#SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY

[stardestroyerss]

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[gay-barbarian]

I Would Stay in your Corner (part 4)

Chapter 4 of the Swercy role reversal AU, covering The Park at Night and A Light or Somethin'.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

You can read it under the cut or on ao3

Swan had a strange feeling in her stomach as she walked in the park with the Warriors to get to the next subway station. Something felt different since they fought the Furies. Could it be that she was still thinking of that moment with Mercy before they joined the others? Or the fact that Ajax had stopped pestering her about everything? The conversations between the gang seemed more relaxed and playful than at the beginning of their journey. Cowgirl and Fox even tried to include Swan in some discourse about which green lantern was the best. Ajax was reenacting her fight moves to Cochise and Rembrandt as they walked, almost tripping twice. Rembrandt was smiling at Ajax antics but her look was deathly whenever she looked at Mercy which told Swan the tagger was probably just hiding how mad she was. It felt good, it felt like she belonged. Maybe that was the weird feeling she had, familiarity, something she never really had with the Orphans. 

Turned out the feeling she had was a gut feeling telling her to ditch the Warriors because Ajax was gonna do something stupid. To be fair, Swan also wanted to punch the old man in the mouth for catcalling them, but Swan had something Ajax apparently did not, self-control.

The old man kept asking them to come see him, that he had something to show them. Every member of the crew except Ajax had walked past him, either ignoring him or telling him to fuck off. But Ajax seemed fixated on him. Her eyes were shining with something primal, a hunger to fight that Swan recognised by having been in this state before. Judging by what Swan knew of the enforcer reputation, she wouldn’t have trouble taking the man down, but was it really the best choice to sit there waiting as half of New York City was trying to get them?  

The Warriors tried to move forward, away from the man, but Ajax stayed there glaring. She didn’t even look back at her gang as she told them “Go ahead, I’ll catch up if I can. I’m a talk to this man”. Even Swan could hear the grin Ajax must have plastered on her face as she talked. Swan looked over at Mercy, trying to see if this was a normal occurrence. Mercy’s jaw was clenched as her eyes kept going from Ajax to the stranger on the bench, but she didn’t do anything to stop her crewmate. Instead, Rembrandt was the one who spoke up as Ajax started walking toward the bench.

“Where you going?” The tagger’s voice was a mix between concern and annoyance.

Ajax turned her head, looking back at them with a self-sufficient smile “Go ahead, I’m a be alright” Before any of them could convince her not to fight, the man had pulled back her attention. Rembrandt stopped herself from talking further as they all watched Ajax stand face to face with the man and start talking to him. 

Swan heard some groan coming from the Warriors and even saw Cochise roll her eyes. They all seemed pissed off, except Fox. The youngest member looked at Ajax with a kind of admiration Swan found quite strange, but she didn’t push her analysis, focusing back on the enforcer. Ajax had already pinned the man’s arms and straddled him. She started punching him like he was the scum of the earth. A few seconds later Ajax’s wrist was handcuffed to the bench.

“WARRIORS, RUN!”

Everything happened in an instant. The Warriors and Swan scattered, running as fast as they could. Swan asked herself once more how she got in this situation. Not that running from the cops was new to her, but doing it because someone she didn’t know an hour ago decided to disfigure a man wasn’t her usual Friday night. She looked back at Mercy who took a moment longer than the others before starting to run and was therefore behind everyone, just in time to see Mercy’s ankle twist in an awkward angle before she fell. Without thinking, Swan turned and ran back to Mercy. The others stopped to look at them but the sound of the cops was getting closer.

“Keep going. We’ll meet you back later.” Swan yelled at the rest of the Warriors as she held a hand out to Mercy to get her back on her feet. They seemed to understand there was no use for all of them to stay cause they all took to their heels. 

As soon as Mercy was up, they ran as best as they could towards the nearest subway tunnel. Knowing the cops were gaining ground on them, Swan weighed her options. Mercy was not in any shape to run faster than she already was, so she could either ditch her and find a way back to the Orphans or, guessing the woman didn’t weigh that much, she could probably lose the cops by carrying the warriors second in command. Not wanting the cops to have more time to catch up, Swan turned to Mercy and asked “Do you trust me?” 

Mercy immediately nodded yes, “What do you have in mind?” 

“I’m gonna carry you”

Mercy opened her mouth in shock and squealed a little when Swan put her hands under her knees and lifted her up, but she did nothing to stop the ex-Orphan from holding her. Mercy wrapped her arms around Swan’s neck and hid her face as Swan started running again. 

Swan ran straight to the first subway tunnel she could find. All her muscles were burning up and her breath was getting shorter and shorter, but she refused to slow down until she was certain the cops stopped following them. She wasn’t sure she kept running for her own sake or because everything in her heart screamed at her to keep the woman in her arms safe. She told herself it was because she knew the others needed Mercy to get home. 

Once she was sure no one was coming for them she stopped, needing a moment to catch her breath. Mercy, who was still in Swan’s arms, felt her shaking a little and pointed to an almost clean space next to the wall. Swan nodded and sat her down with her back on the wall.

They took a few minutes for Swan to shake her arms and regulate her breathing and Mercy to look at the damage on her ankle. It was definitely broken. 

“Thank you for saving me.” Mercy said, trying her best not to wince as she tried moving her ankle.

Swan looked at her, impassive as always. “I’m sure you would have done the same”

“I don’t think I can carry you,” Mercy teased with a smile.

“You know what I mean.” Mercy’s smile fell a little, she still couldn't read the ex-orphan that well. Swan checked the path ahead of them. “We should get going”

Mercy nodded and tried to get up by herself but sat back down as soon as her feet with the broken ankle touched the floor. She winced before looking up at Swan with a small smile. “Help me up?”

Mercy wasn’t normally the type to ask an almost stranger for help, but considering that almost stranger saved her from getting arrested by carrying her for miles and that she felt like she knew Swan since forever even though they met like two hours ago, she didn’t mind that much. Especially when she saw slightly smiling at her as she offered her a helping hand.

They walked side by side, Mercy leaning on Swan’s arm as she limped as fast as she could. The warchief not being the best at staying in silence for long, she opened the conversation.

“Sooo how did you end up with the Orphans anyway?”

“I ran from the place I was sleeping at a while ago and I was alone. There’s a lot I would have done at this time for a warm meal and a bed. The old warlord of the Orphans offered me that plus protection. That was just before Sully somehow became warlord, but by that time I realised I was better with them than alone.” Swan told her story as if it was someone’s else or like a distant memory she didn’t really care about.

“Well there’s plenty of space in my bed if you ever need a soft place to stay after tonight” Mercy half-joked.

“I heard what Ajax said earlier. I won't be your new toy.” Swan's reply was detached as if she already had that conversation in her head.

Mercy was taken aback by the sudden change in tone. She frowned “Swan, that’s not-”

“Then what do you want from me, Mercy?”

“Nothing! I just like you, is that a crime?”

“You don't even know me”

“But I want to! If you'll let me. Swan, I didn't ask you to come with us because of your pretty face. There’s something special about you. Different from the others. Swan the instant I saw you I knew I needed you by my side.”

“What's telling me you don’t say that to every girl you see?”

“Look at me. Do I look like I’m bullshitting you right now?” 

Swan stayed silent as she kept walking, her gaze fixed on the end of the tunnel. She heard Mercy getting frustrated at her side but still didn’t flinch. They walked in silence, Swan making sure to not turn to Mercy at any point until a train passed close to them. Instinctively, Swan trapped Mercy between the wall and her own body, shielding her from the gust of wind created by the train. 

Once the train was far away, Swan made eye contact with Mercy, not moving a muscle. Only at this moment was Mercy able to see the side of Swan she was usually hiding deep inside herself. Her gaze was filled with sorrow and worry but Mercy could also see the tenderness with which the other woman was looking at her, like she too saw something in Mercy others couldn’t. 

Swan stared at Mercy and before she knew it, before she could even realise how close they still were, the words started flowing out of her. 

“Whaddaya want me to say? That you’re beautiful? Cuz I think we both know that you’re beautiful. You’re more than beautiful” 

Mercy felt a warm and fuzzy feeling invade her whole body as she whispered more for herself than for Swan “more than beautiful-”

“You’re more than your body. You’re more than these lips, or this face” One of Swan’s hands was now on Mercy’s cheek, her thumb softly tracing her lips. Mercy leaned into the touch, wanting more than anything for this moment to last. For an instant there was only them, only this tunnel and Swan’s eyes in hers, Swan’s hands on her skin. 

Without thinking, Mercy put her hand behind Swan’s neck pulling her even closer. Their lips met, taking Swan by surprise. Mercy backed away, not sure if she had done something wrong when Swan stopped moving. Swan looked into her eyes, seemingly looking for something she found rather quickly since she pulled Mercy back into a passionate kiss. Both women seemingly forgot their worry and the world outside of them. Until Mercy put too much weight on her injured ankle and flinched, thus ending the kiss. 

Swan helped her steady herself. “We should keep walking.” 

The magic seemed broken as Swan was back to her usual stoic self. But Mercy knew there was something worth exploring between them. As they started walking again, Mercy smiled and looking toward the end of the tunnel she announced “I think I see a light or somethin’”.

[bisexualdawnsummers]

for that prompt meme: Ray V - green, dilemma, garage

Hi! Thanks so much for sending this prompt!

For the sake of convenience (and because it ended up being over 2000 words), I posted the finished fic on ao3. I hope you like it!

Riveted (2148 words) by TheGirlAnachronism Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: due South Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Angie Vecchio/Ray Vecchio, Ray Vecchio/Other(s) Characters: Ray Vecchio Additional Tags: Ray & The Riv, Relationship Issues, Existential Crisis, Marital Issues, Family Issues, Sexuality, Internal Conflict, Tumblr Prompt, Tumblr Ask Box Fic, Pre-Canon, Pre-Season/Series 01 Summary: As soon as he laid eyes on the car in person, Ray could see his future with Ange, all the plans they’d made, crumbling away. Handing over the cash, he imagined the disappointment in her eyes, heard the hurt and anger in her voice beneath the thrum of the engine as he pulled out of the lot. It should have been enough to make him turn back.

[ducklooney]

Does shamrock have siblings? because When I searched in the internet , I saw two girls and When I asked my friend about it , she said they are shamrock’s sisters named “Anya and Klara or Clara(IDK😅)” (I think someone said that in instagram too)

What do you think? Gladstone has one nephew and two nieces?

Hi and sorry for not answering this for a long time, considering that I only just saw your question. My mistake and forgive me for that.

I haven't been able to research the Duck family tree for a long time due to my circumstances, but what I know about Gladstone Gander is that he may have a brother who has a son Shamrock Gander. Now for the other two of his "siblings" named Anya and Klara, it is possible that they are his sisters or that they are just his closest relatives and that Gladstone has another member in the family, that is, a brother or sister. But it is confusing to know about it, since the duck family tree is different from author to author and everyone defines the family tree in their own way. But the best thing about where all the members of the duck family are listed can be read here: http://goofy313g.free.fr/calisota_online/trees/ducktrees/myducktree/index.html

As well as a discussion about it here: https://featherysociety.proboards.com/thread/1301/ultimate-duck-family-tree

My theory would be that Shamrock who is Gladstone's nephew was probably abandoned and that Gladstone adopted him and molded him to be like him, and that those two girls Anya and Clara may be the daughters of Gladstone's sister or brother. As for Shamrock's father, I would say that it would be Sadstone Gander, who is Gladstone's unfortunate cousin who only appeared once in the comic "The Dark Side of Luck" from 2014 (inducks password D 2014-056) and that he did not want to endanger his son's life because of his misfortune so he left him to his brother Gladstone. But I would not mind if Shamrock had two sisters, but again as I said before the author creates different material from comic to comic and so on with the family tree. I would much prefer them to be his cousins ​​rather than his own sisters. If they were, I would probably imagine them to be like Gladstone's mother Daphne Gander (Duck).

I hope you are satisfied with my answers and if you have any questions feel free to ask me. And sorry if I offended you with anything and sorry for keeping you waiting so long. All in all I hope you are satisfied. :D

If necessary I can also give my headcanon about Donald Duck Family Tree, but it would be better in parts because it would be a full novel to write it all.

If you have any questions about this, Duck family, and Donald Duck comics, feel free to ask me, I'm telling all of you who follow me. :D

[mah-o-daryaa]

The Cycle Repeats: Part VI

One of the key themes of the ATLA franchise is the concept of the Avatar; master of all 4 elements, the fusion of humanity and Raava, the spirit of light and order, whose sole duty is to bring balance to the world, and be the bridge between both the physical and spiritual realms. Along with this comes the idea of reincarnation, which is the premise of the Avatar Cycle, the idea that the Avatar reincarnates in a cyclic order in any of the four nations (fire, air, water, earth). Another concept related to the Avatar Cycle (although originating from the fandom) is the idea of the Avatar fixing the mistakes of their past life, which is often indicated in differences in both habitual circumstances and personalities between both predecessor and successor, and therefore differences in morality.

But what if I were to tell you that the saying "history repeats itself" is also true among Avatar incarnations? Not exactly going the same way, but rather parallels between the lives, personalities, and accomplishments (and failures) of past lives?

In this series of metas, I will be going over parallels (or in some cases, foils) between certain pairs of Avatars that lived decades, or even centuries apart, and yet could not have ever been more similar.

Equivalent Elements II: Avatars Aang and Yangchen

"Aang was an Air Nomad born in 12 BG and the Avatar during the Hundred Year War, succeeding Avatar Roku and preceding Avatar Korra. As the Avatar of his time, he was the only person capable of using all four bending arts: airbending, waterbending, earthbending, and firebending. He was also one of a select few Avatars and one of the first in many cycles to learn the ancient art of energybending as well as the first Avatar known to have actively used the technique."

Yangchen was the Air Nomad Avatar succeeding Avatar Szeto and preceding Avatar Kuruk. She grew up in a rather isolationist time for the four nations in the aftermath of the Platinum Affair. After mastering all the elements in her youth, she was eager to make a difference in the world despite her inexperience. Following her confrontation with General Old Iron in Tienhaishi, Yangchen resolved to adapt to the complex political strategy of the four nations, using manipulation, espionage, and deceit to her advantage in an era where loyalty was bought rather than earned.

Here's a thing people need to understand: No two people are exactly the same, inside or out. They might come from a different background, they might look or dress different, they might behave differently, they might even hate ATLA (which is just not cool). And yet, all humans have the same desire: good health and success. They just achieve these goals via different means.

In ATLA, the Avatar's sole goal is to bring balance to both worlds, but each Avatar achieve this goal differently. This is true for both Aang and Yangchen, as despite being from the same nation, unlike their respective successors, they differ significantly in their personal morals.

First, let's get the similarities out of the way. Both Aang and Yangchen are Air Nomads (hailing from the Southern and Western Air Temples respectively) and therefore grew up surrounded by monks or nuns. Both had an older monk/nun and looked up to said figure as a family member (Aang had Monk Gyatso as a father figure, and Yangchen had Jetsun as an older sister). Gyatso and Jetsun were also revered in their own right as spiritual leaders; however, they both sacrificed themselves to defend their fellow people (Gyatso took down at least a dozen Fire Nation soldiers during Sozin's Comet, whereas Jetsun died while accompanying Yangchen during her first journey to the Spirit World). Both were identified at young ages (12 and 11 respectively); although they both began mastery of the four elements later. Finally, both Aang and Yangchen were involved in worldwide crises during their respective tenures at young ages (Aang ended the Hundred Year War at 12 (or 112, depending on how you look at it) and Yangchen was involved in the Platinum Affair at 17).

However, as I mentioned above, Aang and Yangchen differ in morality. Aang grew up believing that all life is sacred, and while Yangchen also had the same belief initially (as seen with her confrontation with General Old Iron), she grew to slowly give them up overtime, believing that being detached from worldly affairs was a detriment to the Avatar's duty to the world. Aang was reluctant to kill Ozai because of his title as the last airbender, and he felt a lot of pressure trying to uphold the legacy of the Air Nomads on his shoulders. Yangchen, on the contrary, had no such pressure, but rather slowly gave up on her spirituality to become the Avatar (she had a freaking god-complex! Who in Tui's gills gave her the right?!).

I think this conversation between them in Sozin's Comet, Part 2: The Old Masters (3:19) is the perfect example of their dichotomy:

Aang: Avatar Yangchen, the monks always taught me that all life is sacred. Even the life of the tiniest spider-fly caught in its own web. Yangchen: Yes. All life is sacred. Aang: I know, I'm even a vegetarian. I've always tried to solve my problems by being quick or clever. And I've only had to use violence for necessary defense. And I've certainly never used it to take a life. Yangchen: Avatar Aang, I know that you're a gentle spirit, and the monks have taught you well, but this isn't about you. This is about the world. Aang: But the monks taught me that I had to detach myself from the world so my spirit could be free. Yangchen: Many great and wise Air Nomads have detached themselves and achieved spiritual enlightenment, but the Avatar can never do it. Because your sole duty is to the world. Here is my wisdom for you: Selfless duty calls you to sacrifice your own spiritual needs, and do whatever it takes to protect the world.

(Let's just ignore the fact that Aang is clearly lying about not killing anyone, shall we?)

This conversation makes it obvious that Yangchen's dark side isn't necessarily the culmination of the Anti-Air Nomad, but rather what Aang could have been had he actually killed Firelord Ozai as planned: powerful and venerated, but having long given up spirituality.

To add insult to injury, if you've read the Kyoshi novels, there's actually a glaring reason why Yangchen's advice wouldn't have worked in the long run: Kuruk. In Shadow, it's revealed that Yangchen neglected the spirits, which led to an increase in dark spirits crossing to the mortal world and attacking humans in revenge. Kuruk (then known as the greatest hunter and tracker in history) was forced to hunt them down and (because spiritbending wasn't invented yet) kill them. This caused his physical, mental, and spiritual health to rapidly decline, until he finally died at 33. Had Yangchen treated both sides fairly, her successor would have been spared (yes, her actions killed him). Aang thought that, had he actually killed Ozai, not only would he have broken his vow to the sanctity of life, and thus his culture would become extinct, but (if the Avatar can actually connect to their past lives' memories) he would've also indirectly harmed his successor (Korra) the way Yangchen did to Kuruk.

(Although this is debateable, if this is true then Aang would've either been traumatized to the Spirit World and back, or gathered the courage to call Kuruk out for lying to him. My bet's on the former.)

Therefore, I can conclude that while Aang and Yangchen are from the same nation, this isn't a guarantee that they are exactly the same person. Their different circumstances, and consequently their different views on the world and their duties, helped to shape their unique identities. In the next past, I'll discuss both the similarities and differences between Avatar Aang and his successor Korra, and discussing how the Avatar's tenure can shape that of his/her successor.

Yes, Zuko, how many times do I have to tell you I'm not finished yet? I still need to get to the big part!

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[randyortonofficial]

what do cody and randy sing at karaoke?

hello anon, it has been a long time since you sent me this ask

i took awhile answering because, truthfully, i could not see them doing karaoke but was trying VERY HARD to think of songs they would sing

thankfully, me and @codystonguepiercing came to the conclusion that they would sing all my life by k-ci and jojo, as well as everytime we touch by cascada

bonus points if you imagine them singing this at the bar when they go out after survivor series 2023 and get drunk

[missjackil]

I am all about "food=love" for the Winchester brothers who were deprived of both as children. It comes out a lot in "Highway of Regret" specifically but it's woven through my writing.

I'm not sure how long this has been in my Ask box, but I just saw it now. I'm sorry for the delay, I usually jump right on my Asks!

See, I don't subscribe to the head canon that the boys were deprived of food as children. Let's be serious, you don't grow 2 big strong men from depriving them of food as children.

In canon, the boys never say they were deprived or had gone hungry in their childhood. They probably weren't fed the best food, but they were indeed fed. In the famous episode that Sam wants Lucky Charms but Dean hadn't had any yet, Dean threw out the spaghettios, if he was starving and there was nothing else to eat, he wouldn't have tossed them.

He wouldn't have learned a bunch of different ways to make Mac and cheese of they didn't have the other ingredients. In s9 we learn that Dean lost the food money in a card game, it wasn't because they were left with no food, and that's why he stole it.

I think it was in season 7 when someone asks Dean if he's ever been hungry, like not eaten in 3 days hungry, and he said yes. Okay...does that mean it had to be as a kid? Couldn't that be the case while being a full grown adult on a hunting trip? I mean he did hunt for 2 years solo before he picked Sam from Stanford.

Sam and Dean missed out on some things like good home cooked meals and they seem very grateful when they can have it, but that doesn't mean they ever had to go hungry as children.

As for being deprived of love? They had love, deeper love than most of us ever have, between the 2 of them. John loved them too, but it was messed up. Definitely not a nurturing kind of love that's for sure. As toxic as it was though, he loved them and they both acknowledged it, and loved him back.

I.watch a show where these boys have been delt a shit life from almost day 1, in so many horrible ways, that I'm always scratching my head as to why so many fans WANT it to be worse than we're shown in canon 🤔

[gotchibam]

Squirtle ko-fi doodle for Mx Piggy! ✨

[ruubesz-draws]

Godzilla GIJINKA!!!!! (Finally)

I'm trying different ways to add colour to these drawings Failed miserably... :')

I redesigned Mothra and Scylla. Shimo and Tiamat were fun to design!

I'm also going to post the full profile/infos about my gijinkas later too (Hopefully soon)

[eyesoftheholder]

I am. Rotating the Time is Fickle au in my head. It's so interesting to me.

I wonder how it's like, when the party first remembers their loop?

great question !

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[swiftmitsu]

Part 6.5

a little check in back at the castle~

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[muxas-world2]

You know what really gets me? Hollywood is so deeply homophobic that we keep missing out on true peak cinema. Like, Top Gun could’ve been an incredible franchising about men coming to terms with his sexuality while facing the chaos and consequences of his own making. But nooo can’t have that. God forbid Glen Powell and tom cruise kisses a man on screen, apparently that would scare the women and break the fabric of society.

[spikershoyo]

loving machine | oscar piastri x reader, ex!lando norris x ex!reader | smut, angst | minors DNI!

warnings, tags, and notes: smut, angst, hurt no comfort, rebound oscar, no use of (Y/N), I love lando but he's a massive dick in this, implied Magui (ew), oral sex (fem receiving), pussy-drunk oscar, fingering, breath play (fem towards masc), unprotected P in V (wrap before you tap, kids!), reader denies oscar a creampie lol, time skips throughout the fic, wrote this with a tragic Christmas vibe in mind, mentions of drinking and being drunk, oscar just wants to love someone, inspired by 'loving machine' by tv girl, this came to me randomly and now we're here, enjoy! <3

Breakups are never easy. Especially when it comes to breaking up with Lando Norris. He's a sweetheart all around and maybe one of the kindest people you've ever met, but when he gets angry he can become one of the meanest and cruelest people out there.

You both didn't love each other like you expected. It should have been a mutual understanding, things simply fizzled out and didn't work, but Lando firmly believed you were the gift that kept on giving.

And that made a wound bloom between you two. Lando demanded to know why you didn't love him anymore when he wasn't giving you a reason to continue. When free, he'd come home late, sometimes alone, sometimes with Max in tow, usually tipsy. His best friend would give you a blank stare and what you thought was a sorry smile.

Lando doesn't speak to you anymore. And you're finally relieved. There isn't much more that you could have done to keep that relationship alive.

You're at the doctor's office today, a dreary Tuesday morning in London. You've had sporadic headaches that felt more like migraines than anything. You've waited almost a week for your appointment. Doesn't matter, you're here now.

The artificial light in the waiting room makes your eyes water and your temple ache, feeling just as terrible. You'll get the pills and it will go away. It always does. You decide to close your eyes and rest for a bit.

Time feels like molasses behind your eyes, the darkness comforting but shaky. You feel a bit nauseous. And then someone calls out your name.

You open your eyes, expecting to see an assistant with their name list and beckoning you inside. But instead, you're met with soft brown eyes and a familiar face. You blink once, then twice. "Oscar?" You croak out, not expecting your voice to be as rough as it sounds.

The Aussie gives you a shy smile, familiar with how you and Lando left things. It feels a bit illegal to Oscar to see you and not Lando by your side. "Hi," He says softly, his tone hesitant, as if approaching a wild, scared animal. "Didn't, um, expect to see you here."

"At the doctor's office?" You ask him, a bit annoyed at his question. Oscar blinks a few times, quickly, and shakes his head. "No! No, uh, in London. You know," But you don't really know. It's just a filler. "Isn't Silverstone an hour's drive from here?"

Oscar looks down at you, still standing still in front of your feet, less than a foot away from you. He looks you over, really looks, and shifts his weight from foot to foot. "Well, yeah. I've been having some aches in my knee, my trainer told me to go here."

It sounds strange, but you shouldn't care which doctor Oscar goes to. You shouldn't care if Lando goes to this doctor, too, when he's in London. "Oh, sorry to hear that." He shakes his head in a silent, "Don't worry."

You look up at him and the seat, a small offer. And Oscar complies. He sits next to you and fidgets a bit. You don't look at him, nor do either of you speak much. Time drags on a bit and you each wait for your appointments to end, two prescription bottles in each of your hands.

"Are you doing anything now?" Oscar asks you before you reach for the door handle of the waiting room. You're stunned at his question. What would Oscar Piastri want to do with you? And yet, you entertain the idea, a small flutter in your stomach.

A nagging feeling tells you no, but your pettiness and need are screaming yes!

Blonde and blue flash before your eyes and you remember the times you'd spent scrolling through Instagram handles, looking at Lando's posts, F1 gossip blogs, the pretty smile that haunted your dreams every other night.

Jealousy is a disgusting feeling.

Oscar watches the cogs turn in your head, the offer open until you speak. His eyes travel to your hands, gripping the door handle tightly. Regard her with interest. Let her know she's being heard. Always be polite. Those are all tricks his uncle had once told him at some old Christmas party, giving a 15-year-old Oscar a 101 on flirting.

And when you slightly move, his eyes are back on you. Oscar smiles when you shake your head. A shy smile, somewhat pink in the cheeks. Flames lick in the inside of his stomach. "Can I interest you in some tea then?"

You look up at him and nod. "Yes."

Oscar realizes that he'd much rather have you sink on his cock than win any Grand Prix. It's a crazy thought, the hunger for winning dissipating when you moan in his ear, gripping onto his shoulders with intense need.

He selfishly thinks that he can fuck you better than Lando.

Tea is on the table, the steam gone from the two mugs on the small coffee table in Oscar's hotel room. Instead, he's kissing you on the couch, gentle and giddy.

Your panties are discarded in a pile of clothes along with his boxers. Oscar bounces you steadily on his dick, quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of you. Your hands slide up from his shoulders, settling on his neck, squeezing a bit. Oscar's eyes gloss over and he chuckles breathlessly.

"You're so pretty," He groans, his hands gripping your waist as he moves you a bit faster. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan, gasping when he hits deeply in you. "Oh, Oscar!" You cry out, pleasure wracking over your entire being.

You hope Lando hears you through the hotel walls.

I don't want anything serious.

The words suddenly echo in Oscar's mind as he's holding the Hungary trophy. He remembers the text you had sent him after Silverstone. Still high off his first win, as shitty as it had been.

He gulps and looks at his teammate. Lando was stormy-faced for various reasons. Still, his eyes blur when he stares for too long.

Oscar knows that Lando knows. He'd seen you leave Oscar's hotel room back when they were in the UK. He remembers how Lando's lips parted, ocean-green eyes widening a bit as if he'd seen a ghost.

And Oscar had also seen the satisfaction in your eyes, he knew you weren't good for him, not in the long run. You were just fun. Oscar could use a bit of fun in his life.

And yet, when he sees you again, this time standing in front of your London apartment, he feels that fluttering feeling all over again. He’s never going to be the first choice and that’s alright. He’s fine with just sex and jokes, helping you around the apartment if needed. Oscar was taught to always give back, and you gave him so much. Even if sometimes he wished you’d give him a little more. But it’s okay, he’ll settle by whispering please, love me into your back when you fall asleep in his arms.

Abu Dhabi is huge for McLaren. Huge for Oscar, huge for Lando. It makes you sick in the stomach when you see rumors of a new girl on Lando's arm. You should hate him, but the thought that he's moved on so quickly makes you itch.

Oscar scratches that itch.

He's sweet and he's funny with his particular dry sense of humor. You like Oscar. He's nice company. He fucks good too.

He thrusts deeper, more methodically, deft fingers always leaving you with fried nerves and buzzed. He was almost perfect.

Sure, he didn't pull your hair like you liked. And maybe he didn't spank your ass as hard as you'd like, but you chalked it up to him being gentle. It's fine.

You hate to compare Oscar to Lando. He doesn't deserve that.

And yet you do. You compare the tan skin to his pale one, the ocean green to the woody brown, the curls that seemed to flatten out in softer waves.

Sometimes, and even then, you kiss the two moles that rest on Oscar's neck, the ones that look like a misplaced vampire bite. You kiss them and imagine you're kissing the moles on Lando's face. The one closer to his eye and the other resting over his smile line.

It fills you with a bit of guilt but that's alright, opting to simply run your hands down Oscar's chest and give him a pretty smile. A silent conversation that ends in sex. Just an exchange.

Oscar comes over for a while, wanting to spend time with you before he returns home for Christmas. You offered him a small pre-Christmas dinner and who was he to decline?

He even arrives with a little gift in his hand, looking a bit silly with his Santa hat. "Hi," He smiles, cheeks pink from the cold and from you.

"Hi," You smile, too, and blink a few times. "Take that off, you look stupid," You reach for the hat and take it off his head, messing his hair up a bit. Oscar just chuckles. "Sorry."

Things seem to run in a routine. The door closes behind him and he's pulling you in for a kiss. "Missed you," He admits against your lips. You're not listening, simply kissing him back.

You make pasta and you eat quietly with Oscar. It feels weirdly domestic and that makes your chest tighten uncomfortably. These are just two people who fuck eating together, normal stuff.

After dinner, you're both lying on the floor next to your Christmas tree, all the lights mixing together and casting a slight red glow over the Aussie. Oscar looks contemplative, as usual.

You, you're simply looking at him. You boldly reach out and trace a finger down the slope of his nose, a faint smile on your lips. Oscar turns to look at you, eyes glimmering under the Christmas lights.

It's poetic in a tragic way. You know you're going to hurt him, but you can't bring yourself to put an end to this now.

His hands come and touch, grabbing your wrists and gently pinning you down on the wooden floor. Oscar kisses down your neck, mouthing, and nipping slowly, his fingers unbuttoning your comfy Christmas pajama top, the flannel being peeled off of you swiftly. He kisses over your chest, giving love to each nipple.

He dares to stare at you with those precise and loving eyes, the color of his iris burning into your mind. Chocolate brown, you smile at the thought. A soft moan escapes you then.

Oscar's cheeks are hot and flushed, pulling at the tiny matching pajama shorts, seeing that you're soaked to the touch. He runs a thumb down your clothed slit, your thighs twitching at the featherlight contact.

The Aussie kneels down, resting comfortably on his stomach as he pulls your legs over his shoulders, pressing little kisses to your pussy. It's all a haze as you let your head fall back at the sight. "Yes, yes," You chant, urging Oscar to continue.

Your panties are pulled off and he doesn't waste time diving in, making out with your pretty cunt, eyes half-lidded and concentrated. He whines into your core a bit, thumb pressing down onto your clit softly as he tongue-fucks you.

Hands pull at the roots of his hair, and breathy moans and cries of his name are heard throughout the apartment—a sight to behold.

Oscar knows what you like. He likes what you want because Oscar likes you.

And he doesn't stop eating you out like a man starved until he's pulled two orgasms out of you. By then, his aching cock is begging for attention. He pulls you up onto his lap, snapping you out of your little reverie. Oscar pushes his joggers down and sinks you onto his cock, keeping a steady rhythm to satiate the hunger he has for you.

You both gasped in unison at the smooth intrusion, his pace was desperate and rough, pounding into you like no tomorrow. "You feel so tight, sweetheart," He moans as his hands wrap around your waist. You're a babbling mess, a bit wrecked from the immense pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, cum for me again," Oscar pleads, eyes searching for yours before pulling you into a kiss. You nod frantically into the messy kiss, gasping as he angles his hips to hit deeper. "Yeah, yes! F-feels so good, Osc, fuck,"

It's all surprisingly soft with how high emotions were. "Come on, sweetheart," Oscar murmurs, hips stuttering, thumb coming down to rub tight circles on your clit.

Oscar aches all over as your eyes shut, feeling like this might be the moment he realizes he's in love. He just pushes those feelings down and fucks you harder. "Can I cum inside of you?" Oscar asks, eyes watchful and hips never stalling.

Your eyes snap wide open, and you stare at him. "What? No, Oscar." The rejection doesn't hurt him; it's the tone of your voice that makes him feel small and shameful. "Okay, sorry," he whispers and kisses your lips.

Oscar pulls out and cums over your thighs, his cheeks flushed pink in a cute way. He's biting his lip as you finish yourself off by fingering yourself. Oscar loves you a little more.

After you've both calmed down, Oscar's eyes feel hot and glassy. The words he'd been dying to say rise and fall like bile, his breath short and slightly shaky.

But you don't stare at Oscar at all.

Oscar isn't what you want. He was a pity fuck that fueled your jealousy and sick satisfaction.

And you knew you'd be hurting him, but you've blocked the guilt out.

He's not Lando and he never will be, whether that's a good or bad thing.

The call comes one night in Australia, morning in London. Oscar's voice is slightly frantic at first but he tries to calm down. You know what's coming, and you feel the pit in your stomach grow, hot flashes of guilt and nerves make your vision blur slightly.

"I-I'm- What I'm trying to say is that," Oscar takes a breath, shaky and hopeful. "I think I'm in love with you."

The silence that follows is deafening, and the longer you take to answer, the less hope Oscar has for whatever this is.

Then comes your cold reply. "Then do something about it."

The call ends and you block Oscar's number.

The last time you'd seen Oscar was two years ago, you've already disconnected yourself from the world of Formula 1. If Lando is still with that woman, you don't know nor care. Sometimes you think about Oscar, but it's very fleeting. You know that if you do, you'll never recover.

Oscar hasn't been able to go a day without thinking about you. Some days it's easier than others, but it's always you. Like clockwork, your smile or your laugh comes to his memory.

He could never hate you, even now.

He was simply your fabulous loving machine.

[treasureroffelines]

Poolverine, at the end of the world - Pt. 2

Wade: Watcha doin’ down there, Logie-bear? *wink*

Logan: … It fell off again.

Close-ups (because I put too much effort into this):

Also randomly came across this song which fits the au so so well it’s unbelievable >•< the lyrics and the vibe are pretty much spot on. it’s ’The Only Thing Left’ by Vincent Lima!! It’s so good! :D

Lore dump:

Wade found the keychain while they (mostly Logan) were digging through the ruins of a store for supplies. He’d poked at its little plastic hair points, booped its tiny angry face, and declared it absolutely perfect.

Logan’s less than impressed when he sees the toy cradled in Wade’s adoring hands, but he still helps Wade attach it to the handle of his katana, if only to shut him up. Wade had insisted that the presence of the tiny Wolvie would make him far more effective in battle - even though there’s not really anyone left to fight, and Logan does most of the hunting.

The first time it falls off, the flimsy string having snapped, Logan hears it clattering to the ground. Wade’s too busy talking, mouth moving a mile a minute as they wander across the ruins, and is completely oblivious to the loss of his beloved keychain. Logan doesn’t bother turning back for it - with Wade’s unreliable memory, he’s sure to forget that it ever existed now that it’s not there, and Logan’s more than happy to never see that eyesore ever again.

And yet, a couple minutes later, Wade freezes. Logan can only watch as he flails around on the ground, desperately searching for the little Wolvie. Fingers scrabbling around in the debris as if he’d lost some treasured family heirloom rather than a cheap ratty keychain. And why on earth would Wade even care about a keychain of Wolverine, when Logan himself is right here? Logan doesn’t understand. But, if only to stop Wade’s pathetic pawing, Logan retraces their steps and finds exactly where the keychain had fallen.

Upon being reunited with the keychain, Wade gasps and showers both Logan and the keychain with love and affection, interpreting Logan’s growl as an emotionally stunted version of ‘you’re welcome’.

Later that night, when everything’s dark and calm, Wade and Logan are huddled around a fire that Logan made. And halfway through telling a very much misremembered, wildly inaccurate tale from days past, Wade gets quiet. He’s still holding the keychain, clinging to it for dear life, tracing the lines of its little suit.

He lets out a tired breath and tells Logan that he can’t lose the keychain. He can’t.

Because without it, when Logan someday leaves him all alone, Wade might forget him. Might forget the angry face and the claws and the kitty ears.

Might forget the warmth and the not-so-harsh grunts.

He might forget the last person who stayed.

And Wade really, really doesn’t want to forget Logan.

After that, Logan still calls the keychain tacky. Still scowls at it and refuses to call it any of the ridiculous names Wade has given it. But whenever the tattered string breaks, Logan always picks it up. He insists it’s purely because he refuses to deal with Wade’s whining and dramatics.

But it’s really because Logan can’t promise he’ll stay forever. Wade is probably right, that Logan will leave.

But until he does, Logan’ll pick up the keychain.

Every time.

[splinterclan]

You forgor heathkit's vitiligo spotties 😭

it's always something u_u thanks for the reminder, it's fixed now!!!

[eyesforfuma]

subby bf!taki nsfw headcanons!!

disclaimers: nsfw mini scenarios, mommy kink, mention of light bondage, taki being dumb

𐙚subby bf!taki who discovered that he loves calling you mommy whenever hes about to cum

"mommy, please, i cant take it anymore, i a- i am close i- please let me fill you up" followed by the loudest whimpers and sobbing

𐙚subby bf!taki who loves when you lay him against the headboard to jerk him off while he throws his arms around you to hug you tightly, thrusting his hips in the most messy and inexperienced way possible

𐙚subby bf!taki who hugs a plushie every time you suck him off

𐙚subby bf!taki who loves sucking your nipples while you ride him

𐙚subby bf!taki who sometimes finds pleasure when you deny him from having an orgasm

𐙚subby bf!taki who becomes dumb with words and mumbles nonsense once he is overstimulated

"please mommy, i cant wait any longer, i want you to feel my cock inside of you please" always being so nasty and needy

𐙚subby bf!taki who looks at you with his big puppy eyes while he is busy sucking your fingers while you stroke his cock with your other hand

𐙚subby bf!taki who addresses you as "Miss" because it really gets him going

𐙚subby bf!taki who loves sucking his own fingers while you suck him off (cute!!)

𐙚subby bf!taki who begs for you to tie him up and play with him

"i have been a good boy, can mommy please tie me up and play with me? i promise i will be good, please?" while he kneels naked in front of you, offering you his favorite ribbon or rope for you to use it on him