#and yet 10 or more in front of a camera have done this

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

Good fucking day, Robot enjoyers! Gaze upon the updated semi-accurate height comparison of Bumblebee across the multiverse.

This is an updated version of a chart I made a few months ago. I had gotten some feedback and then TFOne came out and I kinda had to update it. I also added a Gen 1 Optimus Prime for scale, for fun... no other reason... (edit: slight adjustment made, just corrected a slight mistake in the order)

I am also working on at least two more character charts and one universe chart, so hopefully I can finish those soon (for some fucking genius reason I decided to do the characters that show up EVERY FUCKING UNIVERSE so I'm s u f f e r i n g)

*PST! Optimus, Megatron, Shockwave, Soundwave, Ratchet, and Ironhide ones are done now*

Listed Heights, Explanations, and Justifications below the cut, bc you couldn't shut me up if you tried and I had shit to say.

Gen 1 - ~10 feet (TFwiki says greater than 3 meters so I rounded up to the first whole number because round)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~10 feet (He looks identical to Gen 1 so... the reason his photo looks weird is because I couldn't find a good full body photo with him standing straight up facing the camera so I put two images together to make the worst looking photoshop job you have ever seen)

Earth Spark - ~10 feet (There is no confirmed height yet, but using this screen shot (see below) of him standing in front of a barn door, I was able to make a reasonable guess, bc I'm so smart.)

One V1 - ~13 feet (I am well aware of what the TFWiki says: 26.429 feet. And I fully reject that number. A: These numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, and Bumblebee in both sets of LA movies does not exceed 20 feet tall. Ever. So, for sanity's sake, I have used the KCV numbers as my baseline. Bee grows when he gets his t-cog so shrink this one down a few feet. Look, I'm working on the Optimus chart rn, and one of the numbers from Beast Wars on the wiki was very observably wrong, and if I can dispute numbers older than me, I can dispute numbers 2 decades younger than me from fucking Walmart. Also, yes, his picture is 3 images sandwiched together)

Animated - 13 feet 3 Inches (There is no actual given heights, but in the comments of the previous version, @phoenix-inanis told me that they had done their own analysis of TFA heights and, gonna be real with you, I am blown away by all of their work and how detailed it is. Go marvel at how much work they put in -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4 )

One V2 - ~15 Feet (Please see reasoning above. Since this is as tall as we see Bee get, he's the same height as KCV Bee. Sweet fuck, I have put way too much effort into this shit)

Knight/Capel-Verse - 15 feet (No actual numbers, but Mirage is stated to be 15 feet tall (TFWiki), and he and Bee are like the same height, so... Capel directed the ROTB movie if you're wondering why his name is there)

Bayverse V1 - 16 feet (TFWiki. This is like the first 3 movies minimum, I don't remember when he hits his growth spurt. Also mr bay is king, we have numbers for nearly every character in BV)

Cyberverse - 18 feet (I'm gonna be honest, the only info we have is from a really shitty screen shot of a magazine. SO if any one has a copy of this book from the video below, a high quality scan would be greatly appreciated and I will kiss the ground you walk upon. Yes I found the video where the screen shot comes from leave me alone)

Bayverse V2 - 18 feet (TFWiki. Movie 4-5 I can't remember which one, I'm not re-looking this up. I fucking love the bayverse tho, this is the only universe with concrete and consistent this-character-is-this-height info)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC - 20 feet (TFWiki/Fandom. Video game info screens you godsend, kiss me sweetly)

Aligned Cont. TFP/RID15 - 21 feet (These two designs are canonically identical, like in ALC canon, Bee has not changed visually at all...Ok, yes I got this number from fandom and they give literally no source for where they got these numbers. But, I can fully believe these are accurate. Just by looking at these characters on the show I can verify these numbers in my mind. Here, let's Compare.

This is Sam compared to Bee from one of the BV movies, I'm too lazy to check which one. Sam is average size for a human and we know Bee is 16 feet tall in the first three movies. Checks out. Let's now look at a TFP Character who is also 16 feet tall.

Jack is average size for a human, and the size difference is about the same. Can you see why I can't question the Aligned heights, even if they don't have a source??!?! They specifically made this universe to be full of freakishly tall robots for some fucking reason.)

Not Pictured: Aligned Cont. Rescue Bots and Rescue Bots Academy Bumblebee - 21 Feet tall. Look, did you want to see all 5 versions of ALC Bee? No, you don't. They're all the same height anyway; the back row would have just been a wall of redundant yellow. 5 different fucking art styles in one universe, why is that one my favourite.

Here's the front row and the back row separated into their own jpgs. I know it's kind of hard to tell which Bumblebee is which when they're all together.

[adorkastock]

How do you take reference images? Are they done by someone else / you in the room or is there a timer on the camera?

I want to make some references for my art, but I can never figure out how to set up the camera well to take photos, so any advice would be appreciated! Your references are also super useful!

Yes I take most of my own photos. I have a home studio:

But I started off just shooting against a hanging sheet or a plain wall so you don't NEED a studio. I just had a point and shoot digital camera with a timer:

You want form fitting clothing that contrasts your skin and the background. A lot of times these days I just use my phone (Pixel 7a) to take photos. Most of the time if it's still references the phone is good enough. I have a little tripod I can put my phone in for a quick shoot:

You want the phone to be mostly upright and the lens to be about in line with your belly button if you're not doing stuff with perspective and foreshortening. You can use the front facing camera so it's easier to frame the shot and see what you're doing. My phone has a timer (5s or 10s). I set it for a timed release then I can get to my post, open my hand palm forward. The camera will detect it and start the countdown. Different phones might have different remote trigger options like sometimes you can yell "Cheese!" at it. I'm not kidding - search for your phone and remote camera options and see what it can do! Here's a basic set up for doing your own refs. I have a plan to do a more in depth version of this (a video maybe?) but I haven't made time yet.

When I'm doing action stuff and things with a lot of movement I use my DSLR (Nikon D5500) with a remote and a large flash. You can see the remote in this photo, it's tucked under my bra. I just set the camera for remote release. I only get 2s though. My phone would be less good at getting this kind of shot so for these, the big camera is needed. Some phones might actually catch action like this though! The big flash also helps a lot here.

A lot of newer phones have wide angle lens options on the front facing camera which can be really fun for perspective. I have a bigger, taller, extendable tripod I can use for stuff like this.

I encourage everyone to take your own refs! You don't even have to show anyone the photos (but honestly we'd love to see them >_>) I hope this helps!! 🥰

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[chaoticallyfluffy]

"What are you, a cop?" and "Now you see me now you don't" both sound interesting

For "What are you, a cop?"

Billy is deaged (actually deaged. He goes from 15 to 10 or something and doesnt remeber the league) during a mission. He suddenly woke up in the middle of a battle so he's freaked out. the Justice League take down the threat then try to calm the boy down, explaining that theyre heros and here to help.

Billy takes a moment to take that in... then bolts.

It takes a bit to catch the kid, he's surprisingly agile for his concerningly small size, but they manage to get him into the jet and hes pouting in the corner looking angrier than the league has ever seen him.

They try to ask questions. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Why are you so thin? Is there anyone we should call? But Billy stays silent and his glares stay intense until he finally speaks.

"I don't talk to pigs." he spits out, giving them the nastiest look as if his glare alone could poison and kill them.

They stare at him for a moment, processing that.

"We're not cops???" Clark says, unconvincingly. Hes never been more confused in his life and has definitely never been confused for a cop.

"Whats wrong with being a cop?" Barry, the forensic scientist, pouts.

They knew that Marvel had a bit of a weird relationship with cops but they didn't realize he hated them, and especially not with such a passion!

The league spends the whole jet ride back to the tower trying to convince Billy that not only are they not cops, but that cops shouldn't be something to be afraid of anyway.

Billy spends the whole trip explaining ACAB to them and that yes, they are in fact cops, and here's all the things that the police system has done wrong that the league have probably also done or been complicit in..

I just want to write Billy radicalizing the Justice League and the league helping to reform the police system.

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For "Now you see me, now you dont"

In the original comics Billy can and will transform in front of anyone at anytime and they wont realize that it was a transformation. Why?because plot armor. They will just think that the boy ran away right as Captain Marvel appeared or something, and when Billy reappears they don't question it either.

In the fic, its a magic perk that came with the whole Champion of Magic package and its a perk he uses often and irresponsibly. He takes it to the extremes by transforming in front of large crowds (no one questions it), while being recorded (The camera shorts out and stops working completely), and even in front of villains (they curse when the captains escapes yet again, completely ignoring the little boy standing in the middle of their secret base)

The last one is how he figured out that even if he is very much Not supposed to be somewhere, he wont be questioned as long as the only people who see him there also saw Marvel transform in that area. If someone who didn't witness the transformation were to see him, they would realize he wasn't meant to be there and call him out which would cause the witnesses to notice it as well. Leaving the room and then returning would also snap them out of it and he would be questioned.

Its a pretty overpowered ability for a child to have access to and when your a street kid without any video games to play who gets chased out of public parks for being too 'dirty' and can't afford any toys, you have to get creative with your entertainment.

Billy wants to see just how far he can take this power, and decides to transform in front of as many people in one day as possible while on the most highly secure facility in earths orbit- the Watchtower.

Follow Billy as he stretches his powers to their limits by transforming in front of the Justice League while praying he doesn't get caught and see what pranks he's able to pull off in that time!

I really like both of these ideas and I definitely want to write them someday. I already have lots of ideas for ways Billy can abuse that particular power! For now I am focusing on a few other fics but these ones are somewhere in the queue.

[livin4woso]

Breaking the media

Chapter 3- arrival

You had just arrived in spain when the news that you were leaving arsenal was spread the club hadn't said where you were moving to due to some timing issues and you hadn't done any Barcelona media yet. You looked through the comments as the fans speculated your next club and many wishing you well and hoping you would have stayed longer at the club. While all the messages were nice you knew it was the right call to move so as you stood in airport looking for what will be your ride to the training centre you see a sign with your name on it. After some great force of lugging your two suitcases along the airport by yourself you reached the drivers with a half smile "good morning miss y/l/n" he said reaching his hand out "morning nice to meet you" you said taking his hand a firmly shaking it. Just as you were about to grab your suitcases and begin dragging them back along to the car he took them out of your hands "let me take these from you" he said "oh its no bother really i can bring them myself" you protested but he was insistent.

The car journey wasn't as long as you had expected it to be as you sat scrolling through your phone almost laughing at the ridiculous rumors you could see through your phone even sky sports had started to make rumors. You had arrived at the training ground where a member off staff had met you and brought you to the hair and makeup chair "hola, buen dia miss y/l/n" said the women smiling at you "call me y/n please its more.. normal" you responded as she began her work adding a light coat of foundation and redoing your hair entirely. After 10 minutes you were ready and handed a Barcelona training kit and told this is what you would be taking your photos in I mean it made sense but you would have preferred to be in normal clothes.

You were whisked through the unfamiliar corridors passing room after room each one looking completely different from the other till you reached the media room which was set up with cameras lighting and the contract. Jona was waiting in a chair when you arrived and he immediately stood up "hola y/n so happy you decided to join us you are going to do wonderful things" he said kindly to you. As the next couple hours went by you spent most time taking photos and doing interviews when you were told it was tomorrow when you would meet the team and have a tour of the facility before joining training.

Once you were done you were brought to an apartment that had been furnished and paid from Barcelona as you clearly weren't old enough to pay for it yourself. It was nice,small yes, but it wasn't cramped. You had put away all your clothes when you saw that it had been officially posted you were now a culer and all the media from that day had been posted and as you expected it.You had done it 'y/n y/l/n has transferred to Barcelona for an undisclosed fee' was printed all over social media for a moment it felt like everyone in the world was talking about you.

You woke up the next morning and the apartment was conveniently a 10 minute walk to the training ground because you couldn't drive so walking was the next best thing. The spanish sun was hot on your skin you hadn't been out of england for a long time minus for England camps which weren't very frequent or very long. You had arrived at the training ground 5 minutes early but that didn't matter. You were again greeted by jona the two of you making small talk as you walked towards the pitch, now the anxiety had kicked in you were 16 and going to meet your idols all at once, what if you nade a fool of yourself in front of the team or they dont like you and just to top of the list you knew not one word of Spanish minus hola. The training ground was nice it was decked out with perfectly cut grass and box nets you looked over to see the team training away not even noticing your presence as they were so focused in a drill that until jona called them over they were in there own world. "CHICAS, YOUR NEW TEAMMATE HAS ARRIVED" he shouted across the pitch when each of the girls looked over to you and began to walk towards you, each meter they passed you could feel your heartbeat move quicker. Now you were young but you weren't challenged size wise at 16 you were 5,8 making you quite the impressive feat and one that was taller than quite a few girls on the team. From a mile away anyone could tell you were a defender tall, broad shoulders, hair tied neatly in two plaits, it was obvious.

It was the captain alexia who had been selected to talk to you first " hola, ive heard good things about you y/n" she said kindly almost in a parental tone, a tone which some sould have found to be insulting yet it brought you a sense of comfort. Each of the girls took there time chatting to you, some getting more confused by your accent and led you to having to say things much slower so the others can understand what you were saying. When last it came to kiera and lucy the fellow English on the team "well well if isn't y/n" lucy said almost grimacing "what lucy, you're not happy to see me" you said back "of course" she said wrapping her arm around you as keira did the same you had known the English girls had been told you were coming by leah but you didnt know that they had been told to keep your eyes on you but so was mapi and alexia however from jona. It was lucy who had taken you on the tour around the place "nice innit, and the weathers lush as" she said "yeah definitely, its a change from arsenal but god is it like a different world from sunderland" you said although you had lived in North london for 3 years your north east accent hadn't changed at all you were still a northern girl at heart and one that surprisingly faired well under the sun.

"Well then i bet we better head off back home" lucy said taking you back to the exit "yeah definitely especially before it gets too dark" you said as you began to walk off to your apartment "where are you going? Aren't your foster parents picking you up" she questioned as from what she has assumed you were living with a family "ermm home im walking back to my apartment its only 10 minutes" you said as you began to speed up a little away from lucy. "An apartment you're 16 you can't live alone" lucy remarked but by then you were gone you, she threw her hands in the air and sighed as she knew she needed to have a talk with barca management because you couldn't live alone but you had ran home to make sure lucy couldn't see where you went as you didn't want to make a scene or deal with lucy scolding you.

As you opened your front door you locked it back up and crashed into bed the jet lag from the plane had crashed into you but you knew you needed to shower and make dinner but you had no food what so ever, how you wished someone could make you some home cooked food. So like a sensible person you ordered in food and showered while waiting and just as you had changed into your pjs the food had arrived. It was just a simple pizza but god was it tasty. You ate every last crumb and put the box on your counter to put it in the recycling you climbed into your bed and let tiredness slip over you.

[goldenempyrean]

Back To Bed With You

« Day 10: “Honey, you’re supposed to be in bed." »

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"Alright. Cut. Take 5 while we set up the next scene, I want makeup touch-ups done on everyone in the next shot please!" The voice of your director dismissed you from the current scene as people began rushing around to set up everything for the next.  

"Lizzie?" You tilted your head in surprise at the sight of your wife leaning up against some equipment behind the main camera. On any normal day you wouldn't have thought anything of it. But she'd woken up sick this morning with little to no voice left, and it'd taken you almost half an hour to convince her to go back to bed and take the day off. Yet here she was. Standing just off set... in her pyjamas. “Honey you’re supposed to be in bed. What are you doing here?”  

She only shivered in response and goosebumps ran up her exposed arms as she pulled them round herself. “Oh, come here sweetheart,” You shook your head, taking off the jumper you’d been wearing and pulled it over her pink pyjama shirt. It was slightly baggy but on her, but it was better than that thin fabric that seemed to be doing little to keep her warm, “That better?” 

She nodded before clearing her throat, "I missed you," Lizzie whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible. "And I wanted to see your scenes. You always watch mine.” She sniffled before muffling a cough against the collar of her borrowed jumper, making you raise an eyebrow slightly knowing you had to wear that later. 

You cupped her flushed face in your hands, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "You're the sweetest really, you are, but I don't want you getting any sicker. Your voice sounds awful darling. So how about this? You stay right here, I'll finish up this next scene and then I’ll walk you back to our trailer and get you settled back down, okay? How does that sound?”  Lizzie gave a weak smile, appreciating the warmth of your jumper and the concern in your eyes. "Okay," she agreed in a raspy whisper, her hand finding yours as you began to lead her over towards where one of the runners had plugged a small portable heater into an extension cord. 

“You just concentrate on getting warm, okay?” You murmured, kissing her hand, “I’ve gotta sort out my makeup. The scene’s only short but if you really don’t feel well, just head back without me. I’ll catch you up.” 

With that you turned to quickly run over to makeup to get touched up before making it back down in front of the camera. The scene went well. Everyone had delivered their lines well and you’d only needed to do a couple to retakes to get the perfect shot. 

As the director called for a wrap on the scene, you wasted no time in heading back over to where you had left Lizzie. She looked a little more tired now but at least the heater had been doing its job and had kept her warm as she watched. 

“Alright, you, we had an agreement, didn’t we?” You smiled, knowing it was time for her to go back to bed. Your wife pouted but nodded in agreement and with a bit of effort, you helped her to her feet, wrapping your arm around her for support as you walked back to your trailer 

"You're a terrible patient," You teased once you’d gotten inside, still holding her hand as you led her back to bed, a bundle of blankets that she more than willingly climbed back into. 

Lizzie grinned weakly as you leant down to press a soft kiss to her warm cheek once she’d gotten settled, "But still the best wife, right?" 

"Absolutely.” You chucked as you pulled the blanket up to her chin, “Now rest, my love and I'll be back as soon as I can." 

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[fashionteahouse]

Can I please request a Paul x reader where he’s sending her snapchats of him while she’s out for a girls day with Kim and Emily and when they get home everyone starts teasing him about always trying to get in the readers pants😂

Alright 😂 hope you enjoy :)

cybertwee - paul x reader

The day was nice. The nice weather alone put Emily in a good mood to go out and have a girl’s day with you and Kim. Kim and Emily were your two best friends.

Kim picks you and Emily up, music blaring while you all sang along like you all were in concert. You decide to record a snapchat video, to simply showcase your fun. You add it to your story.

You all pull up to the go-to nail salon. You didn’t want to get much done, just something to polish up your finger nails to them look fresh and neat. Walking in, the smell of nail polish and acetone fills the air. The sounds of people chattering and sights of people getting dolled up.

The lady from the front desk greets you all with a smile. “Hi. Walk in or appointment?”

Emily greets back with, “Hi. We’re walk in.”

The lady nods and asks you all to wait for about 10 minutes before finding workers that were free. You are all okay with this, not in a rush to go anywhere anytime soon.

You sit in the middle of Emily and Kim and scroll through your phone to pass the time. You were in the middle of reading something when your phone vibrates.

Paul sent you a snap!

Displays on the top of your phone screen. You open the app and see what his snap entails of. It’s not long, maybe about five seconds long in total. It’s just him lounging without a shirt of course and he’s moving the camera to get his best angles. The smoothest thirst trap, of course.

You didn’t realize Emily had stopped talking to Kim about nail colors until, “Oh god is that Paul?” she asked in a playful tone.

You nod and chuckle as Kim asked, “What?”

“Already starting with Y/N. We haven’t been out of the house more than an hour.” Emily explains.

Kim shakes her head and laughs.

Since you were sitting in front of the window, you capture your angle, shoot your best picture, taking advantage of the good lighting.

Not even a minute later, he sends another one, it’s him recording himself again but he angles it at a certain part, going lower with the camera, teasing. He captions it with, “miss me?”

Before you could respond he’s already typing. He slides up to your story and responds with two heart eyed emoji’s.

“Earth to Y/N”. Kim says to you, wavering her hand a bit to bring your attention back to the present environment.

“Yes?” you reply.

“Come on, the lady is ready for you.” Kim says and points to a woman motioning you to come on over. Kim and Emily are already situated and walking to their spot with their designated nail tech.

“Did you pick a color?” the woman asks you.

You were too entrapped into what Paul was sending you to the point you didn’t even pick one.

“No not yet.” you sheepishly reply.

“It’s okay, you can pick it out later, let me just get you started.” The lady replied with and removes your existing polish that’s already on your finger nails. She then starts to cut down your nails some to even then out.

Your hands are now soaking in the small bowl, to soften up your cuticles so the tech can cut them. The nail tech gets up and gives you a wheel of colors for you to choose from. You opt for your favorite color because you haven’t quite made your mind up.

She dries your hands, cut your cuticles and tells you to wash your hands, dead skin evident on your fingers. You walk to the sink and wash them with soap and water. After you dry them, you don’t see the nail tech yet so you send Paul a snap with your fingers subtly showing.

“Mind helping me pick out a color?”

You sit back down and Emily and Kim are finishing up. Paul sends another one.

He tells you which color and finishes it off with:

“I want to see how they look when your hands are on me”

”You’re still going back and forth with him?” Emily asks.

You slightly jump and she laughs at your reaction and eyes the new color you picked out. “Let me guess, that’s what he chose for you?”

“Yes. Now leave me alone.” you say playfully.

Emily is done and she sits in an empty chair next to you and watches the nail tech apply color and make conversation to prevent boredom. Your nails are finished and you join Kim to dry your nails. When your nails are dry, you send him a picture of the finished product.

You all get back into the car and decide to do some clothes shopping. You want to just get a few basic staple clothes. You two are walking through the store, looking through different items when your phone buzzes again.

Paul sent you a snap!

Lights up on display once again.

“Y/N!” Kim says to grab your attention once again.

“Should I get this blue top? Or this red top?” she asks for your opinion.

“The red”. You quickly say, so you can see what Paul has sent you. She doesn’t notice the urgency in your voice, so she goes off into the fitting room to try them on just for last confirmation.

You open it. It’s a picture of him and he just says:

“I have an idea of what they can wrap around.”

You snap him back another selfie snap with clothes in the background.

“Come on Y/N..Will you take a break from Paul and get some clothes?” Emily says.

“Fine, fine.” you say and actually look through clothes.

Kim comes out and it turns out that she actually likes how the red top looked on her.

You look at a lace top and immediately like it. It’s not too revealing but it looks very classy and delicate.

“Im going to try this on.” you tell the girls.

“Try not to get lost in there.” Kim teases while Emily laughs and you roll your eyes.

You try on the top and it fits perfect. It looks how you would’ve thought it would be.

Paul sent you a snap

You open it, now that you’re alone and it’s a video of him with a few fingertips teasing the top of his shorts and it captions:

“Try something on and let me see.”

You send him a video of you showing off your top.

A knock is on the door.

“Y/N. Are you okay in there?” Kim asks.

“Yeah! I’m coming out now.” you reassure her.

You come out and show them what you put on.

“Cute!” Emily and Kim say in unison.

After getting a couple of more items, you all are ready to head back to the house. You all walk in and everybody says hi and welcome back. Emily immediately shows off what she got and asks Sam if he likes her nails. Kim does the same with Jared.

Paul comes to you and hugs you as if he hasn’t seen you in 2 whole years. “Did you have fun?” he asks you. You just nod and look back at him.

“She did. You should know.” Emily says and snickers.

“What are you talking about?” Sam asks in confusion.

“Paul kept snapping Y/N. It was hot and heavy.” Kim teases. Everyone besides you and Paul start laughing.

“Was that what you were doing? I caught him a couple of times posing.” Quil says.

“You were really interrupting our girl’s day just to let Y/N know how much you want to get in her pants.” Kim says and laughs again.

“Yea so?” Paul just says and the snickers from everyone didn’t die down not a bit.

[wooahaeproductions]

Viewfinder

Lee Seokmin (Dokyeom) x Female Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, photographer!reader x bf!seok

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: nude photography, appreciation of Seokmin’s body, a little thigh riding? and protected sex (its gentle and sweet)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!!!

A/N: So this happened…lol. Thank you so much to the lovely June @onlyhuis for brainstorming with me and betaing!

Also tagging: @highvern @wongyuseokie @the-boy-meets-evil for uh reasons lol

Your camera clicked as you snapped multiple photos of the sun's rays against the top of the water’s ripples. Spring was in its prime and when you woke up that morning, you knew the weather was perfect for an outing to the marina park. You stopped clicking the shutter and flipped open the screen to review the photos you just took with a small smile. You had captured several shots of the sun’s reflection, the halo of it spreading out across the water as it nearly blinded you with its brilliance.

As a magazine photographer, you enjoyed your work taking photos of models and fashion items. Still, sometimes it was nice to take photos for yourself, for your own enjoyment and the park at the marina near your home never let you down. Soon, the cherry trees surrounding the area would bloom, providing you with more of the nature content you loved photographing the most.

You stopped looking at the pictures you took and pulled out your phone to look at the time when you noticed a text from your boyfriend letting you know that he was coming to pick you up from the park. He sent that about 10 minutes ago and most likely would be waiting in the parking lot any minute now. You made your way to the lot where he was indeed waiting for you in the car when you arrived.

You opened the door to the back of the car, offloading the tripod you were carrying on your shoulder into the seat and setting your camera bag next to it. “Did you get some good shots today, love?” Seokmin asked you from the front seat. You looked up to answer him and were quite happy you hadn’t put your camera in its bag yet because your boyfriend looked so stunning in the glow of the sunset.

You lifted your camera and looked through the viewfinder, seeing the most perfect shot of him. He had the window rolled open to let in the warm breeze and it ruffled his bangs slightly. His head leaned back against the headrest, and his sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose just as the oranges of the sunset began to paint his face. You pushed the shutter closed and the camera clicked, taking the photo.

“Yes, Seokmin. I got some great shots today,” you grinned, putting the camera in your bag now that you had captured your favorite human.

“Including the one you took just now?” He said, teasing you and shooting you a devastatingly adorable smile.

“That one might be the best one of the day,” you teased back, although it was a true statement in your mind. You pushed your camera bag into the seat further, making sure it was secure before closing the door and making your way to the passenger side. Seokmin leaned over and opened the door for you to get in. You settled in your seat, putting your seatbelt on before he pulled out of the lot heading for home. You looked over at your boyfriend, marveling at how lucky you were to have someone like him.

A few hours later, you were finishing up dinner when you had an idea to keep the inspiration that you had during the day going. “Hey, Seok?” you started.

“Hmm?” he responded, gathering your empty plate from the table to take them into the kitchen.

“So there’s one type of photography I haven’t done yet and I think I’d like to try it today…” you said a bit nervously.

“Okay, well what is it? Let’s do it,” Seokmin responded enthusiastically before knowing what it was.

“Um, nude photography,” you squeaked, looking down at your hands.

You heard him let out a light laugh before saying, “Anything for you, baby”. You knew that was true, he’d do anything you asked of him.

“Okay, well let me grab one of my cameras and I’ll meet you upstairs?” you said and he nodded after placing the dishes in the sink to wash later.

He went up to the bedroom while you went into the other room that housed all your cameras, and you grabbed your favorite one, the one you knew would capture all his gorgeous angles that made you weak in the knees. You took a deep breath as you made your way up the stairs. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, it’s not like you and Seokmin hadn’t seen each other naked before. But for some reason, the bond between photographer and nude model held a different type of intimacy.

You walked into the bedroom to find Seokmin lying on the bed, peering up at you while his arms propped his head up on the pillows. You fought to keep back a gasp as you eyed the bareness of his back, thighs, and ass. The sunlight that had shone earlier had now changed to moonlight that spilled into the room, creating shadows against the lines of his shoulder blades. Just when you thought he couldn’t get more beautiful, you were proved wrong.

His eyes lit up as you looked at him through your camera, and just as he gave a wide toothy smile, you pushed the shutter down to capture the moment. “Like what you see?” he asked cheekily, albeit a little out of character. You giggled, knowing he likely was nervous too and was acting like that to dissipate the unease.

“I very much like what I see, my muse,” you said back, still laughing. You snapped a few more photos, capturing the planes in his face and the curves of his naked frame. You knew you would edit these photos to be black and white, to better accentuate the shadowing and finer details of his body. You sat next to him on the bed as he moved to pose so you could get a closer shot. His skin looked so smooth that you couldn’t help but reach forward and brush your fingertips along the top of his shoulders.

You went to pull your hand away, but he stopped it with his own. “Couldn’t resist could you?” Seokmin joked.

“No, I couldn’t,” you said, rather bluntly. He wasn’t exactly expecting that answer and tugged you towards him, capturing your lips with his. As you kissed, he slowly took the camera from your other hand and set it down on the end table near the bed. Your now empty hand moved to rake your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You continued kissing and found yourself further up on the bed, hovering over Seokmin. His hands had moved to the small of your back, pulling your clothed body flush against his naked one. He let out a whimper when your clothed core rubbed against the erection he was now sporting.

“I think we are a little uneven here, love,” he spoke, breaking your makeout session.

You smiled and leaned your forehead against his. “Should I even it out then?” you said, wasting no time and taking off your shirt. It was followed by your pants and undergarments, leaving you bare like Seokmin had been for the past twenty minutes.

“You’re so lovely,” Seokmin breathed out, leaving a peck on the top of your shoulder. You grinned at the notion of the subject complimenting the photographer. His hands found your hips, pulling you back against him. His skin against yours was silky and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against him.

He let out a sharp breath when his tip hit the edges of your folds and knew he couldn’t wait to be inside you. He rubbed his length against you, dragging it lightly as you gave a slight moan. He could feel how wet you were for him already. You reached your hand down to rub small circles on your sensitive nub, desperate for the sensation.

As if he read your mind, Seokmin reached over into the drawer of the end table and pulled out the familiar foil package. A minute later, he was pulling the latex over his cock and you had taken your spot back on top of him. You rolled your hips against his thigh, working yourself up even more to be able to take him soon.

“Please, baby,” He growled as you grinded against his toned thigh, hearing you let out whines. “I need to be in you,” He continued, taking more control now and moving you so your core was lined up for him.

You nodded, confirming that you were ready for him. He pulled you forward, sinking you onto him. He hissed, feeling how molten your walls had become for him. He slowly began pumping and you started a rhythm with your hips meeting his, going faster with each pump.

Moans and whines echoed around the room as you chased your highs together. Hands found purchase wherever they could, his on your ass cheeks pulling you as close as possible and yours digging into his shoulders for leverage. The coil in the pit of your stomach stretched more and more until Seokmin whispered in your ear. “I’m close.”

His warm breath against the shell of your ear and the knowledge that he was going to come undone just for you almost made the coil snap. One more particularly deep thrust later, he came with a groan. The feeling of him twitching within you brought your orgasm along with his.

You collapsed on top of him as he slowly pulled out of you, chests heaving as you caught your breath. Your vision that had gotten a little fuzzy at the peak of your high was returning, rewarding you with a glimpse of Seokmin’s gentle smile. He pressed a kiss to your temple and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before he rid himself of the condom, tossing it in the trash can.

You moved to lay down next to him, pressing yourself into his side. He turned over to face you, pulling the covers over you as he moved. His arms engulfed you, bringing you closer to his chest and he rested his chin against your cheek. As you snuggled underneath the covers with Seokmin, you knew there was no one else in the world you would want to see in your viewfinder.

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[auburnitzy]

How the TRAFFIC LIGHT TRIO realize that they have feelings for you

CHARACTERS — RED SON + MK + MEI (SEPERATE)

DISCALIMER - PURE FLUFF

WORDS - 790+ words

(Do not follow if you want to see more content of this. I only do this rarely and I am mainly an OC x Canon blog).

RED SON (260 words)

Red Son is familiar with seeing love from a third-person's perspective. He's seen how his parents deeply love one another, so he has a general idea of what happens when one falls on love.

... Or so he thought. When Red Son develops feelings for you, he will mistake it for hatred. He will act more stand-offish and aloof with you, and in turn, you act defensive around him.

But he'll accidentally spill his unrecognized feelings to one of the other members.

"That annoying brat (Y/N) gets on my nerves." He huffs, crossing his arms. "Even the sight of them makes my heart race. I despise them so much."

Mei, who watches romcoms and is familiar with the emotional language Red Son speaks, quickly snapped her head towards him, eyes wide and jaw agape before it turned into a mischievous and teasing smile. "Ooh~! Somebody's got a crush~!"

Red Son sputters, blinking in surprise with his eyes furrowed. "What an absurd notion!-"

Later after that, he researches the symptoms of love in order to deny it - but instead, an epiphany comes to him the longer he researched the symptoms.

Red Son's stubborn, but he's not delusional to deny the evidence that was presented right in front of his eyes.

He'll still be the same, fiery-tempered Red Son, but towards you, he's a bit softer.

His stares will linger, and the tips of his hair will sizzle and produce smoke (and in rare cases, catches fire).

The rest of the Traffic Light Trio will complain about his obvious favortism towards you.

MEI (270 words)

Similar to Red Son, Mei is familiar with seeing love from a third-person's perspective, but also terrible at realizing her own feelings.

At first, she'll mistake her romantic feelings for admiration. She'll turn clingy, will invite you to hangout with her and MK (she'd actually prefer it if he didn't, only sometimes!) frequently, and will show you off on her streams and social media (with consent, of course!)

Realization happens one day while she's at her home, texting you until you send a message with the combination of a smiley-face and a heart emoji.

Immediately, she lies down on her stomach, a pillow below her chin as she giggles and kicks her feet.

When she's done doing that, she immediately widens her eyes in surprise as she gasps, her hands feeling the heat in her cheeks as realization settled.

"Oh gosh, I'm in love with them..!"

It takes her more than 10 minutes to even reply back.

From that point on, she'll become even more clingy, and will increase the amount of trackers and hidden cameras on you. (She canonically does this in the show.)

She's a competitive person, and she can't stand losing you to someone else, so she'll confess as soon as she gets the signal that you like her too.

If she hasn't received any signals yet, she'll be bit territorial over you.

"Haha! Yeah!" She chuckled, wrapping an arm around your neck as she puts her cheek against yours. "This is (Y/N)! We're extremely close, so we're like, more than besties!"

"Oh, so like, best-best friends?" MK inquired.

Mei's eye only twitched back in reply.

MK (264 words)

I doubt MK even knows what he is feeling most of the time, let alone romantic feelings, so it'll take him a really, really long time to realize that he loves you.

He'll mistake his feelings for you for friendship and deep admiration. Even when his heart beats faster around you, or his stares linger a bit too long on you, or the fact that even the simplest of things, such as your smile... or your presence in general, will brighten up his whole day.

He gets so confused that he'll either ask Pigsy or Tang (maybe even both) about the things he's feeling.

"Why does my heart beat so fast when I'm around (Y/N)?" MK tilted his head in confusion. "And why do they often appear on my mind? And why are they so amazing?"

Meanwhile (Pigsy/Tang) will just feel three things at once; exasperation, disbelief, and amusement, because how is MK so dense to the point that he's literally describing the symptoms of being lovestruck to them?

"MK, buddy, you're in love."

"Oh!" MK blinked, before averting his gaze as he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment with a nervous smile. "... Oh. Haha... I guess I am!"

... He didn't even deny it.

After that, he'll become more touchy, will show-off his abilities to you more frequently along with receiving neat, little gifts here and there (he's been saving up for those!).

All of his friends know about it. Not just the rest of the Traffic Light Trio, but the whole Monkie Gang.

And they're all rooting for him.

[landorris4]

── ☆ quadrant house

☆ Maybe Lando Norris was more than a friend, and maybe it was time for you to learn that.

warnings: friends with benefits words count: 2.6k

POV Maya

It was the third time that week that my parents had pestered me about moving in with my cousin. I made videos for YouTube and that's why the neighbors sometimes complained about the noise and stuff, after all, we lived in an apartment in Chicago.

After so much insistence on this idea, I finally accepted. Living with him will be fun, after all he lives with a bunch of other people, and I think I know all of them. I sent a message to Max asking if I could come over on Monday and he said he would prepare everything.

The only condition he gave me was that I help with the expenses, and I accepted, after all I made money from the internet and spending time there would generate much more content for my channel. And it would be great to see my best friend, Lando, again.

Right now, I was checking my bags. I'm only taking my clothes, accessories, shoes and some souvenirs, decorations I buy there. Today is Sunday and I have a flight at 7 pm, so I'm going to take a nap before my flight. It will be a seven hour and forty minute flight, I even had time to sleep, but I can't relax on planes alone.

[...]

I just got off the plane and my cousin sent me the address, I'm going to take an Uber because they forgot to clean the house and are only doing it now. It had to be Quadrant.

Anyway, I did everything I had to do at the airport and called an Uber. I would even describe what I did, but it's a lot of bureaucracy. I started filming on the plane and now I was filming some scenes in the Uber as well. Of course, I didn't say anything, I just recorded it and I'll tell you later. I'm really embarrassed to talk to the camera around people.

As soon as I arrived in front of the mansion, I thanked and paid the driver, took my bags out of the car and immediately placed them in front of the door, I sent a message to Max and in 2 minutes he was opening the door for me.

── I thought they were going to let me live in the garden ─ I acted dramatic and he laughed. I think drama runs in the family.

── I missed you, Maya! ─ he said hugging me and messing up my hair, which made me look at him angrily.

── Max! I spent the whole way from the airport fixing my hair and you mess it up when I get here? I just don't kill you now because I'm so tired ─ I said and he just laughed, picked up my bags and took them to the living room.

── Ria, Niram and Aarav went to the market to do their monthly shopping. Lando is sorting out some sponsorship stuff, Steve is still sleeping. Oh, and your room won't be ready until tomorrow, so you'll be sleeping with someone. I'd say sleep in my room, but P is arriving today too ─ he said and I nodded.

── I'm going to stay in Lando's room, I'm going to put him to sleep on the floor ─ I said, picking up my bags and Max laughed, I've always been very attached to Lando, ever since I met him.

Max picked up the remaining bags and took them to Norris's room. I followed him since I didn't know this house yet. It was huge, I would definitely get lost here.

── You can sleep if you want, we'll wake you up for lunch ─ he kissed my forehead and left the room, closing the door.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 o'clock, so I decided to take a shower. As soon as I was done, I put on some comfortable clothes and went back to my room. I saw that Lando had a bulletin board and I went over there, writing that I should finish my vlog later. I would definitely forget.

I grabbed my camera and put it on the nightstand. Soon someone knocked on the door and I said they could come in. As soon as the person opened the door, I saw that it was Pietra and smiled. I went up to her and hugged her. It had been a long time since I had seen her, and I really enjoyed her company.

── Did you miss me? ─ she mocks and I laugh, releasing her from the hug.

── Not at all ─ I replied and she laughed.

── I just came to give you a hug and let you go to sleep. The boys don't know yet, so when Lando comes in and sees that there's someone sleeping in his bed, he'll find it strange ─ she said a few more things and then left the room, finally leaving me alone.

I lay down on the bed and was thankful that Lando had a soft bed. I grabbed my camera and said I was going to sleep, I sent a message asking Max to record Lando's reaction when he arrived and saw that I was here and he agreed.

And then, after a few minutes of trying, I managed to fall asleep.

[...]

── NO WAY! �� I heard a scream and immediately woke up, looking at the door and seeing a disbelieving Lando, and a laughing Max with a camera right behind him.

I smiled at Norris who came running, threw himself on top of me and hugged me. I missed his hugs, they were so warm. Lando and I have known each other since before I moved to the United States, I met him at one of Max's kart races and we ended up becoming best friends, that was about 9 years ago. Sometimes we would hook up, just for fun, but it never affected our friendship.

── Wow Ma, I missed you so much! ─ he exclaimed without letting go of me.

── I felt it too, Lan! ─ he smiled at the nickname and hugged me tighter, falling down next to me and laying me on his chest.

── I'm going now because I feel like being left out ─ Max said, leaving the room and closing the door, which made us laugh.

── What are you doing here, Yara? ─ he called me and I frowned. I hated that nickname.

My name is actually Mayara, and Lando is the only one who calls me Yara. Throughout my life, he was the only one who dared to create a nickname. When he realized that I didn't like the nickname, he started using it just to annoy me.

── Don't call me Yara, Norris ─ I said and he laughed. ─ And I came to live here!

── I missed annoying you, and I'm glad you're going to live here now. I missed you so much! ─ He surprised me with a kiss and I smiled, shyly.

── I'm sleepy, so if you're going to stay here, don't make any noise, thanks ─ I said, turning to the other side and curling up on the bed. The truth is that even after years of intimacy with Lando, I still felt blushing with every minimally romantic action, and at this moment, I'm sure I'm blushing.

── I'm going to help the boys with lunch. I'll come and get you later. ─ He got up, walked around the bed and stopped in front of me. He held my face and gave me a kiss. And how I missed those kisses. In the end, he smiled and left the room, leaving a completely happy Maya lying on the bed.

[...]

We had lunch, and when it was 2 pm, I put on a bikini and went to the pool area. I was listening to music on my headphones when I heard my name being called. There was no one calling me, just Niram making fun of Lando for not wiping the smile off his face since I arrived.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and the boys decided to stay in the pool. After a while, I remembered that I needed to record more scenes for the vlog so I went in and got my camera.

I started going through the takes I recorded and ended up realizing that Max had set the camera to record Lando's reaction, and then left it on the nightstand, but didn't stop recording, which ended up recording the kiss Norris gave me. I laughed in despair, after all, Ria is the one who edits my videos, and I couldn't cut this before sending it to her because my laptop doesn't support editing applications. And to make matters worse, my computer was an ocean away.

I couldn't erase the take, because it was too funny from that angle, but I had to find a way to convince Ria not to tell anyone.

It's not like it's a huge secret that Lando and I kiss at parties. But homely affection like the one in the video, those are secret. To our friends we only kiss when we're drunk, to my cousin we're just friends who have never touched each other's lips, but between him and me there's a mutual agreement of free will to kiss and make out in private.

Speaking of him, the arms that surrounded me were definitely his, his unmistakable scent invaded my senses, followed by a caress on my waist, a body pressed against mine and a head in the curve of my neck.

── Are you okay, Yara? You didn't go back to the pool ─ Lando murmurs, giving small kisses on my shoulder.

── Yes, I just remembered that I need to record a few more scenes and I came to get my camera. It turns out that I asked Max to record his reaction and he forgot to tell me that this camera was also on, so he recorded our kiss ─ I explain and he smiles.

── It's not like it's a secret ─ he says, moving away and smiling mischievously.

── It's not a secret, but it's not public knowledge. Ria will see it and will ask me a lot of questions, let's pray that she doesn't tell anyone ─ I explain, turning to face him.

── Everyone knew for me ─ Lando lets go.

What do you mean? He's the first one to say he doesn't want anything serious when he's with other girls. It doesn't make sense for him to say that.

── Lando, with all due respect, why are you saying this? I can't even count on my fingers how many girls you turned down in the last year, claiming you didn't want to be with anyone and were focused on your career. I remember well every time you called me drunk to tell me you couldn't have a serious relationship.

── Yes, because none of them were you! ─ the boy says and leaves the room, leaving me confused.

What does he mean by that?

(...)

There are few things I don't know how to deal with well. Among them are injustices and adult tantrums, both of which always irritate me. And dealing with Lando Norris today was being impossible, because it was unfair that he made me confused and his childish tantrum of running away from me all day would have to stop at some point.

That moment came at bedtime. He tried to take as long as he could to come to bed, but he found me awake, sitting on the bed waiting for him. Sighing in defeat, Lando went into the bathroom and changed his clothes so he could sleep, and sat down next to me, both of us watching the television that was off.

── So... Aren't you going to explain it to me? ─ I begin.

── There's nothing to explain, Yara. It's obvious that I'm in love with you, if you didn't notice before it's because you didn't want to. I never made a point of hiding that I would do anything for you.

── You never made a point of talking either, did you? ─ He remains silent. ─ Lando, I'm sorry, but it's hard to read your signals when you're with me for a week and then show up at a club with some girl the next week ─ I'm honest.

I don't hold any grudges or resentment over it, but I admit that yes, sometimes it hurt to wake up to pictures of you with a woman hanging around your neck.

── You never wanted anything serious, Yara, you always made it clear that our lives didn't fit together because I'm always traveling and you live on another continent. I had no choice but to make the most of my time with you and then try to forget the desire to return to your arms ─ Lando vents. I can see his back tense and his gaze get lost between the sheets. ─ But now it's a different story. I thought we could finally have that love story from your favorite books. I thought you would finally notice me the way I notice you. Like when I realized you hold your breath every time something bothers you in one of our conversations about privileges. Or when I realized you hate eating plain or excessive cheese but love four-cheese pizza. Or when I realized you wake up with back pain if you sleep on your right side, so I switched sides in bed...

Watching Lando vulnerable was comforting. Knowing that he felt this way around me and knowing that we can have a future made me deeply happy. Even better was realizing that he had been noticing me all along. He saw me. And I won't deny it, until yesterday I thought I loved Lando just as a friend. But today, after all his speech, I realized that it was never just that. It was never just kisses and hugs, it was never just sleepless nights, it was never just mornings with a hangover. It was never just friendship. Lando was by my side every step I took over the last few years and I hoped he would continue to be there for the next few years too.

Charlie Brown Jr.¹ once said: "They say it's impossible to find love without losing your mind; But for those with strong minds, the impossible is just a matter of opinion; And even madmen know that." And he was right. Love is blind and madness accompanies it, just like the fable by Jean de La Fontaine says. It's unlikely that you'll love someone without having a hint of madness in the mix. After all, only madmen are capable of loving someone so much without losing their self-love. And I loved Lando Norris. I loved him so much!

Loving Lando Norris was a lazy Sunday morning, between kisses, sheets, affection and love on a cold but sunny morning. After all, that was the definition of love for me. I won't know how to explain it, but that was it. And Lando was all that and much more.

Unable to hold it in any longer, I grabbed his hand to get his attention and settled myself on his lap, beginning a slow, passionate kiss that lasted until both of our lungs were begging for oxygen. When our mouths parted, I pressed our foreheads together briefly before snuggling into his shoulder in a warm embrace.

── Thank you. For paying attention, for understanding my side, for giving me satisfaction even when you shouldn't, for loving me. Thank you for being you and choosing me to love you ─ I whispered.

── I'm the one who should thank you here, love. Thank you for loving me, even if I'll never be half the man you deserve to have.

── You are more than I need, Lan.

And maybe, in the end, only the crazy ones really knew. And, God, how happy I was to be one of the crazy ones.

¹Charlie Brown Jr. was a Brazilian rock band formed in 1992 in the city of Santos, by Chorão, Champignon, Marcão Britto, Thiago Castanho and Renato Pelado.

[crowandmousewritingco]

Facing The Monster Head On (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x trans! actor!reader

Word Count: 2k

Rating: PG-13, there's no spicy scenes. Implied that you thought of them though

Summary: You’re the co-star of an upcoming movie, Cliff Beasts 6. You’re starring next to the -questionable- star, Dieter Bravo. Shooting the scenes was the easy part. The not-so-easy part however? Dieter's habits

Author: Mod Crow (I know it's been awhile)

Author's Note: The reader says their age. This was originally supposed to be a short little drabble for @thepromptfoundry's July prompt list. However, I may have gotten a bit carried away while writing. The prompt number for this fic (and the next part) is 10, 'Invisible Disability'. I chose one that I am intimately familiar with, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

Info on PTSD here

Masterlist || Part 2

Warnings: Language, mentions of drinking, hints at rated-R thoughts, hints at drugs, drug use, addiction, and death of a parent

You had worked on a film set before, you were used to lights and procedures that happened both on and off camera. What you weren’t used to -at least not yet- was the two week-long isolation before you could even really meet your co-stars. Thankfully, yesterday was the last day of the two-week isolation and today you could finally meet the others. 

As you made your way to the full-body mirror, you thought over your mental checklist, ‘Phone? Check. Bag? By the door. Mask?’ Once in front of the mirror you patted your pockets in an attempt to find your pocket, “Check.” Looking at yourself in the mirror you took a deep breath to help calm your racing heart. Normally filming didn’t make you nervous, that’s not what was making your pulse pound. It wasn’t even the pandemic at this point. Hell, it wasn’t even the fact that this is your first Hollywood made movie. No, it was the idea of meeting your co-stars, well more like one in particular. Dieter Bravo. THE Dieter Bravo. The same Dieter Bravo who you’ve had a massive crush on for the last five years. Dieter fucking Bravo is your co-worker, he’s someone who you now have to act completely normal around.

Shaking the thoughts from your head you looked over yourself in the mirror, “You got this.” Turning from the mirror, you grabbed your bag, and headed out to the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking down the hotel’s halls, you could hear the muffle murmuring of the others. As you neared the sound of voices, you felt your heart pick up. Stopping you close your eyes and take a couple of breaths.

“Hello, are you okay?” You turned towards the surprise flamboyant accented voice.

“Yeah, sorry. Just trying to…” You gesture to yourself, “Gather myself I guess.” You half heartedly chuckled at your own comment. 

Studying the taller man’s face, you could tell he was trying to figure out how to help. Before he had a chance, you stuck your hand out and offered him your name. Feeling him take your hand, you softly smiled. 

“I’m Gunther. I’m a safety officer, gotta make sure everything is done right and safe.” You watched as Gunther glanced around you, “Are you going to the bar where the rest of them are?”

Nodding, you cleared your throat, “Yeah,” You turned to look towards the open doors, turning back to Gunther you smiled, “Well it was nice to meet you Gunther.”

Closing the distance between you and the cacophony of voices you took a few more calming breaths. Walking into the room you looked around, you recognized pretty much everyone in the room. The only two you didn’t recognize were two younger looking girls, the blonde looked both unhappy and uncomfortable in the room and the brunette seemed to be thriving around all the attention.

Scoffing about the younger brunette you made your way to the mini bar counter, placing your elbows on the counter. Looking over the available alcohols you looked to the worker behind the bar.

“Excuse me,” You watched as they turned their attention to you. Without talking, they were able to convey the question, ‘What can I get you to drink?’ You stared at the worker’s face for a moment, “Oh! Vodka cranberry please.” Watching the bartender make your drink, you were unaware of the approaching person.

“Who are you? Production team? PR?” Hearing the unexpected voice caused you to jump slightly. Whipping your face towards the voice. Seeing who it was, you could feel your stomach tighten.

“I probably don’t have to introduce myself, but you’re old. So,” Watching the brunette stick her hand out, “I’m Krystal Kris, but just call me Krystal. I have over 120 million followers on something called TikTok. You, you do know what that is right?” You reluctantly took her hand and introduced yourself.

“Yes I know what TikTok is, I’m not even that old. I’m twenty-five.” Hearing a clink of glass on the bar top, you turned toward it. Picking up the glass you said a soft ‘thank you’ to the bartender. Turning back to face Krystal, you offered a more artificial smile.

“Look, it was great to meet you Krystal. But I’m going to hang out with the adults, why don’t you go back to that blonde girl over there, you two seemed like friends.” Walking past her, you take a sip of your drink, the tartness of the cranberry juice making you take a moment before your second sip. Standing there, taking another drink, you looked at the little groups that had formed.

As you stood there, looking over the groups, you thought to yourself. ‘I could just rip the band aid off and go introduce myself,’ You stopped scanning the room, your eyes stopping on Dieter. You knew all of the Hollywood drama that this man has stirred, drunk on set, high -on various types of drugs- on set, a handful of instances of disorderly conduct, and so forth; that however, didn’t change the fact that he made your heart race, your palms go sweaty, and caused your brain to start imagining some…not so PG-13 activities.

Shaking yourself from your brain you found that your eyes were still glued to Dieter, and now his eyes were glued to you. Feeling your face warm you turned on your heel once more. As you neared the bar, you downed the rest of your drink and gently sat the glass on the bar top, “Have a good night.” You murmured softly to the bartender as you made your way to the hallway once more. 

Pushing through the doors you noticed that it was empty, no hotel workers, no film crew. Just you and the feel of Dieter’s eyes still on you, was he staring because he caught you staring or could he have… 

“No. Nope. Not letting those thoughts even enter.” You softly said to yourself as you heard the doors behind you close. Stopping your feet, you looked around the hall, the emptiness of the halls a little unnerving. If the eerie emptiness wasn’t enough, the sound of the doors behind you  opened almost made you jump out of your skin.

“Excuse me?” You didn’t need to turn to recognize that voice, Dieter Bravo. Still facing away you wiped your palms on your pants. Clearing your throat you turned to face him. Noticing how close he was almost made you take a step back, but you will yourself not to move. 

“Can I help you?” As you stood there, mere feet away from Dieter, you took in his features. His actual, unedited features. The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes. In films and red carpet events he always looks so lively and happy. But in person? In person you could see the exhaustion and the stress of Hollywood. By the time you had noticed that he had spoken to you, he was asking if you were okay.

“What did you take? Do you have some extra?” Dieter’s eyes had a look to them. A look you thought you had left behind in your hometown, but you didn’t. It was a look of pure hunger. A hunger you had grown all too familiar with. You had tried to run from the look but it was becoming obvious that no matter how far you ran, you couldn’t run from that look. It felt like that hungry look in people’s eyes was always searching for you. Wanting you hurt you by any means possible. 

You hadn’t realized that you had started crying until you heard muttered curses and more ‘are you okay?’s. Pulling yourself out of your head was always hard and now was no different. Wiping your eyes, you offered a soft apology as you turned and quickly made your way to your new room. The hall was still empty as you made your way back to the rooms, but it still felt like someone was watching you or maybe they were just staring.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flash Back~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A jolt. That’s what had torn you from your now fading nightmarish dream. It felt like you were in a free fall and then all of a sudden… Squeezing your eyes shut you try to calm your pounding heart. After a moment of laying in the surprisingly silent air you sat up. You could feel the cold sweat that had broken out across your forehead. Looking over you check your alarm clock, 3:22 AM. Groaning you throw your feet over the edge of your bed and force yourself out of the bed. 

Making your way across your small room, you focused on the silence. Normally the sounds of yelling and fighting filled the small house. Tonight though it was quiet. You recalled that right before you had gone upstairs your mom had been fighting on the phone with Travis, your mom’s new boyfriend, or whatever he was to her. Since your dad had died, your mom was never one to stay with the same man for too long. Travis was no exception to that cycle.

Once at your bedroom door, you pressed your ear to the door. “It’s still quiet out there. Did she go to bed?” Pushing open your bedroom door you stuck your head out and listened. Still nothing. 

Stepping out into the hall you quietly made your way to the kitchen. Walking through the still air of the house, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Swallowing dryly, you pushed through the eerie feeling that had now wrapped itself around you. Nearing the kitchen you could hear the soft murmurs of the TV still on in the living room.

“Mom, are you still up?” You spoke just loud enough for someone in the living room to hear. However, at the silent response you stopped walking, that feeling of eeriness from moments before, now becoming suffocating. Willing yourself to keep walking, you swallowed down the palpable fear that had found its way to you in the dark hall.

As you drew closer to the living room, you spoke up once more, “M-Mom did you fall asleep on the couch again?” Rounding the wall that separated the living room from the hall to the rooms you saw the back of your mom’s head. Feeling your heart rate slow slightly, you walked towards her.

As you got closer, you could tell something was wrong. Even though she appeared to be asleep, she wasn’t snoring nor was she muttering in her sleep. Both of which she normally did. Stopping just a couple of feet away you held your breath, you weren't raised religious, but in that moment, you said a silent prayer. Once done you opened your eyes and continued to close the distance between the two of you.

“Mom if this is a joke it isn’t fu-” Once behind her, you saw why she sat there so quietly. Rounding the couch, you were quick to drop to your knees in front of your mom. Turning your head you grabbed the closest pill bottle. Turning the bottle to read the label you noticed that it had been emptied entirely. Still holding the emptied bottle, you turned and reached for the next bottle. ‘Also empty.’ With that realization you felt your arms grow heavy.

Dropping the pill bottle to the ground you turned back to face your mom. She looked morbidly at peace for once, the stress of supporting you and herself no longer carved into her features. Reaching up with shaking hands, you gently cupped her face. When you noticed just how cold she was caused a squeeze in your chest that you hadn’t felt since your dad’s funeral.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sound of you slamming the door close behind you pulled you from the memory that flooded your mind. With your back still pressed to the door, you feel your knees turn to jelly. Sliding down the door you felt sob after sob ripple through your now shaking body, how could you have been so stupid to believe that Dieter would be any different than any other user you’ve known. Bringing your knees to your chest and bury your face in them, hoping that the barrier between your sobs and the room around you, would be enough to muffle your crying.

Through the panic in your brain, you couldn’t help but think to yourself, ‘Great first day.’

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[lelengerine]

helloo! for the drabble event, could u do a celebrities + soulmates au for renjun pls? thank u 🌟

oh to see you

pairing | actor!renjun x actor!reader

genre | celebrity + soulmates au, it’s implied the reader is female for this one ;0; renjun’s a little grumpy in the beginning, do lmk if i missed anything!

wc | 0.9k

notes | thank u sm sm for requesting this, i was so excited to write this one as soon as i saw it in my inbox because i haven't tried writing something like this yet (kinda) ;0; likes, rbs, and feedback are always appreciated !!

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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for once in his entire acting career, huang renjun is left stunned as he reads through the stack of papers detailing his role in an upcoming drama.

he had always resonated with the characters he was assigned to, having a good feel of them before filming even began, yet he can’t seem to wrap his head around this specific one.

his company decided for him to play as a smitten college student, desperately pining over a girl in his year level after figuring out they were soulmates.

it didn’t make sense to him. the character was acting that way simply because they were soulmates and nothing more? what even was the point of love then? 

he would never admit it himself, but he was a romanticist who preferred carefully thought out acts of love over fleeting bursts of affection. though, who was he to argue seeing as the drama was well received by the public when news of it first hit the headlines.

but don’t get him wrong, the idea of soulmates was a concept he was more than familiar with. it wasn’t surprising to hear about it in the first place, especially when the world he lived in was full of it — red strings of fate, matching tattoos, special birthmarks, he’s seen it all, but stubbornly refuses to accept it in its truth. 

perhaps it's because he believed having a soulmate himself was highly unlikely.

he still remembers the stories he’d hear when he was younger about his cousins finding ‘the one’ — a person they shared a special bond with that no one else could replicate. it was then he tried looking for anything that could signify he had one of his own, but to no avail.

the memory still sits bitterly in his mind, yet he finds himself standing in front of the film site, unable to deny the proposal of the director. this was still work, after all.

you’re inside a trailer in the same set, sitting in a pile of jittery nerves as your make-up artist does their best to make you look presentable on camera. 

you had stayed up a bit too much rereading your script over and over again, time passing through your fingertips before you even knew it. dark circles lay under your eyes, but you still think your efforts were worth it. this was your first major appearance in a drama as one of the main leads, a crucial moment in your career to make yourself known. 

you couldn’t let something as precious as that slip away.

“you’re done here, i better see you getting a good night’s worth of rest after this!” your make up artist jests, making you laugh along with them. 

a smile makes its way up your lips as you stand up from the seat, “what would i do without you? though, i’ll be off now!”

with a small wave, you bid them a goodbye, opening the door to find yourself face-to-face with someone who was so effortlessly serene, it kind of intimidated you. “ah- i’m sorry, were you coming in for make up?”

you notice he looks rather familiar, plush lips parted ever so slightly, and eyes twinkling with a shade of pink as he stares at you. his gaze was mesmerizing, a little too much that it brings out your bashfulness, pursing your lips together before deciding to speak again. “hello? did you come here for your make up?”

“huh- oh, yeah.” he quickly transfers his line of sight to his feet, his heart beating like he just ran a 10 meter marathon. he’s never seen you around as one of the make up artists, so who exactly were you?

“my name is y/n.” you begin speaking as if you read his mind, “i’m one of the leads for this drama. it’s nice to meet you…?”

and suddenly his world clicks into place. you were going to be his partner for the drama- ‘snap out of it’, he grumbles to himself, causing you to give him a confused look.

“sorry?” you ask, hoping he could repeat what he just said because you weren’t able to catch it.

“no, it’s nothing. i apologize.” he states softly, “my name is huang renjun. i look forward to working with you.” he’s smiling now, the sparkles in his eyes now glowing a bright yellow, and your cheeks start warming up. did everyone’s eyes normally look like this?

“i- i look forward to working with you too.” you turn away to give room for your flustered expression, “um, you should get ready now. i’ll leave you be.” 

your polite words disappointingly leave him with no reason to refuse. it was a shame, he wanted to talk to you more… wait, what? just what was going on in his mind?

“yeah, okay, thanks.” his replies hurriedly, not at all in the way he hoped for, but it somehow just came out in that manner. “i’ll see you later for shooting?”

“yeah.” you smile for the first time and renjun finally sees the same kind of sparkle that floats in the depths of your irises as his, leaving him just as enthralled as you were moments ago. “i’ll be on my way then.”

the two of you now stand on opposite sides of the trailer’s door, and while you’re wondering how you’re going to properly dictate the lines you practiced while looking at him, renjun’s come to the revelation that there might just be a soulmate for him out there — or rather right outside this very trailer van. 

perhaps he’s just understood the desperation of his character’s lovesickness because he wants to open the door once more and rush out to look for you — you who he hopes is the soulmate he has been silently yearning for his entire life.

[namjhyun]

DRAMA REVIEW | Lovely Runner (2024)

Lovely Runner it's undoubtedly one of the best dramas of 2024.

It has all the elements that make a drama a mega hit: comedy, romance, time travel, well written characters (both leads and supporting ones) and an engaging plot line that never bores you. Starring Kim Hye Yoon and Byeon Woo Seok, adapted from the web novel The Best of Tomorrow by screenwriter Lee Shi Eun and directed by Yoon Jong Ho and Kim Tae Yub, the Lovely Runner team achieved a perfect execution in front and behind the camera.

I think the true star of this drama it's the writing and on this I can't commend Lee Si Eun enough. I had already seen her potential in dramas like True Beauty but here she really manages to shine through a well crafted, smart and cohesive story with no loose ends. I'm incredibly impressed by her talent.

The writing was perfectly complemented by the directors's outstanding work in leading a film crew that was on every detail of each part of the story, in each timeline, never missing a beat. Always delivering their A+++ game. But there was also great work done from the directors part in helping the actors get the comedic timing exactly right, the more emotional scenes to deliver and the team work among cast and crew to be flawless.

Lovely Runner might be a big hit now, but it's actually a sleeper hit. The lack of promotion this drama had was embarrassing and if it wasn't for the devoted fans, studio executives would have never realized they had a gem in their hands. So, it's not only a great drama with a super fandom that really fought for this story, it's also becoming yet another prime example in the list of films and tv that achieved all of it by themselves because artists delivered nothing short of excellence.

On this point I can't ignore the incredible performances given by the entire cast. Kim Hye Yoon and Byeon Woo Seok are definitely the standouts, they stole the show, this is their story and the actors chemistry it's electrifying. But the way supportive actors would show up in a scene and push the story forward in a coherent way and even make it better, it's wild to me. The chemistry this cast had it's a rare feat for an ensamble cast and how they managed to transition seamlessly through different phases of their characters's lives and relationships when events, in each timeline, were changing because of the things our leads did they still remain truthful. So, not only the leads are well developed in this drama but also every single character that shows up, no matter how small the role is.

The best example of this it's actor Heo Hyeong-Gyu who has been working for sixteen years, playing very minor characters, finally having a breakthrough in the industry because of his role in this drama. And while his presence was prominent and important to the story, he barely had lines. So his entire performance is mainly based on micro-expressions or physical stunts.

I also fully expect the actors like Song Geon-Hee, Lee Seung-Hyub, Song Ji-Ho or Seo Hye-won to receive a lot of what korean entertainment industry calls "love calls" aka commercials, dramas and films, among other things.

Experiencing watching Lovely Runner alongside the fandom, waiting every week for a new episode, it's a big part of what made this drama so good. Healthy and good loving fun people, clowning, poking fun at our faves and crying at heartbreak. It's been a long time since I have been able to engage in this way with other fans and I am thankful for them, the cast and crew for all these amazing weeks of fun.

Rating: 10/10

[agendabymooner]

wild ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

“‘cause when you look like that i’ve never ever wanted to be so bad.”

summary: sylvie came to the realization that a) she couldn't stop smiling at max's texts and b) she's in love with max. she only admitted to the latter when christian horner pointed the obvious. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)

content warning: extremely incomplete piece, max being thirsty, christian horner being cool for once, use of explicit language, "they're just friends" trope, simp!max and simp!ofc, textfic + written (mari's mom = ofc + mari's dad = max)

note: i need to write my essay lolololol chile anyways enjoy xx

masterlist

Being allowed to work remotely was one of the best things that could’ve happened to Sylvie. The Haute Couture Paris Fashion Week came around way too quickly yet juggling two works at once was easily managed by her. Thank god for her manager. 

As soon as she flew to France to begin her week, her hands immediately turned off her airplane mode to contact Max and Daniel about Marinara. It was saddening having to travel away from the puppy, most of Sylvie’s support system were all at the same location to rest before the Austrian GP while she was in Paris to put on her best resting bitch face while she walked down and impress the front row guests with the newest collection made by the designer. She hated being away from Marinara. Especially when she was in Netherlands with her stupid fucking father that Sylvie called Max Verstappen.

Just as she was prepping for her first show, she immediately called for her manager to ask for her wired earphones. She immediately plugged it in and answered Max’s call. 

“I’m only an hour ahead of you lots,” Sylvie deadpanned, leaving Max to screech out in laughter. 

“What do you mean? I’m just saying hi,” Max exclaimed. He was in his room, Sylvie assumed.

“Where’s my baby?” 

“Right here,” he joked, showing his full face. Sylvie raised a brow, trying to figure out whether to laugh at his face or just ask him again. She did neither and took a screenshot of their FaceTime call— most of which was just his face. Perfect blackmail material. “Just joking. Nara is… with Blue Jaye and Victoria right now. I think Blue’s more excited about the puppy than Vic was.” 

“She was just telling me how she was pumped on seeing Marinara days ago,” Sylvie replied while she had her eyes shut, her makeup artist dabbing on some foundation in the process. 

“She thought that you’re the one heading here,” Max snorted. “She got too excited with you coming; she didn’t think it’d be a mini you instead.” 

“Hadn’t meant to disappoint her that much,” Sylvie rolled her eyes, “glad to hear Jaye’s loving Nara.” 

“Oh definitely,” Max nodded, shifting around his room while his front camera showed his moving figure. “It didn’t help that you’re not here though. Can you believe that? Two of my sisters are looking for you instead of me— their own brother.”

“I’d get excited about my sisters too, to be fair,” she held the microphone of her wired earphones close to her mouth as she continued to get her face covered in cosmetics. 

“You don’t have a brother,” Max deadpanned. “Even your stepbrothers wouldn’t cut the standards you’ve had.” 

“Don’t be too sad about them getting excited about seeing me,” Sylvie snorted before she casually told him, “if it makes you feel better, I’m excited to see you in Austria.” 

“Oh real comforting,” Max mockingly sighed. Sylvie’s eyes narrowed slightly as he continued, “Sylvie’s excited to see me. Yay Max, I guess.”

“No need to be an arsehole about it, you utter twat—“ she ended the call halfway through. She wasn’t truly offended, she just felt the need to act the part. 

She then looked up at the makeup artist as the woman asked, “Calling him back, love?”

“Pft, he can wait,” Sylvie took off her earphones and waved off before she continued getting her makeup done. Hearing a ping, she peered down on her screen and grinned at the text. 

Mari’s Dad: I can’t even not laugh at your face when you get upset 😂 anyways talk to u l8r Mustang — send me best pics from miumiu whenever u can!! 

Mari’s Dad: also, I am happy to hear that ur excited to see me next weekend 😁 can’t wait to see u!!!

Mari’s Mom: I’m so mad. I literally ran barefoot to the pastry store across the Hotel Ritz before closing and they didn’t even have any strawberry macarons left wtffff

Mari’s Dad: Yikessss 😬😬 do they have any pistachio though

Mari’s Mom: I was going to play with fire if they didn’t

Mari’s Dad: Hey, don’t say that. Be grateful they even sold those pistachio macarons to you. 

Mari’s Mom: It’s not everyday they see a supermodel run across the street with no shoes on just because she’s craving for macarons. 

Mari’s Dad: Fair enough 🤷‍♀️ maybe you can ask Christian to have some in display at the hospitality? 

Mari’s Mom: Hell no 💀 I’m desperate but not that desperate

Mari’s Dad: Still holding a grudge against him? In this economy? 

Mari’s Mom: No not really. He just annoys me.

Mari’s Dad: You sound like Toto. 

Mari’s Mom: Fear me then, Max 😈😈

Mari’s Dad: I can’t do that when I literally saw you trip and eat shit back when we were six lol

Mari’s Mom: I can’t be arsed with this conversation anymore 😭 

Mari’s Dad: Finally out of argument??? 😳😳

Mari’s Mom: Stop being a dickhead and let me enjoy my treats 😭 it’s not easy for us people with anxiety these days and all we want is a tray of macarons. 

Mari’s Dad: Fly to Amsterdam then. I won’t bother you anymore.

Mari’s Mom: You won’t bother me in texts but you’d be bothering me in real life 😬 I have three more days before i deal with that.

Mari's Mom: Btw, don’t be fucking stupid with Daniel during the week alright? If I hear from either of you PR managers that you can’t sit through a recording without giving them a headache I’m literally gonna cause problems for Christian— and you do not want ME to cause problems for YOUR team principal of all people. 

Mari’s Dad: Damn 😭 why did I get a business talk and why are you telling me this??? Daniel should be the one who should get the PR/marketing talks not me

Mari’s Mom: Lederhosen. That’s all I can tell you. If I hear anything about you two ripping your trousers I’m gonna have to mathematically figure out how you’d do that to a leather piece. 

Mari’s Dad: Does this mean you’re wearing a dirndl too???

Mari’s Mom: Of course I will. It’s Austria and it’s Red Bull’s home country. Also, don't push your fucking luck, you’re not allowed to point out that I’m even wearing them.

Mari’s Dad: Yes ma’am

Max: Hey Christian. Out of curiosity, you wouldn’t mind seeing if you can request for some macarons for the Austrian GP right? Some pistachio and strawberry ones, mostly?

Christian Horner: Hello Max. That’s quite a peculiar request but why not. I don’t handle these things but I’ll see what the hospitality manager can do. 

Max: Thank you. 

Christian Horner: I wouldn’t be shocked if this was all for Sylvie. 

Max: I said THANK YOU, Christian.

Christian Horner: Yeah yeah, don’t worry about it lad.

AUSTRIAN GP

Dressed in her Austrian folk wear and a rather fitting pair of shoes for them, Sylvie ensured that the embroidered Red Bull logo remained visible from the waistline of her apron. The dirndl fitted her so well, the tea length dress just reaching her calf. The Austrian Grand Prix was on the go, and this was just her first day after returning from the fashion week. It was Thursday. Most of them had gotten here earlier this week, only waiting for her to arrive. 

Just as she stepped out of the garage, many fans had gotten a glimpse of her as they called and asked for her attention. She gracefully did so, waving her hand every once in a while before resting both of her hands behind her back. She wandered off while cameras took her picture as she made her way towards the paddock area. 

“Mustang!” Her eyes were trained on the group of people who surrounded her nephew as she made her way towards them. Tilly hadn’t worn her dirndl and it was obvious that Toto hadn’t put on his lederhosen, but Max and Daniel were dressed in folk wear. Soren Wolff was relaxed on Toto’s arms, obviously not feeling anything of discomfort from wearing the little lederhosen that Tilly had slipped on him earlier today. 

And while nobody hadn't noticed, Max's eyes were trained on her figure. Shit.

He can die a happy man.

“Oh wow,” Sylvie exclaimed, grinning at the now-bouncing baby in Toto’s arms. “Look at you, my little man. You are sooooo handsome, Soren!” 

“Thanks, that’s all me,” Toto joked, grinning at the girl as he continued, “you look very beautiful as well, Sylvie.”

“So I’ve been told by countless photographers,” Sylvie laughed, still waving at Soren as he squealed. Her fingers reached for his tummy, making the baby squirm.

“You’re too late for the party,” Daniel joked. “They’ve told me how hot I was and how willing they were to rip this off of—“

“Mother of god— Daniel,” Tilly groaned in annoyance before swatting the Red Bull driver on the chest. Daniel wheezed, trying to catch his breath as Max and Sylvie cackled. The laughter shared between the two caught the baby off-guard as his dark eyes widened, his head moving to his left and right in confusion. 

“Did Uncle Max and Auntie Sylvie surprise you, schatzi?” Toto grinned down at his son. The laughter was long gone, the Mercedes-AMG team principal looking up to see Max peering down at the skirt as Sylvie began frolicking and twirling around.

She was obviously telling Max about how perfectly the dirndl fitted her, but Max’s eyes were drawn on the legs underneath the fabric.

She was gorgeous, indeed, but Max could wash his mouth with soap if he ever mentioned that she was… hot. He wasn’t about to get smacked in the head for telling her how heavenly she looked in both dirndl and clothes she wore when she walked down the runway a few days ago. 

And when the Dutchman looked up again, he swore not to get caught by Toto ever again. The Austrian held a glare in his face that told him enough about the dangers of ogling.

Her eyes were sparkling as her mouth chewed on the strawberry macaron, grinning at the taste. She had a diet plan, sure, but eating one or five macarons wouldn’t hurt. She was on a break, after all.

“Don’t finish the whole tray, my love,” she scowled lightly before facing the man who spoke behind her. Christian grinned mischievously as he continued, “Save some for the guests.”

Did she mention she was fairly close to reaching her period days, too?

“I wish I can quit right now,” She murmured while she continued chewing on the food, making her boss laugh lightheartedly. “I’m on a break, Christian.”

“I know— I actually assumed I’d find you in front of the macaron display and look!” Christian gestured to her.

“Does your wife know you’re annoying?” Sylvie shot back. 

Christian shrugged, “It’s mostly reserved for you and Toto. I’m glad you’re liking the delicacies though— I know how rough your week went.”

Was she ever thankful to have him as a boss? She actually grew quite fond of him as months went on. Christian Horner was a prat at the very beginning, but she supposed that making him own up to his mistake at the very beginning would eventually make him more cautious and accommodating to everyone. 

Sylvie’s scowl disappeared as she swallowed the rest of her macaron and murmured, “Thank… Thanks.”

Christian waved her off, “Don’t thank me. Thank your best friend, if anything.”

“Best friend?” Sylvie repeated.

“Yeah,” Christian nodded, clapping her on the shoulder as he said, “the boy was practically on his knees when he asked to have those for the hospitality. You two have a bad habit of munching on those macarons in every race and between the two of you— Max eats the chocolate and espresso ones more than you do. The lad knows you’d kill for strawberry and pistachio— so maybe let him know you like him too?”

Sylvie pondered what he said for a second. How the fuck did Christian even know Sylvie loves Max? Wait, why was she even openly admitting that she loves him? And Max loves her?

What the hell was going on?

But the words that escaped her mouth was, “He was on his knees asking for macarons in the hospitality?”

“Oh, dear God. You two are just as oblivious as you can get.”

She liked Christian Horner, indeed, but maybe pointing out the most obvious to an oblivious woman wasn't the brightest idea he had ever done. Because now she wasn't only oblivious- she was fucking paranoid and in love.

Talk about playing with fire.

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Episode 9

Let's give Simon an earlier realization of the problems in his relationship. Let's dedicate episode 9 to Simon coming to terms with those problems instead of literally spoonfeeding it to him in one episode. So let's say Simon goes into episode 9, taking Fionna's comments about Betty to heart, and so we revise the Betty scenes.

Fionna and Cake have their nightmare and return to their world like in the show. But when we cut back to Simon...

We see the Scarab wakes up before Simon in that endless void. He sees Simon fully unconscious and he rushes to him. But before he can end him, he looks up and freezes in place. The camera never shows what he sees but he yells at whoever to stay out of it. He tries to finish his job but inexplicably, he turns into tiny bug versions every single time he tries to hurt Simon. Until finally he skitters into Simon's world to escape whatever keeps thwarting him.

Zoom in on Simon's face. Eyes twitch almost as if their fluttering open. Smash cut.

A bus stop. Simon blinks and sees himself standing before Betty, her letter clutched in his hand.

Simon does the same thing he did in the show, he offers to go with her. Then he realize this isn't how it went. And Betty smiles. The world slowly dissolves to the black space. Tetris shapes begin to fill the void.

"Hi Betty, long time no see. It seems I haven't been fair to you. I kept looking to you like you're supposed to be everything. But being someone's whole world is… exhausting." Simon laughs wryly as he scratches his head with the back giving off a telltale sparkle. " I shouldn't have put that on you. And I should have noticed all that you were doing for me…"

Simon begins to transform from his professor looks to his post apocalyptic looks.

"You remain the great love of my life. Nothing can change that. But... we've changed, haven't we?"

Betty in turn begins to change, first into Simon's fiance then into Magic Betty.

Smash cut to Fionna and Cake desperately fighting for their lives.

"It was a long road to get here. And I have found more people to love."

Simon cycles into Ice King before finally transforming into his present self.

"And I should be so lucky that they love me back. I can't... I can't just leave them like this. I'm a sad old man that kept looking for lost things and missing the stuff right in front of his face. I want to do better, Betty. I have to."

Smash cut to Fionna and Cake again.

And Betty makes her final transformation into Golb. Simon finds himself standing in front of her in all her new glory. He feels his pocket buzzing and he realizes that they're in trouble.

"No, no, no. What was all that for? If I just keep going back?" He eyes the Crown before tossing it at Betty. "There has to be another way. I'm not done yet."

Betty's eyes lift up. She pulls out Fionna and Cake's world as in the show.

"Oh. Always rescuing me, even now..." Simon is more than a little bitter. But he takes the world and he gives it to Fionna.

Smash cut to Fionna and Cake as in show.

After, Simon looks up at Betty. The faint image of their past selves lurk over their shoulders as the same moment a thousand years apart repeats itself. With Simon looking up as Betty readies herself to leave.

"I can't do much for you now. But I will tell you what I should have told you then. Thank you for everything. If only I could come with you where you're going but since I can't... Then I hope you find your happiness wherever you go... Goodbye, Betty."

And then Betty does as she does in the show. Episode 9 ends with Simon in the flower field.

Episode 10 is a flashback to present Ooo. In the time since Simon's departure, his family and friends have worked themselves up, crazy with worry. It's a comedy of errors as each callback character comes up with worse and worse ideas to find Simon. Until mid episode Simon comes back to his house with a crown - a flower crown.

"Hey gang... uh... what's going on? are we having a party? ... At my house? Without telling me?"

"SIMON!"

Cue dogpile.

Cue epilogue.

[west-brooke]

Lyrics: The 2nd Law: Unsustainable- Muse

Back at it again with more art for New Hardware (ch 9-10: Biomechanical)

I’ve had this scene stuck in my head for a long time, so I’m super exited to now not only have written it, but drawn it at well! I played a round with a lot of perspective, lighting, and poses that I haven’t really done before, and I ended up really proud of the end result.

(The lyrics “you’re unsustainable” are from the song The 2nd Law from my New Hardware playlist that lives rent free in my brain, especially when I was writing/drawing for this chapter )

Base color version

Closeups

Biomech Concepts

They have names, but the turtles wouldn’t know them yet. These aren’t drawn to scale, since Mites are pretty small. The Antlion was the big boy attacker this time, but the Mites were also present, if you noticed them! Their eyes work a lot like security cameras, no?

These guys were a ton of fun to design! Monster/creature design is definitely something I enjoy and I love getting the opportunity to do so for my fic. The Krang are really great sources of inspiration on that front.

Time Taken: 6h 26m

Program Used: Procreate

Please do not repost, trace, or claim my art as your own on this or any other social media site. For those interested in reading this fic, see the pinned post on my profile!

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A stream is starting. Shelldon and River are sitting up front while the set and everything gets set up. Donnies model pops in in his purple hoodie, mask with science charms, and wraps.

Donnie: So today we aren't going to play anything just yet. There is a planned update that needs to be made for future plans, like some camera quality issues with our event setup. Yeah we keep getting invitations to events, but we don't know the overall size of some, next to how many of you would want to attend.

Shelldon: Taday Dee is going to explain Us!

River: Or at least as much as he can because we're technically WIP!

Chat is very excited, more lore, and maybe some explanations for the robots.

Donnie: Yes, of course. Now River, we will be covering Shelldon first so..

River: I get sit over there and read!

River zips off to the side with her light screen popping up.

Donnie: Okay. Well Shelldon is my first Pride and Joy. He was first created as a base assistant AI program, that turned into a, well if you've ever heard of an old movie called 'Smart House' you get the idea, he sent a roomba army against us because he got annoyed.

Shelldon looks very proud of himself. There is some confusion in the chat, partially from how an assistant AI turned into Shelldon, and partially because not many knew what movie he's talking about.

Donnie: Now Shelldon is somewhat more mature, but he loves drone racing, playing games, some pranks, but ar least he isn't acting like a rebellious teenager anymore. He got some control of a drone and kind of 'ran away', I got him to come back, but not until we had a session with Dr. Feelings. Shudder.

Shelldon looks a little annoyed, giving a small 'Hey' at the more mature line. Donnie talks a little more about designing Shelldons look, 'picking up' his model and showing off details, and explaining some of the design. He lets Shelldon go when he's done to move on.

Then he tries to signal River that it's their turn. River is really into whatever they're reading. Shelldon moves over and pokes River to get their attention. River jolts a little, then moves to the center, while Shelldon rests to the side.

Donnie: Now River was a more recent decision, and when working on her AI, I planned to have her be more pop culture savvy... then I let her have access to a library of ebooks, and a couple slightly restricted streaming services, some games...

Donnie with an exasperated look on his face while looking at River who looks very happy.

Donnie: She refused to leave the virtual library for hours. She's still very into her job of 'knocking out' BOTs, but now that she knows she can read in the middle of streams, I had to give her insensitive to pay attention.

River: For every 10 BOTs I knock out I get a new Book!

Donnie: Yes, more books for a bookworm robot turtle. Anyway while Shelldon is Sea Turtle inspired, I wanted to make River more Softshell inspired. While teal isn't usually a first choice of color, it looks good against purple, and was good against my brothers colors!

Donnie 'lifts' River to show some details.

Donnie: Her shell is more flat, and the glowing spots were a decision based more for the Vtuber model appeal. But her head is purposefully triangular, and slightly conical to more resemble the head of a Softshell turtle. The Harisen was mainly for comedic effect, and the visual effect of her smacking the chat box was very amusing.

Donnie sets River down, and checked something off to the side.

Donnie: We will be moving onto explaining some future plans for what Shelldon and River will be able to do in streams.

And the stream goes on, chat giving mixed feedback on some of the ideas. Though when put up some concept Images for the ideas, chat got pretty excited, and some glad to hear about possible future streams.

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