#everyone say YAYAYAY

[doomdaysdecays]

HELIX YAYAYAY

[technikki]

HI TECHNIKKI OMG HIIIIIIIIII

[rinsko]

guess who survived today (me!)

[euclydya]

ikeep my Insane Posting to discord because i. have. problems but hi. hi. just here 2 say that i love apollo ok thank you goodbye!

[mywritersmind]

2 HANDS - LN4

summary : In a world where Lando was actually in Tate’s music video (except tate is y/n) Lando’s hands stray for a bit too long and the tension seems a bit too thick for them to be faking it.

listen up : SMAU!!! suggestive content! swearing. some mean things commented.

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You knew the music video would be good. You didn’t know it would be a worldwide hit and rack millions of views each day.

Lando Norris putting his ‘2 hands’ on you wasn’t just for show but the public didn’t know any better. But everyone knows the internet… they love to speculate.

YOURUSERNAME

yourusername 2 HANDS IS OUT NOW AHHHH!!!! Here’s some flicks from filming <33

username36 : SCREAMING IM SO OBSESSED

yourfan77 : F1 AND Y/N??? MY TWO WORLDS🧡🙈😭🙂‍↕️✨

username92 : the zoom on his TWO HANDS people died

↳ landofan44 : (it was me, i died.)

sabrinacarpenter : pop princess omg

landonorris : you said you wouldn’t post the last pic.

↳ yourusername : I lied😊

↳username55 : holy i need them together now.

landonorris : an honor serving an icon

usernamelame : How much do we think she paid Lando to be in her music video??🤣

↳ username15 : However much face card is

gracieabrams : QUEEN IM SO PROUD!!

carlossainz : @//landonorris the one time i’m going to tell you that you were sort of cool

username69 : IS THIS A HARD LAUNCH?? TELL ME THIS IS A HARD LAUNCH.

↳ username : if you have to ask that then it’s definitely not a hard launch.

↳ username23 : They’re together 10000% DID YOU SEE HIS HAND PLACEMENT???

INTERVIEW FROM THE BRAZILIAN GRAND PRIX

y/n ➡️ lando

LANDONORRIS YOURUSERNAME

DISCUSSED IN Y/NLANDO FANDOMS <3

username61 : I KNOW YOU GUYS SEE Y/NS STORY WITH THE ‘see you in vegas’ AND A HEART HAND. WITH WHO YOU MAY ASK?? LANDO NORRIS I KNOW THAT RING.

landofan772 : yeah they’re dating and i’m hella jealous but also happy

kikagomez : i ship it.

↳ username : KIKA???

↳ y/nfan : KIKA WHAT

username01 : the girl in his story?? HAS to be y/n.

↳ username27 : they could just be friends

↳ username92 : don’t ruin the fantasy and delusion of love.

y/nfan444 : THE FLOWERS!!! our girl deserves the world.

MAX FEWTRELLS STEAM

LANDONORRIS

landonorris LANDO NORRIS AND Y/N L/N MAKE THEIR OFFICAL COUPLE DEBUT!! Jk it’s just y/n and I looking hot and sexy together as two people very much in love. Proud of my girl 🧡

yourusername : hey that’s me!!

↳ landonorris :😁😁

yourusername : lover era!

↳ landonorris : MUAH

yourusername : fav pair of hands

↳ landonorris : 👏🏻

↳ carlossainz : WOAHH

↳ maxfewtrell : keep it pg you two.

username44 : IM ACTUALLY IN TEARS

y/nfanforever : LOVE IS REAL

↳ username61 : for them maybe, i’m still single af.

landofan78 : on MY cellular device??

romeobeckham : i knew you seemed happier recently

pietrapalio : DOUBLE DATE TIME!!

↳ yourusername : YAYAYAY

↳ landonorris : @//maxfewtrell say what now

username434 : I KNEW THAT MUSIC VIDEO WAS TOO DAMN SEXY FOR TWO PEOPLE WHO JUST MET

landoandy/nfan : thinking about how he felt her up in that car on camera FOR REAL

username000 : I feel so privileged that I live in a time where Y/n and Lando are together. A victorian child would never understand.

[julietifsheneverdied]

hiii can i ask something for james potter??

i’ll absolutely take anything you give meee

thank youuuu

YAYAYAY TY FOR THIS I HAD FUN!!!

GIFT GIVING 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ james potter x reader christmas breaks spent at his house was the best thing you could do.

fluff | friends to lovers

━━━━ WHEN YOU woke up in the potter manor christmas day, you didn’t expect it to be because the three of your friends - james, sirius, and remus - had been violently shaking you awake for a long time.

the three greeted you with wide smiles, accepting the usual morning hug with the same wide smiles unmoved. you grabbed a sweater (who’s sweater it was, you had no clue - they seemed to show up randomly in your bags) and followed them downstairs to where james’s parents were waiting.

“good morning, everyone.” james’s mom greeted the four of you, pulling everyone in separately for a hug. she held you the longest, running her hand through your hair and kissing your head. you had always been her favorite (even if she didn’t say it).

“okay mom,” james huffed, “don’t hog my friend.” he reached for your hand and tugged you to him. you smiled at james and took the spot on the carpet next to him, and managed to miss the glance james’s mom gave his dad.

with the gifts handed out, you spent time with your dear friends opening every gift and have a special reaction for each. you relied heavily on “thank you” for a response to everything.

from james’s parents; you got new clothes and book and chocolate, from sirius and remus (who both did joint presents for everyone) you got new vinyls, and from james you got a bracelet.

he even assisted in putting the bracelet on, sending a fluster of butterflies rampant in your stomach. after gifts and putting them away, you ate brunch with everyone.

it was peaceful to spend christmas break away from hogwarts here, in the warmth of the potter manor beside your best friends. you had never once taking advantage of it, enjoying every second you stayed in this house.

now you sat, quiet and peaceful, in the room assigned to you this time and every other time, without anyone bothering you. for now, at least, no one was bothering you.

“hey,” james slid your door open (had he knocked?), “can i come in?” he carefully asked, looking like a wounded puppy walking in with wide eyes looking at you where you sat at the window.

“‘course james, c’mon.” you beckoned him over, patting the seat beside you. he took it without another thought, holding a second box in his hand.

“i got you something else, but i didn’t wanna give it to you downstairs. moony and pads would’ve lost it if i got you more than them.” he smiled lopsided and handed you the carefully wrapped gift.

you took it in your hands, it was light, (like you’ve said before,) wrapped with precision, and well-thought about. the wrapping paper wasn’t like the one james’s parents had - this one didn’t have snowflakes like that one, it was covered in hearts and hearts galore.

“james,” you gushed over the small box, “what is it?” you met his eyes, watching you with a misty layer resting over the brown irises you’d come to love.

“you have to open it to find out, you idiot.” james scoffed, flicking your forehead carefully (god forbid he ever actually hit you and inflicted pain).

you tore through the wrapping paper, smiling at the clearly handmade necklace that had his initials and was in his favorite color.

when you looked back up to gush over the beauty (rather than the box this time), you found james fishing under his shirt to pull out a necklace just like yours - your initials and your favorite color replacing his on your version.

“james,” you were at a loss for words, “help me put it on?” you held out the necklace with such delicacy. you’d never want to break it before you even got to wear it.

he did, and you let it hang above your shirt. you were too busy smiling down at where his initials reached on your chest to see him smiling at you.

“do you like it?” he was careful as he spoke.

“of course i do!” you gasped, “it’s beautiful. did you make it?” you smiled at him now (much to his delight) with a fond look in your eyes that had his heart warm and beating faster than normal.

“yeah, i thought you’d like it i guess.”

“you know me so well.” you hummed.

there wasn’t much else to be said now, your legs had found themselves (at some point, somehow,) intertwined with james’s legs on the cushions of the windowsill, looking out it.

at least you were, james had his eyes solely trained on you. warmth filled him despite where he sat beside the cold glass window.

maybe it was you, he noticed, your vibrant personality that shone above everyone else’s, your kind smile and caring actions towards people you didn’t even like - you had mean bones, but you had more kind ones.

he decided then that that’s why he was so warm - you. you kept him warm and happy, and maybe that’s all he wanted.

“it’s now or never.” lily had told him, one day when he was seeking solace on what to do regarding the ever piling feelings he had towards you. he liked you, and god did he need to tell you before it was too late.

“can i… can i tell you something?” he hesitated, suddenly his hands were clammy and his heart was (if possible) beating faster minute after minute. it caught your attention what he said, and you looked away from the snowy landscape in front of you to see his eyes drilling into yours.

“mhm, of course.” you smiled. it was your smile that made him realize how badly he needed to tell you.

“i like you,” he sighed, “well i think i love you, but i know i like you. and not in a friendly way, i really really like you.” james wasn’t looking into your eyes anymore, his hands were much more interesting it seems.

“it’s fine if you don’t like me back,” he started.

“well if you had given me a second james you’d know i felt the same way, you idiot.” you were smiling wider, and james saw you in a different light.

no longer were you the quietly charming first year, or pranking second year, or focused third year. you weren’t even the calm and charming fourth year you were last year - you were james’s first love, a beautiful and loving fifth year.

“really?” he spoke breathlessly, looking to you for any signs of lying or joking. when you nodded, and reached out for his hand, he knew. and it made so much more sense.

“cmon, it’s cold over here.” you had his hand in yours, and you brought him to the messy bed. he sat in front of you, your back facing the pillows behind you.

you were too busy wrapping james into a hug and pulling his head to rest comfortably on your chest to notice sirius and remus peeking through.

“about bloody time.” sirius used his foot to kick the door wider open, letting himself in with remus following - obviously scolding the dark haired boy.

“no matter, moony, it’s alright.” you smiled, waving them over. there was plenty of space.

and so the four of you, together, spent the rest of the morning and a good chunk of the evening on your bed in the potter manor. maybe it was because you were fifteen, and had so many fears surrounding growing up, but you would’ve traded anything to spend even another minute where you sat that day.

you were happy, james was happy, sirius was happy, and remus was happy. it was all you needed.

MAIN MASTERLIST — REQUESTS ARE OPEN — HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

authors note; hi guys listen my tumblr is being weird so FOR NOW i can’t link stuff to the masterlists I AM FIGURING IT PUT I PROMISE

- juliet ⋆♆.˚

[teagballs]

hello angel! I was wondering if you could write a Dennis Reynolds x fem!reader one shot where basically, reader is apart of the gang and has been for a while. Surprisingly, one time when Dennis was really angry, she calmed him down. Everyone was shocked the first, but slowly overtime got used to it. Dennis always ignored the warm feeling in his chest when she calmed him, but when he went on a date and got really mad and the girl tried to calm him down, he got even more angry than realised he liked reader??

sorry if it’s confusing 😭🫶

calmed | dennis reynolds x reader

read part 2 here!!

authors note: HEYOOO still alive. thank u sm for this prompt anon! tbh it was a bit of a challenge and i struggled 😭 i always struggle to write for dennis. i hope i did this idea justice cuz i love it. also this is my first iasip fic im publishing yayayay please send more requests for it im sooo deep into it rn. ive got a dee fic in the works rn.

cw: average dennis insanity ofc, swearing, mentions of D.E.N.N.I.S ing girls so yk, mentions of sex.

fic under the cut!

You can recall the first time you ever saw Dennis freak out.

"Idiots! Fucking idiots all of them!" Dennis ranted in his usual methodic tone. The gang wasn't phased, this sort of Dennis rant was something they'd become accustomed to. For you - the latest addition the gang - you had never witnessed one of Dennis' outbursts. It was probably that empathic nature or yours that made you want to act, to console him. And you did. Despite the gang's protests, once they noticed you about to leap into action. They knew it was better to just let Dennis ride out the anger and come down again. But you reached out and touched his arm. The gang collectively held their breath, expecting Dennis to bark out some obscenities in response, but it never came. The feeling of your hand on him made him turn to face you, to look at you.

"Dennis, it's okay, we'll fix this, I promise."

And he calmed. And took a deep breath.

"You know what? You're right. I can fix this." Dennis exhaled. Everyone was shocked,

"What the fuck just happened." Mac said blankly. In the whole time they had known him, Dennis had never been able to be pacified from one of these insane outbursts.

But then it became frequent, because Dennis's raging was frequent. Every time he would begin ranting and raving, you were able to calm him down. It was a voice of serene amidst the chaos. It went on for years like this, as you became part of the gang.

You were usually there hanging out with the gang when things would go wrong, and you'd be able to solve it and calm him down. But today, that wasn't the case. Today, Dennis was on a date.

Dennis was in the process of getting this woman to sleep with him, his stock procedure. But the date had been falling apart. It first started with his suit getting ruined. After dressing himself up in a nice blazer and shirt outfit, it was massacred by spaghetti after Mac spilt it on top of Dennis. Mac was haphazardly carrying it through their shared kitchen and failed to notice him.

"Christ Mac, what the hell are you doing!"

But that was okay. He could manage. He would just have to change. And although this did delay him, he could still D.E.N.N.I.S this girl. He could just say he was late because he was helping some old lady cross the street or looking after a stray kitten.

After successfully making it out of the door, he began to drive to the date. A cute restaurant not too far from his apartment, a picturesque rendezvous. But this was stalled even further by the lack of parking spaces available. Dennis groaned at threw his head back against the car headrest. After circling the block for what felt like the 100th time, Dennis decided to just park further away and book it to the restaurant. He settled for a tucked away corner of the city. Sure, it was far, but hey, at least it was a space.

Finally, after running to the entrance of the restaurant, he saw his date waiting, arms folded.

"Dennis! There you are! What took you so long?Are you.. okay? You look at a little out of sorts." Cadence spoke.

"Sorry. Sorry. Some old hags cat was- was trying to cross the road. I had to run from the other side of town." Dennis panted. He didn't expect the journey to have made him so debilitated. 'Not a perfect excuse, either. I might have messed up the wording..' he thought.

Dennis and his date, Cadence finally entered the restaurant. Dennis regained most of his breath and approached the host.

"Reynolds, table for two." He told the host.

The host scanned their notebook with a pen and searching eyes.

"Sorry, sir, I don't see anything for Reynolds here. Are you sure you booked for this restaurant?" The host replied. They lacked any kind of care for the situation, replying in a detached tone. Most likely years of working customer service had drained them.

"Am I sure I booked for- do you think I'm some kind of bumbling buffoon? Of course I fucking did!" Dennis snarled. Seemingly the frustrations from the evening were overflowing and spilling out.

"What do you take me for some kind of idiot!?" Dennis continued to bawl.

At this point, his date was getting embarrassed of his uncontrolled emotions. Cadence leaned in and touched his forearm. And maybe if it wasn't Dennis Reynolds she had performed this action on, it could have worked and soothed him.

"Dennis its okay, we can go eat somewhere else if you want?"

Immediately Dennis shook her grip off him.

"If I want? Why would I want to eat somewhere else when I made a fucking reservation here. What I want is to eat here!" He snapped, tapping his finger on the hosts notebook.

"Dennis, it's okay. We will do whatever you want." Cadence tried again.

"What I want? What I want is... well, what would you know about fixing shit! You're just..! Well, you're not.. not." Oh. And that's when it hit him.

What Dennis wanted now was not a reservation at this pseudo-rich restaurant. And he knew he certainly didn't want Cadence to try and comfort him. Her words didn't seem to hold any mindfulness or meaning... but yours did. She wasn't you. What he wanted was you. That's all he ever wanted. Everything else he had been doing for was a pathetic search to fill the void. The women he was trying to do, D.E.N.N.I.S, the dates he'd go on, the sex he would have, it all meant nothing.

All he wanted was you. A pure undivided love and something he had never felt before. Dennis had an unprofound realisation that he liked someone. Something most come to grips with in adolescents. But for him, that realisation was something he had never had. It made his heart ache and burn. He needed to act. He needed to call you and spill his heart out. Because no one was like you, and that's all he could think about as he turned on his heel and left the restaurant.

[musicalmoritz]

Some funny and cute head canon between hanako/amane and tsushigomori?

Yayayay I love their dynamic sm. The father/son duo ever. I’m gonna do a mix of Amane and Hanako headcanons bcuz their relationship at any point is so sweet to me

• So for AUs I think it’s super cute when ppl have Tsuchigomori adopt Amane (+Tsukasa)- or at least it would be, I don’t think I’ve seen any actual fics like that lmao. But for canon it’s definitely more of a “teacher you accidentally call dad” dynamic

• I still view Tsuchigomori as a father figure to Hanako but I think they’d both be very reluctant to admit it. I feel the need to specify that because fandoms tend to take parent/child dynamics and make them into super traditional families, which can be cute in AUs but sometimes for canon it takes away the nuance

• It’s the same as when I call Teru Kou’s dad, there’s more to it than that. Yes he is Hanako’s father, yes he is his teacher. Two things can be true at once

• Okay now that that’s out of the way, onto the headcanons

• Circling back to the first point, Hanako has accidentally called Tsuchigomori “dad” twice. Once as Amane, and once as Hanako

• As Amane it was a very emotionally heavy moment, when Tsuchigomori finished bandaging him up as usual. He gave him a mini lecture on standing up for himself, and Amane let out a quiet “Thanks, Dad”

• The minute he realized what he said, he bolted out of that classroom. He wouldn’t talk after that until Tsuchigomori reassured him they could just forget about it

• As Hanako it was more of a comical moment. He was hanging out with Tsuchigomori and Yako, annoying them as usual, but as he was getting ready to ditch them he said “See ya later, Dad”

• Everyone froze until Yako started laughing her ass off. Hanako quickly tried to cover it up but Yako wasn’t willing to forget it as easily as Tsuchigomori had been that first time, so he had to hide out in his bathroom for quite some time

• Yako started calling Tsuchigomori “Dad” too whenever she wanted to mess with him

• Tsuchigomori would try to help Amane make friends by pairing him with other kids for group projects. This always backfired, seeing as Amane had trouble socializing and was an easy target for bullying

• Sometimes he still tries to get Mitsuba and Mei to hang out with the kid so that he has more than two friends (one of which is his girlfriend)

• But progress is still progress and he’s obvi very happy to see that Hanako has made friends

• Hanako hangs out in Tsuchigomori’s office whenever he’s bored or sad

• When he’s bored he’ll just annoy him, telling him unfunny jokes and going on long tangents about whatever comes to mind. Tsuchigomori complains but never seriously attempts to kick him out

• When he’s sad about something, he’ll usually just sit at one of the desks or in the corner curled up in a ball. Tsuchigomori doesn’t comment on it, but he might give him a blanket and some candy, or a book to read

• Hanako tries to go to Tsuchigomori for advice on Nene, but Tsuchigomori’s love life is, frankly, pathetic, so really he’s the one who needs advice

• Some of the only times Hanako isn’t floating is when he’s running in the halls to provoke Tsuchigomori

• Every year on Father’s Day, Hanako brings Tsuchigomori a rock. He started this tradition as Amane and has kept it up all these years

• That’s not to say he didn’t love his bio dad, but he wanted to show appreciation for the teacher that looked out for him too

• Before they left school at the end of every day, Tsukasa would thank Tsuchigomori for “babysitting” Amane

• Hanako’s favorite books are the Sherlock Holmes series so Tsuchigomori lets him know every time the school gets a new copy

• He used to draw little smiley faces on Amane’s papers when he’d get a perfect score

• Amane would stay after school for tutoring even though he didn’t need it whenever things got too tense at home with Tsukasa and his parents

• Hanako frequently asks Tsuchigomori to update him on recent scientific discoveries. If anything major happens, Tsuchigomori will give him reading material

• Tsuchigomori was the one who taught Hanako how to use a computer

• Amane was always deathly afraid of asking questions or raising his hand in class, so if he had any comments he’d reserve them for when the rest of the students left (another method he used to delay going home)

• Amane strikes me as one of those kids who ate lunch with the teacher (ik it’s common for Japanese students to eat in their classrooms but this would be true even when his other classmates decided to eat somewhere else for the day)

• Before Nene came along, Tsuchigomori would encourage Hanako to clean his own bathrooms by giving him science and mystery books as allowance

• For Christmas one year, Tsuchigomori bought Hanako a toy rocket

• When Hanako needs to be cheered up, Tsuchigomori and Yako will play astronaut with him. Sometimes Yako pretends to be an alien, sometimes she’s part of the space crew, it depends on the plot

• Whenever Tsuchigomori is showing his class a movie, Hanako will sit in and watch

• Tsuchigomori has absolutely written “a pleasure to have in class” on one of Amane’s report cards

Okay I’m gonna end it there, ty for this ask I rly enjoyed talking abt them :D

[isacksteban]

CONGARTS FOR 800 OHMYGOOIOD!!!!! YAYAYAY YOU ARE AWESOME!!! TO A HUNDRED THOUSAND MOREEE!!!<33333

You already know what I'm gonna request 🤭🤭🤭 I would like lawhan obviously<33 and anything to be honest edits or oneshot, any trope aswell I trust you<333!!

Congrats again sweetie!!!💖💖💖💖

800 followers celebration

THANK YOU ELLELLE BABYYYY HERE'S YOUR LAWHAN (featuring isacksteban for my heart..)

The trio weaved through the paddock, the sound of tools clattering and fans shouting fading into the background. Jack shot Liam a wary glance, clearly skeptical about his forceful intervention. Meanwhile, Isack dug in his heels slightly, his reluctance clear despite the fact that he wasn’t really resisting.

“I’m just saying,” Jack began, his voice laced with amusement, “maybe you should let them sort this out on their own. They’re adults, Li.”

“Adults who are behaving like toddlers,” Liam muttered under his breath. “I’m not spending another second listening to this one whine about Esteban not texting him back or whatever nonsense started this.”

“It’s not nonsense!” Isack snapped, glaring at Liam. “And it’s not just about a text. Este doesn’t take me seriously. He thinks everything’s a joke.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means—” Isack started, but Liam interrupted again.

“It means we’re almost there, so save the drama for your boyfriend,” Liam said, rolling his eyes as he tugged Isack through the final corner toward the Haas garage.

When they arrived, the tension in the air seemed to heighten. Esteban was standing by his car, discussing tyre strategy with a few engineers. His dark eyes darted toward the commotion Liam was making as he burst into the garage, dragging a scowling Isack behind him.

“Uh, hi?” Esteban said, looking mildly confused as he pulled off his headset. “What’s going on?”

“Your boyfriend,” Liam began, shoving Isack forward like a reluctant school kid, “has been moping for hours, and I’m sick of it. Whatever this argument is, figure it the fuck out. Now.”

Esteban blinked, his confusion morphing into a soft smile as he looked at Isack. “Wait, you’re still mad about last night?”

Isack crossed his arms and looked away. “You told me you’d call this morning. You didn’t. Again.”

“Because I was in meetings all day,” Esteban said, stepping closer. “I texted you as soon as I was free, but you didn’t answer.”

“Because I was mad!” Isack shot back.

Jack leaned against the wall, arms crossed and an amused smile playing on his lips. “Are you hearing this?”

“Shut up,” Liam hissed, glaring at Jack before turning back to the couple.

As Liam and Jack walked away, the hum of the paddock began to fade behind them. Jack couldn’t suppress his grin as he glanced at Liam. “You know, you have a real talent for sticking your nose in other people’s business.”

Liam huffed, his fingers tightening slightly around Jack’s. “I only did it because Isack wouldn’t shut up about it. Besides, Esteban needed to be called out. Who forgets to call their boyfriend?”

“Not everyone’s as perfect as you,” Jack teased, bumping Liam’s shoulder.

“Damn right,” Liam quipped, though the faint blush dusting his cheeks gave away his embarrassment. “But seriously, they’re lucky I care.”

Back in the Haas garage, Isack and Esteban lingered near the car. The team had subtly dispersed, giving the couple a bit of privacy. Isack chewed his bottom lip, still processing Esteban’s apology.

“You know,” Isack muttered, glancing at Esteban, “Liam wasn’t wrong. I was sulking.”

Esteban chuckled softly, cupping Isack’s cheek. “It’s okay to sulk sometimes. You’re allowed to feel hurt. I just need to be better about making sure you don’t have to.”

Isack leaned into the touch, his earlier irritation replaced with warmth. “I just… I hate feeling like I’m not a priority.”

“You are,” Esteban said firmly, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “And if I ever make you feel otherwise, call me out on it, okay? You shouldn’t have to drag Liam into it.”

Isack laughed, the sound light and genuine. “No promises. He’s scary when he’s in his little ‘problem-solving mode.’”

“Fair point,” Esteban said, grinning down and the boy in front of him. “But I’d rather avoid getting ambushed in the garage next time.”

They shared a laugh, the last of the tension between them melting away. Esteban laced his fingers with Isack’s, pulling him close. “How about we grab dinner later? Just the two of us.”

“Only if you promise to leave your phone in your pocket,” Isack teased.

“Deal,” Esteban said with a soft kiss to his forehead.

Meanwhile, Liam and Jack reached the Kiwi's driver room, where Jack flopped onto a couch with an exaggerated sigh. “Crisis averted. Now, can we relax for five minutes without you playing relationship counselor?”

Liam smirked, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on Jack’s lips. “I don’t know. Someone has to keep the paddock from falling apart.”

Jack rolled his eyes but smiled. “Just don’t start charging people for advice, alright?”

Liam plopped down beside him, resting his head against Jack’s shoulder. “No promises.”

Jack chuckled, tilting his head so it rested against Liam’s. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” Liam replied smugly, wrapping an arm around Jack’s waist and pulling him closer, kissing the — almost spiky — grown out hair by his ears.

Jack turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against Liam’s temple as he whispered, “I do. For some reason.”

Liam gasped, feigning offense. “Some reason? Excuse me, I’m a catch.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Jack teased, his eyes sparkling. “A total catch. You, with your need to fix everyone else’s drama and drag me along.”

“Admit it, you had fun,” Liam said, poking Jack’s side playfully. “You love being my side kick.”

Jack squirmed, laughing as he batted Liam’s hand away. “Maybe I do. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” Liam said with a grin, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Jack’s, their profiles sitting together perfectly.

Jack sighed contentedly, his fingers finding Liam’s hand and intertwining with it. “You know, you’re not all bad, Lawson. In fact, you’re kind of perfect.”

Liam’s cheeks flushed, his confident facade faltering for a moment. “Yeah, well… you make me feel like I can be. Perfect, I mean.”

Jack’s smile softened, and he cupped Liam’s cheek, his thumb brushing gently over his skin. “You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you. That’s more than enough for me.”

Liam stared at him for a moment, his heart doing a little flip in his chest. “God, Jack, You’re such a sap,” he muttered, though his voice was thick with affection.

“And you love it,” Jack shot back, pulling Liam in for a kiss. It was soft and unhurried, a moment just for them amid the chaos of the paddock.

When they pulled apart, Liam rested his forehead against Jack’s, his lips quirking up in a small smile. “You’re my favorite person, you know that?”

“Even when I make fun of you?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Especially then,” Liam said with a laugh. “Keeps me grounded, I forget I'm not the most amazing, sexy, talented person in the world sometimes.”

Jack smirked, giving Liam’s hand a squeeze. “Good. Someone has to keep your ego in check.”

They sat like that for a while, tangled together on the couch, the world outside the Liam's drivers room fading into the background. For all the noise and chaos of the paddock, this moment was theirs — a quiet bubble where nothing else mattered but each other.

[thedvilsinthedetails]

rosekiller microfic

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ACE DAY YAYAYAY

here enjoy a rosekiller microfic [1066 words so idk how micro it really is but shhhh] with ace Evan and Barty ‘no homo but I think I love you’ Crouch Jr [I love them so much]

“Truth or dare?”

“Aw come on you guys know me, dare obviously.”

Barty grinned at the circle of his friends sat cross legged all around him.

“Mmm I’ve got one.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow challengingly, everyone knew Regulus gave out the most brutal dares. Barty wasn’t phased though, it was almost impossible to make Barty embarrassed honestly, outwardly at least. Last time he’d taken a dare from Regulus he’d gone around school in bright pink robes for the next week. 

“Bring it on Reggie.”

“I dare you to make out with Evan till I stop you.”

Barty scrunched his nose.

“Oh is that it?”

“Uh rude.”

Evan said.

Barty turned to him quickly, placing a hand on his best friend’s cheek.

“Don’t be like that Goldilocks you know I’m hopelessly in love with you. I just meant Reg usually gives…more dramatic dares.”

“Yeah whatever prick. And who says I wanna make out with this dickhead anyway. It’s Bee’s dare not mine.”

“Aw come on Rosie don’t you think I’m pretty.”

Barty batted his eyes and pretended to fan himself, Evan shoved him to the ground with a laugh. Evan had one of the prettiest laughs Barty had ever seen. He wasn’t gay or anything but the way Evan’s halo of blonde curls bounced up and down gently made his stomach flip. Barty sort of wanted to reach out and run a hand through those curls actually, they looked soft. Evan looked soft, in a big purple hoodie and smooth warm skin and red lips currently stretched out in a big smile that just made his whole face light up. Barty found himself joining in. Evan pulled him up off the wooden floor and ran a hand through Barty’s hair, messing it up affectionately.

“Fine, I guess I’ll do it.”

Barty turned, facing Evan properly and lifting a hand to his cheek as Evan pulled him in by the collar. They were so close now, hesitating just before their lips pressed and all Barty could think was EvanEvanEvan. 

He could smell him, the conditioner he used softly scented of toffee and pears.

He could feel his breath warm and tickling against his skin.

“Come on get on with it. 

Regulus huffed. And suddenly they were meeting in the middle and Evan’s lips were pressed against him and he tasted better than Barty could ever have imagined and and-wow. This was nice. This was lovely. Barty’s hands wandered to Evan’s hair, fingers running through it like he’d imagined only moments ago. But it was so much better than he’d imagined. Evan was so. And it was wonderful. And the way Evan had his arms wrapped around Barty’s waist, pulling him closer made the butterflies in his stomach just soar. He wanted to stay like this forever, just utterly surrounded by Evan. He loved this. He loved- Oh. Oh. 

Oh that’s what this was. 

And it all made sense suddenly.

Evan pulled back panting for a moment and Barty tried to bite back the smile he could feel forming on his face as he saw Evan’s kiss bitten lips. 

He leaned back in again to keep going but Evan glanced his eyes around and sighed.

“Barty.”

He motioned his hand out and Barty glanced around. The room was empty, the others must have snuck out while he and Evan were- he tried to stifle his smile again as he thought about it. He clearly didn’t manage very well because Evan flicked his arm angrily.

“It’s not funny.”

“No, no I wasn’t laughing I just…had fun.”

Evan glanced up at him eyes wide and pupils dilated.

“Y-you did?”

“Yeah. We could…keep going. Only if you wanted obviously.” Barty mumbled. 

Evan opened his mouth and then shut it again. 

“I- I don’t know if that’s such a good idea Barty.”

Barty felt his world crash down around him. Or it felt something like that at least.

“Yeah. Yeah it was stupid I shouldn’t have- I uh-“

His words felt like lead in his mouth. He was so stupid. So fucking dumb. He-

“Barty.”

Evan’s voice was soft and grounding. Evan’s hand on his shoulder was even more grounding. He looked up at his best friend.

“You good?” Evan asked.

“Yeah. Thanks. I just shouldn’t have said that.”

“Barty…do you like me?”

“I- yeah. A lot actually.”

It felt somehow wonderful and horrifyingly disarming to admit. He squirmed under Evan’s gaze. Vulnerable, as a rule, was not a thing Barty Crouch Jr strived to achieve. 

Evan’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh. Oh same. I really…”

Barty’s breath hitched. 

“Be my boyfriend, please.”

He asked voice scratchy and quiet.

Evan paused. He seemed to be having a conversation in his mind, eyebrows furrowing. Barty reached up and pressed a thumb between his two brows.

“Talk to me.”

Evan sighed softly.

“I can’t give you the things you want in a relationship.”

“Evan the thing I want is you.”

“I know. But I don’t, I hate sex, it just grosses me out and I don’t think I’ll ever want to do it and I know you like it and- and I don’t want you getting bored of just me.”

“How could I ever get bored of just you?” Barty murmured, eyes searching Evan’s face for some kind of plausible answer. Impossible. Because I could never be bored of him.

“Barty there’s no going back if this all blows up in our faces.”

Evan warned but Barty could feel the way his face had edged closer.

“Evan there already is no going back. Besides I never want to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

And with that they kissed again. And when they broke apart again it was because Barty couldn’t stop grinning. Foreheads pressed together they breathed gently.

“So will you be my boyfriend?”

Barty asked with a chuckle.

Evan mussed up his hair again.

“What do you think you cunt?”

“Mmm I think your insults won’t work anymore now that I know how irresistible you find me.”

Evan groaned as Barty tugged him up to standing.

“I take it all back, I hate you.”

Barty laughed, pulling Evan to his bed. 

They fell asleep there, cuddling and whispering soft words and gentle laughter till Regulus found them in the morning, curled up against each other with soft smiles.

“Fucking FINALLY!”

Barty and Evan just laughed. 

[chthonicgodling]

OC Kiss Week - day 1!

featuring Maci - and friends! As it says on the tin - I absolutely had to start off within the Elysium’verse! OC Kiss Week to me means sending your OC to kiss your friends’ OCs and conveniently Maci’s collection of special friends basically ALL do belong to my RP partner bestie @fenixethekid so like - how else could I possibly start this week off?!

So, STARRING, the fabulous ensemble cast of Fenixe, your Elysium’verse regulars who are kissing Maci canonically almost on the daily, please say hello to:

Tory! (Maci’s number one, & only kitten uwu🥰) Laphi! Jesse! Epi! Eury! Meno! Alena!

✨AND THEN OFF TO BREAK THE FOURTH WALL!

*gender is fully fake in Elysium but everyone here except Maci & Alena (she/her) use he/him pronouns, or more like he/whatever😋

**I’ve said this before but AGAIN to say via many previous comics that EeL is Maci n’ Tory’s Favored Consort implies that they have OTHER consorts and. OH BOY DO THEY

***speaking of EeL please note this is an OC only event and so EeL, whomst I have sole custody of, is actually forced to sit this week out anyway and I promise you he’s absolutely seething and fuming with jealousy offscreen about it, it’s fine it’s fine. umm hwhops

ANYWAY! yayayay to Maci & Tory & their pile o’ bonus partners. Their aggressively open relationship is absolutely MADE for this week 😈😈 I paired these drawings as couples; Jesse&Laphi are married, Eury&Epi are married, Meno&Alena are (hm actually not married?) together & in a throuple with Hess who belongs to me and so is not shown hereee even though she’s also fucking Maci lmao but friend-OCs onlyyyy

And finally, the last drawing - a bridge between this & the crossovers that I’m sending Maci after the rest of this week. Wheee welcome to the multiverse babygirl!! She’s so excited to hook up with strangers 😍 (sorry in advance every single background is going to be pink like this)

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s drop featuring, maybe, YOUR OCs!

[My tag for all of these can be found here!]

start! ❤ Day 1 ❤ Day 2 ❤ Day 3 ❤ Day 4 ❤ Day 5 ❤ Day 6 ❤ Day 7 ❤ aftercredits

[thesagesjournal]

[Live stream] ACT SWITCH ②

Appearing characters: Figaro, Riquet, Bradley, Snow, White, Mitile

Figaro: Good evening, everyone! I’m Figaro Garcia from Vollmond Production and…

(Snow: Kya~h, Fifi~!)

(White: Snow and I are watching! You’re looking drop-dead gorgeous today!)

Figaro: Oh my, what are you two doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be able to make it…

Riquet: Ehehe, the three of you have such a good relationship.

(Snow: Well, thankfully, we’re our own bosses!)

Bradley: Y’all got way too much free time on yer hands if yer battin’ yer eyelashes in fronta all these people…

(White: We must keep an eye on our dear children one way or another.)

Figaro: I knew it was too good to be true…

Riquet: Good evening to everyone watching. I’m Riquet Ortiz.

(Snow: Oh, shush, you!)

Bradley: Bradley Bain’s the name.

(White: Don’t be such a grouch!)

Bradley: …Ah…Achooo!

Figaro: Careful!

Riquet: Bradley! Cover your mouth when you sneeze!

(Snow: Our cutie-patooties!)

Bradley: Daw, gimme me a break… My nose got itchy all of a sudden. …Damn allergies.

Figaro: It’s that time of the year again, hmm. Need a tissue?

Bradley: Yeah, ya got the soft kind?

Figaro: Unfortunately, those happened to be Little Saku-chan’s favourite toy today.

Riquet: You’ll have to make do with what’s left.

Riquet: …Look at poor Saku-chan over there in the corner. He must know what he’s done.

Bradley: I ain’ beefin’ with a cat, chill.

Figaro: Come on, let’s get back on track. It’s time for our weekly livestream!

Figaro: If you’ve been following us for a while, you probably know we’ll be playing major roles in an upcoming drama called “ACT SWITCH”.

Bradley: If yer curious what them geezers hafta say, they gave us this. ‘Ere, Riquet.

Riquet: Right. …Ahem, a sliver of truth goes a long way for building trust between co-stars.

Riquet: Use this opportunity to get to know each other in a more personal way.

Riquet: Talk about your daily routines or items you always bring along wherever you go.

Riquet: And what better way to do that than playing a round of “what’s in my bag”!

Figaro & Bradley: O~oh!

Bradley: Not bad. We need somethin’ more low-key after Shylock and Faust’s last stream.

(Snow: Yayayay!)

(White: We’re super-duper excited!)

Figaro: Shylock went all-out, didn’t he? Leno said he could practically see the tension in the air back there.

(Snow: Keep this stream PG13, pretty please!)

Riquet: Should I go first? …This is my everyday bag, so I only bring essentials like my wallet, a memo pad, two handkerchiefs and a lunchbox.

(Snow: Aww, how cutieful!) 

(White: Look at that embroidered little dragon!)

Bradley: That’s a bigass lunch box. What are ya, a pro-baseball player or somethin’?

Figaro: Do you always bring your own lunch? That’s very responsible of you.

Riquet: The portions they offer at the set are a bit on the smaller side, so I figured I should try cooking for myself more.

What’s your signature dish, Riquet? 

Riquet: Probably bread pudding! I love the recipes on “Nelly’s Whimsical Kitchen”, and I’ve been making them for so long now that I’ve got them fully memorised!

I want to try your home-cooked meals!

Riquet: I’m still very much a beginner at this, but once I’ve mastered it, I’ll treat everyone to the fluffiest omelette you’ve ever tasted!

Riquet: I made my own lunch today as well, and it was super yummy!

Figaro: Truly, nothing beats a hearty meal. Thank you for taking the initiative, Riquet.

Bradley: Guess I’ll go next. Gorman, bring it ‘ere.

Bradley: I got more of a compact clutch, with only the essentials also.

Bradley: First, we got a nice pair o’ shades, headphones, a charger, hair gel, an’ ‘course, these…

Figaro: A… perfume atomiser and a ring? Ooh, that smells strong.

Riquet: But it suits you just right. Even a light whiff of it makes me want to come closer.

Bradley: Heh, it’s the scent of a bad man ya know ya gotta stay away from, but jus’ can’t help comin’ back to. It’s my personal brand, “Zeit Höhle’s” newest launch.

Bradley: This ring over ‘ere is also designed by yers truly.

(Snow: He’s self-promoting again…)

Figaro: Didn’t know we were including a self-promo section. Something tells me you came here just for this, didn’t you?

(White: He totally did.)

Bradley: So? Who cares? To all my fellow bad boys listenin’, our brand’s got everythin’ ya need to bring yer game to the next level.

Figaro: Alright, I’ve kept my fans waiting long enough, but, hey, you have to leave the best for last, hm? Here’s what’s in my bag~...

Bradley: Hey, I ain’ finishished yet!

That bag… Could it be…!

Figaro: Yep, this is the same bag I mentioned in that magazine interview. It was a special gift from Director Snow for winning the 21st Walpurgisnacht Movie Awards for the best male role.

That key holder… Could it be…!

Figaro: Yep, this is the same key holder I mentioned on that talk show. Director White gave it to me for my birthday. It’s the mascot of “Pretty Father and Fancy Mother”.

(Snow: We can never give a bad gift!)

(White: And what do we say after someone gives you a gift, Fifi?)

Figaro: Yeah, yeah, thank you very much. I’m forever inbdebted to you, and so on and so on…

Figaro: Inside we have my phone, wallet, some sunscreen and mint-flavoured gum. And also something to represent my cuter side, like this Muumuu hairpin.

Bradley: …Muumuu?

(Mitile: Hello!)

Riquet: Oh! Hi, Mitile!

Bradley: It’s been a hot minute since we last saw you ‘round! What’s up, lil’ fella?

Figaro: Speak of the devil! You have impeccable timing, Mitile.

(Mitile: I heard you were streaming today, so I had to come and see!)

Figaro: Muumuu is an anime character that Mitile voices.

(Mitile: Muumuu!)

Figaro: He gave me the pin during one of their recordings.

Riquet: I have one as well! I always wear it when I’m doing my make-up or reading scripts.

(Mitile: Mister Figaro’s bangs were quite long back then, so I thought he could use it!)

Figaro: Want to try it on, Bradley? I have two, so I don’t mind sharing one with you.

Bradley: I’ll pass.

Riquet: Don’t be like that. Come here, I’ll put it on for you.

(Mitile: Please try it on! For me!)

Bradley: Heeesh…

Looking cute, boss!

Bradley: I’m anythin’ but ‘cute’...

Looking cool, boss!

Bradley: Yer real bad at lyin’, kid, these kinda words don’ work on me.

Riquet: Now that we’re all twinning, let’s upload a group photo! Give me a cute pose!

Figaro & Riquet: Look at us~!

(Mitile: Cu~te!)

Bradley: Can I take this off now?

Figaro: Go on and post it, and don’t forget to tag us!

(Snow: We’ll post our pic too!)

Bradley: Ugh, yer still ‘ere, eh…

Riquet: Hehe, if Mitile was here, we would’ve included him as well.

(White: We all look oh-so-adorable!)

Everyone: See you next time!

[abracatastrophi]

EVERYONE GO SAY HAPPY BDAY TO @aztrokraut RN!!!! 💗💗 faithie imannneee krautieee ilysm thank yuo for being my gal pal for 7 yrs ♡♡♡♡♡♡ *showers youin kisses * I can't wait to visit next week yayayay

[theshepherdshound]

You've been wonderful about asking about my au but now I'm curious is there anything you'd like to talk about yours that hasn't come up yet on your blog/is going to be featured/focused on in your fic?

Also got any little incidental hcs about narinder or the lamb that aren't important but you think are neat?

yayayay!! i am so fascinated in hear how other folks are interpreting things because this is 100% a new process to me- so like woah?? everyone has so many thoughts??? it's v cool

i am currently kind of obsessed with thinking about the ducks and the implication of old gods/what even are they? i remain eternally confused by the fact they are ducks are all design wise but i do kind of respect the fact that they're not owls for some reason. i talk more about them behind the wall in case folks are like eww too spoilery

the lamb is very good at juggling- there's like a nomadic period for sheep that some stay on forever where they travel and that when they learned. there's a lot of sheep culture stuff that is likely never going to be openly described because the lamb hates the idea of sharing. but it's also how they got through a lot of being on the run and how they got so good at getting everyone to like them; it's a lot easier to survive if folks like you

narinder is very good at cooking which annoys the lamb because he didn't spend much time eating or preparing food- but since he's been alive so long he's just kind of good at hand skills? i like their exchange about it a lot

he's also good at floral arranging- that one is both important and not important?

there's an ongoing thread coming out of continuum? there's kind of a hierarchy of the non-mortals which Narinder is currently keeping from the lamb because tbh he doesn't like to think about it and is just kind of pretending (up until the chapter from last week) he can ignore it

the ducks are kind of like constructs? things that don't need crowns to be powerful and represent unGodly concepts- the fact the Chemach has a crown is what made her mad in that wearing one and not being a mortal who could ascend to Godhood meant she couldn't like... hold two positions at once? her relationship with Narinder is the most complicated as they were... coworkers? how to describe it while it is still something i am chewing on is just like ???- he's upset she put on a crown but also not super surprised

it's still kind of fuzzy in my mind but unlike where someone like Shamura represented the ideal of knowledge, Clauneck is Fate and thus reality kind of bends around him like a blackhole. He's both the thing that is happening and the idea/concept of the thing that is happening. So in the scene where the lamb draws cards from him and Narinder says it'll only be true once Clauneck sees it he's right; Fate is only real once you perceive it

editing this in but IT MAKES WHAT HE SAYS TO NARINDER REALLY MEAN- like genuinely he's like UMM actually everyone has always hated you stfu and leave me alone, sharing my secrets

and then the mystic seller is just the universe personified and is kind of hanging out fucking around and laughing at everyone. it tries to keep things relatively on track but will also wildly throw something off course if it thinks it'll be more interesting. running to the mystic seller is kind of the last resort a God has and it can backfire horribly if it doesn't feel like playing nicely. an unGodly thing can't barter with it as they are themselves concepts, they can make reality wiggly though- just not outright change it. not entirely sure how much i will explore the difference between Gods and Old Gods cause like EHhHHEKFNS but mainly;

mortal => Gods => unGodly things => super god aka the mystic seller

the world was a lot more complicated when Narinder was a God and unchained- lots of stuff happened, and then he has a huge knowledge gap of what the Old Faith was like without him around.

his being defensive on a lot of stuff is more him just not knowing things and not wanting to appear weak, really he just wants to nap and ignore everything but thinks he's supposed to try and get his crown back because it's what he was told he wanted before

[suffarustuffaru]

So thoughts on the final

major spoilers for arc 8’s ending down below!!! :3

LISTEN ANON KILLING ME WOULD HURT LESS THAN THAT ENDING OHHHUOUGHHHH GOD D D D D DD. DOUGHHHHB GHODKDODK D D D D D FUCUUUUUKKKKKKK MY LIFE E E E OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM GLAD PRISCILLA WENT OUT ON HER OWN TERMS BUT FUUUUCKKKK THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE RAGGH RAGGHH

anyway heres a slightly more coherent list of things i liked about the finale :)

^^ priscillas ending speech will forever live in my head ;-;; what a way to go out ;-;;;; shes so amazing ;-;;;;; and wowwwwww this speech summarizing the whole thing with rezero and its relationships oughhh oughhh oughhhh ougghhhhh and tying it back to priscillas worldview and character fuuuuck

SUBARU THREW OUT HIS POISON PILL?? HOLD UPPPPPPPPP—

subaru is now an adult again yayayay!!!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN AFTER THIS RAGGHHHA AGAGHRHRH

i like the bittersweetness of it all :) i hope everyone gets a lot of rest after all this!!!!! but i also hope subaru gets more consequences for his rbd abuse but im sure tappei will cook with that Eventually. theres some Depressing third trial lines to get to after all. but also you could say priscilla permadeath Was some form of consequence ;-; ough. you cant save everyone….. and she accepted this end for herself….

this dialogue vv

LMFAOOOO 😭😭

al schult and heinkel are up for adoption after this huh. and arakiya……. will be in shambles…….

WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN AFTER THIS WTF F F F F F F FF

im gonna cry every time priscilla comes on screen for season three :(((((((((((( ough :((( :(((((( :((((((

i like how we briefly revisit everyone in the last arc 8 chapters :,)))) ough………… good leadup for that ending amirite ahahahahahahahah

a bit of stuff happened in my personal life at the same time this chapter came out so i was glad to cry over fictional things :) BUT RGGAHHHHAGAGHRRGHJ PRISCILLA :((( a good send off for her though!!! :(((( thank you priscilla for being the character ever :,,,))))

OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ARC 888888 FUCKCJKKKCKCK FUCKJKKKKKKKKKK THAT WAS SOME “the accident wasnt your fault” type shit FUCUJKKK

[crab-funk]

Hello to my fellow The Kingmaker Histories™ fans. I was too absorbed in listening to liveblog, so here's an unorganised ramble about the assorted joys episode 22 (Fenetre L'Esprit) has brought me. Obviously it's all spoilers, so I'll toss em under the cut.

NUMERO UNO IS WOOO YEA BABYFACE JOHN APPEARANCE!!! YAYAYAY!!! JUMPING FOR JOY!!! Ohh I love his beautiful resonant voice so much...I hope he made it out of the bar fight okay. I'm sure he did. It's understandable that the gang did not take him with them, but woww, ruuude /j He was being so chill the whole time!

Speaking of beautiful voices, holy shit. I'm saying what everyone else is probably saying but like. S'always so fucking cool when a voice actor can do the 'character doing an impression of another character' type deal. Peacock and Renay do Ariadne as Colette and Colette as Ariadne (did I get the order right?? I can't read) respectively so perfectly. Utterly convincing and supremely funny.

Which leads me to how much I appreciate that Ariadne is just so godawful at pretending to be Colette that Eisen and Telesphore instantly recognise something is up!! Feel like I've seen so many iterations of body-swapping plots where the other characters are just idiots who can't tell their friend is obviously not quite themself. It was very gratifying to see that the boys acted in a realistic way. Terribly amusing that Colette is also awful at being Ariadne, but escapes detection due to the other's reputation for Killing People. God knows what would've happened if not for that!

Anyway, back to voice acting. Not only do we get Colette and Ariadne swapping places, we get Eisen and Telesphore as well! As a treat. Nazeer and Rubino also knock it outta the friggin park - Eisen and Telesphore sound so freakin cute as each other ohh my god. Cool that the sensory nightmare trading bodies with another species would present is acknowledged between em.

And then as a double treat, Telesphore n Ariadne swap. It's so interesting how their voices are different in more subtle ways than the others when they switch places. Which makes sense, they both lean toward sounding a bit posh in their own ways. Not gonna lie, Ariadne speaking through Tel was kind of hot. Hope I'm not speaking out of turn with that, but 'tis my honest opinion.

That concludes my thoughts, I think. Overall, I thought it was a really well-considered take on the whole body swappin trope - which is super refreshing. Sorry if I got anything wrong or used the wrong names. For some reason when I read over what I've written it all kind of blurs together into a big white-on-black smudge. Maybe cuz I've got a cold rn.

If you read my inarticulate yammering, thank you! I'm halfway thru ep 23 rn so I'll try n remember to talk abt it too! It's really good so far (I say this about every Kingmaker Histories episode and you can't fucking stop me >:D)