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wheelsgoroundincircles · 5 months ago

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The Two Most Iconic Wheel Standers of All Time.

Hurst Hemi Under Glass

Hurst Hemi Under Glass is the name given to a series of exhibition drag racing cars campaigned by Hurst Performance between 1965 and 1970 across North America and ended with the '68 model year.

Each wheelstander was based on the current Plymouth Barracuda for the corresponding model year. The car was so named because the fuel injected Chrysler Hemi engine was placed under the Barracuda's exceptionally large rear window. The result of the rearward weight transfer was a "wheelie" down the length of the drag strip.

The Hemi Under Glass was developed by Hurst Corporation to showcase their products in the A/FX class - precursor to funny cars. In 1965, George Hurst hired Wild Bill Shrewsberry of Mansfield, OH, an accomplished drag racer who had raced for both Mickey Thompson and Jack Chrisman. After helping to pioneer it into the first wheelstanding exhibition car, Shrewsberry left at the end of the season to pursue his own project.

For the 1966 season, Bob Riggle, who was also from Mansfield, OH and was involved with Hurst as a mechanic and fabricator became the second driver of the Hurst Hemi Under Glass car and campaigned the cars with Hurst as the sponsor until later years when the Hurst Company was sold to Sunbeam. At that point, the car ran without the Hurst logo and was simply known as the "Hemi Under Glass." Riggle's career ended in 1975 with a devastating accident at US 30 Dragway in Gary, Indiana.

Popular model kits of the car were produced in 1/32 scale by Aurora Plastics Corporation and in 1/25 scale by Model Products Corporation. A limited edition 1/18 scale diecast model of the 1966 car is currently available from Highway 61.[1]

Riggle returned to exhibition racing in 1992 with a 1966 injected version of the car and a 1968 supercharged version of the car.[2] The original 1965 car was stripped for its power train and parts in 1967 for the new Barracuda chassis/body style and no longer exists.[3][4]

While taping the June 26, 2016 episode of Jay Leno's Garage, Riggle, with Leno riding in the passenger seat, rolled a newly constructed '69 version of the Hemi Under Glass after turning sharply at the end of a wheelie run. Neither of the men were hurt, but the car sustained significant damage.[5] Leno was riding along to fulfill another item on his 'Bucket List.'

July, 2016, Mike Mantel of New Braunfels, TX was named as the new driver of the Hemi Under Glass. Mantel took over the '68 car which has the longest performing history of any Hemi Under Glass ever constructed and becomes the third official driver in the brand's 50+ year history.[6] Mantel was only 6 years old when the Hemi Under Glass first took to the track. He has a wide range of driving experience from drag cars, road race, and movie cars. Mantel's original hometown is the city of Hawthorne, CA.

Billy Lawrence Golden (December 31, 1933 – September 14, 2015),[1] nicknamed "Maverick", was an American drag racer. He is probably best known for driving the Little Red Wagon A/FX wheelstander pickup exhibition racer.

Little Red Wagon

Born in Shawnee Township, Illinois, Golden joined the US Marines and first became interested in drag racing while at Camp Pendleton.

Golden was given his "Maverick" nickname in the late 1950s by an announcer at a Southern California dragstrip, because he chose to drive an unconventional 361 cu in (5,920 cc)-powered Dodge Custom Royal. He started racing in AHRA Super Stock, driving Dodges for several years. He was one of the first drivers in AHRA S/S to successfully run an automatic transmission. In 1960, Chrysler offered to provide him parts, when he was driving a Dodge Phoenix, powered by a 330 hp (250 kW) 330 cu in (5.4 L) with twin Carter carburetors and cross-ram intake manifold; the car was capable of quarter-mile times of 13.7 seconds.

By 1962, he was a factory driver, driving an S/SA Dodge. At the 1962 AHRA Winternationals, driving his bright yellow hemi "Taxi Cab" Dodge 330, he scored a "stunning" victory over "Dyno Don" Nicholson's 409 cu in (6,700 cc) factory Chevrolet at Fontana Drag City, to take the Stock Eliminator title, Chrysler's only Nationals win for 1962.

In 1963, Golden worked with Jim Nelson of Dragmasters to improve the car, and won seven Super Stock races out of eight events, taking the Midwest Championship.

At the end of the 1964 season, Chrysler proposed Golden drive the Little Red Wagon A/FX pickup. which became drag racing's first wheelstanding truck.

Little Red Wagon's first outing, at the AHRA Grand American event at Lions Drag Strip, was an 11 second pass at 120 mph (190 km/h). The crowd's very enthusiastic reaction prompted Golden to turn the A/FX truck into a wheelstanding exhibition racer, which he developed a steering mechanism for himself, relying on experience from his day job at Douglas Aircraft Corporation. The wheelstander was wrecked in 1969, 1971, and 1975; the third crash was nearly fatal to Golden.

Golden retired in 2003. He died on September 14, 2015.[3]

#Little Red Wagon #Hurst Hemi Under Glass #car #cars #muscle car #american muscle #mopar #moparperformance #moparnation #moparworld #dodge

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sevasims3 · 2 years ago

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TS3 Mods Masterlist (updated 08/03/23)

Welcome to Seva's Mods Masterlist!

Over these two days, I've deleted my mods folder and completely revamped everything inside, so I thought I would share all the mods I use to make my game better~

If you see something that interests you feel free to have a look, as all links are by trusted creators, and they do a better job at explaining the mods than I could. Click below to continue:

UI Mods

Sakura UI Recolor by aecyia

Soft Pink CAS Screen by Kolakanin (There are 9 options, only choose 1)

New CC Icon Replacements by Ninfaryes (I personally use the Folder icons)

New UI Poses by TheSweetSimmer

Game Fixing Mods

Smooth Patch 2.1, Auto-Lights Overhaul by LazyDuchess

No Intro by Rick

Perfect Day Lighting Mod 4.0 (IP Water with Auroras) by BrntWaffles

Reworked & Improved EA Lights by Simsi45

Esstential NRaas Mods

Please note some of these mods are required to run other mods in this list, but not all. However, all mods in this list are compatible with each other. Listed first is the core mod, then after are any modules I use to improve the mods functionality and add features. More information is listed on the NRaas website.

MasterController + MCCheats, MCIntegration, MCProgression modules

StoryProgression + SPCareer, SPExtra, SPMoney, SPPopulation, SPRelationship, SPSkill modules

Careers + CareersAcademics module

Overwatch & ErrorTrap

Woohooer & Decensor

Other NRaas Mods (In alphabetical order)

Dresser

Once Read

Retuner

Saver

Sleep Freedom

Tagger

anissims

Have Coffee with Me

No Fridge Shopping

Sims Drinks

Workout Costs Money

Gameplay Mods

These are listed in no particular order, categories are listed for ease of viewing. As always, please read the descriptions of any mod you download to ensure it will work properly in your game.

Pregnancy

Longer or Shorter Pregnancies, Puddles and More! by AgentTexas

Gain Weight After Pregnancy by FloTheory

Breastfeeding Mod V11, Don't Put the Baby Down by Nona Mena

Apple Sauce Baby Food Replacement by Twinsimming

White Formula Baby Bottle Replacement by daluved1

No Mutant Hair or Eyes by Kitty Carey

Mixed Pregnancy Feelings by lizcandor

Birds and Bees v1.0 by Mingos

Childhood & Family

Acne Mod 2.0 Lite by Twinsimming

Napping Mat by Arsil

User-Directed Scolding by icarus_allsorts

The Journal Mod by Lyralei

All Traits for All Ages by mikey

Better Playdates by MissPat

MakeUp Kit v1.1 by mintbeehry

No Stretch Children Can by kapaer

MoarInteractions by Buzzler

Toddlers Can Ask, More Baby Interactions, Outdoor Activities for Toddlers, Replaced Child Hug, Toddlers Can Sit with Sims, Toddlers Can Sit on Couches, Biggest Little Mod for Toddlers, Toys are More Fun, Homework Tweaks by TheSweetSimmer (bless)

Skills & Careers

Write Scholarships for Money by gamefreak130

Saturday Jobs Pack by missyhissy

Comic Artist Career, IT Career, Modelling Career, Nursing Career, Pharmacist Career by missyhissy

Social Networking Skill Changes by othiym28

Flower Arranging Skill (!!READ WARNINGS!!), Knitting Skill (!!READ WARNINGS!!), Scribbling Pad Fixed by zoe22

Online Center by JunJayMdM

Lose Weight Gain Fitness Slower by Twoftmama Note: you need an account on SimsAsylum to view this mod

Faster Gardening by berryblonde

Degree Credit Hours by Beccapixie10

Others (by creator)

Thank You Note Fixes by gamefreak130

Set the Table & Call to Meal, Vending Machine Tweaks, Autonomous Fun in the Sun by icarus_allsorts

Nosy Sim Interactions by FloTheory

Learn Recipes from TV, Better Bartending, Non-Lethal Vending Machines by Darkcloudwalker

The Randomizer Mod (BETA) by Lyralei

Unrestricted Sponge Baths, Faster Leaf Raking, Painted Frames CASTable, Higher LTR Costs, Unhidden Traits by mikey

No Route Fail Animation by hryniuk

Enhanced Hospitals by PuddingFace

Variety Attraction by Fentonparkninja

Dining Overhaul by WeeAlbet

Sleep on Sofa(see the 7th reply for download) by lytefoot

Cmo Smoking Mod Overhaul by olomaya

EcoFriendly Cars (requires store content) by SimsMx

Taxi Charge by Sleepy-Genius

No Hopscotch Wishes by computeteen5

#that was long winded #thanks for sticking to the end if you did!#ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 #sims 3 mods #ts3 mods #mod list #sims 3 mod list #ts3cc #credit to creator #sevasims

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rems-writing · 5 months ago

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Let go of the chicken

Pairing: model!Yeosang x photographer!reader

Summary: This is pure crack lol

Warning(s): none

Genre: Cracked out fluff

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

You were excited to take photos of one of the highly most anticipated up and coming models in this generation of young models walking the runway. As you made your way to the studio, you recounted everything that you have packed ranging from your gear to money for going out later.

Apparently, if you did a good job, Yeosang would reward you with recommendations of where to eat afterwards.

Once you arrived, you hurriedly grabbed your gear after parking in such a janky way. You bolted towards the studio and you almost believed you walked into the wrong room.

Until he spoke up.

"Y/N, lovely to have you here. You're just in time. Come. We can get started right away." Yeosang spoke warmly and it eased you a bit from the weirdness of today's theme for the photoshoot.

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"Ok you can let go of the chicken now, Yeo!"

You've been saying this for the past five times. The photoshoot wrapped up around 10 minutes ago and you were supposed to be helping the rest of the studio crew as well as Yeosang's personal staff take down everything and stack it away.

Yet here you were

Taking Kang Yeosang to let go of the poor chicken that he was petting oh so lovingly. His eyes were closed, his hand stroked the side of the chicken's neck languidly, and a content smile was on his face.

Nighttime soon fell and it was just the two of you alone in the studio. Luckily, you didn't have any other appointments lined up yet you were growing slightly irritated that Yeosang wouldn't let go of this damn chicken.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked around in bewilderment. His gaze landed on you. Your arms were crossed, your foot was tapping against the floor in an even and patient pace, and an unreadable expression was on your face. His pretty face was blushed a bright pink as he set the chicken down and watched it walked off before turning back to you.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how much time had passed until I opened my eyes and only saw you."

His deep and soft voice was melodic against your ears and you couldn't help but to sigh quietly as you unfurled your arms.

"It's fine, Yeo."

"Do you have anywhere else to be?"

"Nope. Tomorrow, I will edit the photos and send them to your manager so they can be published."

"Thank you for doing this. Let me make it up to you by helping you put away your things."

"Everything's been packed and ready to go. I'm just waiting for you."

Yeosang's blush worsened and he panicked internally. Not knowing what to do, he did one thing that made you blush this time.

He scooped you up into his strong hold and carried you to the parking lot in his buff arms.

After setting you down in your own car, he closed the door and walked over to the passenger side before entering. A small grin was on his face and you found the sight endearing and heartwarming.

"So where do you want to eat?"

#blossomnet #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #mirohsaurorasociety

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missbunnybunny · 1 year ago

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~◇✴𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔅𝔦𝔯𝔡 ✴ ◇~

Don't you like your new home, my little songbird?

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this is my first Yandere story, I hope you like it. the reader is genderneutral. There is only one use of y/n, and for the rest of the story, you're referred to by you or Songbird.

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Everything was just so dull. no matter the work he took, be it singing, acting, or other gigs, it was so bland. so when his assistant told him of his next photo shoot, he smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll be right there.” But it was just another fake smile, forced, fake, emotionless, empty.

When he first became a model, it was like a dream come true! he had the face of a natural-born star. ever since he was a little kid, people would compliment him. “ Oh, Elle! you're so cute.” one of his mother’s friends would say, or “I wish my kids looked like you.” another spoke.

His job was great at first, then great turned into good, good turned into nice, until it finally became boring. his smile started to fade until it just became a mask he wore. entering the photo shoot site, he expected the usual. and by usual, he meant a bratty, entitled model, thinking they were so high and mighty because they had money and a shoot with him.

But he could care less. One thing he never lost when he became famous was his kindness. Money never got to his head. He was just glad to have a roof and food. so when he finally got out of the car and set foot in his changing room, he wasn't expecting much.

The stylist curled his wolf cut a little, making sure his red peekaboo hair dyed could be visible in the photos. after his hair was done, his face was next. he didn’t need any make-up, just some light bush, and he was set. His light skin having its natural glow along with the brush was enough.

He was honestly glad that he didn’t have to take off his piercings. It would have been a pain. but that didn’t mean that he was safe from that either. they gave him 5 earrings to change into. They didn’t look bad. he might ask to keep them after the shoot.

His first ear piercings were a pair of silver 4-star earrings, the second was a star stud earring, and his last piercing, which was on his Hilix, was a heart hop earring he didn’t have to change his tongue piercing for today's shoot. his hazel eyes looked at his reflection in the mirror, and he looked empty.

He was wearing a black button-up shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. he could hear some of the staff members whispering that he looked like a prince. ‘ he looks so handsome’ or ‘he so my type.’ When he walked out of the fitting room to walk around a little, he had to wait for his partner to be done.

He was standing next to the wall while looking at his phone, scrolling through insta. He snapped out of his daze when he heard soft humming. he hadn't realized he was next to the other fitting room’s door. it sounded like soft rain on a rainy day. He loved it. It was so calming to his heart.

One of your assistants asked what song you were humming to, “Oh, it’s inhale exhale by AURORA.” he was stunned. Your voice was like that of an angel. How could a person have such a lovely voice? It was music to his ears.

It wasn't long before you stepped out of your fitting room and by the gods the way you looked at him. He thought you were the most ethereal being he had ever seen. You were like a work of art. His chest started to tighten, and his heart beat faster. ‘ What is this feeling?’ he thought while still looking at you.

He extended his hand to you, “ Am Elliot Achillies, nice to meet you.” he had a small smile on his face. you looked up at the tall man. He was stunning, but that’s expected of a model. “ Hello, my name is y/n. it’s also nice to meet you, mister Elliot.” You spoke while shaking his hand. How nice and polite you are. his name has never sounded so beautiful until they left your lips, he wanted to heard you say it more.

You were so small, your hand compared to his was sending him over the edge. your touch was warm, it was like fire to his skin, “ just call me Elle, Songbird” his smile became bigger. He kissed the back of your hand, the way your eyes slowly widened at his action. oh, you're so cute!

Your outfit matched his perfectly. You could make a wonderful couple. he heard the director call him over to explain the photo shoot and the poses. He half listened while looking down at you. I wasn’t until he heard the director again “Alright, that’s all. I hope we can run this smoothly. Everyone into position!” He yelled, slightly making you jump. Every expression you made was making his heart beat even faster than the last. how could you be this adorable!

You and him got set to the first pose, your hand on his chest and his hand on your waist. he looked at the camera with a small smile while you looked at it with a more natural look. In every photo that was taken, he held your waist slightly tighter. Until you looked up at his mouth slightly open and wide eyes, a slight bush on your face.

He was drinking up your expression so much that he didn’t realize he had a genuine smile on his face. he was in his own world looking at you. He pulled you closer until your faces were almost touching. you didn’t know what you were doing to him. “ If you look at me so cute, I might just eat you, my little Songbird.” He thought. he was a true wolf in sheep's clothing, but it couldn't hurt being a sheep a little longer.

Soon, the photo shoot was over. You were on the phone with your friend. talking about your upcoming Biology exam and English essay. This intrigues him. You were a college student? Oh, the more he learned about you, the more he wanted to know you. He was like a starving man. the more he got, he couldn’t fill his stomach because he was always hungry. He just couldn’t get enough.

He soon realized he was in love with you, all the magazine photos that you were both in together he had in his room. He would stalk you on social media, figuring out your college. after a month, he knew your schedule, your friends, your family, everything about you.

He knew it was wrong, that he had an unhealthy obsession with you. he loves you, and you’ll never meet another like him. he has been to your room and even laid down in your bed while looking at pictures you had of your friends. he had some fantasies of having you pin under him, watching your face as his hands run up and down your body. it had him brushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. Can’t you see what you're doing to him?

He stopped taking any modeling deals and said that he would only do it with you. he knew you were only a part-time model and that you used the job when you needed the money. why not kill two birds with one stone? You get some extra money, and he gets his songbird a win-win.

Oh, how he wishes he could cut your wings and keep you in a cage. where only his eyes could see your angelic face, only his ears could hear the melody of your voice. But most of all, only his hands could touch your body. You belonged to him and only him.

So little songbird, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU POSSIBLY CAN. He loves you to the point of going mad, so why are you throwing away his love letters? You're breaking his poor heart, won’t you kiss it better? better yet sing to him how much you love him, won’t you Songbird?

YOU DO LOVE HIM RIGHT, SONGBIRD? RIGHT.

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waxlrcs3 · 11 months ago

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐚𝐱𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐢𝐢 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐱𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩!

𝐓𝐖 : 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐞

You were working late tonight due to working as a model and having a big photo shoot. Axl was your boyfriend who you didn’t live with but was planning to move it with along with your 5 year old daughter Aurora of course. Her father wasn’t in her life anymore so you were a single mom and sometimes you had to get some help with taking care of her since it’s a hard job.

𝐀𝐗𝐋’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

Y/n who was my girlfriend had asked me to pick aurora her daughter up from school today. I felt a little nervous since I had to babysit her and I had never really babysat anyone before but I was happy you trusted me. I stood outside the school waiting for her while smoking a cigarette looking around until she runs out. She waves at me while running towards me hugging my leg. She wore a pink hello kitty backpack and a pink princess dress with her blonde hair in a braid. I smiled patting her head.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚: “Heyy axl, mommy told me you would pick me up”

He smiles picking her up and stomping on his cigarette while putting her in her car seat

𝐀𝐱𝐥: yeah mommy is working late tonight

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚: can we go to the park?

I look down at her thinking a little while fixing her seat belt and getting into my seat starting the car.

𝐀𝐱𝐥: hm. Sure we can do that

He smiles and starts to drive towards the park y/n and aurora always were at. He looked at the mirror a couple times to make sure she’s okay while parking the car. Helping her out while she runs towards the park. He runs after her breathing heavily and standing against a tree watching her play making sure she doesn’t hurt herself. He gets another cigarette lightening it and then taking a puff looking up at her playing. He looks around at the other parents giving him judgement and disgusted looks, like he cared tho?

After a while he walks up to her picking her up and ticking her

𝐀𝐱𝐥: you hungry?

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚: yeah

𝐀𝐱𝐥: come on then

He takes her hand and walks with her back to the car bucking her in and getting into the front seat driving back to y/n’s place. When they well get there he gets a little nervous cause now he will have to entertain her somehow. He walked inside with her going to the living room. He gets her toys and sits down watching her play with her Barbie dolls.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚: come axl

He nods getting up and sitting down on the floor next to her playing with the Barbie’s with her. He also helped her build up a doll house you had bought her. He orders some pizza and plays with her until the door knocks.

He gets his wallet and walks up to the door opening it and getting the two boxes of pizza handing the delivery man some money before walking back to the living room.

𝐀𝐱𝐥: are you sure mommy lets you eat in here?

He says while cutting up a piece for her and putting it on a plastic plate picking her up and putting her on the couch.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚: yes axlll

He looks at her before sighing and nodding handing her the plate watching her eat. He goes to the kitchen getting her a glass of juice and himself a beer. Walking back to the living room he helps her drink and sits down next to her eating some pizza himself while putting on her favorite cartoon.

Later after they finished eating they cleaned up the mess of Barbie’s and food they made.

He gave her a bath before putting her into a pjyamas and braiding her hair. He brushed her teeth as-well getting her all ready for bed. He walks down to the living room sitting down on the couch Aurora laying down in his lap as they keep watching the cartoon series.

After what felt like forever you came home walking in and throwing off your jacket and shoes walking into the living room and smiling calling out for us. Aurora immediately jumps up running over to you and hugging your leg while yelling “mommy!”

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Hey sweetheart

You pick her up and kisses her forehead before walking over to me giving me a peak on the lips and smiling

𝐘𝐨𝐮: did she behave good?

𝐀𝐱𝐥: yeah she was really nice

You smile and nod saying thank you and kissing me before walking upstairs getting her into bed. After that you walk back downstairs to me. I get you some left over pizza and we cuddle the rest of the night.

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬�� 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 <𝟑

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ! <𝟑𝟑

#axl rose fanfic #axl gnr #axl rose #fluff #father #relationship #stepdad #guns n roses #glam rock #hard rock #beautiful model #barbie #city #fatherhood #80s aesthetic #90s aesthetic

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cha-melodius · 1 year ago

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Cold Light

(For @natendo-art, who asked for Loki & Mobius in Norway or Iceland, potentially watching the northern lights; tumblr ATE your ask, but fortunately not before I got your prompt out of it. Thank you so much!)

chamel's fandom fest info | read all the fics

(lokius, 3.6k, M; read it below or on AO3)

With a sickening crunch of grinding gears, the engine of Mobius’ rental car seizes up and leaves him coasting to a stop on the side of the road. He’s about fifty kilometers outside of the nearest town of any size, and it’s late. There hasn’t been another car on the road for a while. His phone shows not a single bar of service.

In short, he’s completely screwed.

For a few minutes he considers his options. He could conserve heat and wait until morning in the car, when hopefully there might be more traffic traveling this route. It’s not yet fully winter, so he might be ok. He could see if he can tell what’s wrong with the engine, though that seems futile. He does enough remote research to have a working knowledge of simple engines, but a late-model car with all its electrical components is probably beyond him. Walking anywhere is pretty much out of the question, though he supposes there’s a chance he might find some kind of farmhouse.

It feels fatalistic to not even look at the engine. With a sigh, he pops the hood and extracts himself from the warm cabin of the car. About five seconds after he lifts the hood, he realizes he doesn’t have a flashlight. It’s probably moot; there’s a rather sickening burnt odor emanating from the engine block.

Lovely.

He’s just turning away when he hears the tell-tale purr of an engine approaching, and a moment later twin headlights swing around the curve down the road. As the light washes over him, Mobius puts his hand up and prays for a good samaritan. The car continues to get closer seemingly without slowing, resolving into something black and sleek and expensive-looking, and Mobius is already mentally cursing the driver when it abruptly screeches to halt next to him. Even if his night vision hadn’t been blasted to hell, the windows are tinted, so he can’t see a damned thing about the car’s occupant until the driver’s side door swings open and a tall person in a long, dark coat gracefully unfolds from within.

“Thank god,” Mobius breathes, sending a cloud out in front of him. It’s colder than he thought. “Hi. Hello. Sorry, my Norwegian’s a little rusty. Do you speak English?”

Lit up from the side by the glow of the headlights, his savior resolves into someone more-or-less masculine-presenting as Mobius approaches, with shoulder-length dark hair framing a handsome, angular face. From what Mobius can see, he’s wearing a suit under his wool coat, with a luxurious green scarf looped around his neck. He looks like he belongs in New York, or London, or at the very least Oslo, and not in the middle of fucking nowhere in the farthest northern reaches of Norway.

“I do,” the man answers in an unexpectedly British accent. “I take it you’re in some trouble?”

“You could say that, yeah,” Mobius huffs, glancing back at the vehicle. “Engine’s caput.”

“Yours?”

“Rental.”

“Ah,” the man says. “Mind if I take a look?”

Huh. Unexpected, but Mobius just shrugs. “Knock yourself out. But, er. I don’t have a flashlight.”

In response, the man pulls out a phone and turns the flash on—Jesus, why didn’t he think of that?—then hands it over to Mobius to hold as he gingerly leans over the engine.

“There was a crunch,” Mobius offers. “Before it stopped.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” the man replies as he straightens up again. Whatever he was doing he seems to be done with, even though he hasn’t touched a thing. He stares up at the sky for a moment, as if lost in thought; in the silence that follows, Mobius watches ribbons of what’s shaping up to be a rather spectacular display of the aurora borealis begin winding their way across the night’s sky behind him.

“So? What do you think?”

“Hm?”

“About the engine.”

“Oh, I don’t actually know anything about engines.”

Mobius stares at him for a beat in disbelief. “Then why’d you want to see it?”

The man shrugs, a vaguely amused expression playing on his features. “Seemed like a thing one does when your vehicle breaks down.”

Mobius can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes him, and he shakes his head. Everyone’s a comedian, apparently.

“I presume you might like a ride?” the man asks.

“Is that a real offer or just something you do when you see someone stranded by the side of the road?” Mobius counters.

The smile pulling at one corner of the man’s mouth deepens. “A real one. Although I think I’m headed in the opposite direction of your travel.”

“Not picky,” Mobius says. “If you can get me somewhere with cell service and a place to stay the night, I’m good. I’ll work out the rest in the morning.”

The man inclines his head and makes an ‘after you’ gesture toward his car, so Mobius grabs his belongings from the backseat of the rental and transfers them to the other vehicle. It’s meticulous inside, all gleaming black leather without a single scuff, and Mobius feels distinctly shabby in comparison. His bag is beat to hell and filthy. He probably should have put it in the trunk.

It’s only once he’s buckling himself into the front seat that Mobius realizes that they never actually introduced themselves. “I’m Mobius, by the way,”

The man’s attention flickers over to him momentarily as he pulls back into the road. “A pleasure to meet you, Mobius,” he replies. But then, instead of offering his own name in return, he just asks, “What brings you Magerøya?”

Hm. Mobius considers pushing, but in the end he lets it go. For now. “Research,” he answers. “I study the effects of climate change in the boreal forest.”

“So you know the area well.”

“Spend three months of every year here collecting data.”

“In the middle of winter?”

Mobius smirks to himself; it’s a question he gets a lot. “Best time to detect the effects I’m looking for.”

What is surprising is how many questions the man asks; he gets Mobius going, and it’s easy to forget that he’s not shared a single thing about himself. Easy, but Mobius doesn’t, in fact, forget. Maybe he wants to be mysterious, but Mobius has brash American inquisitiveness on his side. He likes to know people.

They’re approaching the outskirts of a small village when the conversation lulls and Mobius sees his chance. “So are you gonna tell me your name, or am I just going to have to refer to you as my tall, dark, and handsome savior?”

The man glances over at him, clearly amused, though whether by the question or Mobius calling him handsome is unclear. After another beat, he answers, “It’s Loki.”

“Suits you,” Mobius says, which earns him a quirked eyebrow. “I just mean— I don’t know. But it does.”

“I’m sure my parents will be very pleased.”

“Are you from around here originally?”

Loki glances at him again, his expression unreadable. “Not exactly.”

They ride the rest of the short distance in silence, and before Mobius can figure out something else to say, they’re pulling up in front of a small tavern that’s miraculously still open. The warm lights spilling out of it shine through the window and highlight the fine lines of Loki’s nose and cheekbones, and Mobius spares a millisecond of disappointment that he’ll never get to find out what’s lurking behind those blue-green eyes. Instead, he thanks Loki for the ride and gets out of the car, ducking into the back for his things.

He’s halfway to the door of the tavern when he hears a window roll down behind him.

“You’re wrong about one thing, Mobius,” Loki calls out to him as he turns to look back.

“What’s that?”

The expression on Loki’s face is grim. “I’m nobody’s savior.”

With that, he speeds off down the road like some kind of spirit that has granted a boon and disappeared into the night, leaving you wondering if they were ever really real.

~~~~~

Loki, as it turns out, is very, very real.

Real enough to push him up against a wall outside the one bar in town, slip a thigh between his legs, and kiss him hard enough to bruise. Real enough to dig long, slender fingers into his neck and under his belt, to make him gasp as his hips grind forward, to bite down on Mobius’ lower lip until it stings.

“I’ve got a room in town,” Mobius manages at one point when they come up for air, as he stares up into the night sky. It’s cleared up after the storm earlier, and delicate green tendrils are twisting their way across the milky way.

“Perfect,” Loki purrs into his neck. “Let’s go.”

Running into Loki again had not been on Mobius’ bingo card for this field season. He’d come into town from the field station for supplies, only for the weather to turn and certainly make the dirt roads back to his site impassible. Fortunately he’d been able to grab a room at a little bed and breakfast that was only too happy to have the off-season business. When he’d ventured out to the tavern for a beer and some food, the very last person Mobius expected to see had been sitting at the bar.

At first, Mobius wondered if his company would be welcome after how they’d parted. He’d taken the stool next to him, but left the approach up to Loki. It hadn’t taken long. Loki seemed to be in a better mood than their first encounter. He’d asked how Mobius was doing (fine), inquired about life at the field station (a bit monotonous). Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was something else. Mobius wasn’t going to question it.

The next surprise had been the flirting. Look, it’s been a while—too busy with his work was the old excuse—but Mobius knows when he’s being hit on. They’d talked, they’d drunk, they’d laughed, they’d drunk some more, Loki had suggested they move to a booth, then hooked his foot between Mobius’ in a way that left little open to interpretation.

And now they’re here, Mobius pressed against the wall next to the light switch of his room, even though the bed is barely ten steps away, with Loki’s lips wrapped around his cock. The man is a wonder with his tongue, and it really has been a while, so Mobius is rapidly hurtling toward the precipice of his own release when Loki pulls off with an obscene pop.

“Will you fuck me?” he asks, clear evidence of his previous activities in the rough scratch of his voice.

Shit. Mobius swallows hard. “I don’t have any—”

“I do,” Loki interrupts before he can finish, which is really something. “Will you?”

For all their conversation tonight, he still knows basically nothing about this man. This is insane. But then Loki slides a hand up along his shaft, thumbing teasingly under the head, and he bites back a groan. “Jesus, yes.”

This time, at least, they make it to the bed.

~~~~~

III

Loki is gone without a trace before Mobius wakes up the next morning, and Mobius doesn’t see him again for another three weeks. That, too, is a surprise: Bea said she hired a guide with a boat to take him out to some remote fjord that’s unaccessible by any other means, a new place he hasn’t actually sampled. Mobius imagines some grizzled Norwegian fisherman with a white beard and a wool cap pulled down over his lined face. What he finds when he gets to the dock at the designated time is Loki.

Loki, looking down as he coils a rope next to a small but well-kept fishing boat with the name Frigga painted on the side, wearing a thick, oatmeal-colored cabled sweater, his black hair falling like a curtain around his face. Long fingers that pressed so cleverly to Mobius’ skin work through a knot in the line, and Mobius feels something hot flare in his gut. God dammit, this is not what he needed today.

“You’re the one Bea hired,” Mobius says in lieu of a greeting as he approaches, shifting his bag of gear over his shoulder.

Loki looks up at him, his face unreadable. “It appears so.”

“Didn’t know you had a boat.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“Not for lack of trying,” Mobius says pointedly. To this, Loki says nothing, returning his attention to the rope in his hands. “Did you know it was me when you took the job?”

“I had an idea.”

That’s… something. Mobius doesn’t know what. It feels silly to be hurt by the fact that Loki left without so much as a note when it was pretty clear what he’d been after from the start. They’re not friends; they’re barely acquaintances. They fucked once. It didn’t mean anything.

(It felt like it had meant something, when Mobius had called him sweetheart and said let me take care of you, and Loki had whimpered out a broken please and held on tightly enough to leave bruises on Mobius’ skin that had lingered for days.)

“Well,” Mobius says. “Ready when you are, I guess.”

Things are tense at first. They don’t speak except to confirm the sites on the map where Mobius wants to visit. Loki watches him intently as he works, though there’s no sense of impatience in it. He just… watches, with some degree of interest. Maybe his questions about Mobius’ research that first night in the car weren’t just deflection.

“D’ya wanna help?” Mobius asks at the third stop.

Loki actually looks around like there could possibly be anyone else in the vicinity. “Me?”

“No, the marmot half a hill over,” Mobius says sardonically. “Yes, you. Would go faster with two pairs of hands.”

“Don’t you have a field assistant?”

“She had other sites to visit today.”

Mobius doesn’t wait, just starts setting up the equipment as he has at the previous localities. Somehow, he feels like he has learned something about this man, and his instincts are right. Sure enough, a few minutes later Loki cautiously approaches him.

Got ‘im, Mobius thinks, hiding his smirk.

“What, er,” Loki hedges, “would you like me to do?”

It does go more quickly with two people; quickly enough that Mobius thinks he can get in a few more sites before the early sunset. When he proposes this to Loki, he’s surprised again.

“We can keep going until nightfall,” Loki tells him.

“You can navigate back in the dark?” Mobius asks uncertainly. He hadn’t seen much in the way of electronics in the cabin.

Loki just nods as he stares out in front of the boat. “I know these waters well.”

They settle into an easier routine after that as they visit the remaining sites. Now that the dam has been breached, Loki starts talking again—though for a man who clearly likes to talk, he almost never says anything. He tells stories about nothing, regales Mobius with Norse myths of his namesake, gossips about the townsfolk that Mobius has had occasion to get to know. Mobius can tell that Loki doesn’t think he’s giving anything away, but Mobius is not your usual observer. Not by a long shot.

Night falls swiftly this time of year, and with it comes yet another vivid aurora. The phenomenon isn’t uncommon up here, of course, but Mobius feels like he’s never seen them quite so spectacularly as when he’s with Loki. But maybe that’s just the hopeless romantic in him.

Loki has somehow managed to—accidentally, no doubt—get himself talking about his boat as they head back toward the village, and Mobius pounces.

“Why Frigga?”

Loki is silent for a moment, his skin washed a faint green by the northern lights. “For my mother,” he says, so softly Mobius almost doesn’t hear him over the motor. He looks over at Mobius, and there’s something terribly laid bare in his expression. “To remind me of her and her stories.”

This time, Mobius doesn’t push.

~~~~~

“Who the everloving fuck is knocking at the door at this hour?” Bea says, with no small amount of irritation.

Mobius can’t help but agree with her sentiment, if not her delivery. The field station is three hours outside of the closest village on terrible roads. He’s not sure a single person has ever come out here that they didn’t explicitly ask to do so. Certainly not at nine o’clock at night. In fact, it’s more likely that whoever it is could be in trouble of some kind. There aren’t a lot of hikers around this time of year, but the ones that are here often seem to have a bit of a screw loose. With a sigh, Mobius levers himself out of his comfy chair and heads over to the front door, which creaks on its hinges as he opens it.

The person on the other side is not, in fact, lost.

“Loki? What are you doing here?”

“Well, hello to you too,” Loki replies. He’s quite thoroughly bundled up against the midwinter chill, his nose gone slightly pink, but there’s a tiny, tentative smile curling his lips.

“Hi, yeah, sorry,” Mobius says, taking a step back. “C’mon, get in out of the cold.”

Loki just shakes his head. “Actually, I was hoping you’d join me?”

“Join you where?”

“There’s a clearing at the top of a cliff nearby with excellent views. I have good reason to think the northern lights will be particularly stunning tonight, and I thought…” Loki trails off, looking abruptly sheepish.

“Close the goddamned door!” Bea calls from behind him, making them both jump.

Mobius makes a snap decision and grabs his winter gear, following Loki out into the cold and tugging the door closed behind him. The air has that heavy silence it only gets in the winter, when there’s snow on the ground deadening all sounds. It’s a crystal clear night, and Mobius’ breath plumes out in huge clouds in front of him as he shrugs into his coat.

“You thought?” Mobius prompts.

Loki looks briefly startled. “Oh, I just thought we could… spend some time together?”

“Did you now?” Mobius replies, unable to stop the grin that’s taking over his face. Especially when Loki makes a point to look exceedingly pained by this admission.

“Do you want to go or not?” Loki huffs with an attempt at irritation that doesn’t quite hit the mark. “I brought wine.”

“Oh, well, if there’s wine.”

“I don’t know why I came out here.”

Mobius levels a look at him. “Why did you come out here, Loki?”

“I told you, I was nearby—” Loki tries.

“No one is nearby here,” Mobius says, cutting him off. “Ever.”

A beat of silence passes, then another as Loki looks up into the trees and blows out a pensive breath. “Because I wanted to, all right? Your company isn’t… unpleasant.”

“A truly glowing endorsement.”

“Yes, well,” Loki says, biting down on a smile. “If you knew me better, you’d know that it is.”

“I think I’m starting to get the picture,” Mobius tells him as they start walking. He’s pretty sure he knows where they’re going, since he knows the area around the field station quite well, but he’s happy to let Loki lead. Their boots crunch on the snow as they wend their way through the trees along some ancient path toward the sea. “You’ve been here before,” he ventures eventually, not quite a question.

Loki gives a small nod. “Not for quite some time, though. Certainly there was no field station the last time I was here.” He slants a small smile toward Mobius. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”

“The university said the landowners were very encouraging of research activities on the property,” Mobius says, watching him carefully. “That’s you? You’re the landowner?”

“My mother left it to me,” Loki confirms. “For a long time after her death I couldn’t really bear being up here, so I left its management up to a third party. I do try to keep up with the active projects, though.”

“So that first night, when you asked me about my research…”

“I figured out who you were rather quickly, yes. But I was curious,” Loki says as he slows to a stop near some low boulders in the middle of the clearing. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who made me so curious as you do, Mobius.”

“I’m really not that interesting,” Mobius protests, huffing a self-deprecating laugh.

Loki shifts closer, sliding a gloved hand onto Mobius’ waist and drawing him in until their noses nearly brush together. “I disagree,” he murmurs, then he closes the remaining gap between them.

His lips are cold and dry from the winter air, but they part readily, welcoming Mobius to the heat within. It’s so different from every kiss they’ve shared previously; there’s no urgency, no desperation, no sense of being kept at arm’s length even as they fall into each other. Loki kisses him with slow and unwavering purpose, as if pouring weeks of unspoken feeling into it, all the things he hid behind idle chatter and silver words, and it leaves Mobius far more breathless than can be explained by a simple lack of oxygen.

Eventually they do part, though not without a few more stolen kisses, and Loki pulls him down to sit on the boulders. They huddle close, tangled in each other’s arms against the chill, and because it feels impossible to keep any space between them now that Loki is letting him in.

“So does this mean I get to learn more about you?” Mobius asks cheekily as Loki fishes a flask of wine out from somewhere deep in his coat. Loki gives him a look, and he grins. “I’m curious.”

A soft puff of laughter escapes Loki. “What do you want to know?”

“Tell me about your mother,” Mobius says. “If you want.”

Loki smiles softly at him, and there, under the breathtaking northern lights, he tells a story.

#lokius #loki x mobius #loki laufeyson #mobius m. mobius #loki fanfic #loki fic #loki series #loki tv #my fic #chamel's fandom fest

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aurorawalker · 19 days ago

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name — aurora philippa frances blue h. walker. nickname(s) — none. (she hates nickname.) age / dob — twenty-nine / (12/31/1994) sexual orientation — heterosexual / heteromantic height — 5'6" / 1,68m occupation — actress / model / heiress / philanthropist residence — 1 month in grand marquis ( moved 30, September 2024 ) birthplace ⏤ stockholm, sweden

𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂:

mother — princess eleanor + ( heiress + socialite + philantropist ) father ⏤ hugh walker + ( actor + billionaire + ceo ) brothers — 2 elders brothers. marital status ⏤ single issues ⏤ 1 ( a baby named Bonnie Blue, b. 31 august 2024 ) pets ⏤ ?

𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾:

tw: misogyny, neglect, death, drugs, car crash & pregnancy

Aurora was the only daughter of the British Princess Eleanor and the actor Hugh Walker, the youngest daughter and she has two older brothers.

She has been a very observant kind of person since a child, very quiet. Almost didn't talk to people. On the day she was born, her parents were on a trip, there were famous northern lights (aurora borealis) in the sky, and her family said the sky was blessed with her presence, therefore her father added her name 'Aurora'.

She studied in a boarding school and another part of her life homeschooled. Aurora was the youngest of two men, during her time in school she was a quick learner and her grades were always the highest it was one of her strategies to draw her parent's attention and for being the only 'woman' her father didn't think she'd be as good as her brothers.

Adapting to a new country wasn't very difficult for her. She had a bit of difficulty with social interaction due to her time homeschooled.

Everything in her life she always had to work twice to excel in anything. And yet, she was never appreciated for her efforts. Aurora didn't let it defeat her. In a way, not being as appreciated as the rest of her brothers, stimulated her to battle to get all the things she wanted. It doesn't mean she always got what she wanted.

She graduated in entrepreneurship. During her graduation, she met a guy that she quickly felt smitten with him. It was something that she always broke up, made up with, and broke up again, this was their cycle until this got tiring to her, and she put an end to their relationship.

He was a terrible influence on her, due to this whirlwind of relationship led to a pregnancy. And before that, she went to rehab twice to overcome her drug addiction, which was something that happened behind the public eyes.

Fortunately for her, she remained sober. Aurora had a complicated relationship with her daughter's father they had agreed when the baby comes they'd co-parenting, unfortunately, he died in a car crash before the baby was born.

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼 + 𝙷𝙲:

Do not call her by nicknames she hates it.

Her acting career begins in her late teens. She is well known for her acting career, she worked in blockbuster movies and has a lot of awards and awards nominations.

She is the only one in her family who worked in the same industry as her father, her older brothers do different kinds of work that isn't entertainment.

She is considering adopting a pet, in which she has no idea which one will be.

She is a very low-key person.

She is allergic to peaches and peanuts.

She is NOT in the line of the throne. In fact, not everyone knows her connection with the royalty.

more to be add

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 + 𝚆𝙲:

....

𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙲.

#pinned.#newbellevouxintro #tw: pregnancy #tw: neglect #tw: misogyny #tw: death mentions #tw: car crash #tw: drugs mentions

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hirocimacruiser · 1 year ago

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Indy Racing League FLAT OUT Infiniti

IRL is a new series that started in 1997 after splitting from the CART series, but it has now become America's most popular formula car race. The IRL series is held 13 times a year (2001) on oval courses in North America. The IRL is represented by the world's largest motor sports event, the Indy 500 Mile, which is held as the fourth race in the series.400,000 people attend this race, which has a total prize money of 1 billion yen and a winner's prize of 200 million yen. A large audience gathers.

Currently, the machines used in the IRL combine a 3.5-liter V8 DOHC non-turbo engine with an open-wheel, open-cockpit, single-seat type car body similar to F1 and CART. The engine is equipped with a rev limiter, which limits the maximum rotation speed to 10,700 revolutions per minute, and the maximum output is approximately 650 horsepower. Currently, the car bodies are produced and marketed by Italy's Dallara, Britain's G-Force, and America's Riley & Scott, and engines are supplied by Nissan and Oldsmobile, named Infiniti and Aurora, respectively.

Through IRL high-speed oval track racing, the ultimate performance testing ground, Nissan In order to prove its technological capabilities and reliability as a high-performance car manufacturer, the company has been competing in the IRL since 1997. In 1998, it took the lead against an overwhelming majority of cars equipped with Aurora engines, and finally achieved its first victory in the IRL in June of last year.

Riding on this momentum, Nissan introduced a newly developed engine to the front this year and began dominating the series. The new engine is the ``35A'' type, which is the same type as the Q45 (Cima)'s power plant and is a detuned version of the VRH50 that was entered in the 1999 Le Mans 24 Hour Race. It is the latest weapon that is lightweight and compact, with a lower center of gravity and improved fuel efficiency than last year's model. This engine was supplied to two teams, Cheever Indy Racing and Dreyer & Rhine Bold Racing, and competed in the 2001 season with Eddie Cheever and Robbie Buhl driving.

The new engine spent the first half of the season undergoing initial maturation, and in the fifth race of the series, Cheever recorded the fastest lap time, quickly proving its high potential and becoming a regular contender for the top positions. Then came the eighth round, a race contested over 200 laps around the 1.5-mile Kansas Speedway. This was the first victory for the new engine. Cheever, the winner, said: ``Today I had a powerful weapon in my hands, the most powerful weapon in the form of an Infiniti.This engine is available to everyone, because it is installed in the Infiniti production cars that everyone drives.'' It was developed based on the engine ``Kara''.

After this first victory, he was unable to achieve any results, retiring in the 9th race due to an accident, and in the 10th race he was in the lead until just before the finish, but fell back due to a mistake in refueling, but in the 11th race, Buhl finished 5th. With Cheever finishing 3rd in the 12th race, Infiniti is closing out the season with a bang. Infiniti's goals for next season are, of course, winning the Indy 500 mile race and winning the series championship.

#Infiniti IRL #Indy Racing League #IRL

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stone-cold-groove · 2 years ago

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AFX. You can’t get any closer to real racing.

#aurora #aurora a/fx #aurora model motoring #comic book ads #model motoring #slot cars #slot car racing

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etpproduction · 8 months ago

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March 16, 2024

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SWAP MEET #50

#Slotcar #Slot Car #Slot Racing #HO Slot #Aurora #T-Jet #Model Motoring #Fray Racing #ETP Production #AFX #TYCO #Poster Design #Art Poster #スロットカー #HOスロット

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endlessly-cursed · 2 years ago

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FBAWTFT- Aurora di Napoli

"𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙚, 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚."

Name: Aurora Ellen di Napoli

Nicknames: Rory

Birthdate: 8th of March, 1905

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Personality Type (MBTI): INFP

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: British with Italian ancestry

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.68m

Weight: 62kg

Body Type: Tall and lean

Skin Tone: Fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): Freckles, several tattoos and acne in her back

Background

Hometown

Aurora grew up in the Di Napoli manor with her three youngest siblings. While her lifestyle wasn’t ostentatious, it was a rather privileged life. She developed a tomboy personality, quickly adopting the 20s lifestyle and becoming the rebel oldest daughter.

Family

Mother: Abigail Jane di Napoli, neé Bennett ( @mjs-oc-corner )

A vivacious and strong woman, Rory loves her mother, and though she gives her strokes by smoking too many cigarettes and heavy drinking, they both have a close bond, she being her first child and helping out with her siblings, especially when her youngest sister came.

Father: Ernest Regulus Maurice di Napoli

A complicated man, Aurora made of her father a better man the moment she was born, for he had grown up in a deeply tramuatized and problematic family, and defying Rory’s grandfather and seeking his path and seeing his fortune decrease, Ernest was changed forever and poured his whole heart in his children, and despite having arguments with Rory, he loved her perhaps the most, being his firstborn child, and was certainly amused of how easily she outdrank him...

Emmett di Napoli

Temperamental, whip-smart and a but cocky, Emmett and Rory got along well and was her confidante, both relying on one another.

Theodore di Napoli ( @mjs-oc-corner )

INFO TBD

Christabel di Napoli ( @mjs-oc-corner )

INFO TBD, though she’s protective of her

Dominique? di Napoli

INFO TBD

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Best Class: DADA, Transfigurations and History of Magic

Worst Class: Potions & Herbology

Boggart: Her father becomes like her grandfather

Riddikulus: He instead recites a very dirty limerick

Patronus: TBD

Patronus Memory: Singing in the car with her parents and siblings

Mirror of Erised: Living free and roaming around the world

Amortentia (what she smells like): Cigarettes, expensive champagne, eau de cologne lavender, coconut, spicy food and plane gas

Amortentia (what she smells): TBD

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

19-35: Wanderer

36-58: Model & actress for the wizarding cinema

59-64: Philantropist

65+: Retiree

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Wanderlust, her family and friends, having her independance

Strengths: Charismatic, charming, funny, enthralling and uses her beauty to her own advantage

Weaknesses: Reckless, vain, full of herself and a complete diva

Stressed: Around men lol

Calm/Comforted: Around women

Favorites

Colors: Blue, red, green and white

Weather: Sunny with a calm wind

Hobbies: Playing roles, being around cameras and talking to people

Fashion: Rory dresses like all the stars in the Old Hollywood

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: TBD, though due to her job she’ll have many husbands and a secret lesbian romance hehe. HMU if you want your OC to be her husband or wife!!

Friends: TBD

Rivals: TBD

Trivia

Aurora is based on Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor

She has made several movies of Muggle and Magical events: she has played as Anne Boleyn in a magical interpretation of Henry VIII in 1936, as a magical Jane Eyre in 1938, in an original project based on the Malfoy family in the regency era and Cleopatra in 1942, among others

She married at least from three to eight times, to hide her liking for women and her many scandals from nude scenes to almost being caught by the paparazzi

She’s also based on Evelyn Hugo from The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo sjehdeud

She changed her name from Aurora to Jade St. Claire, though her family still called her Rory

She met Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn Monroe

She was obssesed with skincare, and included several creams and vaseline

She has a lesbian romance for years that is on and off

She also sang birthday songs for Ministers of Magic and was the mistress of several

She changed her hair to blonde and redheaded for many of her films

Her favourite muggle actress was Romy Schneider

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