#don't want to ofend the

[wolfram-afternoons]

my liege, a new element just dropped. the ball

[larluce]

Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

LINK TO THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 (You're here) , PART 6

After the third day Merlin doesn't come back from his visit to Claws' partner, Arthur gets worried and send search parties to look for him. Merlin said he'd be back soon. He wouldn't just leave and abandon him. Something wasn't right. Something bad must have happened. The prince is now in the middle of the Woods shouting his bird's name while other knights keep searching their surroundings.

Arthur: Merlin!

Knight 1: Sire, it's getting late. Maybe we should-

Arthur: No! We're not leaving until we find him!

Knight 2: (approaches running) Sire! I think I found something.

They follow the knight and they find the corpse of a dead merlin and a torn red neckerchief in the grass beside it. There's other corpse of a bigger falcon, obviously not a merlin. The crime scene is clear to Arthur. Both birds died fighting each other.

Arthur:...

Knight 2: I'm really sorry for...uh... your loss, your highness. I know he was very dear to you.

Knight 1: Yeah, he was a.. a really good hunter and... died with dignity! Like a warrior! He was-

Arthur: That's not Merlin.

Knight 2: (surprised) But, sire, the neckerchief is there. It must be him!

Knight 1: And that’s clearly a merlin.

Arthur: Yes, that's the neckerchief and that's a merlin, but it's not MY Merlin. Because THAT merlin is a female.

Arthur can't really blame his knights for not noticing. Even merlins confused Merlin for a female most of the time. But he knew the patern of his feathers well enough. Arthur doesn't know how the neckerchief ended there, but if it is there Merlin can't be far. Soon enough, he hears a familiar chirp.

Merlin: (chirps loudly from a tree)

Arthur: Merlin! (Turns to the sound and, as soon as he lays his eyes on Merlin, he's filled with joy and relief) Thank the gods! What are you doing there? Come down!

Merlin: (shakes his head and chirps in sorrow)

Arthur: (concerned) You can't? Why? Are you hurt?

Knight 1: (whispers to other knight) he's talking to the bird?

Knight 2: Get use to it (looks more carefully the branch Merlin is in) Sire! There's something under the bird.

Knight 1: Wait! Is that a... nest?

Arthur: (in realization, looks at Merlin and then looks at the dead merlin at his feet) Brownie?

Later in Arthur's chambers. Arthur and Morgana comfort a very distraught Merlin who is in his human form holding a nest with 5 eggs as close and as carefully as he can. The three are sitting on the bed.

Merlin: (sad but with no tears left to share) I was too late. I couldn’t save her. And the eggs were alone and needed incubation so I couldn’t leave either. I'm sorry I worried you.

Morgana: (with a hand on his shoulder) We completely understand, Merlin. Don't worry.

Arthur: (with an arm wrap around Merlin) I wish I had come sooner. You shouldn't have grieved Brownie alone. (Confused) Why couldn't you just use magic to transport yourself and the eggs here if you didn't want to leave them? You've done that before.

Merlin: (looks at the nest) Eggs are so fragile, I didn't want to risk them breaking in the way. Besides... (cuts himself and blushes a little)

Arthur: What?

Merlin: (smiles at Arthur) I knew you would come for me.

Arthur: (looks at him lovinly) wait (sudden realization) you didn't leave the nest at all? How did you eat?

Merlin: ...

Arthur: (sighs) I'll bring you some food. Want something in particular?

Merlin: Larks, please 🥺

Arthur: (doubts for a second but then kisses him quickly on the cheek before leaving)

Merlin:... 😳😊☺️

Morgana: Are you going to put those little ones somewhere?

Merlin: (looks around) I think Arthur's window is a good place. Do you think he'll mind?

Morgana: I'll make sure he won’t.

Later. Arthur and Morgana at Claws' grave now also Brownie's grave.

Arthur: At least now they are together.

Morgana: Well done, Arthur. Now you left 5 merlin chicks orphan.

Arthur: (ofended) Hey! Brownie's death wasn't my fault!

Morgana: But if you hadn't killed Claws, he would've been able to protect Brownie and his eggs!

Arthur: Oh, come on! That falcon was more than twice his size. He wouldn't have had a chance.

Morgana: Well, now we'll never know. (Sighs) How did Uther react when you told him you brought a nest with 5 merlin eggs with you?

Arthur:...

Morgana: You haven't told him?! 😨

Arthur: You know how much I had to fight for him to let me keep Merlin! You think he's going to let me keep 5 more?

Morgana: So what are you planning to do?

Arthur: Well, merlin eggs hatch in days time. We can hide them until then. Once they are out of their shell I can leave them in the wood-

Morgana: Oh, no. You're not abandoning those merlins! You killed their parents so now you are going to take responsibility!

Arthur: But-

Morgana: Responsability I said! Now if you excuse me, I'm going to make five more neckerchiefs (she leaves)

Arthur: ...

Arthur: What just happened? 😧

[just-an-enby-lemon]

I have the headcannon that Wilde and Carter actually know way more about ships than they show and are fully making egregious mistakes for the sake of annoying Zolf and Barnes:

"I could be a good pirate." Wilde says. " Ship work it's all just tying ropes and I have a lot of bondage experience."

Zolf is red on the face. Barnes looks like he wants to throw up.

"Ah, c'mon, Wilde, don't be silly." Carter says in a very serius matter of fact tone. "You're ofending our boat guys. Everyone knows the ropes on ships are just decorative."

Zolf is fully ready to punch someone. Barnes has the biggest 'are you guys for real' expression possible.

After Carter and Wilde share a drink and high five.

[simscici]

Previous / Next Beginning (Gen 8)

Image transcripts (PT & ENG):

Regina: Desde o momento que chegamos aqui você está com essa cara de choro…

Callie: Ah foi mal, eu to estragando o clima? Não sei se a Low te contou, mas eu… perdi o meu bebê não restando tanto tempo para o parto normal… Estou tentando lidar como posso, mas é difícil ainda…

Regina: Espera, você está assim ainda por causa daquele feto? Meu Deus, você nem conheceu ele e tá assim? Quero dizer, nem era um Sim de verdade ainda… Tudo bem ficar triste por um tempo, mas tudo isso?

Callie: …

Regina: Aí sério, é cada uma… Hoje em dia você deveria ficar feliz em não ter filhos. Fiquei até com dor de cabeça…

Natisse: Ah já chega. Eu posso saber o que você tanto late aí?

Regina: Latir?? Olha como você fala comigo, garota, eu mal te conheço.

Natisse: E acha que eu quero te conhecer? Depois de ouvir essa besteira que você acabou de falar? 'Deveria ficar feliz em não ter filhos'?! O que você sabe sobre o que Callie passou, hein?

Regina: Ah, por favor, Natisse. Ela fica se fazendo de vítima o tempo todo. Eu tô só dizendo a verdade. O mundo tá cheio de problemas, um aborto é só mais um.

Callie: Meninas, por favor…

Regina: Vocês são dramáticas, todo mundo perde alguma coisa em algum momento, Mas fazer essa tempestade toda? Ela deveria parar de ser um fardo pro Touma e todos ao redor e seguir em frente.

Natisse: Você é patética, Regina. Acha que ser forte é ignorar os sentimentos dos outros? Acha que minimizando a dor de alguém, você parece superior? Eu prefiro mil vezes ser "dramática" do que uma pessoa sem empatia, fria e cruel como você.

Regina: Se acha que gritar comigo vai fazer a Callie se sentir melhor, boa sorte.

Natisse: Não, mas deixar claro que pessoas como você, que acham que podem falar o que quiserem sem consequências, não vão ficar impunes… isso me faz sentir um pouco melhor. E Callie não precisa da sua compaixão, Regina. Ela precisa de pessoas que realmente se importem.

Yellow: Natisse, espera, Regina tem o jeito dela, mas… às vezes as coisas saem errado, ela só não tem tato. Não acho que ela quis realmente ofender Callie. Talvez fosse melhor deixar isso pra lá.

Natisse: Deixar isso pra lá? Low, você ouviu o que ela disse? Ela tá minimizando completamente a dor da Callie! Como você pode ficar do lado dela?

Yellow: Eu não tô do lado dela, Natisse. Eu só acho que, em momentos assim, brigar só vai piorar as coisas. A gente tá falando de tópicos sensíveis aqui, todo mundo tá nervoso… e, olha, Regina só foi infeliz com as palavras. A gente não precisa tornar isso ainda pior.

Natisse: Então é isso? Você quer que eu engula tudo isso só pra evitar confusão? Não é assim que as coisas funcionam, Low. Às vezes, as pessoas precisam ser confrontadas. E Regina precisa ouvir que o que ela disse foi errado. E você… você deveria saber disso.

Regina: Since the moment we got here, you've been wearing that sad face...

Callie: Oh, sorry, am I ruining the mood? I don’t know if Low told you, but I... lost my baby, and it was so close to the normal delivery... I’m trying to cope the best I can, but it’s still hard...

Regina: Wait, you’re still like this because of that fetus? My God, you didn’t even get to know it, and you’re like this? I mean, it wasn’t even a real Sim yet... It’s okay to be sad for a while, but all this?

Callie: ...

Regina: Seriously, this is too much... Nowadays, you should be happy you don't have kids. You’re giving me a headache...

Natisse: Oh, that’s enough. Can I know what you're barking about over there?

Regina: Barking?? Look how you’re talking to me, girl, I barely know you.

Natisse: And you think I want to get to know you? After hearing that nonsense you just said? "You should be happy you don’t have kids"?! What do you know about what Callie went through, huh?

Regina: Oh, please, Natisse. She’s always playing the victim. I’m just telling the truth. The world’s full of problems, an abortion is just another one.

Callie: Girls, please...

Regina: You’re all so dramatic. Everyone loses something at some point, but making a whole storm over it? She should stop being a burden to Touma and everyone around her and move on.

Natisse: You’re pathetic, Regina. Do you think being strong means ignoring other people’s feelings? Do you think minimizing someone’s pain makes you seem superior? I’d much rather be "dramatic" than a cold, heartless, and cruel person like you.

Regina: If you think yelling at me will make Callie feel better, good luck with that.

Natisse: No, but making it clear that people like you, who think they can say whatever they want with no consequences, won’t get away with it... that makes me feel a little better. And Callie doesn’t need your compassion, Regina. She needs people who truly care.

Yellow: Natisse, wait, Regina has her way, but... sometimes things go wrong, she just doesn't have tact. I don’t think she really meant to offend Callie. Maybe it’s better to let it go.

Natisse: Let it go? Low, did you hear what she said? She’s completely minimizing Callie’s pain! How can you side with her?

Yellow: I’m not siding with her, Natisse. I just think that, in moments like this, arguing will only make things worse. We’re talking about sensitive topics here, everyone’s on edge... and, look, Regina just chose her words poorly. We don’t need to make this even worse.

Natisse: So that's it? You want me to swallow all of this just to avoid trouble? That's not how things work, Low. Sometimes, people need to be confronted. And Regina needs to hear that what she said was wrong. And you... you should know that.

[kaufmann-6]

What are the batfamily's thoughts on Taylor Swift?

I think Bruce would dislike her the most but not because he thinks she's bad, but because his kids listen to her so much and people *cough* Dick *cough* talk about her incessantly that it's become annoying and if he hears Dick scream "Hey, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22!" at the top of his lungs one more time he's going to lash out.

Damian probably pretends he doesn't like her. I don't think he listens to Taylor, but after Dick forced him to listen to every single song on the Folklore album he's gained some respect for her writing, that album is really relatable, many songs talk about mental health and some other stuff I think Damian would relate to.

Jason, on the other hand, is the secret swiftie. He tells eveyone his favorite band is some rock or heavy metal one like ACDC (which he does like) but meanwhile he's listening to the Speak Now and Reputation albums on repeat.

Cass probably doesn't care about Taylor that much, but she laughs at Bruce's misery and listens to her songs if it means she can spend more time with her siblings and has something to talk about with them.

I think Tim has some very crazy musical taste. I can imagine him having zero playlists, he just hits shuffle on his library and goes for it. So he likes Taylor's songs, but probably wouldn't be able to name her. He's like "oh yeah I like that song, I have it saved on by library but I have no idea of who the singer/band of this one is".

Babs likes Taylor and she has no shame on admitting that. Dick is the one who turned her, obviously. I think she would sit on an armchair, curled up with a book and listen to Evermore as she reads.

Stephanie doesn't think Taylor is bad, but she probably doesn't like her as much as some of the other members of family do. Maybe she has like, five Taylor songs in her library that she (secretly, she didn't want him to know and freak out) saw Jason listen to that she couldn't deny were good, but she doesn't activelly listens to Taylor.

Alfred, well, he isn't a pop guy, but he obviously knows eveything that there is to know about Taylor because Dick is a millenial and he would spend hours talking about Taylor to Aflie when Bruce got tired of him.

He got curious one day and listened to some of her songs. They weren't his taste but he gets why Dick likes her.

I don't know much about Duke's personality to know for sure but I think he likes her, he probably has a pop playlist on his phone and Taylor is there along with other artists he likes. He’s a casual fan, doesn't know anything about her life but enjoys some of her music.

And finally the ultimate #1 Swiftie, Dick Grayson. He's obsessed with Taylor and has been listening her music since the vey beggining. Knows every song and the meaning behind them, knows everything about Taylor life and the drama stories and calls Taylor and Travis his parents, which makes Bruce extremelly ofended.

He bugs his entire family about the latest Taylor nation news, tells jokes like "I'm in my junk food era" and "you never get out of style, baby", tries to insert Taylor references in every conversations, would absolutely be that friend who would tell you to name your baby Rebekah or Marjorie and broke a coffee mug when he found out Jason liked Taylor, hugging him excitedly.

[thecanvasofmadness]

I hate people who think they are perfect. They don't seem to be human. They think they are free to bring shit into their pockets. I don't want to disappoint you, but we all bring shit, only a few of us dare to show it. I wish you were one of those few, then you would be more honest. Oh, people who think they are gods, flawless angels, free of wounds, pain and bitterness. Look in the mirror, dare to look and recognize yourselves, and stop spitting at those who have already done it! Too bad you think you are immune to being human. Do not be offended by my truths; they are my truths, mine! This is my space, mine! And I only mess with those who think they are gods. This is a cleansing of myself, and I have the right to do it, as do all those who dare to write what is in them. Read and learn to do it openly, and if you can't, walk by or close your eyes! You have to learn to respect people's pain, even if it is shit, because you cry, you hurt, you spit bile in your fucking bubble, and there is never a shortage of people who get offended when all that is written is the pure truth.

Detesto a la gente que se cree perfecta. Parece que no son humanos. Se creen libres de traer mierda en los bolsillos. No quiero desilusionarlos, pero todos traemos mierda, sólo que pocos somos los que nos atrevemos a mostrarla. Ojalá fuesen de esos pocos, serían más sinceros. Ah, seres humanos creyéndose dioses, ángeles inmaculados, libres de heridas, de dolores y amargura, exentos de odio y hiel. ¡Véanse al espejo, atrévanse a mirarse, a reconocerse y dejen de escupirle a quien ya lo ha hecho! Lástima da que se crean inmunes a ser humanos. No se ofendan por mis verdades; son mis verdades, ¡mías! Este es mi espacio, ¡mío! Y me estoy metiendo sólo con aquellos que se creen dioses. Esto es purgarme y tengo el derecho de hacerlo, como todos los que se atreven a escribir lo que llevan dentro. ¡Lean y aprendan a hacerlo de manera abierta y, si no pueden, pasen de largo o cierren los ojos! Hay que aprender a respetar los dolores de la gente, así sean mierda, porque lloras, te dueles, escupes bilis y hiel en tu puta burbuja y nunca falta el que se ofende cuando todo lo que se escribe es la pura verdad.

[owl-falls-au-gravity-falls]

Quick question for the followers thing. May we do au interactions with yours? Like a fanfic or something?

Quick question for the followers thing. May we do au interactions with yours? Like a fanfic or something? Pregunta rápida para los seguidores. ¿Podemos interactuar con tu AU? ¿Como un fanfic o algo así?

IN ENGLISH

Of course you can! You can make drawings, fanfics, and comics, whatever you like, just don't forget to use #OwlFallsAU and use the watermark below, as well as tag me in your posts.

You can publish the fanfics on Wattpad, archive for our work or fanfiction

Fanarts can be published here on Tumblr, deviannart, or on the platform of your choice

If you want to touch on a sensitive topic, you can ask me without problems, whether it is allowed to ship a character or if a sensitive topic is not allowed.

The rules are simple, no incest, explicit inappropriate content involving minors, pedophilia or sexualizing minors, I would like you to respect these small requests if possible.

Things like blood, violence and sensitive topics can be touched on but with due respect, if they are psychological issues such as disorders, they must put a warning saying that they are aware of how delicate the subject is and that they do not seek to ridicule or offend anyone.

If you are not sure about publishing your fanart or fanfic, you can ask me in detail what is or is not allowed.

They are allowed crossovers with other Au's and OC's, as long as the already established requests are respected.

That being said, I look forward to seeing your creations soon, I'm really excited to see what you're working on, I hope my requests aren't too annoying to follow.

EN ESPAÑOL

¡Claro que pueden! Pueden hacer dibujos, fanfics y comics, lo que mas gusten, solo no olviden usar el #OwlFallsAU y usar la marca de agua del abajo, así como etiquetarme en sus publicaciones

Pueden publicar los fanfics en Wattpad, archive for our work o fanfiction

Los fanarts pueden ser publicados aquí en Tumblr, deviannart, o en la plataforma de tu preferencia

Si quieres tocar algun tema sensible, puedes consultarme sin problemas, ya sea si está permitido shipear a algún personaje o si algún tema delicado no esta permitido

Las reglas son simples, nada de incesto, contenido inapropiado explícito que involucre menores de edad, pedofilia ni sexualizar a los menores, quisiera que respetaran estás pequeñas peticiones si es posible

Cosas como la sangre, violencia y temas delicados se pueden tocar pero con el debido respeto, si son temas psicológicos como transtornos, deben poner una advertencia que diga que están conscientes de lo delicado que es el tema y que no buscan ridiculizar ni ofender a nadie

Si no estás seguro de publicar tu fanart o fanfic, puedes preguntarme a detalle que está o no está permitido

Tienen permitido crossovers con otros Au's y OC's, siempre y cuando se respeten las peticiones ya establecidas

Dicho esto, espero ver próximamente sus creaciones, estoy muy emocionada por ver en que están trabajando, espero que mis peticiones no sean tan molestas de seguir

Sin más, me despido, nos vemos en la próxima actualización

[madwomansapologist]

I just read A Match in Hell (IT WAS DELICIOUS 🌷) and there's the line: "Ah, if only you could control the situation. It would make him cry with exhaustion". I'd love to read Michael being submissive for a human reader. Like, it's his first time, he doesn't know what to do but it feels so good. Almost switching between submissive to primal.

hurts so good | michael realman

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synopsis: When Michael creates this neighborhood, he intended to make the five humans lives something worse than the usual torture. Michael just didn't knew that he too would feel tortured. Or that he would like it. [1K]

warnings: human!reader. evil!michael whos not so evil. gaslighting (with the whole "you're on the good place *blink*"). virginity loss.

ps: omg anon you're so nice! hope you like was about to come!

Michael planned everything. The birds always sing too early. A consistent warm weather that is too dry. Clothes without any tags but that still itch somehow. Mosquitoes. Forced monogamy. Frozen yogurt.

Michael really did planned. Eleanor ignoring Chidi's feelings, so scared of physical torture. Chidi overthinking about his own happiness, then about his disguised selfishness. Tahani feeling so lonely, unable to understand why she's never enough. Jason being... Jason. And you.

Without you, things would quickly collapse. A friendly shoulder for when Chidi's is to anxious, but still somehow making him feel worse for lying. You could shut Eleanor's fight or flight response, while still being a reason for her to behave that way. A company for Tahani, but that because of her need to be perfect ends up being one more reason to pretend. One more person for Jason to be scared of.

You were someone who believe to deserves to be on the Good Place. Someone who can torture yourself without noticing. Someone nice enough for no one to think that something is off with this place, but that still makes the four other humans feel bad about themselfs. You were the checks and balances.

But quickly Michael found out that giving you a absent soulmate was a big mistake. Because that absence, that guilt for not being happy, made you search for other people. And thinking that it would be a easy way to torture you, Michael spent time with you.

And that made Michael realize that it was actually quite nice to be with you. To talk to you. To listen to you. That made him think that if everything was different, if the stars had allign, maybe you both could've be friends. Real friends.

"I get it, he likes to work out," you confessed. Sitting across from Michael, the organized office was out of tune with your panic. "But he needs to do it all the time? I don't think he'd ever spent more than ten minutes talking to me."

Michael should've feel proud. He should've feel relieved that his project worked. But why did Michael feel bad to see you fighting your own sorrow? He should've been happier than ever.

"You'll have a infinite amount of time to spent with your soulmate," Michael were really trying to help you. He don't understand why, but he would feel bad if you started crying. "It can take eons for you both to behave like how you think that a couple should. I guarantee you that our sistem did the right thing."

"I know," you felt ashamed to imply that Michael haven't work hard on your neighborhood. He's a god, or at least something similar to that. You don't want to ofend him. "But I feel so lonely."

"But you're always accompanied," said Michael. "I notice that you're approaching other neighbors."

"Not that kind of loneliness."

"There's more then one kind?" Michael reclined in the armchair. "I still don't really know how your emotions work. You guys are often happy when you should be sad and angry when you should be happy, and texting when you should be driving, which is not an emotion, I know, but it's insane. So, teach me, what kind of loneliness is that?"

You laughed, slightly embarrassed. "It's a... physical loneliness." Seeing the uncertainty on his face, you tried to ignore your feelings. "I'm talking about sex."

"Oh," Michael widened his eyes. "I can see why interacting with your neighbors wouldn't hep with that kind of... loneliness. Another thing that I don't understand. Kissing is gross. You just mash your food holes together. It's not for that."

"You never kissed before?" That silenced your problems. "Like never?"

Michael nodded. "Your humans rituals are weird."

"But you have a human body." You leaned forward. "Chidi's from Senegal, Tahani's from Pakistan, actually everyone here is from a differnt place. Different places with different cultures and different rituals."

"What do you mean with that?"

"I don't think that we kiss and fuck because we were taugh that it's how life is supossed to happen," you ran your fingers across his desk, playing with the wood. "We do that because we're curious about our own bodies. So what I mean to say is: have you never been curious about your body?"

Michael crossed his legs. "I... yes. Yes, I've been curious."

And the thing you said next was a summary for why you were chose to this project. You never hear you conscience. Don't matter how loud it screams at you: if you want to do something, you will. Yes, Michael isn't a god. But he still a being powerful enough so you should have a relationship based on respect. You know all those things. You just ignored that voice on your head.

"I can satisfy your curiosity," you stood up, resting your arms on his desk, and leaned in until your face was close to his. "You just have to kiss me."

If things were normal, Michael would've kicked you out of his office. You would've come home embarrassed, hoping that Michael would pretend that nothing happened. But things weren't normal. You're dead, Michael's not-a-god-but-not-so-different-then-one, and his office is private enough.

You told him what to do. And Michael obeyed.

It was a new feeling. Michael never did that before, never imagine that one day he would be kissing a human instead of torturing them. It was new, and scary, and wrong: it was great. It was really great. He didn't plan that, he shouldn't be doing that, but he couldn't stop himself.

You pulled away, forehead resting on his, and felt the warm breath against your face. "Satisfied?" you whispered. You didn't have to open your eyes to understand Michael's response. You felt him deny it, almost exasperated. You understood him. You felt the same.

You kissed him again, and again, and again. Your mouth against his, your hands gripping his hair, until the space between you both was torturous. Without even thinking, unable to reason, Michael just knew he needed you closer.

You grabbed Michael by the tie, lifting him out of the chair, and pulled him towards you. Without ceasing to kiss you, touch you, Michael did what you implicitly asked. Now sitting on the table, you tried to get rid of his suit.

"What..." Michael shut up when he felt your lips on his neck, carressing and biting his skin. "Your soulmate..."

"He can get fucked," you murmured against his skin. If someone ever found out about what is happening, Michael could say he was tempting you. Seeing if you were selfish enough to cheat on your partner. If you were inconsequential enough to fuck someone that you clearly shouldn't. But the truth was the you were the one tempting him. "Sit down."

Michael obeyed you, sitting in the armchair that you occupied before. He watched you take off your pants, as desperate as he was, and climb into his lap. Your weight on him felt right. You kissed him again, guiding his hands down your body, almost begging him to squeeze your flesh.

"Touch me," but that wasn't you begging. That was you demanding.

And so he did. He grabbed you, feeling how delicate your body was in comparison to his, and kissed you again. It was so good, holding you while you kissed him was so good, that Michael almost didn't notice that you had opened his belt.

"Do you want this?" You got away from him, even tho you just wanted him closer and closer. "Do you want to continue?"

Michael kissed you. Ravenously. As if you were the first plate of food he've been served in ages. His hands touched your body, playing with your skin, glued you to him. And with Michael touching you, loving you, you fucked him.

Michael shivered under your touch, your kisses, your bites. He became a mess of groans and hands that didn't know where to touch. "Please," Michael found himself begging for the first time in his long live. He didn't even knew what he wanted.

Bouncing on his cock, you knew exactly what he meant to say. What Michael couldn't say.

And with Michael shuddering beneath you, unable to even open his eyes, there was a certainty in the air: this would not be the last time.

GENERAL TAGLIST: @suakemi @notanalienindisguiseblink

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[42bakery]

Can’t wait till pecco claims he was misquoted about the incident with alex

Anon you want me to get in troubles 😭😭😭😭 (I'm also a masochist because I'm answering and posting this).

I don't think he will claim to be misquoted this time, he will blame ir to the concussion and the aftermath of the crash. As someone said, (not tagging them because they are a Pecco fan and this will upset them), rider are send to the media just after a crash or a race, so the emotions are still raw. However I do know that last year in Catalunya, Pecco was excused from media duties and he still talked with them (his choice, and it was a Spanish journalist who said it). I also know that big names (Re: Pecco, Fabio and Marc at least) are allowed to cancel (and Fabio has already done) their media aparece when they want. So I think in this occasion, there are mechanism that would have allowed Pecco to not talk if he really wanted to avoid it. He didn't, he chose to go and say what he said.

So yes, in m y opinion, he choose to be there and say that and then he will brush it off like always. This is Pecco's MO. He throws the rock and hides the hand, however the damage is already done. He tried to do it with Marc after Portugal, and I think Franco also did it to Álex at the Italian GP (I remember 1 Academy rider saying Álex is a dirty rider who neraly murder/crashes into him and I'm pretty sure it was Franco). The VR46 are closing the lines and gunning at their enemies (re: Marquez)

Also for those who said it's all spur of the moment, it wasn't. Pecco himself said 'it's confirmed by the data', which meant he had time to look at Álex's and his data. He had time to sit and think about it, and he still choose to accuse another rider. I would have understood it if it was straight from the crash to the media pen. But not after taking the time to look at the data.

Jorge Lorenzo likes to call Pecco a calculator or a professor, but honestly it's only true in the way he manipulates media and fans, because on track he's a fucking dirty rider (Look how he closes the line to other riders, not just now) and hot blood (he loses the composure whenever he's not in the front and he sees he can't fight).

Anyway he got what he wanted. He has started a war in Ducati and he now has an excuse to not get along with Marc and throw him under the bus whenever he wants. Maybe he might also try to force Ducati to break the contract with Marc saying he can't be with him because Álex nearly kills him. He also re-opened the wound of Italy vs Márquez and now he doesn't need to play nice.

Anyway, I'm really a masochist for writing this and posting it. If you are ofended, look another way around,.

[groriatrevi10xx]

❄️: Español/Inglés-Spanish/English...

❄️: Ella/El-She/He...

❄️: Estoy vieja.../I'm old...

❄️: Aquí solo hay dibujos basura.../Here there is only trash drawings...

❄️: No se aceptan personas de cristal ni niños rata.../Crystal people or rat children are not accepted...

❄️: Realmente no quiero ofender a nadie, así que no te tomes nada en serio... Nada aquí es real.../I really don't want to offend anyone, so don't take anything seriously... Nothing in here is real...

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{Obviamente me refiero a los personajes y las historias.../Obviously I mean the characters and stories...}

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Avatar/OC... {←Como lo llames, yo lo llamo avatar y no me importa si a alguien no le gusta.../Whatever you call it, I call it avatar and I don't care if someone doesn't like it...}

Nombre/Name: Creadora...

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@vanetheglitchfox

@starlight-dreamer69

@askkassandragf-v-2

@mochi-chan-2006

G: Estos son mis hijos, Vane cuenta como amiga-esposa... Son algo especial en mi vida, te metes con ellos, te metes conmigo... ✨/These are my children, Vane counts as a friend-wife... They are something special in my life, you mess with them, you mess with me... ✨

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[xjulixred45x]

Reading and seeing certain criticisms made towards the Vivziepop characters and their representation of Asexuality/Aromanticy (completely true and justified) made me do some self-reflection and I wanted to know your opinion on the matter.

I have a character, Morgan Huved, who is a villain, Narcissist, an unstable person with many problems who would even become a cult leader/questionable father.

and although I never had a problem with him (he is one of the favorite ocs) I recently realized that he is a Straight/Demisexual, demisexual, part of the asexual spectrum.

I just imagined this because because of Morgan's past (being someone socially isolated by his parents, becoming a sociopath), he can't fall in love with a woman AT ALL if he doesn't know for sure that she's not going to abandon him, that she has the same ideas as him, which is at his "level".

Apart from this, Morgan DOES have the ability to have empathy, he is just very selective, he loved his parents very much to the point that he got considerably worse when they died, he loves his wife very much, and he loves his children in his own way (even if raises them both differently).

Even if Morgan was mentally stable and not self-centered, I CAN SEE HIM even being Demi. but I don't want to offend or just perpetuate more harmful stereotypes of this type of sexualities.

What do you think? Am I doing right or wrong? I am open to criticism in this regard.

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(ESPAÑOL)

leyendo y viendo ciertas criticas hechas hacia los personajes de Vivziepop y su representación de la Asexualidad(completamente cierto y justificado) me hizo hacer algo de autorefleccion y queria saber su opinion al respecto.

tengo un personaje, Morgan Huved, que es un villano, Narcicista, una persona inestable con muchos problemas que incluso llegaria a ser un lider de culto/padre cuestionable.

y si bien nunca tuve un problema con el(es uno de los ocs favoritos) recientemente cai en cuenta de que el es un Heterosexual/ Demisexual, demisexual, parte del espectro de asexual.

simplemente me imagine esto porque por el pasado de Morgan (siendo alguien aislado socialmente por sus padres, convertirse en un sociopata), el no puede enamorarse de una mujer EN ABSOLUTO si no sabe con certeza que no lo va abandonar, que tiene sus mismas ideas, que esta a su "nivel".

aparte de esto, Morgan SI TIENE la capacidad de tener empatia, solo que es muy selectiva, amaba mucho a sus padres al punto de que empeoro considerablemente cuando murieron, ama mucho a su esposa, y ama a su manera a sus hijos(aun si los cría a ambos de forma diferente).

aun si Morgan fuera mentalmente estable y no egocentrico, PUEDO VERLO aun siendo Demi. pero no quiero ofender o justamente perpetuar mas esteriotipos dañinos de este tipo de sexualidades.

¿que opinan?¿hago bien o mal? estoy abierta a la critica en este aspecto.

[putiflowy]

Movie Night! - Mettaton x GN! Reader

Warnings: This fanfic is so cozy it doesn't need warnings expect for a warning warning that there is no warning.

Characters: Mettaton, Papyrus, Sans, Undyne, Alphys and gender neutral reader.

A bit of context: You are living in the skeleton house and you are friends with Alphys and Undyne. You are also a human. That's it.

Words: More than 2k! (I'm a yapper)

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"Are there swords in this movie?" Asked Undyne with enthusiasm about the CD Alphys was holding between her claws. If the answer was 'yes', then Undyne would not shut up throught the entire movie. If the answer was 'no', she would be asleep in no time.

"I haven't watched it, dear." The small doctor softly pulled her girlfriend's arm so she would sit with her on the purple futon Papyrus had left for them. You observed the couple's behavior up close. On the one hand, Undyne was fighting for space. On the other hand, Alphys wanted to be even closer to her.

"Hey, there is still space here." You pointed the green sofa you were sitting at with Sans. However, the girls decided that it was better to stay together.

"I can't wait to see it!" You told Sans trying to make it obvious that you were excited. Undyne and Alphys had found a movie in the garbage that seemed to be compatible with Papyrus' CD player. After all this time in the ruins, you missed human movies. You could not complain though, there was a popular celebrity among the monsters that filled your day with entertainment. His dances and all of the energy he put into the show made everyone go crazy. The reason you were so thrilled was not only the movie, but the tiny probability of Mettaton making his appeareance on this very same night! Alphys had invited him, but it was getting late.

"May I?" Undyne asked taking the movie from her girlfriend's hands.

"If there is anything interesting... wake me up." Said Sans opening his eye for one second before falling asleep again.

"Wait!" You stopped her from putting the CD inside the rusty player.

"What?" She sounded angry from the way she spit that word.

"The snacks are not ready yet!" With that excuse you rushed into Papyrus' kitchen to see if there was something else to prepare.

"(Y/N)!" Papyrus happily smiled when you appeared through the door. You hugged his waist from behind and watched how he carefully cut some sandwiches in skull shapes. Luckily, there was still a lot to prepare.

"Need a hand?" You took a knife and copied his movements.

"THAT'S NOT BAD, (Y/N)!" He clapped his hands emitting a bony sound. "NOW CUT 298 MORE AND WE'LL BE DONE!"

"Papyrus..." You placed your hands on his cheeks trying to bring him back to reality. "It's just you, Undyne, Alphys, Sans and me... and maybe Mettaton. I'm not sure if he can eat, though. So, we won't need that much food."

"IS 183 A REASONABLE NUMBER?"

"Let's make 10 more sandwiches, okay?" You softly grasped his cheek as you looked at the pile of sandwiches he already made.

"ALRIGHT!" Papyrus quickly listened to your demands and placed the cheese on each slice of bread. You repeated the same thing with the slices of pickles for the eye sockets of the bread craneum. Looking at the watch of the kitchen, there was still time for Mettaton to come before you finished the last 10 sandwiches. However, as time passed, you grew more impatient.

"Is he coming?" You raised your eyebrows as you watched the tall skeleton open an XL bag of extra crispy chips and pour it all into a small bowl. Helping him prepare the snacks for your guests was just an excuse to give Mettaton some extra time.

"WHO?" Papyrus opened his mouth confused by your question.

"Mettaton."

"I DON'T KNOW, (Y/N)!" The skeleton sounded almost ofended by your question.

"He hasn't answered Alphys' text and it's already past 9. I don't think he's coming..." You sounded resigned as you said that.

"IF HE WANTED TO COME HE WOULD ALREADY BE HERE!" He had a point.

"You're right, Papyrus..." Despite of the hopes you had, it was not likely for him to show up.

"Have you finished those sandwiches? I'm hungry." Sans made his appearence.

"JUST WAIT A MINUTE, BROTHER. THEY ARE ALMOST READY!" Papyrus answered as calmly as he could.

"Ok, ok..." Sans took some of the chips that had fallen from the bowl to his mouth and then walked to the fridge. "We will need some drinks with all of this food." He took a look into the refrigerator and saw nothing but a can of sweet cherry soda. "Can you get more soda? We are out of drinks." Sans said as he took the last can of soda and opened it in front of you.

"Hey, that was mine you fucking bonehead!"

"You can always buy more." You placed your hands around his neck as if you were going to choke him. He chuckled in return and softly moved your hands away from him.

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"Acid fruit explossion... orange juice... sweet cherry soda... black boba tea... mew mew drink..." You rewatched the shopping list as you held all of the drinks in one arm. On your way to pay for the groceries you found a familiar man waiting in line putting some similar drinks into a tote bag. The man was no other than Mettaton himself. In metal and wires. He was standing there like a diva in a bright pink fur coat and some sunglasess for a bit of incognito mode. As you placed all of the drinks on the counter he took notice of your existence. He lifted his pink tinted glasses to check you out.

"Oh, hi... (Y/n), right?" He asked with a grin on his face. You didn't know how he knew your name. Maybe Alphys had talked to him about you?

"Yes, that's me!" You wanted to keep making eye contact with him, but you had to break it in order to pay for your drinks.

"I hope I'm not too late for the movie night. I wanted to make it up with some drinks and snacks so you guys would not be angry with me..." He explained and you nodded still amazed that you were there in front of the guy you saw on TV. As you two made your way out of the supermarket, he took two long cans of coconut water and offered you one.

"Cheers!" He said in a humorous way before taking a sip from his can. On the way back, you managed to exchange some words with him. Nothing meaningful, but it made you feel more comfortable in his presence. Outside of the TV he was a humble and caring guy. You learned that Mettaton was a big fan of the human traditions, that's why his hotel had so much references to your world (even if some of them did not match reality). You missed some of the things you left up there. Nevertheless, you had built a strong community with amazing people and you could say you enjoyed everything about the life in the underground (except for the vitamin D deficiency).

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"Finally!" Sans exclaimed as he opened the door for you and took the bag you were carrying. He hadn't seen Mettaton who was right behind you.

"Hi, darling!" Mettaton took off his glasses and leaned over to give Sans a tender hug. The short skeleton patted his back in return.

"METTAAAAAAAAA!" Alphys shouted from the living room as she ran towards Mettaton. Their hug lasted longer as Alphys and him hadn't seen in a long time. Mettaton parted when his back started to hurt. He was still sore from yesterday's amazing dance show.

"HELLO, FRIEND!" Papyrus happily hugged Mettaton.

"Darling!" Mettaton gave him a peck on his cheek which made him blush. There was so much affection going on. So much you wished you hadn't gone to the grocery shop so you could receive some. The last one to get hugged was Undyne, it was short but seen from your perspective it made you envious. Next time Sans was getting the drinks.

"(Y/N), I HAVE A MISSION FOR YOU!" Papyrus caught you attention by placing a hand on your shoulder. He needed you to help him get all the snacks on the table. You quickly accepted the mission and saluted him like a soldier to his general. Once you arrived to the kitchen you saw an even bigger pile of sandwiches.

"Did you make more sandwiches?" You asked even if you already knew the answer.

"I PREPARED A 100 MORE, JUST LIKE YOU WANTED!" You shrugged it off and took the giantic tray of skeleton sandwiches with both hands. In order to arrive to the living room you had to walk very slowly. You didn't want to cause a mess after all the effort he had put into those sandwiches.

"Careful!" You said loudly so no one would get in your way. Mettaton appeared in front of you and placed his hands near yours to help you with the tray. You could feel a metallic finger softly stroke against the side of your hand. Even if it was unintentional, it made you blush.

"Are you expecting more guests?" Mettaton asked crocking his neck as the pile of sandwiches was blocking his view.

"No. It seems that Papyrus doesn't want us to be hungry." You both laughed and placed the tray in the center of the wooden table. Mettaton sat confortably on the sofa, not so far from Sans. He left a space in between for you to sit in.

"Where are you going, dear?" The robot asked confused as he patted the empty space he left for you.

"Oh, there is more!"

"More???" He exclaimed surprised standing up again to help you.

"Don't worry, it's not that much. I can handle it." As you walked away, Alphys noticed that Mettaton was watching you. Containing her laughter, she decided to tease him about it. To her surpirse, the robot confidently asked if you were single. Alphys quickly left her girlfriend's side to sit next to Mettaton and sip in the gossip.

"What? I like them. Is that a big deal?" Mettaton raised an eyebrow confused as Alphys covered her mouth and giggled.

"N-No!" She held back her excitement.

"Can you answer the question, darling? Yes or no?" Mettaton brought his face closer to Alphys' waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry! W-When I get excited... I... I... cannot contain my la-" As the doctor was not colaborating, he decided to shake her abruptly.

"STOP IT! YES, THEY ARE SINGLE. RELEASE HER RIGHT NOW!" Undyne stood up to defend her girlfriend and Mettaton quickly let her go. He sat Alphys and dusted off her shoulders as an apology. With a polite smile on his face, they continued talking.

"Are you interested in going on a... d-date with her?" This conversation felt like a new Mad Mew Mew movie release for Alphys.

"I'm not sure if you are their type..." Undyne scratched her shiny forehead as she tought about you two.

"What's even their type?" Sans woke up to listen to the gossip.

"Might be humans. They are a human after all..." Undyne felt proud with her point.

"B-But... there are no humans in here. Aaaaaaand... Mettaton has the resemblance of a human!" The doctor explained her theory with no conviction.

"Looks like you are stuck in a love circuit!" Sans tried to make everyone laugh with his pun but it did not work. No one laughed. "Didn't you guys like my 'byte' sized joke?" Still no laughs.

"No!" Undyne said directly. "Anyway... You two don't have much in common. Look at (Y/n)! They spend their time on the internet like a weird lo-" Undyne stopped talking when she noticed her girlfriend was crossing her arms.

"Well, you can always give it a try. Take Alphys and Undyne as an example of an incompatible couple who is still together!" Sans laughed on his own.

"YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET YOUR WORDS!" Undyne exclaimed ofended throwing a pillow onto his face. Sans hugged the pillow tightly to his chest and fell asleep again. "Don't listen to him. You have to date that nerd. Nerds are the best partners!"

"Yeah, I think they will l-like you." Alphys muttered and blushed at what her girlfriend words.

"Thanks, beauties! I'll give it a try and see where it goes." Right when he finished thanking them Papyrus and you appeared through the door with more snacks. After placing the chips on the table, the great Papyrus decided to sit on the floor. You decided to do the same but Alphys stood up and offered you her place right next to Mettaton.

"Y-You c-can sit in here i-if you want to (Y/n)! I w-was sitting with U-Undyne and... uh I w-was h-here because... ugh... well... I..." Her face was getting sweaty. She didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"Sandwich!" Undyne saved her. "She wanted a sandwich. Hungry. Yes." Undyne moved her eyes from side to side and hugged Alphys tightly to her chest. Now that there was an empty seat, you happily took it. Despite of the terrible secret savers Mettaton had, you had no clue of his interest towards you.

"GIVE ME THE MOVIE!" Papyrus ordered as he quickly inserted the disk in the slot. Once he played all the necessary buttons, the movie started. It was from a human director you did not know anything about. Everyone was super invested in the first minutes of the movie, but as time passed, the movie was not getting any better. The only thing that kept you awake was the ocassional comentaries Mettaton made to say how we would make the movie more interesting. Despite of his silly ideas, you would kill to see that on the screen. The review you made was clear, it deserved to be in the garbage where the girls found it. The others made some non verbal feedback. For example, Papyrus went to his bedroom to play some games on his computer. After all day cooking, he had a well deserved rest and he could not stand boring actors. Sans slept through the entire movie and left to his bedroom to continue once it ended. The girls would not stop cuddling to avoid watching the movie. They also congratulated Mettaton for the great work in his shows.

"You know what was good about this movie? It made me grateful for being trapped in the underground." Undyne was honest.

"The animes are good though." Alphys tried to soften it up as she put on her winter jacket.

"Well, not all human movies are like this. Right, (Y/n)?" Mettaton tried to defend you as if you had created that monstruosity (in the bad sense of the word).

"We have (favourite movie). So, yes." You scratched you arm and walked with everyone to the front door.

"My uber will be here soon, darling. It was nice to meet you finally." He bended slightly and extended his arms to give you a tender hug. His hug was tight so you could not move and wrap your arms around his body. Despite not being able to breath, you enjoyed every second of it. In his robotic form, he was rough and did not control his strength, but somehow his hug made your heart warm.

The hug was soon interrupted by Alphys and Undyne who were leaving through the door. It was just Mettaton and you now. As the uber was still on his way, you waited with him on the porch. Even if it was dark outside, you could still see his features. He rested his back against the wooden wall of the house and checked his phone to see the hour.

"I didn't know there were uber drivers in here too."

"Well, there are no uber drivers. It's just one of my employees (BurgerPants)." He explained with a smile.

"Hey, Mettaton." That caught his attention. "I hope to see you again soon." The only reason you confesed your desire to meet him again was because you saw a car approaching from the distance. You even started waving at him like an idiot.

"Darling, that's not my car."

"Oh..." You fidgeted the awkwarness away with the lace of your sweatshirt.

"And I would love to see you again too." He brused a synthetic strand of hair over his ear. "You can come to my show anytime. I'll get you front row seats."

"That would be great..." Now you were the one brushing a strand of hair over your ear.

"Hey, I mean it. I would love to see you again, darling." You weren't sure what to answer. But you did not have to. You smiled nervously and stayed still as you were not believing any of this was happening. Mettaton's fingers softly trailed down your check. Ending with a soft brush of his thumb in your chin. "Can I kiss you?" That caught you off of guard. You could see his eyes scanning your lips, waiting patiently for an answer. Waiting for permission. The answer he was waiting did not arrive as expected. However, you approached your fingers to his lips to know how they felt like first in order to decide wheter you kiss them or not. Even if you could not resist yourself from kissing him, you wanted to tease him a little bit. Just to see how he would handle it. How he would react to your teasing.

"Yes." You hummed and pressed your lips on his softly.

[thclioness]

who: @zaydvn

where: quarto de Brianna

prompt: "Whoa, whoa take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don't want to go making yourself worse."

Nos últimos dois dias Brianna já havia se resignado de que robes longos de pura seda e seus lençóis eram as únicas coisas que podiam tocar o sua pele sem ofender os seus sentidos e sabia bem que aquilo não era um bom sinal. Mesmo assim se esforçava ao máximo para manter sua dignidade, especialmente quando sua criada tinha ido contra os seus desejos e chamado o curandeiro para ajudá-la. — Sei que não estou com a minha melhor aparência, mas juro que estou completamente bem. Aquilo foi só um acidente bobo, não tem porquê se preocupar. — Com o seu rosto limpo de qualquer traço de maquiagem e os longos cabelos opacos, pois há alguns dias já não tinha a energia para colocar em prática a longa e elaborada rotina de cuidados que tinha com os fios, ela se sentia ainda mais vulnerável do que pelo seu estado fragilizado de saúde. A vaidade há muito tempo havia se tornado quase como uma armadura e receber visitas sem ela como proteção, algo para distanciá-la de qualquer outra pessoa, era como se estivesse prestes a entrar em uma batalha sem qualquer preparo prévio. Por esse motivo, ela decidiu ignorar como a luz que entrava pelas janelas feriam os seus olhos, criando formas circulares em sua visão e se guiou, mais por instinto e costume, até seus utensílios de chá. — Mina estava sendo dramática ao te chamar até aqui. Eu tive apenas um pequeno mal estar, mas já passou! O mínimo que posso fazer para não ser uma anfitriã terrível é te oferecer um chá. Tem alguma preferência? 

[deadnytalks]

I just discovered somenthing very VERY VERY UNDERRATED about art bassed on already existing characters from a franchise (fan proyects). But underrated on a unsuspected level

I will put you an example, look at this reefsheets of Whisper from Sonic the hedgehog

ALL THE WORK IS DONE, EVERYTHING YOU NEED FOR MAKE A FANART OR SOMENTHING ALREADY HAS A FUNCIONAL REFERENCE THAT YOU CAN PERFECTLY USE. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IS TO INVESTIGATE A CHARACTER FOR MAKE ALL OF THIS REFERENCES AAAAAAHHH!!

For make your own content, your own WORKING FRANCHISE you would have to start FROM CERO. You can perfecly take 30 years for make somenthing profesional enought by your own or somenthing that works!! (30 years including ALL the art learnings you have to use. Psicology included)

We don't appreciate enough that there are sagas that give fans so much freedom to do whatever they want with their copyrighted work, because they can perfectly take down all the fan works at any time for legal reasons, but they choose to not.

(also, important note, don´t interpret this as if I´m defending abuse, empresaurs or companies buying others and then closing them or something like that. This post is not about defending the multimillonare company, is about you to apreciate what you have on a very underrated media as is the art. A kind of "inspiration" for you to not be lazy when the only thing you have to do for make a fan proyect is to take references and adapt it to your style, only the 10% of the work comparing it on making somenthing original. If at the end of the day you are ofended by this post, then the message is not for you, sorry 🙏

[marislittleworld]

Hot Wheels: New races, new drivers

<<previous . next>>

Chapter 2 : A New Street Breed Member

The 32 drivers are reunited with their teams around Tezla's HQ, Kurt Wylde's team has 2 drivers left and he was waiting for Dan Dresden to arrive, not knowing that someone very familiar would try to convince him to enter the team, he trusted Dan Dresden to choose one of the best drivers to be on the team while Kurt will choose the last driver on his own.

Lani, the female member of the Wave Rippers team was making adjustments on her car until she saw Vert talking with Alec Wood, the woman smiled and walked towards them.

"I suppose this is one of our new recruits", Lani said while crossing her arms

"Lani Tam, meet Alec Wood", said Vert introducing his friend to his teammate

"wheels or waves. I'm the best", said Alec Wood

"The humble type, huh? I know this is basic math, Vert, but still, we have one driver short" Lani made a gesture with her hand pointing one finger.

"hey I just did 16, okay? Half of the guys I know cannot even drive", Vert complained

The trio heard a car sound and it was Kurt's Slingshot making some drifts, but that's not him driving. Everyone noticed that Kurt was not in his car, making him mad.

"Who's driving my car?!", Kurt yelled while asking

"Whoever it is, they should having fun," said Banjee making fun of Kurt

Kurt walked towards it until his car stopped right in front of him, the car's hood started to open to reveal the driver.

"GET OUT OF MY CAR. NOW!", commanded Kurt

What Kurt didn't expect was that his young brother, Mark Wylde, was driving his Slingshot.

[timeskip, because everyone knows the scene]

Kurt refused Mark to be part of his team and saw Dan Dresden's car arriving at the place, he leaned on Slingshot while observing his teammate getting out of his car. Dan Dresden went to the passenger's side, opened the door, and extended his hand to someone like a gentleman to a lady. A girl took his hand and stepped out of Side Draft, revealing that it was Mari, already wearing a Street Breed driving suit.

"Kurt, I think you might know Luan's young sister. This is Maria, she will be one of our new drivers on the Street Breed team"

"Maria who?", asked Kurt not sounding very interested

"Maria da Silva Mendes, sir- I mean, leader- I mean-- ugh", said Mari nervously stuttering

Kurt's look didn't change from his serious face, he blinked twice and stared at Dan Dresden

"Are you sure that you chose the right person?", asked Kurt ofending Mari.

"excuse me?" Dan Dresden asked feeling confused, "I'm very sure that Mari is a very good driver".

"yeah, before an accident happen", Kurt's comment made Dan cringe for Mari, "so Mari, why did you come here anyway? Do you have any experience for racing?".

"well umm... ever since I was thirteen and my brother started racing for the first time in his career, I've noticed that-- It's hard to say, but seeing my big brother happy while racing made me feel happy for him and I wanted to know the experience of racing and why this makes him feel so blissful, so after I took my license last year, I never felt the same experience as he felt. It's my dream, I know it sounds ridiculous-", Mari spoke nervously trying not to sound very shy and also very childish in front of Kurt Wylde, but she was interrupted by him.

"stop stop stop, this is already ridiculous. Look kid, I'm going to tell and show you some reality, dreaming isn't sufficient and this ain't a movie where 'everything can happen if you believe' Also how can I trust you to be part of my team if you don't have any experience for driving? And you might break more than a leg".

She felt her heartbeat get faster of anxiousness, but she thought to herself to calm down and take a deep breath, when Mari was about to say something, Dan already intruded.

"Kurt, I understand you being skeptical, but why don't you give Mari a chance? She might be better than her brother. Or even better than you", Dan smirked when he said 'better than you', because he knows that Kurt likes to be the best and wants to be the greatest driver than everyone else.

The Street Breed leader felt a little bit of anger growing and burning his head, he felt that it was like a challenge. He started to think, she would be a great placement instead of his little brother because he never wanted Markie to participate in the World Race for loads of reasons, but the principal reasons are his reputation after the Grand Prix competition and also his other side...

A 'Tsk' could be heard from Kurt and he frowned, It looked like the competition was won once again, "All right, you win. But I have some rules, the Street Breed are born to lead and to win, so we never make friendships with the other teams. We never help them in a race. Did I make myself clear?"

Mari smiled and then made a serious face, she nodded at what Kurt had said. He guided her to a car with purple and green paintings, it had green windows and the front view looked beautiful.

“It’s so pretty” Mari was stunned by the car’ design

“This is a Mercy Breaker, more likely, Mercy Breaker 2.0, Dr. Tezla has said it has the same design as the original Mercy Breaker, but with some adjustments, like the engine exhaust sound, and instead of a V8, it's a V10,” Kurt informed

Mari pressed the car’s door button and it opened vertically like a Mercedes-Benz McLaren. The car’s inside is almost the same as the Street Breed cars, the map, the buttons including the nitrox, and a helmet.

She grabbed the helmet and looked determinedly at Kurt meaning that she was ready for the first challenging race of her life.

TO BE CONTINUED…

[scruffyssketchbook]

Scruffy, can i do a joke about all This in your recent asks? About the people taking to you about the boys in ssec being hot, you know? I don't want to ofend anyone, i just want to be funny.

Of course you can