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Death Race 2000 (1975)

[mycroftholmesian]

RIP Roger Corman 💔 King of the B Films!

His legacy of training young actors and directors to be the best with very little will live on. 🖤

[mr-dead-inside]

DEATH RACE 2000 (1975)

[i-heart-schlock]

“Is that a grenade?”

“A ‘hand grenade’. That handshake is all I've lived for for as long as I can remember.”

[dberl]

If anyone deserves to get Death Race 2000nd...

TV dinner.

[cinemagal]

DEATH PROOF (2007) dir. Quentin Tarantino

[nightmaredazzling]

𝐊𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍 𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐀𝐉 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐃 & 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 2: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐉 (2006)

🎥𝐃𝐢𝐫. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Death Race 2000 (1975)

[ms-snape]

Imagine.. reader is Sirius sister and she is in secret relationship with Severus (she is teacher in Hogwarts too). In Grimmauld place at order meeting Severus and Sirius are arguing again. She can’t take it anymore and starts screaming there on both of them and accidentally came out with her and Severus little secret. And everyone are like whaaat ? Dumbledore is like: I knew it all along.

Title: Secret Forbidden Love

Résumé : Severus Snape entretient une relation secrète avec la sœur de l'intimidateur de son école, que se passe-t-il lorsqu'il le découvre ?

Attention : angoisse, mais fin heureuse

nombre de mots : 2000+

liste maîtresse

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The flickering candlelight danced on the stone walls of Severus Snape's private chambers, casting long shadows that intertwined like the tangled emotions within the room. YN Black, professor of herbology and Sirius Black's sister stood, by the small window, her silhouette framed against the night sky, her heart racing as she felt Severus’s presence behind her. The warmth of his breath brushed her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

“Are you sure this is wise?” he murmured, his voice low, laced with a hint of concern. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin.

“Wise? No,” she replied, turning to face him, her eyes bright with mischief. “But it feels right.” She stepped closer, the distance between them collapsing as she leaned into him. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of them, enveloped in the cocoon of secrecy that their love had woven amidst the chaos of the wizarding world.

Severus’s lips curled into a ghost of a smile, a rare sight that made YN’s heart swell. “You are a reckless woman,” he teased softly, but his voice betrayed the warmth he felt for her. She knew he would never admit it, but his heart was as entwined with hers as the roots of the mandrakes they tended to in Herbology class.

“Only for you,” she whispered, and then she closed the gap between them, tasting the bittersweet flavor of passion and danger on his lips. They melted into a kiss, a moment of stolen bliss that felt both electrifying and forbidden.

But as the summer sun began to rise, so did the reality that awaited them.

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The stone walls of 12, Grimmauld Place echoed with the tension of the gathering Order members. Flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the room, illuminating the faces of those present, each marked by the weight of their shared burden. At the head of the table, Albus Dumbledore sat, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles, while Sirius Black paced restlessly nearby, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Snape hasn’t changed, Albus,” Sirius insisted, his voice rising, a stark contrast to the calm ambiance. “He’s still a Death Eater at heart. We can’t trust him!”

“Enough, Black,” Severus Snape retorted, his voice low and edged with disdain. He leaned back in his chair, dark robes pooling around him like shadows. “I have proven my loyalty time and again. Your inability to see beyond your own prejudice is your weakness.”

“Prejudice? You call it prejudice when I refuse to trust a man who would sell his own soul for a chance at power?” Sirius shot back, fists clenching at his sides. “You are a coward and always will be, Snivellus!”

The tension in the room thickened, and Yn, seated quietly at the far end, felt her heart race. As a professor of Herbology, she had spent years cultivating patience and understanding, but the childish bickering between her brother and Severus was grating on her last nerve.

“Enough!” Yn’s voice rang out, firm and clear. She rose from her seat, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, catching the candlelight. “This is not the time or place for your petty squabbles. We have far more important matters to discuss.”

Sirius shot her a glare, eyes narrowing. “You’re on his side now? You don’t even know what he is capable of!”

“Actually, I do.” The words slipped out before she could stop them, and the room fell silent, a collective breath held in anticipation.

“What do you mean by that?” Sirius asked, voice low and dangerous.

With a sudden rush of courage—or perhaps foolishness—Yn took a step closer to Severus, her heart in her throat. “Because Severus and I are…dating.” The admission hung in the air like a spell that had gone wrong, the shock palpable.

Gasps echoed around the room. But Dumbledore merely raised an eyebrow, as if he had expected this revelation. Sirius’s face twisted in disbelief, anger radiating off him in waves.

“You’re joking,” he breathed, a harsh laugh escaping his lips. “You cannot be serious, Yn. You’re dating him? That—”

“Is none of your business!” she snapped, feeling the heat of her brother’s gaze like a physical blow. “I’m not a child, Sirius. I can make my own choices.”

“This monster has hurt many people before, and you think he’s changed, what makes you think he won't hurt you just as well?” Sirius’s voice trembled with a mixture of fury and heartbreak. “I won’t allow it!”

“Allow it?” Yn’s voice cracked, her emotions spilling over. “Who do you think you are to dictate my life? To tell me who I can and cannot love?”

“Love? You call this love?” Sirius spat, his face pale with anger. “You’re putting yourself in danger. He’s playing you, Yn!”

“Enough!” Severus interjected, his voice colder than the winter winds. “This is between Yn and me. You will not speak to her as if she was a child.”

“The problem is you’re not just some charming suitor—” Sirius shot back, but Yn stepped in, her heart racing.

“He's right, I’m not a child, Sirius!” she yelled, tears brimming in her eyes. “I know you just wanna protect me, espicially after what happened to Regulus, but I can take care of myself!”

The mention of her lost brother struck a chord, and the room fell silent again, the weight of grief settling heavily upon them. Sirius’s eyes softened momentarily, but his anger flared back to life.

“You’re making a mistake! I won’t stand by and watch you ruin your life!”

“Ruin my life?” Yn’s voice cracked, the tears finally spilling down her cheeks. “You've spent most of your life in Azkaban because you chose revenge, you don’t know anything about me or what I want!”

With that, she turned on her heel, storming out of the room. Her footsteps echoed in the hall, a stark reminder of the conflict left unresolved.

Sirius stared after her, guilt gnawing at him. The last time he had seen his sister cry was when Regulus died, and the memory twisted in his chest like a knife. But pride held him back; he didn’t want to admit he was wrong.

“Leave her be, Sirius,” Dumbledore said softly, his voice filled with understanding. “She needs time.”

“Time? She’s with him!” Sirius snapped, gesturing toward Severus. “What if he hurts her? I won’t let that happen!”

Severus, who had remained silent through most of the confrontation, felt a flicker of something akin to guilt. He hadn’t meant for this to happen. He hadn’t wanted to cause a rift between the siblings.

“I’ll speak to her,” he said, rising from his chair.

“Not without my permission,” Sirius warned, eyes fierce.

“Enough!” Dumbledore interjected, his voice commanding. “This is not a battlefield, gentlemen. We are fighting a war, and if you cannot set aside your differences for the sake of the mission, you will find yourselves at a greater loss.”

“And Sirius, you must know that we are often surprised by the paths others choose,” Dumbledore continue, his voice gentle but firm. “But it is not our place to judge the journey, only to trust that love—wherever it is found—brings with it the potential for great courage and even greater understanding.”

Sirius’s shoulders slumped, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. He turned away, staring out the window at the darkening sky.

Yn leaned against her door, her heart racing, tears streaming down her face. How had it come to this? She had hoped that her relationship with Severus would be a source of strength, not a point of contention. She felt trapped between loyalty to her brother and her love for Severus, a tangled web of emotions that left her feeling breathless.

A soft knock interrupted her thoughts, and she wiped her eyes hastily. “Go away,” she called, her voice thick with sadness.

“Yn?” Severus’s voice was low, almost tentative. “May I come in?”

She hesitated but finally opened the door. Severus stood there, his dark eyes searching hers, concern etched on his features.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, stepping inside. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“It’s not your fault,” she replied, shaking her head. “It’s just…Sirius doesn’t understand. He’s hurting and he's doesn't see it.”

“I know.” Severus’s voice was gentle, a contrast to the sharpness that had characterized their earlier confrontation. “But I can’t change who I am. I can’t change how I feels. All I can do is be here for you.”

The sincerity in his voice warmed her, and she took a shaky breath. “I don’t want to choose between you two,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “But I feel like I have to.”

“You don’t,” he said firmly, crossing the room to stand before her. “You can be loyal to your brother and still love me. He’ll come around eventually.”

“But what if he doesn’t?” she whispered, looking up at him, searching for reassurance. “What if I lose him forever? I've already spent twelve years without him, Severus”

Severus reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Then we will find a way to make it work. Together.”

His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she leaned into him, the warmth of his body grounding her in the chaos of her thoughts.

Days passed, the tension palpable within Grimmauld Place. Sirius avoided her, and every time she caught a glimpse of him, guilt twisted in her stomach. She missed her brother, and the silence between them felt insurmountable.

One evening, as Yn prepared for bed, a soft knock broke through her thoughts. She opened the door to find Sirius standing there, his expression a mix of determination and regret.

“Can I come in?” he asked, voice softer than she’d ever heard.

“Of course,” she replied, stepping aside.

Sirius entered, shifting awkwardly in the small space, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “I’ve been a right git,” he began, his voice low. “And I’m sorry. I just…” He hesitated, searching for the words. “I don’t want to see you get hurt. Not again.”

Tears pricked her eyes, and she nodded, unable to speak.

“I know I can’t dictate your life,” he continued, his voice gaining strength. “But I’m your brother, and I care. I just—” He paused, taking a deep breath. “If you’re going to be with him, I need to know that he’s not going to hurt you.”

Yn crossed her arms, heart racing. “He won’t, Sirius. He’s different now. He’s changed.You just weren't here to see it”

Sirius studied her for a moment, the anger in his eyes fading, replaced by something softer. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy” she said firmly. “With him. I love him, Sirius.”

The confession hung in the air, and Sirius let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I hate that I can’t just accept this,” he muttered, pacing the room. “I just—he’s Snape. He’s always been Snape.”

“Maybe it’s time to let that go,” she said, her voice steady. “You have to let me make my own choices.”

Sirius stopped, turning to face her, vulnerability etched in every line of his face. “I just wish you’d chosen someone else, someone-”

“Someone safer?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You want me to date someone you approve of? That’s not how love works, Sirius. It’s not just about safety; it’s also about connection and heart.”

He opened his mouth to argue but then closed it, the fight leaving him. “I don’t want to lose you,not after… Regulus” he admitted, his voice breaking.

“You won’t,” she promised, stepping closer, reaching for his hands. “I’ll always be your sister, no matter what.”

A silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Then, Sirius pulled her into a tight embrace, and she melted against him, feeling the warmth of family wrap around her.

“I just want you to be safe,” he murmured into her hair, and she felt the tremor in his voice.

“I will be,” she whispered back, her heart swelling with love for her brother. “I promise.”

The next day, as the sun broke through the clouds, casting light upon the darkened house, Yn found Severus in the garden, tending to the herbs she had planted. The vibrant greens and delicate blooms stood in stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of Grimmauld Place.

“Hey,” she said softly, approaching him.

Severus looked up, his expression softening at the sight of her. “How did your conversation with your brother go?”

“He’s…coming around,” she replied, a small smile breaking through her earlier worries. “He just needs time.”

“Time,” Severus echoed, a hint of skepticism in his tone. “That can be a double-edged sword.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, reaching out to touch a petal of a blooming herb. “But I think he’ll come to see that we’re not just some reckless fling. This is real between us.”

Severus stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers. “And what if he doesn’t? What if he never accepts this?”

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” she said firmly, determination swirling within her. “I won’t let fear dictate my happiness.”

For a moment, Severus studied her, and then his lips curled into a rare smile. “You are far more stubborn than I anticipated.”

“Stubbornness is a family trait,” she teased, her heart swelling with affection. “But that doesn't stop me from loving you”

As they stood together, the sun casting a warm glow around them, Yn felt a sense of peace settle within her. The path ahead was uncertain, but her heart was anchored in the knowledge that love, no matter how complicated, was worth fighting for.

And as the winds of change swept through the garden, Yn knew she would stand strong—both for herself and for the love she had chosen, no matter who stood against her.

[theflowergothic]

Kelly Piquet Master Timeline - Amendment 1 (Some things I missed the first time around)

(Masterlist)

Hey y'all! Welcome to the first amendment for the Kelly timeline! In these amendments, I will be adding things that happened during already-published parts of the timeline, but did not add before for a variety of reasons (not knowing about it, not having proof for it before, etc).

Sorry this took a bit to release. I've been dealing with a bit of irl stuff this past week that took my attention away from working on Max/Kelly things aside from updates to the timeline. In fact, you might have seen me crack on Twitter over it! Yay!

By the way, you may notice some repeats from the official timeline. Those are events that I did cover in the original, but with new information/context that I initially missed.

Let's go!

As always, you can find the full timeline here.

A new person has entered the grid!

Christiano “Tuka” Rocha: A former Brazilian race car driver Kelly considers her first love. The two would remain in touch until his tragic death in a plane crash in 2019.

1999

March-October, 1999: The 1999 F1 season. Jos serves as a test driver for the Honda Formula 1 Project.

2000

Unknown dates, 2000:

Kelly and Tuka meet. She is most likely 11 and he is most likely 18.

2002

Unknown dates, 2002:

Tuka visits Kelly and her family while she is visiting France. She is most likely 13 and he is most likely 20. (Archive)

2004

May, 2004: The Jordan racing team considers Jos as a replacement driver for an underperforming Giorgio Pantano. But, a test drive is canceled after he discovers he is too big to fit in the car.

2012

November 10-11, 2012: Max has a series of flirty/amorous exchanges with former world karting champion Laura Tillett on Twitter. She is 21 and he is 15. (Archive) 

December 7-10, 2012: Max has more flirty exchanges with Laura Tillett on Twitter. She is still 21 and he is still 15.

2015

September 30, 2015: Max turns 18. He spends the day obtaining his road driving license. He would move to Monaco shortly afterwards. (Archive 1, 2)

Mikaela also posts on Twitter to celebrate Max’s birthday, calling him her “love”. (Archive)

2016

December, 2016: Kelly leaves her job at Formula E. Officially, she claims she resigned because of burnout, mentioning she “was literally on a plane every week” to a new destination. But, unconfirmed rumors claim she was fired for sleeping with a married man. (Archive)

2018

September 14, 2018:  Kelly likes an Instagram post by Victoria. This would be her first of many likes on Victoria’s Instagram.

September 23, 2018: Victoria likes an Instagram post by Kelly. This would be her first of many likes on Kelly’s Instagram.

September 30, 2018: Max turns 21. Lando makes an Instagram post wishing him a happy birthday. It is not liked by Max, but it is liked by Kelly.

October, 2018: Kelly likes several more of Lando’s Instagram posts.

Late October-Early November, 2018: Kelly and Daniil’s daughter is conceived.

November 13, 2018: Lando makes an Instagram post celebrating his 19th birthday. It would be liked by Kelly.

2019

January 8, 2019: Lando likes an Instagram post by Kelly. This would turn out to be one of several posts he would like on her account throughout 2019 and 2020, including a post about breastfeeding.

March 17, 2019: Lando makes his F1 debut at the 2019 Australian Grand Prix, driving for McLaren. He would finish in 12th place. At this point, he is 19 years old. (Archive)

On the same day, Victoria likes a post by Kelly. She would proceed to like several more posts on Kelly’s account throughout her pregnancy, with Sophie doing the same on some of the same posts.

November 14, 2019: Tuka is seriously injured in an airplane crash near Bahia, Brazil. (Archive)

November 17, 2019: Tuka succumbs to his injuries sustained in the plane crash at the age of 36. He is memorialized as a hero for trying to save the lives of others  in the same crash. (Archive)

November 19, 2019: Kelly makes a memorial post for Tuka on Instagram, calling him her “first love” and mentioning he made her “feel like the most special girl in the world” and “feel very special feelings”. (Archive)

December 4, 2019:  Daniil makes an Instagram post about the end of the F1 season. Kelly likes the post. It would turn out to be her last like on his account.

December 6, 2019 (Most likely): Kelly and Daniil end their relationship. While Kelly makes a since-deleted Instagram post implying she broke up with Daniil, varioussources claim it was Daniil who broke up with Kelly for a variety of reasons.

2020

Unknown dates, 2020:

Max and Dilara break up. Despite that, Victoria, Sophie, and Jos continue to follow her on Instagram. Daniil would also follow her at a later date.

January 31, 2020: Kelly likes another Instagram post by Max. This would turn out to be one of several posts she would like on his account throughout 2020.

2021

July 16-18, 2021: The 2021 British Grand Prix. During the first lap, Lewis attempts to overtake Max, resulting in the latter retiring and going to the hospital after a collision. Max would be released that same day.. Lewis receives a 10-second penalty, but ultimately wins the race. (Archive)

Initial reports would say Max was unharmed in the collision. But, in subsequent interviews, Max would admit he felt the after-effects of it in races, including blurred vision. (Archive 1, 2)

September 3-5, 2021: The 2021 Dutch Grand Prix. Max achieves poll position and finishes first, starting a three-year winning streak at the race. (Archive)

Kelly leaves the race altogether after qualifying, and Max spends a night at his motorhome on the track. According to speculation, Kelly and Jos had a fight over her sharing photos in his residence. Jos unfollows Kelly on Instagram.

2023

Unknown dates, 2023:

An anonymous Tumblr user makes a summary of the rumors and scandals surrounding Kelly to that point. (Archive)

2024

June 21-23, 2024: The 2023 Spanish Grand Prix. Max starts in P2 and finishes first. This would turn out to be his last Grand Prix victory until November. (Archive)

June 28-30, 2024: The 2024 Austrian Grand Prix. Max finishes first in the Saturday sprint race. This would turn out to be his last victory in general until October. (Archive)

During the second half of the main race,  Lando makes multiple attempts to overtake Max. This culminates in a collision when the latter tries to block him. Lando would retire from the damage, and Max would place fifth. (Archive 1, 2) 

Of note is that while Kelly posted about Max’s pole positions and sprint win, she would not say anything about the results of the main race.

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Death Race 2000 (1975)

[meadowfics]

red, white, and game over

an american squid game story

last chapter - chapter one - chapter two

summary: venus, a 21-year-old college dropout drowning in debt, enters the american version of squid game. a deadly competition with a $50.1 million prize. desperation drives her to save herself, but she never expects to meet chloe, a tough yet kind person fighting to save their family. together, they face impossible odds, but in the game where betrayal reigns, love might be their greatest risk of all.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: this work is a fan fiction inspired by the netflix original series Squid Game, created by hwang dong-hyuk. all rights to the original concept and characters belong to their respective creators and rights holders. this story is a fictional work based on the original series and includes original characters and settings. this is written purely for entertainment and non-commercial purposes. angst, violence, homicide, mentions of death, descriptions of illness, and reader discretion is advised. I am not responsible for the content you choose to read.

venus's eyes fluttered open to the sight of a high ceiling, its beams crisscrossing above her like the skeleton of a massive warehouse. 

the light was cold and artificial, casting a strange sterile glow over the space. she blinked a few times, her head pounding faintly as she tried to piece together what had happened.  

ven’s first thought was her outfit. the jacket she had been wearing for years was gone, replaced by a dark blue tracksuit that felt rough against her skin. 

she looked down, noticing the number 444 stitched onto the left side of her chest in stark white lettering.  

ven’s brow furrowed. 

“what the hell…?” she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.  

she pushed herself up, her body stiff from the hard mattress of the bunk she realized she was on. looking around, she saw rows upon rows of metal bunks, each one occupied by a person either just waking up like her or already sitting up, their faces painted with confusion and fear.  

venus swung her legs over the edge of her bunk, taking a deep breath to steady herself. the brown eyes of hers gaze swept across the vast room, the sheer number of people making her stomach churn. 

how many were here? dozens? hundreds? the air felt heavy, thick with unease.  

suddenly, music began to play.  

venus froze as the strange, jaunty tune filled the space, its tone unnervingly out of place. it was the kind of music she might have heard in an old 2000s cartoon, the cheerful notes clashing with the cold, industrial atmosphere of the warehouse.  

the woman’s sight darted to the front of the room, where a stage stood, its purpose unclear. something about it set her teeth on edge.  

still sitting, venus shifted her position and leaned against the ladder of her bunk. her thoughts raced, but nothing made sense.  

“do you know what’s going on?”  

venus turned her head sharply at the sound of a voice, her eyes landing on a girl standing nearby. she was black, with neatly done box braids that framed her face, her features soft yet striking. 

the number 127 was stitched onto her jacket, mirroring venus’s own.  

the girl’s expression was tense, her dimples barely visible as her brows knitted in worry.  

venus hesitated, swallowing hard before responding. 

“no, not really.”  

the girl gave a small nod, her lips pressing together as though she had been hoping for a better answer.  

venus pushed herself to her feet, descending the ladder cautiously. the cold floor met her sneakers as she stepped onto the ground, her legs still unsteady.  

she glanced around once more, scanning the faces of the people gathered near the center of the room. whispers and murmurs filled the air, their confusion mirroring her own.  

venus took a deep breath, forcing herself to step forward, joining the others. whatever this was, she had to figure it out. and fast.  

the woman’s legs drifted toward a cluster of older women, their faces etched with lines that hinted at lives far from easy. some appeared to be in their 40s, others closer to their 50s, their tracksuits fitting awkwardly over bodies that had clearly endured their own struggles. 

venus didn’t know why she gravitated to this group—maybe because their presence felt steadier, calmer, in contrast to the frantic energy buzzing around the room.  

the brown eyes of hers scanned the sea of people, taking in the overwhelming variety. it was the first thing that struck her.. how different everyone looked.  

there was a tall man with broad shoulders and a scruffy beard, his tracksuit unzipped halfway as though he didn’t care. 

a petite woman stood nearby, her blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, her nervous energy radiating in the way she kept shifting from foot to foot.  

venus’s gaze landed on another man, this one younger, maybe in his 20s, with bright blue hair and piercings scattered across his face. a silver hoop hung from his eyebrow, a stud gleamed in his nose, and his lip ring shifted as he muttered something to the man beside him.  

a middle-aged hispanic woman stood off to the side, her dark hair streaked with gray and tied back into a loose braid. next to her was a wiry asian man with glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his expression unreadable.  

venus kept scanning—black, white, asian, hispanic, tall, short, fat, skinny, blond, brunette, and everything in between. no two people looked the same.  

it shouldn’t have surprised her. this was the united states, after all. a melting pot, they called it. but here, in this room, with everyone dressed in identical dark blue tracksuits, the diversity felt stark.  

each face carried its own story, its own reason for being here. venus could see it in the way they held themselves, in the way some stared at the floor, others glanced around nervously, and a few crossed their arms in defiance, as though daring someone to explain what the hell was going on.  

venus folded her arms and leaned back slightly, trying to make herself smaller in the overwhelming crowd. whatever this was, it wasn’t normal. and yet, there they all were.. so different, but bound together by whatever force had brought them to this strange, surreal place.  

she caught snippets of whispered conversations as she stood there, fragments of words carried by the uneasy murmurs that filled the room.  

“what is this?”  

“where are we?”  

“they took my phone…”  

“is this some kind of sick joke?”  

venus pressed her lips together, her unease growing with every passing second. this wasn’t just some random coincidence. whoever had orchestrated this had gone out of their way to gather people from every walk of life.  

the thought made her stomach churn. whatever was about to happen, it wasn’t going to be good.  

a loud, mechanical groan cut through the uneasy murmurs, echoing off the walls of the warehouse like space. venus snapped her head toward the source of the noise, her heart jumping in her chest.

 the massive door on the stage slid open with a heavy clank, revealing a group of guards marching in perfect unison.  

the guards wore identical pink suits, their faces obscured by smooth masks adorned with simple shapes.. circles, triangles, squares. none of them carried visible weapons, though the sight of their synchronized movements and eerie composure was enough to make venus’s skin crawl.  

she tried to calm herself, taking a deep breath and reminding herself that they didn’t look armed. still, the unsettling uniformity of it all made her stomach twist.  

the guards walked in precise formation, their boots hitting the ground with an almost mechanical rhythm. the one in the center, slightly taller than the others, seemed to radiate an aura of authority. venus couldn’t help but wonder: who were they behind those masks? were they just ordinary people, like her?  

did they apply for this job? is there a listing for ‘creepy pink-suited guard’ somewhere on indeed? she thought bitterly, trying to suppress her rising fear.  

around her, the other participants were frozen, their faces a mixture of terror and curiosity. venus glanced to her left and noticed a woman standing nearby.. a biracial lightskin woman like herself, with curly hair tied back in a bun. the fear on her face was unmistakable, her number.. 200.. tark against the dark blue of her tracksuit.  

venus’s gaze returned to the front, where the tall guard in the middle stepped forward. the silence in the room was suffocating as everyone waited for him to speak.  

“i would like to extend a heartfelt welcome to you all,” the man said, his voice monotone and distorted. venus’s stomach dropped.. there had to be some kind of voice manipulator in the mask, turning his words robotic and cold.  

“everyone here will participate in six different games over the course of six days,” he continued. 

“those who win all six games will receive a huge cash prize.”  

venus swallowed hard, her throat dry. she felt the weight of the words sink in, her mind spinning with questions.  

before anyone could process what had been said, a boy’s voice cut through the silence, loud and angry.  

“why the hell should we believe you?” the boy yelled, his voice laced with panic and defiance. he couldn’t have been older than nineteen, his lanky frame tense as he glared at the guards. 

“you drugged us in the van and took all our stuff to put us in here. this shit is sketchy!”  

venus glanced at him, noting his sharp features and the unmistakable accent that screamed new york or new jersey.  

“he’s right!” another voice chimed in. a blonde girl, maybe venus’s age, stepped forward, her arms crossed defiantly. she looked like the epitome of the all-american girl… blue eyes, soft waves cascading down her shoulders, and an air of confidence that made venus wonder how someone like her had ended up here.  

“how are you going to pay us?” the blonde asked, her voice steady but tinged with suspicion. 

“we’re in some weird-ass warehouse. this doesn’t exactly scream ‘legitimate.’”  

venus glanced at the guards, her curiosity momentarily outweighing her fear. the boy and the blonde girl weren’t wrong.. everything about this was off. however, the promise of money… it was impossible to ignore.  

the tall guard tilted his head slightly, as if acknowledging the outbursts. “the measures we took were necessary to ensure the confidentiality of this location and our identities,” he explained, his tone unwavering and clinical.  

venus clenched her fists at her sides, her mind racing. the words were meant to calm them, to rationalize the situation, but they only made her feel more trapped.  

the woman’s gaze darted around the room, catching the wide eyes and furrowed brows of those around her. the tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, and venus couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in her gut.  

“can you at least give us a reason as to why we should trust you?” a voice broke through the tense silence, clear and sharp.  

venus’s gaze shifted toward the source.. a woman with curly hair, standing a few paces ahead. the expression was a mix of defiance and fear, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as though she were trying to hold herself together.  

venus noticed the faint indentations on the bridge of the girl’s nose, the kind left behind by glasses. 

she must’ve been wearing them before they took our stuff, venus thought absently.  

the woman’s tone was firm, but there was a slight quiver in her voice, betraying the uncertainty she was trying to hide.  

the tall guard in the center turned his head toward her slowly, his mask unreadable. the motion was deliberate, calculated, as though he were sizing her up.  

“trust,” he said, his distorted voice echoing through the room, “is something you will have to decide for yourselves.”  

venus felt her stomach churn at the non-answer. it wasn’t comforting. it wasn’t anything.  

the medium toned girl with the curly hair frowned, her brows knitting together. 

“that’s not an answer,” she said, her voice rising slightly.  

venus caught the way a few others nodded in agreement, their murmurs rippling through the crowd like a rising tide. the tension was growing, the fragile thread of control in the room threatening to snap.  

"player 099, chloe dan chapman," the guard’s distorted voice echoed through the room, cutting through the murmurs like a knife.  

venus’s head snapped toward the source of the announcement just as the lights dimmed, casting long shadows over the warehouse. above them, a large screen flickered to life, showing grainy footage of a woman sitting across from the professional-looking man venus had met in the parking lot playing heads or tails.  

her stomach twisted. 

wait, that man was recording us?

the video played out in stark detail: the coin flipping through the air, chloe’s hesitant choice, the stack of hundred-dollar bills on the table. venus couldn’t tear her eyes away, even as the weight of realization settled heavily on her chest.  

the guard’s voice broke the silence again, clinical and detached. 

“age 26, former corporate employee at tesla,” he stated. 

“you fell for a scam that caused you to lose everything, on top of your parents currently fighting for their lives on life support, which takes any money you’re able to make. current debt: 4.1 million dollars.”  

venus swallowed hard, her gaze flicking to chloe, who stood frozen in place. the light from the screen illuminated her face, her expression one of deep shame. the woman’s head dipped forward, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her circumstances now laid bare for everyone to hear.  

venus felt a pang of sympathy rise in her chest. she didn’t know this girl, but hearing her story hit too close to home.  

the guard moved on, their voice cold and methodical as they began rattling off more names and debts, faster this time, like a grim roll call.  

“player 361, addison king, 278 thousand in debt.”  

“player 134, mia shim, 1.2 million in debt.”  

“player 299, booker brown, 10 million in debt.”  

“player 369, quinn davidson, 937 thousand in debt.”  

“player 002, penelope michaels, 500 thousand in debt.”  

“player 450, xavi roberto, 437 thousand in debt.”  

venus felt the tension in the room grow with every name, every number. the sheer scale of debt these people carried was staggering. some faces flushed with embarrassment, others grew pale, and a few hardened, as though trying to shield themselves from the judgment of strangers.  

venus held her breath, every muscle in her body tensing as she waited for her own name to be called.  

the guard stopped.  

venus exhaled softly, relief washing over her in a small, fleeting wave… her business, her struggles, her shame.. remained her own, at least for now. she glanced around, catching glimpses of the others, their expressions ranging from fear to humiliation to outright anger.  

the brown eyes of hers lingered on chloe again, the woman’s head still bowed, her hands clenched tightly into fists. venus wondered if chloe’s debt had pushed her to a breaking point, just as hers had.  

“every person in this room is living on the brink of financial ruin,” the guard’s distorted voice carried on, the tone cold and emotionless. “you all have debts that you cannot pay off.”  

venus clenched her fists. the guard wasn’t wrong, but hearing it said out loud like that.. like they were nothing more than numbers, burdens to society.. made her stomach churn. her mind, however, drifted to the one question she couldn’t shake.  

how much money? 

the thought of winning, of finally giving juni a life that wasn’t weighed down by constant worry and hunger, had been her driving force since she dialed that number. but she realized now that no one had told them the prize.  

“wait!” venus called out, her voice sharp and louder than she intended.  

heads turned in her direction, dozens of pairs of eyes landing on her at once. ven’s throat tightened instinctively, but the weight of their stares wasn’t enough to stop her. not this time.  

she glanced briefly around the room, taking in the mix of curiosity and confusion etched on the faces staring back at her. if this were any other situation, the attention would’ve sent her spiraling into anxiety. but right now, she needed to know.  

“how much money do we win,” she asked, her voice firm, 

“if we win all six games?”  

venus shifted her gaze toward the stage, her expression determined, before glancing at chloe out of the corner of her eye.  

chloe was already looking at her, her head tilted slightly, the hint of something unreadable in her eyes. venus offered a light smile, an almost automatic response, before turning her full attention back to the guard.  

the guard’s mask tilted forward slightly, acknowledging her question. for a moment, the room felt impossibly still, everyone holding their breath for the answer.  

“the amount will only be revealed after the first game is completed.”  

venus rolled her eyes, the annoyance bubbling up in her chest. all of that build-up, all of that curiosity, for nothing. she let out a small huff, crossing her arms as she leaned back slightly on her heels.  

the guard continued, explaining that all players needed to sign papers.. though he deliberately avoided using the word contracts. the explanation was curt and vague, but the message was clear: no signing papers, no games, no money.  

venus didn’t waste time. as people began to shuffle toward the front where the papers were laid out, she moved quickly, slipping past the slower ones so she wouldn’t have to stand in line forever.  

she was about halfway through the line when a voice called out from behind her.  

“what are you here for?”  

venus turned, expecting a woman based on the soft, feminine tone, but was instead met with a taller boy. a stereotypical twink is what people might have described him in the american media. the blue hair caught her attention first, matching the shade of their tracksuits perfectly.  

his number, 057, was printed neatly on his chest.  

venus smiled faintly, shrugging. 

“very long story.”  

the boy.. cyrus, as he later introduced himself, smirked. 

“the way this line is moving? i think we’ve got time.”  

venus laughed despite herself, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. 

“debt from funeral costs and hospital bills,” she mumbled after a moment, her tone softer now.  

cyrus tilted his head, the smirk on his face dimming. 

“well, at least you didn’t fall into a scam like i did.” he extended his hand toward her. 

“i’m cyrus.”  

venus shook his hand lightly, her eyes catching on the details of his nails. cyrus’ fingernails were painted a soft, baby pink, with a bold red heart painted on the ring finger of each hand.  

“i’m venus,” she replied with a small smile.  

cyrus grinned. 

“woah, cool name.”  

venus glanced back at his nails, still holding his hand lightly. 

“cool nails,” she said, admiring the design.  

“thanks girlie,” cyrus replied, his grin widening before letting her hand go.  

venus turned back to face the line just in time to realize she was near the front, her stomach tightened slightly as she stepped forward, her eyes locking onto the guard stationed at the table. 

the square-shaped mask they wore somehow made them even more intimidating, their stance rigid and unyielding.  

venus’s gaze dropped to the papers on the table. she leaned in slightly, reading over the bold, neatly printed text.  

#1: players cannot back out of the games at any time.

#2: if a player refuses to play, they will be eliminated.

#3: if the majority agree to stop playing the games, then the games will end.  

venus frowned, her eyes lingering on the word eliminated. the word felt heavy, ominous, but she tried to rationalize it. 

they probably just mean sent home without the money, she thought. 

that’s all.

still, she read the document twice, the uneasy feeling in her gut refusing to settle.  

the guard’s presence behind the table didn’t help. their mask, their silence, their sheer stillness..it all made the process feel so much more ominous than it should have been.  

venus hesitated for a moment longer before finally picking up the pen. with a shaky hand, she scrawled a simple v. f. on the line at the bottom.  

she set the pen down, stepping back from the table with a deep breath. 

an hour later.. not long after the last person signed their papers, the guards began herding all 501 players out of the warehouse room like cattle. venus kept close to the middle of the group, her eyes darting around as they were funneled into what felt like an entirely different world.  

the walls were covered in vibrant, almost childlike patterns.. bright blues, yellows, and pinks clashed with geometric designs that twisted and turned up a labyrinth of stairs. venus craned her neck, following the zigzagging paths that seemed to stretch endlessly upward. 

the playful colors felt disorienting, almost mocking, in contrast to the serious, foreboding atmosphere that hung over the group.  

venus stood behind a shorter black woman, who had her arms crossed tightly, her movements careful and measured as they stopped in front of another set of stairs.  

“this place is huge,” a man muttered from somewhere behind her. his voice was gruff, tinged with exhaustion. he sounded like he was in his forties, sounded since venus did not bother to turn around to see what he looked like. 

she silently agreed with him though. the scale of this place was overwhelming.  

as the line moved forward, a robotic voice rang out, its cheerful tone clashing with the tension in the air. 

“please look into the camera, smile!”  

venus’s eyes snapped forward, her brows furrowing.  

ahead of her, players were stopping one by one in front of a pink wall where a camera was mounted. she watched as the people ahead of her plastered on nervous, awkward smiles, their expressions caught in the quick flash of the camera.  

venus’s stomach churned. 

wtf? she thought, her eyes narrowing.

why do they need our pictures?

she shook her head, forcing herself to stop overthinking. 

you’re asking too many questions, venus. focus on getting through this.

when it was her turn, venus stepped forward reluctantly. the pink wall loomed in front of her, bright and artificial. the camera’s lens stared back at her like a cold, unblinking eye.  

she hesitated for a moment before forcing a light smile onto her face.. just enough to look neutral, neither too happy nor too angry. the flash went off, momentarily blinding her, and the robotic voice chimed again.  

“thank you! next!”  

venus stepped aside, rubbing her arms as she fell back into line. she glanced briefly at the shorter black woman in front of her, wondering if she felt the same unease venus did.  

what the hell have i gotten myself into? venus thought, her jaw tightening as they were led further into the strange, labyrinthine space. the colors, the patterns, the cheerful robotic voice.. it all felt like a twisted parody of something innocent.  

she couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was coming next wasn’t going to feel innocent at all.  

because it was far from innocent.  

venus stood among the other players in a field like space, the air tense. the vibrant colors and playful design from earlier were gone, replaced by a flat, open field that stretched to a towering wall in the distance. 

at the far end stood a massive doll, easily twelve feet taller than her, its unsettling face frozen in a blank, lifeless stare. beside it, two guards stood as still as statues, their pink suits and masks adding to the eerie atmosphere.  

a strange, creeping unease settled in venus’s gut.  

to her right, just a few feet away, venus spotted cyrus, his blue hair was hard to miss, and though he stood upright, she could see his foot tapping anxiously against the ground. 

he was nervous yet confused. they all were.  

suddenly, a feminine voice echoed overhead, robotic yet childlike. venus couldn’t tell if it was coming from the doll or some unseen speaker system. the voice explained the rules of red light, green light. 

venus’s breath caught in her chest. she knew the game. everyone did. it was a simple childhood game, one she used to play with her friends in the days before her life fell apart. back then, the stakes were bragging rights or maybe a teasing dare. 

now, standing here, she had a sinking feeling the stakes were something much darker for the amount of money she wants to win for juni.  

“green light,” the voice called out.  

the doll’s head swiveled unnaturally to face the wall behind them, its motion stiff and mechanical. venus hesitated before stepping forward, her feet moving automatically as the group surged ahead together. she counted her steps.. one, two, three, four, five, six—and froze.  

“red light.”  

venus stood completely still, her breath caught in her throat, her muscles tensed as though even the smallest twitch might set something off. the brown eyes of hers darted around cautiously, scanning the players near her without moving her head.  

the woman’s gaze landed on cyrus again, his body was contorted in an awkward position, his left foot forward, his right foot back. 

she noticed his hands trembling slightly, his face a mask of concentration.  

then, in the silence, he cringed, his body jolting.  

“shit, foot cramp,” he muttered under his breath, but the quiet made his words ring out loudly.  

venus’s heart stopped as she watched him hop slightly on one foot, his balance faltering.  

then it happened.  

*bang*

a deafening bang tore through the air, breaking the silence like glass shattering. venus flinched, her eyes widening as she saw it.. a bullet, sharp and quick, piercing through cyrus’s head. 

his body collapsed to the ground, crumpling in a way that didn’t seem real.  

venus’s brain couldn’t process what she was seeing.  

then came the scream.  

the girl beside cyrus, maybe venus’s age, let out a blood curdling shriek, her hands flying to her face… her panic was short-lived. another bang sounded, and the girl was struck in the chest, her body crumpling like a broken doll.  

chaos erupted.  

players began to run, their survival instincts taking over as they tried to flee the field. the moment they moved, the loud, echoing bangs returned. one by one, bodies dropped to the ground as bullets tore through them.  

venus’s breath hitched as a man sprinted past her, desperation written all over his face. before he could take another step, a bullet hit him in the neck.

blood sprayed out in an arc, some of it landing warm and sticky on venus’s cheek.  

she didn’t move. she couldn’t.  

all around her, screams filled the air, blending with the relentless gunfire. people fell like dominoes, their bodies hitting the ground with sickening thuds. blood pooled in the dirt, staining the field in streaks of red.  

venus’s chest heaved as she stood frozen, her mind screaming at her to stay still. her muscles ached from the tension, but she didn’t dare move an inch.  

what the fuck did i get myself into?

her eyes darted to the massive doll, its head slowly turning back toward the field. the cheery, childlike voice called out again, oblivious to the carnage.  

“i will explain the rules again.”  

venus’s stomach twisted violently, a cold sweat breaking out across her skin. she felt bile rise in her throat as she stared straight ahead, trying to hold herself together.  

again? she thought, her mind racing. 

why do they need to repeat it? i think we get it. 

she didn’t say a word. her jaw clenched, her fists curling so tightly her nails bit into her palms. the weight of what she’d just witnessed..the blood, the chaos, the death.. was crushing her.  

venus’s chest heaved as she forced herself to stay still, her legs trembling. she wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to shake the oppressive fear that had rooted itself deep inside her.  

instead, she swallowed hard and braced herself for whatever came next, hoping her body wouldn’t betray her when the game began again.  

chapter two here

[luminiamore]

ᴜᴋɪʏᴏ

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

..

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐨 𝐧ō 𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐢

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During the Jujutsu Yayoi period around 2000 years ago, a celestial event occurred—a moon that appeared once every six hundred and sixty-six days. This was known as the “死 (shi) moon,” a foreboding omen associated with death. This blood-red moon would dominate nearly half of the night sky, casting an eerie glow. It was under this ominous moon that a human child named Akuryo was born, her mother passing away during childbirth.

Akuryo blossomed into an exceptionally beautiful woman with a rich brown complexion, but her life was marred by the oppressive demands of her authoritarian and alcoholic father, Kaito nō Yurei. She was relegated to the role of caretaker in the household, burdened with ceaseless chores of cleaning, tending crops, and cooking. Meanwhile, her father incessantly belittled her, labeling her as worthless and a disgrace. He even expressed a desire to end her life to alleviate the disgust he felt whenever he laid eyes on her. Kaito despised his daughter with an unruly passion, it haunted her soul for days. She could practically inhale the amount of hatred he had for her, it was far too intense.

Her older brother, Ryojin nō Yurei, the sorcerer of the family, could do nothing but watch or else he too would be subjected to the same treatment, the same resentment. Nineteen more occurrences of the “死” moon passed before a powerful spirit began to stir within her, and within just a year, that formidable spirit had fully embodied her. With jet-black hair flowing down her back, adorned with delicate pink streaks at the tips, she stood tall and resolute. In a swift motion, her hand moved to sever her father's head from his body.

Her hands bore the stain of her father's blood, and soon after, the blood of her entire village. The intricate designs of her old kimono were obscured by the crimson hue, overshadowed by the presence of the cursed spirit, Akuryo. She confronted the sole survivor, Ryojin. Amidst them crackled an untamed surge of cursed energy, a foreboding sign of impending danger. He knew he should have fled, racing to warn neighboring villages of the impending tragedy.

But he didn't.

As Akuryo strode past him, her intent clear—to bring death upon the other villages—he hesitated only briefly before following in her footsteps.

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[theehorsepusssy]

Death Race 2000

[kassiedoodles-xo]

Pairing: Ninja x OC (platonic)

Summary: A mysterious rift between time and magic tears the fabric of the realms. Yuki, the master of magic, the purple ninja and the queen of ninjago, must find the powerful spell to fix this. In an unexpected twist, the team is transported into the depths of Yuki's spell book. The ninja must navigate through the chapters and memories of all the queens, finding the thing that is jeopardizing peace.

In a risky race, the ninja must piece together fragments of memories to uncover the truth. Will they succeed in fixing the rift? Or will Dark secrets unravel a mystery that changes the fate of everything?

Genre: fantasy, dystopian, adventure, psychological Horror

Warnings: blood, fighting, gore, mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying, mentions of death, parent death, sibling death, eldest daughter trauma (iykyk), childhood trauma (lmk if I miss something)

Featuring: OC, Lloyd, Kai, Jay, Nya, Cole, Zane, Morro, Sensei Wu

Status: ONGOING

Started: 19/01/2024

Updates will be slower now as I'm back in uni and preparing for finals.

Word Count (so far): 9220

a/n: this is an additional season plot that i wrote, it most likely takes place somewhere after the Hands of Time. This is also an AU where Morro gets kicked back into being mortal so he's on the team too, for the sake of the story they get along. This will be dark so you have been warned.

For Hannah,

Because you always put up with my crazy bullshit even when we're 2000 miles away and there's an 8 hour time difference.

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PART II | Lunar Dissonance

PART III | Regal Reflections

PART IV | Sucked In

PART V | Beyond the Mirrors Sorrow

PART VI | Veil of Torment

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As part of my nostalgia trip I've been watching various copaganda shows from the 90s and 2000s I've noticed an really bad issue they've got with race. even when they're trying to say "racism bad" what the end up saying is "white people are under too much pressure to not kill black people." And if that isn't America's race issues in a nutshell.

Law and Order episode early 90s, Maranda from Sex and the City, shoots two black teens for making sexual comments to her. One dead, one paralyzed from the waist down. At no point are these kids treated like the victims of a crime. Not by the cops taking their statements(who at that point only know they've been shot and nothing else) not by hospital staff, not by the lawyers. Nobody thinks it's bad she shot them, except one black lawyer but he's more upset that they're "making the race look bad" then that they've been shot for being obnoxious.

csi from 2009. 15 to 20 years later . Episode probably inspired by the murder of Oscar Grant. This time at least some characters say and feel that killing black people that bother you is, in fact a bad thing to do. But again the main "lesson" of the episode is "Black people are too judgemental of people (cops) who kill black people. That poor cop committed suicide because people thought he was racist. Now don't you all feel bad for judging him"

No. No i don't feel bad for him. He shot to kill when he didn't have to. He went on multiple racist rants. He was going blind but didn't want to retire and that got a good cop who was trying to help a kid killed.

I'm glad he's dead.

And this happened at least two other times in csi one two seasons earlier when a character ran over a black guy attacking him. The lesson that time was "Black people can be violent thugs sometimes. And families of murdered/killed black people are being dramatic and money hungry if they think a wrongful death happend"

Much later season in the 20teens. a club burns down with a bunch of young neo-nazis inside. The neo-nazis also beat a Hispanic guy to death who came to the club not knowing who was playing that night. Turns out the club owner set the fire because he didn't want his club to be a neo-nazi hang out. The cops say "but they were just kids. Rebellion is normal" ABOUT A BUNCH OF NAZIS THAT JUST KILLED SOMEONE!!