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I've always seen Helluva boss as a show that try so hard to be something isn't, and after reading your articles about BoJack horseman and how hb directly borrowed some of its ideas . It's started to make sense so here's my take:
Helluva boss can't be BoJack or anti-BoJack , there is room for inspiration sure . But the difference between two shows make it odd whenever someone try to compare them. Since BoJack is story of American man who happened to have a horse head, therefore the protagonist is forced to obey the morality rules that we as audience have . Helluva boss is story of demons live in society that only value violence , the rules of morality is broken in this world so where it makes sense for the show to calls out BoJack's toxic dating patterns, why should i care for blitzĂž's that man cannonly makes fun of children deaths of cours he's not a good partner. Another thing that BH like other many adults cartoon is critical of American culture (Hollywood culture for BoJack case) and while HB trying to do the same it only water down its world , you can point out to something relatable to our society without loosing the fantasy elements in your world especially if your otherworldly character travel to the human world constantly and see it from stranger point of view, but hb didn't do that it just turned the hell to american , and maybe this is thing bugs only me as non-western . It would be more entertaining if we explore the hellish society as something new and fresh.
(out of topic sorry)
But even if we want BoJack-like show the writer clearly don't know why BoJack works but I don't need to tell you since you already wrote about that, I remember watching a clip of livestream where medrano admit she blind-love her favourite media without critical thinking and I think this is her biggest weakness, she's the kind of person who would see something cool in TV so she applies it to her OCs without a further thinking which explains the directe reference of others show like BH
These are excellent points. There's a saying in writing that goes "Write what you know". The team who wrote Bojack knew the ins and outs of that Hollywood bubble due to professional experiences. And because Bojack was written by a diverse team of creative people, they even addressed how eating meat would work in a universe with sentient animals. They had the experience and knowledge of setting as well as basic life experience to ask obvious questions in the name of world building.
It's why I argue that Medrano appears to be someone with very few life experiences. Not only does her story lack emotional depth, having a shallow well to draw from, but basic rules of world building are neglected in a way that is very obvious due to a lack of human curiosity.
Writing what you know isn't supposed to be limiting. Instead it's supposed to challenge you to ask more questions. Expand what you know to incorporate it into your imagination.
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what do you think happens to realities after we leave? say i want to leave my current reality because iâm sick okay so i shift, is this âversionâ of me not real anymore or am i just not conscious of their pain? iâm having a philosophical crisis because i love myself and i donât deserve to suffer at all yk so i kinda want to stay in âbadâ situations to help myself out and i donât know if this line of thinking even makes sense but i would appreciate your perspective on it
I know, it's not really directly about permashifting, but I think my experiences here are relevant to it. So I hope you sit down and listen for a bit.
A thought about permashifting from both sides of the coin.
Well, firstly, thank you. Somehow, you got me to unlock some of my past memories from my permashift going here. I intentionally locked them behind certain checkpoints I believe so I can access and relearn them again in due time, and I think this was one of them. Funny on how it goes full-circle here. So, instead of an answer, I give you, hopefully, a peace of mind.
I went through a similar crisis back then: What would happen to myself in the reality I was in right now old if I had left permanently? Iâve seen and experienced both sides in a sense. I was in your place, as my "other-self" as I will call them, and I am perhaps where someone wants to be when they go to a new place. In the "new place". Wouldn't it be so selfish to leave people behind? To leave A PART of myself behind?
Then I realized, this was me. Both are me. Weâre not separated, ever. This is what WE want. In a sense, I can live in peace with their suffering because they suffer in my name and I gave them meaning to suffer because I was what gave them, or that self, the will to go through suffering. Theyâll forever be my other-self, and thatâs what they wished to willingly to be. What I wished to be. They'll forever have existed somewhere, as part of you. That is unchangeable.
You're such a beautiful soul to be so considerate. I assure you however that they'll be okay because I know I'm okay. Have faith. You're okay. Truly. Just breathe. You don't have to stay somewhere you don't have to, and we don't have to go anywhere if we don't want to. Whether we stay or go or return, life goes on, and that's not something to be scared of, but to embrace. Itâs not wrong to want to be in another space. Your guilt and shame, is natural. However, on the grand scale of things? It's okay. My current existence here as a self is help enough to help the other-self I was.
I won't be able to answer what absolutely happens when we go to another relait. I don't think beings like myself are supposed to anyway. Maybe the world ceases to exist, maybe it doesn't and it's its own thing. I have my theories of course, but acknowledge I don't know how this sector of the multiverse works, nor do I need to. You say it's okay for yourself now and it will be, and that's more than enough for it to not be selfish. If you're willing to let yourself go somewhere, then let go. Approval had been given a long time ago when you decided to go another place.
But if it does, I can safely say they'll move on without you. They'll do whatever they'll do. Go through grief. The suffering. You also miss out on the healing. The smiles. The moments in the future of whatever timeline that is. It's bittersweet. You wonât know what happens or what's happening to them, but you have to trust yourself as you right. This is the wish: that's what you can respect. That this other you might not make it the way you wish them to, but they will have lived and thatâs more than what the universe can ever ask for with a shifter. As a shifter. To exist. To manifest. To shift. To be.
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Seeing a post with 10k notes with blatant misinformation about the shelter system that will ABSOLUTELY turn people off of seeking it out if they ever need to might just be my supervillain origin story. If you haven't worked in the shelter system or have never stayed in a shelter yourself I don't want to hear your incorrect sweeping statements about how they're run. Kindly shove it up your ass.
#i had to reel myself in from making an angry reblog and thankfully i did it. I fucking did it. but god damn I wanted to go off#'shelters don't let you bring your pets' plenty of shelters do. next#'shelters don't let you do drugs' every single shelter i've ever worked in (which is many have been harm reduction friendly. next#'shelters make you attend church services to stay' ???? okay your experiences are definitely not universal. next#'shelters will kick you out if you show up two minutes after curfew because the bus was late' there are SO MANY policies to prevent this#like for real so much of the stuff on that post is just 'i knew someone who knew someone who said this is what the shelter system is like'#and maybe it is where you live but Your Experiences Are Not Universal and by saying ALL SHELTERS ARE LIKE THIS#you are fear mongering and might prevent someone from seeking help if they need it so. go fuck yourself kindly#signed someone who has worked in the shelter system for literally years and has been a supervisor in one for a year
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#not going by distance i think time is a better representation of vibe#im juuuust under an hour and i see people wi lobster traps in their yard and buoys on their barn and i'm like hm..really? lol#its nice to see but i think its a stretch#we're between the mountain area and the beach area in my mind but lean more towards mountains#i wish the beach was closer but thats my literal only regret abt where we live lol#if i was a better more confident driver i might not mond at all tbh#anyway#when i lived 4 hours away people acted like it was a beachy area but....it was not#if you need to stay in a hotel to visit it doesnt count to me#like its not kansas but come on....#just bc your state has a beqch does not make every area in that state coastal#coastal decor is corny unless you're close to the beach#nobody cares about this issue but i need to know the consensus#maybe im just biased bc i grew up in a more coastal area than i live now but maybe my area still counts#i would like to think so but im not convinced#i think 30-45 min has to be the limit#but maybe my experiences are not universal here#this has been a shitpost
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started watching hopecore right before bed and MAN. what a life it is we live on this earth.
#it's a lottery every time someone is born!!! people achieve their dreams every day#others die. others bury loved ones. others get married. others have kids. others separate. still others choose to be alone#and what decides your path is largely up to who conceived you; where and at what time#the rest is blindly writhing around trying to change your circumstances and sometimes there's luck#every single person on this planet has their own inner monologue. their own family. their own dreams#we all just wade through our experiences and maybe leave a cascade of small influences around us#and at and time BOOM! you could just crease to exist!! you could walk outside right now and get struck by lightning#and your story is over#i guess no one is ever ready to think about stuff like that. but it's the truth#and the hardest question you'll ever have to answer is 'how do i spend my time in a way that leaves me truly happy?'#i don't think anyone ever knows the answer to that. not quickly at least#but no matter what you do the sun still rises the next morning and the moon comes out the next night#our rocks in space rotate and revolve like they have done for billions of years. and they'll keep doing it#time stops for no one. we all live and die. and no one but you can decide what will make you happy in the end#this weird little science experiment we are. our little self contained world#we're essentially the universe's terrarium. we're the little tiny creatures that live and reproduce and die inside#and what's it all for anyway? IDK. i think we're meant to do as much of what makes us happy as possible#even if there is no ''point'' to earth being the exact right conditions to create human life; we can make our own meaning#we don't all live or suffer or laugh or cry or fall in love for a reason. there's no telling why it all happens#it just does. so we make our own meanings.#crazy to think we all might have ended up here by accident. or coincidence#makes you think or whatever someone would end this with#chatter#uhhhhhh should i trigger tags this???? IDK what to tag#existential#also ignore my abundance of typos I'm literally laying in bed trying to get sleepy lol
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driving me a little insane the more and more i think about it just how much isaac and boyd lowkey switched roles in the middle of season two. someone mentioned it before, i think @thyfggfy, but i didn't really start THINKING ABOUT IT until today for some reason.
like. based off derek's comment and just how they acted together at first, isaac and erica were friends before being turned, meanwhile boyd had NO friends. and isaac really didn't have anyone to keep him in beacon hills (besides scott) after his dad died, meanwhile boyd still has an entire family (who we never meet, granted, but like. they're THERE). and while isaac had an upbringing that would make him more used to the kind of violence caused by people like derek, boyd (again, as far as we can tell, because we basically never heard shit about his childhood except that he had a sister that went missing?) DIDN'T. so with this in mind, it would make sense for boyd to be the one to change loyalties first. it would make sense for him to see how shit derek treats his pack members, be like "yeah im outta here," and go be friends with scott instead. and it would make sense for isaac to be the one to go off with erica in search of a new alpha after they've both finally had enough of derek's bullshit. but instead, it's BOYD who goes with erica in spite the presumed family he's leaving behind and the fact that he's only actually known/been friends with her for a couple months, and it's ISAAC that stays in beacon hills to help scott.
#i still like isaac staying in beacon hills because of scott. but i ESPECIALLY like the thought of a universe where its him AND boyd.#like. boyd switches sides as soon as he figures out derek would have had him KILL AN INNOCENT GIRL (lydia) just because of the POSSIBILITY#-that she could be the kanima. and he's with scott and there's all sorts of interpack tension for the rest of the season#and isaac is still living up his werewolf life as a part of derek's pack.#THEN RAVING ROLLS AROUND and isaac has his whole little gay lifechanging eye contact moment with scott#and when he shows up at the lacrosse game boyd is like. came to your senses did you?#or like. maybe boyd expects isaac to leave with erica because THATS HIS BUDDY#but he doesnt. he stays. and its not like he has any family or friends or ANYONE keeping him in beacon hills. it's just scott.#and boyd just looks at him like i know what you are.#idk im having thoughts#magpie thoughts#magpie's teen wolf experience
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Want simple tips to heavily improve your skills with character voice??
(đNote: character voice is the way you convey your character's personality though their pov or dialogue when you write. No two characters speak the sameđ)
I speak from experience when I say character voice is hard to get right. Characters, like people, have lots of layers that affect the way they see the world around them and how they interact with other characters. That's why character voice is so important in stories, and why if you write it in a compelling and effective way it will hook people into your story. I hope you learn something new in this post!!
When writing character voice, there's a list of things that you should take into account:
Where are they from? Their past and what they've lived plays a huge part in character voice. Maybe your character grew by the ocean, and so they compare things from the present to the beach, the rocks or the sea itself. You will rarely read about a sailor that is an expert in pants and compares scents to flowers. They might, instead, talk about how a house smells like the wet wood of a ship.
Think about how their personality shapes their language. If they are insecure, they might end most of their sentences with "isn't it?" or "right?" and ask a lot of questions, whereas if you have a confident character, you might find them saying things like "we should do this" or "that will be fun" instead.
What their "lense" is. This is more of an ethic aspect of the character. What have they learn it's okay, and what do they find uncomfortable? Would they find it gross if their friend left laundry on the floor?
Give them special traits (both for dialogue and narration). Maybe character A quotes a lot when they narrate and uses long paragraphs, or maybe B speaks about their past a lot and uses popular sayings. Personally, one character of mine has the tendency to repeat himself when he speaks, as in "yeah, yeah, I'll do it" or "no, no, no. Never" because he is really enthusiastic, and it fits really well with his character.
Pay attention to how they would talk about themselves. Maybe your character doesn't like people to know they're sad because it makes them feel vulnerable, so they will just say they feel annoyed or don't want to talk in that moment. This also means that they will not tell the reader something they are not comfortable saying in the first place.
How is their education? Education is also very important in this context. Did they went to university and have a rich vocabulary and structured sentences, or where they rised in a little farm far from town? You can also play with both a bit: maybe your character did go to university, but maybe they also came from a low income family, and characteristic of both things merge when they talk. Example: long, structured, sentences but a simple and sight forward vocabulary.
That's all for now and happy writing!!
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WAS IT REAL? - LN
lando is at risk of losing his job if he doesn't clean up his image, and his best friend needs a way of travelling the world. they come up with a flawless plan - which could not possibly go wrong, right?
based on this request! (i went a little overboard im sorry) ⧠my inbox is open! â§
warnings - fluff, angst, small allusion to smut at the end - fake dating to lovers hehe. also, 5k words??? who am i?? (writen BEFORE the miami gp!! i needed a few days to recover lol)
the song inspo for this got removed from spotify but it is based on "was it real" by ben rodrigues <3
masterlist the playlist
⧠tell me was it real...
...or was it just pretend? â§
âand now iâve had zak sit me down and essentially said âwe donât hire slagsââ
âhe said that your recent behaviour was causing concern for mclarens image - not that you were a slag, lan.â
âsame thing,â he argued, âiâm 24 for gods sake, if i want to speak to women in a nightclub that shouldnât be any of zakâs business.â
âi think it became his business when someone filmed you, in your mclaren, having what im sure was a lovely conversation with the girl sat on your lap,â she teased back, emphasising her words slightly. he huffed at, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant back into her sofa.
lando had walked into her flat 20 minutes prior, as he had hundreds of times before, threw himself down on her sofa and launched into a long rant about the meeting he had just come from.
since he was at the woking offices, zak had taken the opportunity to discuss the several occasions in recent weeks where lando had been caught in predicaments with multiple different women. when he finally left, zakâs ultimatum ran through his brain on a loop as he drove to one of his closest friends houses.
âclean your image up, or weâll have to reconsider the possibility of you having a seat next year.â
âit sucks, lan, but i really donât know how i can help you here,â y/n told him, moving a stack of research notes to the table before sitting cross legged next to him so that her body faced his.
y/n l/n was a newly graduated environmental researcher, who was taking a year out to decide what kind of work she wanted to pursue. she needed to travel, see the world, and experience all elements in her field before she could make that decision - but travelling was expensive and she could not afford to be in anymore debt after university.
âi have an idea,â lando announced, the realisation of what he was about to propose never really settling.
âthatâs never good,â she joked.
âno, no hear me out -â he started, âi need to look like a man in a stable relationship, you need to see the world.â
âyeah? so?â she questioned, confused as to where he was going with this.
âlook, itâs ok if you say no. iâm just saying - you could pretend to be my girlfriend and use the opportunity to travel the world and research your little bugs.â
âi donât know, that seems a bitâŠdeceitful?â y/n replied, yet the idea mulled in her brain more than she wished.
âjust a few public appearances. you come with me to my races and use it as a research opportunity. maybe stay in monaco with me for a bit? let people film us being domestic and that?â lando replied, stuttering as he tried to think of more reasons - truly, he had started talking before heâd really thought it through.
âitâs tempting,â she replied slowly, âand for the last time lando, i do not study bugs, i study the environments they live in.â
âall expenses paid, travelling the world, looking at trees across the world,â he added teasingly, â- and all you have to do is hold my hand in public,â he finished, trying to summarise the arrangement.
âok.â
âok?â
âyeah, whatâs the worst that can happen?â
⧠tell me all the places that you wanna see...
....i can take you all the places that you've never been â§
the two of them fell easily into a natural act, almost gaining a sixth sense for cameras and fans and reaching for each other. it started small - a hand on her back, standing close to each other, being seen arriving and leaving together. but it hadnât been enough, many pointing out that y/n had been at races and stayed with him in monaco multiple times, and concluding the two were still, just friends.
so they upped the ante. lando began holding her hand when they walked anywhere together, kissing her forehead lightly as they both pretended to be clueless to the snapping of cameras. at the last race, y/n had spotted a reporter and made a quick decision to tug at landoâs fireproof, pulling him down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
âthatâs new,â he had told her, laughing lightly, but keeping his hands firmly on her waist.
âcamera,â she told him, smiling up at him as he nodded.
and lando kept up his end of the deal, the two of them using the week of the australian grand prix to visit the great barrier reef.
their plan was working - the two were elated that people were finally putting the pieces together and believing the two really were together. even zak began to notice the positive effect y/n had on not only his image, but landoâs entire life.
âsay y/n,â zak started as he walked up to the woman, âyou work in environmental protection, donât you?â
âi guess you could say that,â she responded, too tired to correct him, and slightly startled that heâd approached her as she sat minding her own business in the garage before the race began.
âweâre doing some work with the barrier reef group and oscar in a few days - would you consider being a sort of environmental advisor? just tell oscar a few things that he could talk about for the project?â he asked her assertively, smiling as her eyes widened at the request.
âiâd love to! but im supposed to be flying back tomorrow. let me ask lando later and ill get back to you?â she replied.
âsure,â he replied, smiling at her again before returning to his job. she was filled with excitement, it wasnât often that she got to talk about her degree, and being able to contribute to a project of this scale was an amazing opportunity.
and her excitement only continued throughout the race, a feeling she always got watching lando compete, but overwhelmed when he cross the line 3rd. y/n ran round to join the rest of the mclaren team at the pit lane, watching as the podium cars pulled in and the drivers hopping out to celebrate with their teams.
lando climbed out, removing his helmet quickly before turning, scanning the crowd for y/n, and half sprinting when he spotted her. later, he would celebrate with his team, but for now he ran to her, pulling her in closely as he pressed his lips hastily to hers, pulled in closer by her hands cupping his jaw. when they pulled away, he kept her close to his embrace.
âim so proud of you,â she told him, smiling as he bent down to kiss her again, before rushing off to join his team.
y/n tried so hard to push away the feeling rising in her stomach - she didnât like him like that, it was just the excitement of watching her friend succeed. so she ignored it, the same way she pushed away the feeling she got every time he calls her angel, even when they were alone.
im only here so that he keeps his job she reminded herself.
lando was distracted - he got podium, he was excited, his team were celebrating. yet he couldnât help but let his thoughts linger to that feeling that shot through his veins when heâd kissed her. the same feeling he got every night, when she wrapped an arm tightly around his chest as they fell asleep.
sheâs only here for research opportunities he told himself.
âim so proud of you,â y/n told him later that day as they left the track. wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him in to a tight hug, his arms falling naturally to hold her waist close to him. lando risked everything in that moment, pulling slightly back to look at her, before pressing a kiss to her lips.
âcamera,â he told her, feeling her hesitation. her smile fell slightly before she leaned up to kiss him again. of course - the cameras, thatâs why he kissed me she thought to herself, saddened slightly at the realisation.
there was no camera. they were totally alone.
⧠colours of the sky in your eyes
...fragments of the truth in your lies â§
lando felt alone, his apartment felt so empty without her. he was happy she had the opportunity to stay in australia and do what she loves, but he couldnât help but dwell on the flames igniting inside of him when he saw the videos of her and oscar together. it wasnât jealousy, he told himself, he just missed her. after spending the last few months in close proximity, it made sense that he missed smelling her perfume around, or hearing the way her voice travelled through his brain.
y/n had a calming effect on him, and right now, lando was anything but calm.
which is why he found himself going back to his old ways, in a club, surrounded by women he wouldnât remember the next day. he was too gone to remember that people with cameras tend to follow him around, capturing his every move in 4k - and he was far too gone to realise that publicly he was in a relationship, a relationship that should not include him leaving a club with a blonde.
and of course, y/n had seen the images blasted over twitter, headlines titled âcheating scandal?â consuming her entire feed. it was hard to remind herself that this thing between her and lando was not real, it was all pretend. and no matter how many times she told herself that fact, y/n couldnât help but feel jealousy consume her entire existence.
the flat had never felt so awkward than the week before their flight to japan for the next race. she had returned a few days after the incident, lando greeting her at the door with a tight hug and a kiss to her forehead, but something was off.
âyou have fun?â he asked her offhandedly as they moved to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water for himself.
âi did,â she said with a smile, though her tone held malice, âdid you?â
landoâs hands stopped opening the cap of the bottle as he breathed in sharply.
âthe fuck does that mean?â he replied, his tone harsh in defence.
âi was just asking if you had a good time, lando,â y/n answered, âshe looked pretty, your type.â
ânothing happened, y/n,â lando told her, his voice sounding almost guilty.
âitâs ok if something did happen - we arenât actually together,â she assured him, even though she could feel the jealousy bubbling up inside her again, âcan you just be more cautious next time? im not sure i enjoy being told i deserved to be cheated on every time i open twitter.â
âim sorry, y/n, i am. i dont know what i was thinking,â he apologised, his eyes still softening with his guilt.
âclearly not a lot,â she tutted, before moving to take her bags to her room.
the rest of the week followed a similar vibe - the two of them barely spoke if they didnât have to, making a few affectionate public appearances to show the world that their relationship was as strong as ever⊠oh the irony y/n thought every time she saw something dismissing earlier landoâs actions. however, by the time they flew out to japan, the friendship between the two seemed to have recovered - lando had almost sighed in relief when he saw her smile at him again.
âwhere you off to today?â lando asked her, pacing around the hotel room as he packed his bag for the day.
âthe marina,â she replied, smiling as she pulled her coat on, âlooking at the fish.â
âgross.â
âwhat time is qualis?â y/n asked him, ignoring his statement.
âuhhâŠ3 i think - but you should try and get there by 2?â he told her, glancing down at his phone to see the current time. lando strode over to her, cupping her face lightly as he pressed a quick kiss to her head - this was becoming second nature to him, and she wasnât sure how he felt about it.
âperfect!â she replied, trying to stop the nervous blush rising her face, ignoring the way her stomach flipped, âill be there,â she added before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and leaving the room. the moment the door closed, landoâs hand raised to touch where she had kissed him, smiling fondly at the thought.
he was utterly and truly fucked. how had he let himself fall for her? how could he continue to pretend to love her, when he really did?
y/n spent the rest of the morning in a similar state of panic, mentally shutting down at the prospect of loving lando and knowing heâd never feel the same. she hadnât even intended to leave him today, but found herself quickly googling anything for her to do the moment she woke up with his arm wrapped tightly around her stomach and his head resting on her back. y/n needed space, she knew she couldnât keep up their little act when her heart was slowly shattering every time he kissed her for the cameras.
so caught up in her own thoughts, she didnât realise the time until it hit 2pm and she was stuck at the marina, desperately trying to find a taxi to get her to the track. and when she finally made it, y/n wish she hadnât bothered.
lando was pacing angrily, talking under his breath as he checked his phone constantly - he only had 5 minutes before he needed to go down to the garage and get ready for qualifiers. the door slid open, and y/n walked through - ready to spurt out her apologies - but she stopped suddenly, sensing the anger looming in his room.
âwhere were you?â lando asked her, trying to keep himself calm, though the race nerves mixed with his temperament made that quite difficult.
âim sorry lan, i lost trac-â
âlost track of time? found something more interesting to do? save it, i donât wanna hear your excuses,â he argued back, interrupting her with his ever loudening tone.
âyouâd know all about âfinding something more interestingâ, wouldnât you,â y/n replied, her own voice raising to meet his. if thereâs one thing y/n will do, itâs stand up for herself, even when all she wanted to do was kiss him. dont kiss him, hit him she told herself.
âfuck you,â he spat, shoving past her to leave the room.
âat least im here!â she shouted back down the hallway, desperate for the last word
y/n stayed in the room for qualifiers, trying to stop the tears running down her face before lando returned. she hoped his anger was only heightened by his nerves, praying that after securing P3 he would return as his normal self, laughing and joking with her. in a strange way, she wanted cameras on them, she wanted him to be affectionate with her - she needed him to comfort her.
the woman walked nervously down to the garage, hoping to catch him quickly before he had to run off for media duties. maybe now he had secured a solid start position for tomorrows race he would be more willing to have a mature, sensible conversation with her.
or not.
lando spotted her immediately, pulling her arm quickly to lead her round to a secluded area outside the garage. he wasnât angry at her, he was angry at himself for letting it get this far. he was so irritated, he couldnât even spare a moment to see the fear in her eyes as he took in a deep breath.
he wasnât angry at her, but he didnât know how else to express his overwhelming emotions.
âwhat do you want? make it quick, ive got media to do,â he snapped, letting go of her arm as they stopped walking. she rubbed at it, her skin still burning from his tight grip.
âi just wanted to see you lan, congratulate you,â she replied softly, biting back tears once more.
âoh now you want to be here to support me?â he breathed out, crossing his arms over his chest.
âwhat does that mean?â
âi let you come with me to help with your career, and yet you canât even turn up to support mine. i knew you were selfish but thi-â
âselfish?â she argued, trying to keep her voice low, âme? selfish? i havenât got enough fingers to count the amount of times youâve missed my important things because you were busy with your career. and have i complained once?â
âwell no but-â
âbut nothing, lando. i canât even pretend to love this version of you,â she ranted, her anger being overcome with sadness, âyou know what? fix your own reputation - or donât. i donât care what or who you do anymore,â she finished, turning on her heel and storming away from him.
he wanted to follow her, he wanted to hold her close as he apologised. lando knew he was being selfish, he knew it wasnât fair to string her along under the pretence of saving his career. he knew he could no longer pretend, not with her and not with the public. lando needed her in every sense of the word. but duty calls, so he settles on dealing with this later, sitting her down and telling her the truth, even if it had the potential to destroy their friendship - he figured he couldnât make it any worse.
but y/n isnât at the track when he finishes up for the day, and sheâs not at the hotel when he returns - and neither are her belongings. lando checked his phone repeatedly, messaging her desperately.
he fell to the bed, head in his hands as he tried to regulate his breathing.
she was gone, and it was all his fault.
⧠i know that you're perfect for me
âŠtell me that you're sorry
âŠwon't you please just take my heart again â§
it took a few weeks for lando to finally stop messaging her, though y/n noticed an increase in visits from max, their mutual friend, under the guise of âjust checking inâ on his childhood friend. y/ wasnât stupid, she knew who was behind maxâs sudden interest in her wellbeing. but max was stupid either, he knew why the two of them had taken this fall out so hard.
âyou did what?â max shouted in shock.
âi asked her to pretend to be girlfriend so i could keep my job,â lando sighed, hiding his face in his hands.
âyouâre stupid.â
âi know.â
âin what world was that ever going to end well?â
âthe world where i didnât realise i actually do fancy her?â lando replied quietly, questioning his own admission.
âim so stupid,â max replied.
âhow are you the stupid one here?â
âstupid for believing the two of you had finally worked out what has been right in front of you since we were 13.â
lando was desperate. he needed to talk to her, he needed to tell her how he felt - but for now, he settled with knowing she was ok.
âsheâs alive and healthy - and she had pizza for lunch,â max told him over the phone, growing tired of this weekly routine the two of them had started.
âbut sheâs doing ok, right?â
âsheâs good, lan,â he reassured, neglecting to tell him the part where she cried on him about losing her best friend over a trivial, child-like crush.
âbutâŠ?â lando asked, sensing there was more.
âbut - she still doesnât want to talk to you.â
âi couldâve guessed that one, thanks mate.â
âhey dont get mean with me - im just doing what you asked.â
âi know, sorry.â
âdonât apologise to me, find a way to fix this you muppet.â
y/n was not ok, spending most of her nights alone, scrolling through social media seeing the rumours about her and landoâs supposed split - âsheâs wasnât at the raceâ âi saw her leaving suzuka cryingâ âhe looks so sad in interviewsâ. why do they care so much? but they arenât wrong, she thought.
she began looking for a job, but nothing seemed as exciting as the work sheâd done with mclarens environmental programme - which seemed to no longer be an option. unbeknownst to her, mclaren also loved the work she had done with them - her presence was greatly missed in the garage by many, especially those on the receiving end of landoâs current outbursts.
y/nâs phone lit up the entire room, the notification cutting through the silence of her room, breaking her away from her own thoughts.
-
y/n was still convinced this was a trick, luring her to miami under the pretence of work so that oscar could push her head first into a trap. the thought stuck with her throughout her plane journey, as she checked in to her hotel, even up to the moment she knocked on oscarâs door to discuss the project. she was waiting for lando to appear, push her into a locked room and force her to talk to him.
ââŠâbut if i talk to him, ill end up telling him why i ran, and how i feel about him, then heâll reject me, laugh in my face and im back to feeling sorry for myself,â she told oscar, having finished giving him the run down for their project, and allowing the conversation to move to the elephant in the room - what had happened between her and lando.
âim sure thatâs not true,â he replied, feeling sad for the girl in front of him, though he already knew most of the story from hearing landoâs self-destructive rants.
she opened her mouth to responded, but was stopped by a sharp knock at the door.
âoscar? are you ready to go?â a familiar voice called from the other side, sending y/nâs blood cold, her eyes widening in panic.
âwhat the fuck, oscar?â she whispered shouted, feeling betrayed.
âi didnât know he was coming y/n, i swear, iâd never do that to you,â oscar reassured her truthfully, although slightly beaming as a plan formulated in his head, âstay there, ill tell him to meet me downstairs.â
oscar stood, moving to open the door slightly.
âhey mate - just got some things to sort out, ill meet you downstairs in 15?â
âsure,â lando nodded, turning to leave, but not before his eyes drifted into the room, spotting the same pair of flowery vans that had spent months sitting in his hallway. y/nâs vans.
lando walked down to the lobby, taking a seat as he waited for oscar, his mind consumed with the fact that y/n was here, in miami, in his hotel. why was she here? why hadnât she told him? was she still avoiding him?
âhe-â
âwhere is she?â lando interrupted the australian the moment he approached.
ââhi oscar, are you ready to go?â wouldâve been my response but ok,â oscar replied.
âwhere is she, oscar?â lando continued, determined.
âshe doesnât want to see you.â
âi know,â he replied bluntly, âwhy is she here?â
ây/n was invited to join mclaren as an advisor on a new climate video,â oscar gave in, replying as professionally as he could - he wasnât here to discuss their âbreakupâ.
thatâs a lie, heâs pretty sure zak asked him to do another environmental video purely to suggest that he contacted y/n to be an advisor. and heâs absolutely certain that zak, equally as fed up with landoâs attitude, was looking for a reason to bring the two back together.
âwho invited her? where is she staying?â lando quizzed him as they walked towards the car, doubting heâd even get an answer.
âzak invited her, he appreciated the work she did for us in australia,â oscar replied, ignoring his second question. lando hummed in response, if oscar wouldnât tell him, he would find out for himself.
it was only a press day, so lando split from his teammate and began his hunt for zak brown. it wasnât hard, the man was wearing bright orange and had a laugh that could be heard for miles.
âhey zak,â he started.
âhey lando, what can i do for you?â zak asked, glancing at his at a text on his phone quickly before giving lando his full attention.
âhow are you?â lando asked hastily, beginning his attempt to bombard his boss with questions till he slipped up.
âim good.â
âwhat are you doing today?â
âjust going over some things with the team.â
âwhat do you think the weather will be like on sunday?â
âwar-â
âwhereâs she staying?â
âthe marriot i-â zak replied, pretending to stutter as he answered, feigning shock at accidentally revealing the hotel.
âthanks zak, love you,â lando called out as he jogged out. zak smirked to himself, replying to oscarâs message.
z â mission complete.
o â you made sure it looked like an accident, right?
z â jesus oscar i just told him the hotel name i didnât kill him
of course lando couldnât leave the track immediately, he had a job to do first. but the moment he became free for the evening, he was off, arriving at the hotel in record time. there were many cons to being a recognisable face, but a pro of being so famous was a hotel receptionist who barely batted an eyelid as lando demanded to know the room number of y/n l/n.
his knuckles rapped on the door quickly, his heartrate beating rapidly as he did. this could go so many ways, and most of them were not good. the door swung open, his eyes coming to look at the woman in front of him - she looked good, but she looked different, like something was missing.
âlando? what are yo- OSCAR!â she called out, turning to look back into the room, the door widening as she did revealing his teammate sat at the desk, âdid you do this?â
ânot me,â he replied, holding his hands up in defence. her head spun back around to look at lando, she was taking him in. he had a plaster on his nose, the curls were alive and well, and his everlasting tan ran the expanse of his skin. she didnât want to admire him, but damn, miami was treating him well.
âgo away i dont want to see you,â she announced suddenly, trying to shut the door but finding his foot blocking it.
âi know you donât, but i need you to just listen to me, please. and then you can shut the door and never have to deal with me again,â he told her, pleading.
âoscarâs here.â
âactually, i should probably get going,â oscar announced moving to grab his stuff to leave. y/ns head shot back around, her eyes shooting daggers at him as if to say âdont you dare leave me alone with him right nowâ to which he merely shrugged and walked out.
lando closed the door behind him, moving the two of them back into the room - y/n sat down awkwardly on the edge of the bed as he remained stood in front of her.
âwhat do you need to tell me?â she asked him impatiently.
ây/n, these last few weeks have been hell for me. i know i hurt you, i said some horrible stuff that you really didnât deserve and i will do anything for you to forgive me and move past this,â he said, pausing before adding, âi donât know about yo-â
âoh, so it wasnât you sending max to âcheck in on meâ every week?â she interrupted, her eyebrows quirking with her accusation.
âyou worked that one out then?â lando replied, laughing slightly, relief washing over him that she didnât seem angry at him.
âit was so obvious! since when has max ever felt the need to check im doing ok ever? let alone every week?â
âi sent him because i care about you y/n. you werenât responding to my messages, dodging my calls,â he told her, watching her smile slightly, a blush rising her face.
âso why are you here now?â
âlook, this whole âthingâ,â he started, waving his arms to indicate he meant whatever the two of them were doing, âit started as something purely to benefit the both of our careers. but i think somewhere down the line, it turned into something more. something that shouldâve happened years ago,â he told her, his heart ready to beat its way out of his chest and jump out the window.
the two sat in silence for a moment, y/n mulled over his words in her head. this is what she wanted, wasnât it? she wanted him to love her the way she loved him. so, why did she feel so apprehensive about letting him back in?
âi know you felt it too, y/n,â lando said again, not letting her thoughts distract her too far.
âfeel,â she said bluntly.
âhuh?â
âyou said felt. i still feel that way about you lan.â
âthen why wonât you let me in?â
âyou said some really nasty stuff to me, lan. really horrible stuff that had me reconsidering my entire life. youâre lucky i even let you stay. why couldnât you just be honest with me - instead of pushing me away?â
âi didnât know how to,â he admitted, stepping closer to her, âif i had a time machine, i would take back everything i said. id go back and slap some fucking sense into myself.â
lando now stood directly in front of her, his thighs brushing her knees lightly as his hand moved to her face, wiping away a tear she didnât even know what trailing down her cheek. his fingers tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear before settling on cupping her jaw lightly.
âcan you forgive me?â he asked her softly, thumb stroking at her cheek.
âitâs not all your fault, lan. i couldâve said something too,â she told him.
âplease just say you forgive me so i can kiss you, you idiot,â he laughed out.
âforgiven,â y/n said quickly, her head tilting so that their lips met. it was familiar, the feeling his lips on hers, but this time there was a sense of urgency. a sense of love that was absent anytime they had kissed before. his tongue swiped at her bottom lip, desperate for more which she granted happily, as her hands moved to rest in his hair, tugging at the curls lightly.
âfuck, y/n. âmissed you so much,â he moaned out, the grip on his hair sending his mind blank.
âmissed you too,â she replied as he moved to kiss down her neck softly, âeven if you were a bit of a dick.â
âlet me make it up to you?â lando teased, nipping at the skin of her neck whilst his fingers toyed with the hem of her top.
âthereâs a lot to make up for.â
âive got time,â he replied, pulling the fabric away from her body fully. her hands reached out, grabbing at his mclaren polo to remove it as well, dropping it next to herself on the bed.
lando laid her back on the bed, hovering over her as he continued kissing down the flesh of her torso.
ây/n i forgot m-â oscar started, barging back into the room, âoh my god, ive been gone whatâŠ? 3 minutes? how have you already taken your clothes off?â he exclaimed with a laugh.
âfuck off!â y/n and lando called out in unison, lando reaching for his top and launching it in oscarâs direction.
âok ok, im going,â he replied, raising his hands again in defence, âstay safe kids,â he added before leaving the room, his forgotten phone now in tow.
âkids?â lando muttered, âim older than him?â
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to love you like the snow melts. ksm.
kim seungmin x gn!reader â if seungmin wanted to be loved like a planet being discovered, he wanted to love you like the snow melted during the cusp of spring.
GENRE/S â fluff, maybe kinda emotional (or is that just me), slight college au mentioned in passing, he fell first trope âą 1.1k words
WARNING/S â nothing really unless you're not into lovesick pining, story told in seungmin's pov, slightly unedited cz idk
( âïž ) happy seungmin day !! i think i dissociated while writing this fic cause man... i barely remember shit đ i originally had a plan going into writing this but it just got thrown out the window by my brain apparently (also this fic is inspired by one of the results in this quiz cause i loved the prompt i got so much) this fic is a bit short but i hope yall like it <3
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Seungminâs eyes love to rest on you.Â
That was an undoubtable fact in his lifeâone that he, himself, doesnât even know how it started. Yet, the acknowledgement of this unknown didnât bother him at all. If anything, it was a source of comfort for him; a way of reminding himself of the joy in living. To Seungmin, one thing was for certain: He was given the gift of sight to experience you in your entire beauty.
He first met you in a university lecture, where you simply happened to frequent the seat just a row behind and two chairs away from where he usually sat. Perhaps he was enamored from the very beginning. It was like his gaze would always find a way back to you whenever you were in his immediate vicinity, reminiscent of a magnet longing to cling to metal.
That was also the way he took in your presence as a whole. Seungmin was a man starved for knowledge, desperately clawing for anything he could get to broaden his desired expertise that was you. He particularly loved the way your eyes drooped whenever the lecture of the day bore you, as well as your tendency to make origami on available paper during the times you could care less to listen. The latter always ended up with you blinking endearingly after a successful craft, glancing around the people near you to figure out who to present it to.
Oh, how he wished he had been over there instead, happily receiving a paper star to keep. However, it was your friends that surrounded you on a daily, barely giving you time to be alone. And maybe you didnât want to be aloneâanother thing about you that heâd like to discover the truth to. But he thought that until the day he somehow found himself stumbling into your life, heâd have to be grateful to your friends for making you shine the way you deserved every step of the way.
So, imagine his surprise when he finally got the chance to make a mark in the vast expanse of your world.
The opportunity came in the form of a group project with you; the catalyst in which his whole life began to change. Friendly introductions of obligation quickly turned into incessant strings of conversation, bringing the two of you closer. The sheer pace of the development was overwhelming. Seungmin never thought his presence bore enough weight for gravity to grab him by the neck and lock him in the system of the star that was you.Â
It was a trip and a half, consisting of countless miles to lap around with seemingly no end. So much, that he feared falling out of your graceâto be like a passing asteroid who foolishly dreamt of becoming a planet. Seungmin was endlessly yearning to solidify his place in your world, just like he always wanted. And still, despite that all, he didnât show it. He merely laughed when you laughed, stayed silent when you needed silence, and experienced anger on your behalf when you couldnât show it for yourself.Â
Because Kim Seungmin knew that you needed to be loved patiently.
Even throughout the tightrope of uncertainty he walked months on like his life depended on it, he never once made it seem like he was waiting on a move from you. If Seungmin wanted to be loved like a planet being discovered, he wanted to love you like the snow melted during the cusp of spring.Â
Seungmin knew that even with the shows of your cheery demeanor, your heart still remained frosted over from your previous winters. That even when your fingers danced their way to intertwine with his, there was still that moment of hesitation. He was forever thankful that you caught him from falling when he did, refusing to let him disappear into the abyss. Yet, who was lighting up the skies of which you lay under to stare at each day?
He longed to give you a love that was true. One where he showed you how warmth creeped in with small trickles of heat, giving you enough time to decide whether you truly wanted it or not. Love that was considerate in the way that it willingly warned you of its presence, but in a way that cupped your cheeks and sang you lullabies. To love you gently as to not sully your shoes with messy, muddy soil of the ground peeking out from beneath the snow.Â
To Seungmin, there was no greater gift than being able to be the sign of your spring.
âBaby?â You called out to him softly, a flash of concern twinkling behind your gaze. âIs anything wrong?â
Seungmin feels like he was just coaxed out of a trance, previously being too occupied studying the details of you at the moment, as if he hadnât already spent the past hour doing just that. A string of golden celebration banners made its presence known in the corner of his eye, briefly acknowledging the once-a-year greeting printed on them. The slight smell of smoke fully brought him back to his senses, finally glancing down towards the cake with a small lit-up candle you were presenting him.
Right. It was his birthday today.
He chuckles, shaking his head. âNo,â he replies truthfully. âEverything is perfect.â Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, having trouble making sense of the situation. Seungmin has half a mind to think if you would forgive him if he tried to straighten it out with his thumbs as a tease.
âBut, youâre not blowing out your candles,â you purse your lips in contemplation. He feels an unstoppable force creeping up to turn the corners of his mouth upwards. Did you even know just how much he loves you?
âI was just enjoying the view, thatâs all.â
Your demeanor visibly brightens up. âIs the cake that pretty?â Was your smug question, clearly feeling proud of yourself. âI worked hard on that, you know?âÂ
Seungmin only smiles. Like he always does whenever it concerns you. That warm boyish grin he had paired with a certain fond look in his eyes that his friends never failed to point out just to fluster him into oblivion. But he lets them anyway. There was no way he could ever deny the truth of how strongly he felt for you.
âI know.âÂ
Because he always does.Â
And as he leaned forward to feel the last heat of the flickering candle before it went out, he couldnât help but think that the snow had finally melted. His wish had already come true.
âHappy birthday, Seungmin!â
Spring has come.
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New friendship, who are they?
I tested out a new set of beads for this reading. It was really fun.
This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.
Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, Iâd love to know đ
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BLACK
This might be someone who has their North node conjunct your ASC. You will be a breath of fresh air to them, they will want to learn a lot from you, at the same time, feeling a little bit out of their depth and uncomfortable. Your way of acting is completely different from their usual friends and your outlooks are also different from theirs. But they will sense that they can grow with you, you embody the path that they need to take. They're likely younger than you or less experienced than you.
They're a hardworking individual with a serious mindset. I think they can be pretty quiet, timid at times. They think a lot before they talk and consider the consequences of their words. You probably won't have much success in trying to small talking them. They might even seem closed-off, so frivolous chit-chat seems out of the question. But their attitude will change when you approach them with more serious topics, an agenda in mind, maybe you could ask for their help or they could ask for yours, a great excuse to start a conversation. They can be pretty stubborn in defending their viewpoint, so don't poke fun of them.
You're likely to meet them at your workplace or where they are working. They could be providing a certain service to you, frequently, so you begin to talk more to each other. You might casually mention one of your hobbies and you guys would click. And from that point onward, there will be opportunities to expand your social circle, you or them will introduce each other to their circle of shared interests. It will take time to get close to this person, even when both of you have the desire to get to know each other. They hide a lot of their more sensitive and soft side, I think that by being friend with you, they will have a chance to bring out this side more. This group is quite short because there's still a lot for this person to uncover and learn about themselves, they haven't come to their true sense of self yet. This person will look up to you a lot. In turn, they will boost your confidence and make you feel appreciated.
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Possible astrology placements: Aries, Scorpio Sun/ Sun conjunct Pluto, Pluto in 1st house, Moon in Taurus/Moon in 2nd house, Saturn in 3rd house, Mercury in Capricorn, Venus in Pisces, Mars in Cancer
SILVER
I get a strong Sagittarius or Jupiter energy from this new friend. They have a strong yet very graceful character that will inspire you a lot.
This friend will come in when you are about to turn a new page in your life, ready for a new phase. The moment you're about to step out of your comfort zone, the universe will introduce you to them, so that you will have an easier time adapting to changes. They will help you unravel the knot in your psyche. Whatever hangups you are having, they will work with you to address them. They will be stern and blunt about it, there's no getting away. At times, you will feel so triggered by them that you want to quit, to end this connection, but fate will keep you guys together and you will be grateful for their perseverance and faith in this friendship.
The first thing you will notice about them is their voice and the way they talk. They could be a fast talker, animated in their gestures and have a lively, mischievous expression. They are a compelling conversationalist, you won't get bored talking to them, exchanging ideas with them will be a joy, an eye-opening experience. Because they will expand your mind, introduce you to many subjects that before that, you had thought uninteresting, but through them, through their enthusiasm, you will find a new interest for these subjects.
You guys might work together or in the same environment a lot. There's a sense of helping each other, walking together side by side. You probably will travel a lot with them. This will be an equal relationship, there's a balanced give and take between you.
This person could have changed their home a lot. They don't have a very stable ground to rely on. They can have an air of being standoffish, but that's just their independent energy. But they can feel lonely easily. They feel that something about them is different from everyone around them, even their families don't understand them enough.
You might observe that they tend to fight against social standards, what's trending, they hate being a follower, mindlessly doing something just because everyone else is doing it. So they definitely stay away from those famous places with 5 stars reviews on Google. They can also be misunderstood a lot by their friends and the groups they are in, accused of being individualistic. This saddens them, but they won't back down for it. Popularity is not their goal. If you're someone who is struggling with fitting in, being yourself in a group setting, then you can learn a lot from this person. In turn, you will provide a rare sense of recognition for their honest heart.
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Possible astrology placements: Sagittarius, Gemini, Aquarius placements, Jupiter in 7th house, Jupiter in Libra, Pluto in 10th house, Aquarius ASC, Sun/Mars in 11th house, Mars in Aquarius, Sun in Pisces
TEAL
This friend will come into your life during the period when you think everything is moving so slowly, there's barely any progress or anything exciting. They will prove you wrong. You will most likely meet them at work or on the way to work, or at an institution. You could have noticed each other before but didn't really pay attention. It would take an event or a third person to properly introduce you.
It will be a slow start, you won't click immediately, I sense that your temperaments can be different from each other's. You will find them a little mysterious, watchful, they seem to be the type that prefers to stay silent at first to assess the situation and the other person better. You would hear about or sense something spiritual in them. They might have a different religious beliefs or they practice an occult art. They could speak a different language, came from a foreign country or have travelled very far from home. You will be mystified and intrigued, but a little intimidated. There could be a period of time at first when you just silently observe each other without making a move. I think the first person to break the silence will be you and they will breathe a sigh of relief. You seem to be more carefree and at ease with yourself than this person, and seem younger too, even if just in spirit.
You will have many philosophical discussions with this friend. The way they talk is wise and gentle. They have an innate understanding of how things work, they probe for deep meaning and open to myriad kinds of experiences. They could have a very profound effect on your mind, asking you questions that you've never thought of before, but they will not be confrontional about it, they just want to ask the question and leave the pondering and thinking to you, the answer is not as important as the acceptance of the question.
They might have moved their living space a lot or rarely stayed at home. They're a nomad, always on the move. They like to travel, explore, could be with their friends, which they have a lot, or alone, they are fine with both.
You will admire their honest way of expressing themselves, their energy feels pure and straightforward, what they show is what you get. Even though they seem so serene and calm, later you will learn that they have been hurt a lot in the past. They might have a fear about commitment, past relationships failed them, so they can be more cautious in this area. You will bring a lot of joy to them, they will find your way of living refreshing and fun, they will want to learn a thing or two about your hobbies and taking them up. You guys will talk about all kinds of things, share the silliest jokes, being ridiculous with each other without care.
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Possible astrology placements: prominent Sagittarius, Taurus, Aquarius placements, Jupiter in 3rd house, Sun in 9th house, Saturn aspects, Moon in 11th house
BLUE
You might be intimidated by them at first but attracted nevertheless. They will remind you of someone you knew in the past or someone in your family.
This person has a strong and intense aura, they are the type that takes no bs from people and set in their way. They would wear a lot of black and red colour and look good in them. Their style would be bold but minimalist. They don't like to adorn themselves with unnecessary things and prefer a neat style for easy movement and activities. Yes, they will love to move a lot, they are active physically and need lots of mental and physical exercises to release the pent-up energy inside them, which is a lot.
You would meet them in a public place, could be a company building, an institution. Maybe when you're going on a business trip or study abroad, or going to museums, conferences, the lecture hall. You will immediately be impressed by their vibrant aura. They seem so self assured, confident, but oddly enough, they don't seem to be comfortable around a crowd. I wouldn't be surprised if they have encountered some jealousy or backstabbing in the past. The crowd doesn't usually go easy on an individualistic person.
They will complement you perfectly. When you feel nervous, they will be strong and confident for you, when you feel down, they will light up your spirit, when you are confused, they will sit you down and talk some sense into you. And I think you will do that for them too. They are an extremely loyal friend. Fiercely protective of their close ones. Their protection is gentle but firm. They will peer into your core and unearth every secret and dark corner that you have. But they won't use it against you. You will feel seen and understood. Just remember never to betray them or cross their boundaries, they can unleash hell on you. This is the kind of person that you want to be friend with, not make an enemy out of them.
They could have talents with words, with musical instruments, with painting. They have a sensitive artistic soul that can perceive the tiniest beauty and capture it into a lasting existence. Their mind can be whimsical but disciplined. They know how to apply rules and methods to ground an idea.
Jokes and laughter are important to them. They like mental games, various kinds of entertainment. They probably have some interesting hobbies that you will want to learn and explore them yourself. Watching them doing something will be inspirational. You will want to encourage them to show themselves more to the world to see, to shine brighter than they already are.
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Possible astrology placements: Aries, Leo, Scorpio placements, 5th house stellium, Pluto in 7th house, Mars in 1st house, Mars in Aries, Aries ASC, Pisces Venus/ Mercury, Capricorn Mercury
AMBER
This new friend could be your future travel buddy. I see one person is leading another to go on a trip. Travel and learning will be the centre of your connection with this person.
The first thing you will notice about this person is that they have a glibness to them. They could talk fast, walk fast, change subjects mid sentence, rambling on and on. But it will be fascinating to watch and listen to them. They could be younger than you, more playful, less care about the mundane, practical world around them. This person will be a bag of infinite fun to you. With them, you will be more relaxed and enjoy yourself more, you guys would think up mischievous bets and games to entertain each other. I keep seeing the image of two kids having fun everywhere they go.
But don't mistake this for their lack of depth. In fact, they are a lot more mysterious and spiritual than meet the eyes. Their approach to life is carefree but philosophical, they believe that doing good deeds will be rewarded. They believe in serendipity, in life's goodness and abundance, this makes them lucky, it's like a team of spirits is having their back. You would think this person is free of worry. They even think so, too, but they're haunted by dreams and nightmares, their worries and fears lie deep down in their psyche. You have to probe carefully to get a glimpse of that. But they likely won't let you do it, they will dazzle you with stories, with adventures that make you forget the elusive nagging feeling of something is amiss.
They're lucky but they're not lazy. They're actually a very hard worker and you will admire their work ethics. Financial security is very important to them. Sometimes to the point of obsession. They work hard and play hard. There could be an over indulgence of some kind. They can be a spendthrift one moment, then make a completely random purchase (and regret about it later). This person probably like to buy little trinkets or bathroom products (they will gift you a lot of that too). They take good care of their hygiene and are very neat. Their house might be swamped with little things, but they will be well organised and aesthetically pleasing.
You might meet them when you go for a vacation, a trip. I see a large body of water so it could be a lake, a river, the beach, the aquarium.
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Possible astrology placements: Gemini, Libra placements with strong Jupiter and 9th house influence, Mars in Taurus/Mars in 2nd house, Sagittarius ASC, Moon in Sagittarius, Venus in Virgo/Venus in 6th house, Sun in 3rd house
LILAC
You would meet this new friend when you travel back to somewhere you had lived there before or the place where you were born. Also you could meet them through a female figure, likely your mum or your sister, a close female friend. They might introduce you to each other or you will meet this person when you're travelling with that female figure. This could be a surprise encounter for you. You might have travelled to this place often but this will be the first time you see them there. Another scenario is a business trip, but the presence of a female figure will still be there.
This person could have an intimidating reputation. They could be a boss, or in charge of an important position in their workplace. Whatever they do, people notice them easily. They could look a little scary at first sight. Their features are sharp, and they favour a darker style. Fierce and confident. You will probably feel nervous when meeting them for the first time, being subjected to their gaze. You would feel your capability and proficiency are being assessed silently. You might have to work with this person, the connection would be strictly professional at first. They can be strict, demand a lot and don't like to talk about trivial matters. They're probably a person of few words.
But strangely, I don't think you will feel uncomfortable in their presence later, when you're friend with each other. If any, they could even make you feel more confident and more carefree. Even though they prize capability and have a high standard, they are also benevolent and can be quite forgiving. They might only act like this with a few people, those that have passed their assessments. You guys could remind each other of someone close, there's a sense of familiarity, being at ease with each other, as if you've been friends for a long time. This connection could happen suddenly, but it has the potential to remain strong and long-lived.
You might notice that they have some trouble voicing their thoughts. There is a pain hidden deep inside them, and you will feel compassionate for it. Sometimes you could even act as their spokesperson, helping them communicate better. You guys will become the unlikely sanctuary for each other, no matter how much different you look outside.
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Possible astrology placements: Capricorn, Scorpio placements, Mercury in 8th house, Mercury-Saturn aspect, Sun/Mars in 10th house/ in Capricorn, Sagittarius Venus, Mars-Pluto conjunction, Sun-Moon conjunction
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A New Beginning || Miguel O'hara
Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader
Summary: You tell Miguel that you're ready to have a child with him.
Tags: SMUT, NOT BETA READ, breeding kink, unprotected sex, big dick Miguel, creampie, vaginal fingering, brief blowjob scene, soft sex that turned rough later on, Miguel kinda whimpered lol.
Period is gone and came the asexual lil shit who can't write smut anymore lmaooo. I have two other plots just waiting to be finished (something about being paralyzed by his venom and needy sex after a death scare) but aaaaaaaaaaa. This is so shit, I apologize lmao.
mi vida - my life || cariño - honey || mi cielo- my sky (correct me on this please)
âI think Iâm ready.â
Miguel didnât respond for the longest time, focused on frying the vegetables. Clearing your throat you tried again.
âMiguel? I think Iâm ready.â
âFor what exactly? What trouble are you brewing up again?â
Sensing his dedication towards completing his task, you grew doubtful of your decision of dropping the news to him.Â
Miguel, always tuned in to your moods even without seeing you, immediately turned off the stove and turned to face you with crossed arms at your prolonged silence.
âAlright, what is it?â
Now seeing the permanent frown in his face, you wondered if heâs even as ready as you are. Being the leader of the inter-dimensional spider society and a chronic over-worker, you could see him putting his job first as the protector of spider people since he sometimes does it with you.
But youâve seen how his eyes lingered a little too long on Mayday and Peter B whenever they visited. Youâve seen him replay clips of a future that doesnât belong to him and watched him mourn over a child that never existed in this universe.
Having a kid with both of your featuresâŠ
It doesn't seem like that bad of an idea.
âIâm just⊠thinking about kids you know?â
The twitch in his eyebrow betrayed his uninterested expression. âOh? What about them?â
âI think Iâm ready for one.â
Tensed silence immediately filled the room, locking your throat close as you waited for a change in his stance with bated breath. You saw the surprise flash in his eyes but he made no move to indicate his interest in the subject.Â
If it wasnât for Mayday, you wouldnât have thought about bringing a child into a world where she'd have parents from two separate dimensions, both superhuman and known as saviors of the world. Not to mention, while being an active crime fighter in your own universes which is not an ideal occupation for a pregnant woman.
Even then, you had your IUD removed a few days ago when you returned to your world for a visit and only today did you guys had the time to bond.
As you linger in the silence, regret starts to crawl up your throat. Maybe it's a stupid decision after all...
His sigh sliced through the thick atmosphere before his voice did. âAre you sure?â
Miguel, no matter how unsure his voice sounded, had a hungry look in his eyes.
âIâve been thinking about it for so long and... I think Iâm ready now.â
You swear you could hear the clock from the living room tick beside you as you wait in anticipation.Â
tik!
tok!
tik!
tok!
tik!
Miguel reached behind to remove his apron, crumpling them like a paper ball and tossing them to the side before crossing the distance between the two of you with one large step, hands surging to cup your cheeks to pull you in for a deep kiss.
You melted in the soft plushies of his lips, hands rising to tangle themselves into his hair.Â
His hands wandered down to your rear, tapping it rapidly and you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist before proceeding to walk blindly to the bedroom, relying solely on muscle memory.
Miguelâs lips melded with yours smoothly with years of experience, his taste familiar in your tongue. Your fingers combed through his hair, tugging him closer as the door opened behind you.
It didn't take long before you hit the softness of your bed. His body dwarfs yours in every way and the realization never fails to send jolts of pleasure down your spine.
There's greed and desperation in Miguel's hands as he tore through your shirt and bra, freeing your breasts that pebbled with goosebumps from the cold air. Despite the hunger and rush in his movements, his touch is the softest it has been in a long, long time since the needy sex from months ago after a death scare.
His fingers found your stiff nubs and pinched them, sending sparks crawling over your body, stirring your nerve endings awake. Miguel's lips parts from yours to pepper kisses down your skin, leaving warmth in its wake.
You quickly made work of his top, pushing it over his head before he latched onto your skin once more like a bloodsucker.
"You're so pretty, mi cielo." He groaned, kneading your mounds together. "I lose my mind just thinking about your tits growing full with milk for our kid."Â
You couldn't suppress the shudder racking your body at the mention of having your own child, together. A low moan left your lips and Miguel's hand wandered lower to tug on the bands of your shorts and underwear.
"You don't mind this one, yeah?"
"Rip it off."
He didn't need to hear it twice, the sound of fabrics tearing off into two echoed in the room and plant both your legs on either side of him, leaving you bare for him to see. Sitting back on his heels, he admired his work as he caressed your inner thighs with small circles, a promise of what to come.
"As much as I want to eat you up, I want to see you falling apart my dick more."
You nod feverishly, sighing as deft fingers found your clit to roll in tight circles, occasionally scooping down to spread your wetness around your folds. Heat explodes from your abdomen, spreading across your body as pleasure slowly ricochets inside you.
His finger enters you, curling up to caress the spongy part of your walls and you moan. Miguel spared no time adding another digit inside you, picking up a fast pace and your body arched, hips twisting to follow his ministrations.
But before the pressure in your abdomen builds up, he pulls away to your distaste.
"FuckâŠ" You whined.
"Stop whining and get on top of me. I wanna see you bounce."
He slipped off of his pants and boxers, tossing it to the side before switching positions with you. You reached down to his hardened length, pumping him leisurely while he ran his calloused hands up and down the meat of your thighs.
You eyed the clear pre-cum erupting from his tip with every pump with fascination. Miguel's hands tensed on your thighs as a warning yet you bent down to lick off it off. A salty taste explodes in your mouth and Miguel grunts, nails digging into your flesh.
"Mi vida..."
"You're such a mood killer." You said, earning yourself a pinch in your thigh and you giggled.
You positioned his intimidatingly huge dick directly under you and with a deep breath, you let the tip sink into you. It's barely in and you're struggling with his girth stretching you wide open. Seeing the struggle in your face, Miguel rubbed circles on your hips.
"You can do it, baby. You know you can take me in."
With the slight pushing from Miguel, you eased him in with a mewl. He feels deeper and fuller this way and you gasped at him, nudging more of him inside.
"Fuck..! You're so deep..! I c-can'tâ"
"You can and you will. I'll make sure you do."
"P-please... Ah!"
Surrendering your control to him momentarily, he gladly took up the mantle. Your mind grew fuzzy at how full he makes you feel and it pleased Miguel to no end to see you drunk on his cock. Reaching up to your neck, he pulls you down for a dizzying kiss.
You whimpered into his mouth as he gained some speed, nudging the roof of your uterus, keeping your mouth hang ajar, spouting gibberish and noises of absolute ecstasy. His hands roamed your body with the greed of an explorer in a new land yet tender as if handling a feather whilst you tugged hard on his locks.
"You feel so tight around me. God, you feel heavenly." He grunts as he drives himself in your heat.
Your body grew feverish as your heart grew fuller from the softness of his touches and kisses. The knots in your abdomen twisted tighter, your impending climax arriving a little early.
"I-I'm closeâŠ"
"Give it to me, come all over my dick. I want it all."
Picking up speed, you cried onto his shoulders as he plummets into you hard. Your hips grew erratic as you followed the intensity of his thrusts, his hands grabbing the globes of your ass to guide your heat onto his.Â
"Come for me, cariño."
Your whimpered whispers of his name filled the room as you tip closer to the edge.
The knots in your abdomen unfurl and you come, trembling on top of him with a shout. He grunts as the tightness brought by your end, hugged his girth firmly. His hot pants fanned your ears as your climax encouraged him closer, the sound of his pleasure sent sparks throughout your body and swells your chest with pride.
"Take all of me, baby. You want it yeah? Want me to fill you up real bad? Want me to breed and knock you up?"
"Yes yes yesâŠ! I want it please please please!"
Miguel protectively wrapped his arms around you as he came, exploding and painting your insides white with a deep groan. His arms only tightened around you, forbidding you from leaving.
Flipping you both, he sits up to stare at where you both connected with lust clouded eyes. Pulling out, you groaned at the feeling of his seed pulse out of you and Miguel clicked his tongue.
"You're wasting them."
Scooping them up, he plunged them into you and your thighs twitched from the intrusion. You let your eye close as your soul slowly settles back into your body, exhaustion weighing your eyelids shut.
The sound of wet squelch of his fluids mixed with yours burned your cheeks and you forced yourself to focus on the feeling of his fingers plunging his seed back in, pleasurable albeit a little painful.
Miguel halts, only to bring your legs up to your shoulders, stirring you awake from your momentary rest to meet the wicked gleam in his dilated eyes as he pinned your thighs down and loomed over you.
"Don't even think of sleeping tonight or tomorrow. We haven't even started."
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[3.1k] after a spell goes wrong, you and lando are forced to hide the fact that oscar isn't quite himself during media day at the british grand prix. it goes about as well as you would expect ft. mediocre magic, a surprised max verstappen and a cute black cat.
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There was a lot more to being a witch than people expected.Â
It wasnât all hocus pocus, waving a wand and standing around a bubbling cauldron whilst chanting in an ancient language under the moonlight. Donât get it twisted, that was still a part of it. But there was more than cliches and stereotypes, things were a lot more complicated than reading from a spellbook and swishing a stick around.Â
It was hard.Â
Sometimes, it felt like that one subject in school that just never clicked. You were reading the textbooks, doing the homework and listening to the teacher but, no matter what, you couldnât seem to get it quite right. Sometimes, you would eventually get it.Â
And sometimes, you were left in situations quite like this one.Â
Ideallyâat least in the eyes of your grandmotherâyou would have done what every other young witch did at your age. You would have finished school, joined a coven and trained under the watchful eyes of the elders until you had successfully and safely mastered your magic. Upon reaching adulthood, a witchâs magic became more volatile, more unpredictable, more potent. It was vital for her to learn to control it before it overtook her.Â
Unfortunately for your grandmotherâs sake, you didnât want to settle down in a coven. You wanted to explore the world. You wanted to learn to control your magic through experience, not through old scrolls and grimoires. You wanted to live, not just survive and learn.Â
You did not want to be chained down by ancient rules and practices.Â
However, as much as it pained for you to admit it, you kind of wish you had listened to your grandmother around about now.Â
It was a funny series of events that led you to meet the two Mclaren drivers. It was somewhere during two race weekends a year ago, a meeting that happened by chance but changed the trajectory of all three of your lives. It was instant connections, late nights spent in hotels and a passion that was far from fizzling after your two weeks together were over.Â
And it bloomed.Â
You wanted to travel the world and they wanted to show you the world. You wanted to experience life beyond a witchâs expectations and they wanted to share that experience with you. You wanted someone to share your heart with and they wanted to be the ones you trusted with it.Â
It felt like the planets aligned, the stars shone and the universe worked its magic to help you cross paths with Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri. It felt the invisible string of fate weaving its way through your hearts to bring you together, to keep you together, to intertwine your lives to this very point.Â
And, despite the stories whispered in young witchâs ears about the taboos of humans, Lando and Oscar accepted you for who you were, they loved you for who you were. The tales of humans hating and despising and disapproving of witches were squished by your boys in seconds. In fact, they were your biggest supporters in your journey to learn and control your magic.Â
Maybe sometimes a little too supportive.Â
âOh my god.â
âLandoââÂ
âOh my god!âÂ
âStop panicking!âÂ
âHow can I not fucking panic?! Oscar is a fuckingââÂ
âShhh!â You hissed, slapping your hand over your boyfriendâs mouth before he altered the whole McLaren hospitality. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the bubbling of feeling of âoh, I fucked upâ becoming more and more prominent. âJustâŠcalm down for a second.âÂ
Lando let out a squeak of disbelief as he gestured towards the orange cat blinking up at the both of you, sitting in the spot where Oscar had been standing moments ago.Â
âFuck,â you whispered, staring at the orange cat. âOscar?âÂ
The cat meowed in response.
âOh my god,â Lando wheezed, his eyes comically wide. âI canât believe you turned him into an orange cat. He is definitely more of a black cat, if anything.âÂ
You glared at the Brit. âOh, sorry, let me just remember that for the next time I turn our boyfriend into a fucking cat!âÂ
Landoâs mouth parted. âUh, babeââÂ
âWhat?â
Lando only nodded back towards the cat, only to find Oscar the orange cat now very much black.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You breathed out, the panic starting to resurface.Â
âChange him back!â Lando hissed.Â
âOkay, okay!â You rolled your shoulders, eyes narrowing slightly in determination as you stared at the black cat in front of you. âThis is fine. I turned you into a cat, I can turn you back into a human.âÂ
âIdeally soon,â Lando added, staring at the cat with a suspicious glare. Like he didnât quite believe it was really Oscar. âItâs Thursday. The media team is gonna want us to start filming stuff soon.âÂ
So, no pressure.Â
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Sometimes, you wondered if your grandmother placed a small, inconvenient curse on you to punish you for not listening to her advice about joining a coven straight after school.Â
Because that was the only explanation you could come up with behind your horrendously, inconveniently timed bad luck that would be turning one of your boyfriends into a cat on media day of the British Grand Prixâarguably one of the most important for the team and the boys in the racing calendar.Â
It was a purely unpurposeful accident that led to you accidentally turning Oscar into a cat, but you thought you had a little more skill and experience to be able to change him back with the same ease. However, forty minutes later and three breakdowns laterâall from Lando, thank you very muchâtold you that accidental magic was a lot harder to fix than one would expect.Â
Or, at least, than you expected.Â
âThis is pointless!âÂ
âBabe,â you sighed but the boy was already pacing the small driverâs room already.Â
âHeâs stuck forever! We will never see that stupid swoop ever again! We will never hear him say âWebbahâ ever again!â
âLando,â you tried again.
âOh my god, we have to tell Mark! We have to tell everyone! How the fuck are we going to tell everyone?!âÂ
âLando!âÂ
The boyâs mouth quickly snapped shut, his wide eyes staring back at you as you pushed yourself up from your spot on the couch, crossing the room and gently cupping his face. Your thumbs soothed over his cheeks, feeling him relax a little under your touch.Â
âRelax, baby,â you whispered softly, your lips twitching upwards as he took a deep breath. âThis isnât ideal but I have messaged my grandmother. She will call back and help us sort out this mess and nobody has to know.âÂ
âWhat about the team?â Lando questioned, his brows furrowing together. âThey are gonna noticeââ
âWe will just have to cover up until Oscar is human again,â you said with a determined nod. âIt canât be too hard, right?â
âRight, yeah, of course,â Lando nodded. âExcept for one minor problem.âÂ
You frowned. âWhat?âÂ
âOscar is gone.âÂ
Your head snapped around, expecting to turn and see the black cat curled up where he was less than a few minutes ago. But he was nowhere to be seen, the driver room now empty apart from the two of you and the door out to the rest of the paddock somehow wiggled open.
âFuck.âÂ
âŠ
âIf I were a cat, where would I be?âÂ
âKeep your voice down!âÂ
âIâm just trying to get into the mindset of Oscar right now,â Lando murmured in response, his lips turned downwards as he rubbed the spot of his arm you just slapped. âIf heâs even Oscar anymore. What if heâs stuck with a cat brain forever?âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âMagic canât do that. Heâs still Oscar. JustâŠOscar with very strong cat-like urges.âÂ
The two of you had managed to sneak out of Landoâs driver room without alerting anyone else on the team that something was wrong. None of them questioned where Oscar was, just simply waving at the two of you walking past as Lando panic-babbled some bullshit about wanting to go see Carlos in the Ferrari hospitality to sort out some details for a golf day before the McLaren media team stole them away for the rest of the day.Â
Fortunately, they bought it.Â
Unfortunately, itâs a lot harder to look for a cat in a paddock when no one can know you are looking for a cat.
âShould we get treats?â Lando questioned, keeping his voice low. âOr likeâŠa laser?âÂ
âYeah, because that will be real subtle,â you murmured with a snort.Â
âWe need to get into the mindset of a cat,â Lando said with an odd sense of certainty.Â
âHe would probably be somewhere warm,â you pointed out, tilting your head back to look up at the grey clouds starting to cover the sky. âBut that's more of an Oscar thing than a cat thing.âÂ
âOscar did say the other day he was going to hog the tire warmer blankets if the weekend had shit weather,â Lando suggested, his brows furrowing together. âWhat are the chances heâs justâŠsleeping there?âÂ
You glanced down at his watch, your frown deepening. âLetâs hope high.âÂ
âŠ
âPspspsps!â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?âÂ
Lando glanced up, a sheepish smile on his face. âTrying to make him feel relaxed, you know? Like we are one of his people.âÂ
You raised your brows, taking in the sight of him crawling through the stacks of tires on all fours before shaking your head, deciding it was easier to just leave it rather than ask any questions.Â
Your grandmother hadnât responded to any of the messages, the team were starting to blow up Landoâs phone and the two of you have had to dodge a handful of McLaren employees scouting the paddock for their drivers.Â
Safe to say your plan wasnât working the way you intended.Â
âOscar!â You called out, crouched down as you joined Lando in searching amongst the tires. âOscar! Come on! We have fish!âÂ
âEw, we do?âÂ
You shot the boy a look.
âUh, yeah!â Lando quickly cleared his throat. âWe have a lovely piece of salmon just for you!âÂ
âFuck, maybe we should have brought some fish,â you murmured under your breath.
âWhat the fuck are the both of you doing?âÂ
You let out a noise of surprise as your head snapped up, your eyes widening a little at the sight of Max Verstappen standing a few feet away from you. But more surprisingly, the sight of a familiar black cat curled up in his arms.Â
âOscââ You winced when Lando nudged your side with elbow. âCat! You found him!âÂ
Max blinked. âDid you just call him Oscat?âÂ
You smiled sheepishly. âYes, I did, didnât I?âÂ
âOdd name choice,â Max commented, lightly scratching the cat underneath his chin. âI didnât know you got a cat.â
âHeâs new,â Lando retorted, quickly scrambling to stand up and brush his knees off. âUh, where did you find him?âÂ
âI heard meowing behind the motorhome and found this little guy trying to puncture some spare tires,â Max grinned, cooing at the black cat. âHeâs a menace, isnât he?âÂ
âTell me about it,â Lando grumbled before clearing his throat. âI mean, thanks for finding him! But we will take it from here!â
âYou should bring him over some time,â Max said as he handed the black cat off to Lando. âSassy probably wonât like him but Jimmy mightââÂ
The cat let out a god-awful screech before he could be placed in Landoâs arms.
âBastard,â Lando glared at the cat.
âWeâll think about it!â You quickly spoke up, ignoring Maxâs odd expression as you quickly took Oscar in your arms. You didnât miss the way Landoâs glare hardened when the black cat easily curled into your arms, purring away like nothing was wrong. âBut we have to go.âÂ
âMedia duties,â Lando supplied with a grim smile.
âTell Oscar I said hi.âÂ
Lando only hummed, glaring at the black cat once more before the two of you headed back towards the McLaren garage.
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Lando was pretty sure his team were going to think he had food poisoning again considering he had told them he had needed to go to the bathroom before they started filming.Â
And the fact that had been forty minutes ago.Â
âWe canât stay here forever,â Lando muttered, staring at the black cat curled up on his hoodie. Despite refusing to be held by the Brit, Oscar seemed happy to nap amongst his clothes. Lando was trying not to take it personally.Â
âI know, I know,â you sighed, frowning as you flipped through your notebook. It was no grimoire, but it had little notes and lessons and spells you had learnt over the years. Your grandmother insisted it was pertinent for a witch to record her progress properly, to take extensive notes to pass on to the witches after her. You were starting to see her point now. âWhy have I never turned a person into a cat before?!âÂ
Lando paused. âWas that question rhetorical orâŠ?âÂ
You lifted your head to shoot him a look.
âRhetorical it is,â he nodded, slouching back against the couch. âWhat if you just abracadabra your hands at him until something eventually happens?âÂ
âOther than the fact that is an incredibly stupid and idiotic idea?â You retorted before sighing, flashing him an apologetic smile at your biting tone. âIt wouldnât be safe for him or me. I donât know what spell I would be adding onto and we donât know what effects it could have on Oscar. For all we know, it could make this changeâŠpermanent.âÂ
The black cat lifted his head to meow in response.Â
âHe doesnât seem like a fan of that idea either,â you added, your lips twitching at the way Oscar managed to look so judgemental even in cat form.Â
âHe doesnât have much of a brain right now,â Lando grumbled, shuffling away when Oscar hissed at him in response.
âStop antagonising him,â you chastised.
âHeâs the one who wonât let me pet him!â Lando huffed in response. âHeâs my boyfriend too.âÂ
âIs this about Max holding him?â You deadpanned.
âYes!âÂ
âWell,â you started, quickly turning back towards your notebook. âIn his defence, it was your fault that he got turned into a cat.â
Lando blinked. âHow?â
âYou were the one who kept pushing me to make you an ice lolly!â
âAnd you were the one who fucked up the spell!âÂ
âAnd that was because you kept tickling meââ
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The room fell dead silent as the three of you stared at the door.Â
âLando? Is Oscar with you? The press conference starts in five minutes, youâre both needed right now.âÂ
The Brit turned to you with a panicked look.
âGo,â you whispered with wide eyes. âStall them. Iâll work on Oscar.â
Landoâs brows furrowed together. âAre you sure? I canââ
âGo, weâll be okay,â you assured him, quickly leaning in to peck his lips. âPromise, baby.âÂ
âOkay, okay,â he nodded, swallowing harshly. âI can distract them. I can hold them off.âÂ
That was perfectly possible and capable.Â
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It was not, in fact, possible or capable.
The journalists were like vultures the second they realised the second McLaren driver was nowhere to be seen. Lando assumed his presence and the three other Brits on the couch would be more than enough for the media, especially for Silverstone weekend. It turns out he was wrong.Â
So very wrong.Â
âQuestion for Lando!âÂ
The boy resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead slumping further back the couch in hopes it would open up and eat him alive. He noticed Alex and George sat to his left, snickering away with their microphones sitting beside them considering they hadnât been asked a question in the last ten minutes.
âWith Oscar out of contention for the weekend, are we to expect McLaren will be focusing on your standing in the championship?âÂ
Lando frowned. âOscar isnât out for the weekend.âÂ
âNo one has given us a reason for his absence in this conference,â the journalists retorted. âWe assumed he was unwell. Do we have reason to believe he isnât here for another reason?â
Lando bit his tongue.Â
âHe was seen this morning arriving in the paddock,â another journalist added.Â
âThen Iâm sure you saw he was here and well,â Lando said, a fake and forced smile on his face.Â
âHey, if you need a driver for that second McLaren,â Alex spoke up as he tried to divert the attention away from Landoâbecause bless his heart, he is a good friendâafter picking up his microphone for the first time in the conference. âI know a guy.â
Landoâs smile felt a little more genuine this time. âYeah? Thereâs a few qualifications he needs to meet.âÂ
âBe slower than you?â Alex guessed, a few chuckles breaking out amongst the crowd.
âYeah, if he could hold everyone back, that would be great,â Lando grinned. âJust swipe everyone out whilst I just zoom off.âÂ
Alex cackled, leaning into George as he shook his head fondly.Â
âLando!â A journalist called out and Lando felt his whole body tense up. âDo you think Oscarâs absence shows a lack of commitment to the team?âÂ
Lando could feel his face scrunch up. He knew his emotions were probably written very clearly across his face if the bubbling anger inside him was telling enough. But before he could lift his microphone and say something that would have the PR team sighing deeply at his snarkiness, the door to the conference room slammed open as someone came running in.Â
âSorry, sorry!âÂ
Landoâs anger quickly melted away, replaced with something quite like knee-buckling relief at the sight of Oscar settling onto the couch beside him, his cheeks flushed and his hair dishevelled on his head. But he was there and he was human and that was all Lando needed to know right now.Â
At least, he tried to tell himself that as Oscar supplied the journalists with some very vague excuse as to why he was late.
âHow?â Lando muttered under his breath, leaning into Oscar so the microphones wouldnât pick up on their voices.
âGrandma messaged back,â Oscar said with a small smile. âShe seems confident it worked fine. But she was also three drinks deep into happy hour so, take it with a pinch of salt.âÂ
Lando raised his brows. âDo you feel okay?âÂ
âYeah, Grandma said there shouldnât be any lingering side effects,â Oscar assured him, shrugging his shoulders. âIâm fine. Promise. Iâll explain later.âÂ
Lando only nodded in response, shuffling a little closer to Oscar until their knees were nudging against each other. Oscar was there and he was human and he was touching him now, and that was what mattered. He could wait another fifteen minutes before finding out more, before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and muttering about needing to buy a black cat before Max texted him with more questions.Â
Oscar was fine now and nobody knew the mess they had accidentally created.Â
âNext question is for Oscar: did you just meow?âÂ
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Hamasniks are on track to become the next Jonestown
I've decided that I'm going to use a different strategy when I engage with Hamasniks.
I used to try to get them to feel empathy for Jews, thinking that maybe an experience of empathy for us would get them to wake up and realize that they are being Jew-hating bigots.
Maybe I could get them to feel some remorse for attacking Jews if I could get them to see that they are engaging in the same violent, depraved behavior that the Nazis engaged in during the 1930s, leading up to the Holocaust.
Maybe I could appeal to them using Rabbi Hillel's "golden rule": "What is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbor. That is the whole Torah. Now go and study."
But I now know that these approaches were futile.
Why?
Because Hamasniks are in a cult.
The strategies I was using were all rational approaches, and Hamasniks are not behaving rationally.
They are in a cult that has compromised their empathy, which is a well-understood aspect of cult mind-control. And instead of feeling remorse for attacking us, these Hamasniks actually revel in harming Jews.
I started to realize this when I rewatched some documentaries about The Peoples Temple (aka Jonestown) and the Manson Family.
Imagine if Jim Jones and Charlie Manson were here today and had Instagram and TikTok, and you'll understand the scope of the cult that the Hamasnkis are part of.
Jonestown Massacre, explained
Jonestown Documentary
Manson Family Interviews
Manson Family Singing
Hamasniks are speedrunning both of these cults. And they are getting to the point where they will start being used as "sacrifices for the cause."
Aaron Bushnell was just a glimpse of what is yet to come for many of them.
So now, I am changing tactics.
I will no longer appeal to Hamasniks' empathy, because they have none. It has been beaten out of them.
Instead, I will give them a warning:
You are in a cult.
You may not fully realize this, which makes this cult especially dangerous for you.
The people running your cult are being very careful to "boil the frog" very slowly with you.
They started by teaching you some slogans to chant, and giving you some signs to carry.
They lovebombed you hard, and it felt wonderful to be part of a social group, especially after the extreme loneliness and isolation of Covid.
You didn't really understand what the "Pro-Palestine" movement was about at first, but you were just happy to be part of something larger than yourself.
Then Hamas carried out the October 7th terrorist attack, and within 24 hours, your cult leaders got you to chant their "Free Palestine" slogans in the streets, and they got you to harass Jews online.
You were told to tell Jews things like "Die Zio Scum" and "Hitler should have killed more of you rats."
You were told, "It's okay to attack these people, these people are Zionists, and Zionists are basically Nazis."
You were so lovebombed at this point that you didn't care that calling a Jew a "Nazi" is one of the worst things you can say to us. You showed your friends the hateful messages you were typing out, and you all giggled together at how much you were hurting these Jews.
Then your cult leaders got you to go out in the street and vandalize random Synagogues and Jewish businesses. They told you these were part of the "Zionist entity" that you were all trying to take down.
And sure, Jews were being attacked and murdered in the streets and in their homes all over the world, but you convinced yourself that their lives don't matter.
After all, your cult leaders told you that once Palestine is "free," every societal ill will somehow be "corrected."
And so, maybe you felt a little weird about spraypainting Nazi Swastikas on Synagogues, and maybe you felt a little guilty about smashing the windows of Jewish-owned businesses, but you did it anyway "for the cause."
Then your cult leaders got some of you to partake in University encampments, where they could indoctrinate you further. They controlled your food and water, and they deprived you of sleep. Those are some of the most well-understood methods of cult mind-control.
Then your cult leaders got you to take to the streets and harass and attack Jews in public places. Now you're no longer just spraypainting Nazi Swastikas on Synagogues or smashing up Jewish businesses, now you're are physically attacking Jews on the street.
That's all well and good, you might think.
You think you're just having some fun attacking Jews and larping as terrorists. You think this is just an opportunity to get some anger out.
But actually, that's not what is happening.
You see, this is not about you.
Your sense of "Main Character Syndrome" has blinded you to the obvious reality.
You are being primed to "give your life for the cause."
That is Hamas' entire strategy.
I suggest you get out of this cult while you still can.
The Islamists running your cult are warming you up for the final act.
Don't just take it from me. Learn about cults. They always end in bloodshed - and that blood is YOURS.
Don't believe me? Learn about Jonestown. Learn about the Manson Family. That is where you are headed.
You love to chant "Long Live the Intifada." Well, you should EDUCATE YOURSELVES about the Second Intifada.
You should EDUCATE YOURSELVES about what YOU will be forced to do in the Intifada that you are chanting for.
Hamas terrorists strapped bombs onto people and sent them into crowded areas to BLOW THEMSELVES UP in order to kill Jews.
And if you are not careful, that will be you.
That's where all this is headed.
Time to wake up, babes! You're in a cult.
#jumblr#hamasniks learn about cults challenge#it's so glaringly obvious#when will the hamasniks see that they are being used? ... probably at the same point that the jonestown cult members did#jonestown 2.0 here we come#jew-hate makes you stupid kids!
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đ shelter from storms.
â how is life when you're living with the stellaron hunters.
â warnings: none
â author's notes: sunday is a stellaron hunter just trust me, these can be taken as romantic or platonic except for silver wolf, hers is purely platonic. once again credits to @.cafekitsune for the banners.
đ KAFKA
one day brought a record player back to headquarters after a mission. she happily skipped over to you to inquire about the spare room that hasnât been used in years. and thatâs how you got roped into decorating the said room with kafka, making it her pseudo music room whenever it's her day off.Â
she even convinced you to pick up the violin and practice with her. it was hard at first - you had no past experience with playing an instrument - but kafka was patient, taking her time to teach you how to properly hold the violin, how to press on the strings correctly so it doesnât sound strained when you glide the bow over it. more often than not, youâd call it quits after an hour and a half and simply just listen to kafka play. these were the times where she became more expressive so you cherished it.
after practice she would tell you about the local music from the planet she went to for her mission. retelling in great detail how the musician played the piece, how the crowd gathered and clapped once the person finished. you canât help but let the growing smile on your face show. kafka doesnât show that much emotion - a big consequence of being an emanator of the nihility - but you knew deep down that kafka was kind a person, even if the universe said otherwise.
đ BLADE
is the type of person that would eat whatever you offer him without question. you were quite shocked when it first happened â you had dragged him to one of the stalls on the luofu to eat a snack and when you offered him a bite, he took it. you stood frozen in your spot as blade chewed his food, muttering a soft praise for how it was cooked and started to drag you away from the stall. a certain head of white had slowly started to approach the two of you.
when silver wolf and firefly found out, they were certainly amused, the former more so than the latter. and since then, whenever you and silver wolf would practice cooking when kafka wasnât around, you would drag blade into the kitchen and spoon feed him the food you made. you found it endearing when his voice would grow soft whenever firefly or silver wolf offered him a spoonful of food and heâd take it without hesitation. giving constructive criticism and even assisting the three of you whenever heâs feeling nice.
though youâve learned how not to push his buttons too much. after silver wolf accidentally (it was on purpose) put sugar instead of salt in his food, you had to pull the man back by the arm so he didnât kill the poor girl.Â
đ SILVER WOLF
kafka laughed under her breath as blade groaned. there you two go again, stopping your actions whenever you pass each other in the halls just to stare, then laugh, and proceed as if nothing had happened. you donât remember when this started or how it even came to be, it just became a silly little greeting between the two of you that made blade think the two of you were insane. but then again, who wasnât insane in this organization?
when silver wolf first became a hunter she was quite the pissy baby, sam often left her in your care, maybe that's why you always sought out each otherâs presence when it's your day offs. kafka joked how the two of you must be siblings separated by birth and that led to her dragging you into her room, a whiteboard behind her and a marker perched on her ear, trying to explain how you two were actually siblings.Â
sheâs grown quite attached to you, always the first one to greet you when you come back from a mission and drag you to her room so you can play video games together. time spent with each other is always fun and full of laughter, you canât help but wish time would move slower so you could spend more time with her. when kafka comes to drag you out of her room because it was 3 am and youâve lost track of time, you canât help but miss the girlâs laughter as you yet again, lost your combo on one of her favorite rhythm games.
đ FIREFLY
ever since you joined the stellaron hunters, sam and elio have given you full reign in being their mechanic/inventor. it was a great honor and you took pleasure whenever the hunters trusted your inventions and used them in battle. the biggest downside would probably be is being in charge of cleaning samâs armor when missions get too rough. before you, kafka would always be the one in charge of this but after your arrival, firefly seems to only want you to clean it, especially when silver wolf tried to doodle on samâs WHITE ARMOR with pastel markers.Â
your station was always filled with easygoing chatter between you and firefly. she would tell you about how her mission went, what happened, what needed to be fixed and if there were any adjustments needed to be made. you always listened with keen eagerness, pausing every once in a while at wiping off the grime and dirt on sam and writing something on the clipboard thatâs always on your desk.
aeons bless this girlâs heart because she was a total sweetheart. most of the time you never get the chance to keep up with the trends among the cosmos so she took it upon herself to always keep you updated. even when she was on missions, she never fails to send you a text on the new trending fashion, makeup, and even food. speaking of makeup, you should start wrapping that set you managed to snag online. it was a thank you gift for firefly for always keeping you updated.
đ SUNDAY
hesitation, regret, but quiet determination. that was your first impression of sunday when kafka entered your station with him in tow. a pair of mechanical wings to replace his broken one, kafka said before abruptly leaving. he was hesitant to let you near his wings but eventually caved after lots and lots of reassurances that it would be quick. when you finished, you kept a close eye on him whenever he practiced taking flight with it, always remembering to keep a good distance so you donât invade his comfort zone.
wincing when sunday stumbled for the seventh time today. sweat dripping from his forehead to chin as he tried and tried again, trying to take flight again after years of chaining himself to the ground. it was painful to watch, but you canât help but feel proud of his determination to make it work. a smile crept up to your face as you scribbled something down on your clipboard when he nearly made it. you made a mental note to reshape the wings a bit and use a different type of material so it didnât weigh him down too much.
sunday may not show it, but he knows youâre watching from afar, he's happy you keep him company in his trying times, it makes his failures in taking flight a little more bearable. he couldnât help but feel thankful to his hereditary genes of being able to sense the emotions of others, he just wished you could do the same. you have no idea how grateful he is that youâre taking so much of his comfort and needs into account when creating his wings. he could only offer you a small smile when he knocks at your door to announce dinner. sunday swore to take you to penacony one day when kafka mentioned youâve always wanted to travel there.
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Creating Compelling Character Arcs: A Guide for Fiction Writers
As writers, one of our most important jobs is to craft characters that feel fully realized and three-dimensional. Great characters aren't just names on a page â they're complex beings with arcs that take them on profound journeys of change and growth. A compelling character arc can make the difference between a forgettable story and one that sticks with readers long after they've turned the final page.
Today, I'm going to walk you through the art of crafting character arcs that are as rich and multi-layered as the people you encounter in real life. Whether you're a first-time novelist or a seasoned storyteller, this guide will give you the tools to create character journeys that are equal parts meaningful and unforgettable.
What Is a Character Arc?
Before we go any further, let's make sure we're all on the same page about what a character arc actually is. In the most basic sense, a character arc refers to the internal journey a character undergoes over the course of a story. It's the path they travel, the obstacles they face, and the ways in which their beliefs, mindsets, and core selves evolve through the events of the narrative.
A character arc isn't just about what happens to a character on the outside. Sure, external conflict and plot developments play a major role â but the real meat of a character arc lies in how those external forces shape the character's internal landscape. Do their ideals get shattered? Is their worldview permanently altered? Do they have to confront harsh truths about themselves in order to grow?
The most resonant character arcs dig deep into these universal human experiences of struggle, self-discovery, and change. They mirror the journeys we all go through in our own lives, making characters feel powerfully relatable even in the most imaginative settings.
The Anatomy of an Effective Character Arc
Now that we understand what character arcs are, how do we actually construct one that feels authentic and impactful? Let's break down the key components:
The Inciting Incident
Every great character arc begins with a spark â something that disrupts the status quo of the character's life and sets them on an unexpected path. This inciting incident can take countless forms, be it the death of a loved one, a sudden loss of power or status, an epic betrayal, or a long-held dream finally becoming attainable.
Whatever shape it takes, the inciting incident needs to really shake the character's foundations and push them in a direction they wouldn't have gone otherwise. It opens up new struggles, questions, and internal conflicts that they'll have to grapple with over the course of the story.
Lies They Believe
Tied closely to the inciting incident are the core lies or limiting beliefs that have been holding your character back. Perhaps they've internalized society's body image expectations and believe they're unlovable. Maybe they grew up in poverty and are convinced that they'll never be able to escape that cyclical struggle.
Whatever these lies are, they'll inform how your character reacts and responds to the inciting incident. Their ingrained perceptions about themselves and the world will directly color their choices and emotional journeys â and the more visceral and specific these lies feel, the more compelling opportunities for growth your character will have.
The Struggle
With the stage set by the inciting incident and their deeply-held lies exposed, your character will then have to navigate a profound inner struggle that stems from this setup. This is where the real meat of the character arc takes place as they encounter obstacles, crises of faith, moral dilemmas, and other pivotal moments that start to reshape their core sense of self.
Importantly, this struggle shouldn't be a straight line from Point A to Point B. Just like in real life, people tend to take a messy, non-linear path when it comes to overcoming their limiting mindsets. They'll make progress, backslide into old habits, gain new awareness, then repeat the cycle. Mirroring this meandering but ever-deepening evolution is what makes a character arc feel authentic and relatable.
Moments of Truth
As your character wrestles with their internal demons and existential questions, you'll want to include potent Moments of Truth that shake them to their core. These are the climactic instances where they're forced to finally confront the lies they believe head-on. It could be a painful conversation that shatters their perception of someone they trusted. Or perhaps they realize the fatal flaw in their own logic after hitting a point of no return.
These Moments of Truth pack a visceral punch that catalyzes profound realizations within your character. They're the litmus tests where your protagonist either rises to the occasion and starts radically changing their mindset â or they fail, downing further into delusion or avoiding the insights they need to undergo a full transformation.
The Resolution
After enduring the long, tangled journey of their character arc, your protagonist will ideally arrive at a resolution that feels deeply cathartic and well-earned. This is where all of their struggle pays off and we see them evolve into a fundamentally different version of themselves, leaving their old limiting beliefs behind.
A successfully crafted resolution in a character arc shouldn't just arrive out of nowhere â it should feel completely organic based on everything they've experienced over the course of their thematic journey. We should be able to look back and see how all of the challenges they surmounted ultimately reshaped their perspective and led them to this new awakening. And while not every character needs to find total fulfillment, for an arc to feel truly complete, there needs to be a definitive sense that their internal struggle has reached a meaningful culmination.
Tips for Crafting Resonant Character Arcs
I know that was a lot of ground to cover, so let's recap a few key pointers to keep in mind as you start mapping out your own character's trajectories:
Get Specific With Backstory
To build a robust character arc, a deep understanding of your protagonist's backstory and psychology is indispensable. What childhood wounds do they carry? What belief systems were instilled in them from a young age? The more thoroughly you flesh out their history and inner workings, the more natural their arc will feel.
Strive For Nuance
One of the biggest pitfalls to avoid with character arcs is resorting to oversimplified clichĂ©s or unrealistic "redemption" stories. People are endlessly complex â your character's evolution should reflect that intricate messiness and nuance to feel grounded. Embrace moral grays, contradictions, and partial awakenings that upend expectations.
Make the External Match the Internal
While a character arc hinges on interior experiences, it's also crucial that the external plot events actively play a role in driving this inner journey. The inciting incident, the obstacles they face, the climactic Moments of Truth â all of these exterior occurrences should serve as narrative engines that force your character to continually reckon with themselves.
Dig Into Your Own Experiences
Finally, the best way to instill true authenticity into your character arcs is to draw deeply from the personal transformations you've gone through yourself. We all carry with us the scars, growth, and shattered illusions of our real-life arcs â use that raw honesty as fertile soil to birth characters whose journeys will resonate on a soulful level.
Happy Writing!
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