pymesyemprendedores

[honeyxmonkey]

Will Solace, son of Apollo

[kentjohnson91]

memes

[aaandbackstabbed]

Huey: Don’t you realise you could die?

Dewey: I’m not going to die. I’m twelve?

Huey: And so you can’t die?

Dewey: I just don’t see it happening.

[thefreelanceangel]

😤 = How would/does your muse handle unruly, difficult or dangerous behavior from their children?

"Same way I was handled. If it's immediately dangerous or potentially lethal, step in and tell the kit what you're doin' and why. Otherwise, well... kits gotta kit, right? Give 'em enough room to run, stuff to climb and explain to 'em why people like things like 'please' and 'thank you,' they'll turn out fine."

{C'allie subscribes to the Kyho method of child-rearing, which is very successful when participated in by 50+ adults all keeping an eye out for the rampaging herd of children that tear through the camp. Fortunately for her, [and her children] the primary caregiver for the Catte House spawn is Targur. And he is a magnificent father, demonstrating all the patience, firmness and kindness that children thrive under.

C'allie and Lulu, well... They're the ones who praise the kits for being devious little pranksters and teach them how to pick locks, climb walls, steal cookies out from under Zale's nose and braid Thrav's tail fur to rug fringe.}

[lunasun1verse]

The least this loser could do is get an OF and help with utilities or buy his own treats…. 🙄

He’s cute enough, right? Like look at this sex magnet! Gettin all the pxssy if he wanted to….

Tell him to get a damn job 😒

Also quick note: I know the concept of familiars is a bit rocky….. I can tell you the story of how he came to be my familiar in another post, but I promise you, that’s definitely the appropriate title for him.

[im-derty-dan]

whoever wrote that cute lil gvf fic where the boys go to disney captured samuel's vibe perfectly and these vlogs are proving that

[protect-namine]

wilhelm xenosaga is the funniest antagonist because he killed jesus and created catholicism (yes), he's literally the ceo of all the governments and weapons companies that are fighting each other, he spends thousands of years gathering his magic batteries for his gadget to reset the universe — which is his literal job, btw, as the manifestation of the will of the collective unconscious to not see the universe collapse just because humans still fuck things up even after death (as gnoses). he does all of this while exhibiting mega divorce energy with yeshua as if them watching each other prepare to "destroy" the universe as humans know it (lower domain) in every loop is just flirting on a regular tuesday, and he's done this so many times before, but then he finally fails because mary magdalene became a robot lesbian who wanted to protect the wish of her reincarnated girlfriend to just face the end of the universe head on

this is such a weird sentence to write but I'm watching a summary of xenosaga lore (it's 24 videos. I am only in part 10) and it's such a bonkers series. anyway, I heard there is a wilhelm expy in xenoblade so maybe I will play that series just to see what new incarnation he gets

[clochanamarc]

aisling: u cannot tell a single soul what's going on, lads, i swear, you cannot tell anyone, it's too dangerous, it's better to leave everyone here alone and safe, just lie to them if they insist on answers, but telling them puts their lives in danger--

trent, frantically speed-dialling everyone he knows: I'M GOING TO IRELAND WITH MY STEPSISTER AND THERE'S A MAN THERE WHO'S A SORCERER AND HOT AF AND WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE THE UNIVERSE U WANNA COME WITH?

[caswellseyes]

Wip Writing Game

i was tagged by @molinapattersons - thanks for the tag!! these are all from my jatp horse nursery home au, because i’m procrastinating finishing up the evergreen series lol

Rules: Go to your current work in progress and share the following:

The first line from the work

By the time Alex reaches Molina stables, the rain has turned from a slow drizzle to a steady downpour, thoroughly soaking him and his bike.

The first line of your current chapter or for one shots, the first line of the tenth paragraph. 

Willie lifts their head, uncertain eyes finding Alex’s. Something about what they see must be reassuring, because the corner of his mouth crooks up into a smile.

The last line you wrote.  

��Hey,” Alex calls out to the intruder, heart beating loudly in his chest, “this is private property. If you want to wait out the storm, there’s a shed in the meadow that’s open.”

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet.

“I found a horse,” Willie says. The storm rages on behind him. A stroke of lightning strikes at just the right time to illuminate the small, scrawny pony standing behind him. “Well, a pony, technically. Uhm. Help?”

i have completely lost sight of who has and hasn’t been tagged yet, so if you see this and you want to do it, here’s your tag!

[prettiestlovergirl]

TROUBLE

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; slytherin!reader; spoiled!reader; ditzy!reader; semi-public sex; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); oral fixation! reader; slight dumbification; rough sex; fingering; italian!theodore nott.

a/n: giggling and kicking my feet with this one, I LOVE ITALIAN! THEO. one of my favorite hcs. i had a grand ole time writing this one hehe. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

theodore nott thrived on things being neat and orderly.

he was reserved, controlled, proper. his hair was always perfectly styled, his uniforms neatly pressed, every single act was planned in advance, he functioned 5 steps ahead of the world.

even when he and his friends were cruel or caused some sort of chaos, it was perfectly controlled. there was nothing that could break his focus, his drive, his desire for perfection.

well, except for you that is.

you and theo had been... acquaintances for years. you had classes together, attended the same house parties, you were incredibly hard to miss. you were his opposite in every way: you were bold, impulsive, fucking chaos personified.

he liked controlled actions, carefully planned out steps, and neat perfection and you? you liked everything but.

he should have wanted nothing to do with you, should have been appalled by you but.... it was exactly the opposite. everything about you seemed to draw him in. your charming smiles, your hissed demands, your expensive taste, everything about you fascinated him.

something about you made him want to lose control, to let you drive him insane. being around you felt messy, felt like playing with fire, he should have never been alone with you.

being alone with you meant thoughts of letting you ruin him completely and letting him ruin you ran wild, so he always made sure to have a buffer or three to keep you at arm's length.

but when snape asked if anybody could tutor you... he couldn't resist offering his services, being your knight in shining armor. you'd just looked so desperate, with your glossy pink lips sticking out in the sweetest little pout.

now, however, he was seriously regretting allowing himself to think with his dick instead of his rational brain. you were so close he could smell the fucking strawberry scented shampoo you used and the way it mixed in with your expensive perfume.

theo prided himself on his self-control, so really, it was pathetic that 40 minutes with you sitting across from him had him so tense. he tried to focus on helping you, but you consistently pulled him off course.

you hated studying, hence the need for a tutor. you could never focus, it was just so boring. especially right now, when you had the theodore nott helping you out. how could you be expected to focus on potions when you could pick the brain on the most poise and proper man in your year?

you couldn't help but tease him a bit, i mean, you figured he was indestructible. you joked around and flashed him flirty little smiles, relishing in every teasing comment or joke you pulled out of him.

eventually, theo couldn't take it anymore. he was one pink-tinted glossy smile away from grabbing you right then and there. he excused himself abruptly, lying about needing to find you another book. really, he just needed a second to breath strawberry-free air and calm himself down.

but you had to follow him, didn't you? you just had to follow him into the secluded section, hands behind your back, pouty lip caught between your teeth. "are you alright, theo?" you questioned, eyes full of concern as his name rolled off your tongue perfectly.

and that was all it took for his last shred of self-control to break.

it had taken you completely by surprise. one moment, you were afraid you'd upset him, going to follow him and apologize for your teasing. the next, he'd murmured a quick "fanculo" (fuck it) and crashed his lips onto yours.

the kiss was rough and unrestrained, not at all how you'd imagined he'd have kissed. you thought it would be chaste and sweet, all proper like him. the roughness, the desperation of it all had you moaning on impact in both surprise and delight.

theo relished in your moan, pushing his tongue past your lips and teeth to explore your mouth. his tongue moved so expertly; it made your brain go a little fuzzy. his tongue drew moan after moan out of you.

his long, nimble fingers expertly unbuttoned your shirt before tugging your bra down just enough to expose your mouthwatering tits to him. the cool library air made your nipples harden instantly.

"merda, guaio." (shit) he swore, pulling away from your lips to admire all your exposed flesh. he watched as your chest heaved while you caught your breath. "you gonna be quiet for me, mio tesoro?" (my treasure) he asked, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his eyes stayed on yours.

it took a moment for you to even register that he was talking to you. your mind was spinning with a million different thoughts but you still found yourself unable to come up with a coherent sentence.

it felt a little like you had whiplash. you couldn't quite believe that the perfect and oh-so-calculated theodore nott was currently swirling his tongue around your nipple in the middle of the library.

"i asked you a question, guaio." he cooed, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh and making you gasp. "yes. yes, i'll be quiet." you breathed, nodding your head rapidly as your eyes stayed trained on his. "brava ragazza." (good girl)

his words burned into your skin, the wetness between your thighs practically gushing over your panties while he continued to suck and lick both of your nipples until they were coated in his saliva.

"t-theo.." you whimpered softly, biting your lip harshly as one of his hands trailed under your skirt, fingers brushing against the wetness soaking your panties. "please..." you gasped.

the sound of you whimpering out his name drove him fucking insane, his hands quickly sliding your panties off and shoving the damp fabric into his back pocket before brushing his thumb over your swollen clit.

you mewled out in pleasure, his smooth thumb making your vision get a little hazy. "so fucking wet, guaio." he groaned quietly, continuing to rub your clit with his thumb.

you didn't see when he pushed a finger deep inside, making you cry out before his free hand smacked over your mouth. "gotta be quiet for me, or i'll have to stop." he hissed, making you whine at the idea of him stopping anytime soon.

"'m s-sorry." you moaned against his palm, hand latching onto his arm. you brought two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking them and coating them with your saliva in order to help keep you quiet while he consumed you.

he played with your body with ruthless precision while you writhed in pure bliss, free hand gripping onto the bookcase beside you as you moaned around his fingers.

he pushed a second finger into you and then a third, stretching your puffy walls out over and over with his thrusts. your knees were practically shaking when his fingers crashed into that familiar, gummy spot that made your toes curl.

he forced his fingers further down your throat once he hit the spot, keeping you from screaming out in pleasure while you came all over his hand.

theo relished in your pussy walls fluttering around his fingers, the squelching sounds of your wetness coating his hand making his trousers feel fucking unbearable at this point.

he pulled his fingers out of both your holes, letting you catch your breath for just a second before shoving his cum-soaked fingers back into your mouth. "clean them for me, will you guaio?" he cooed, a borderline deranged smirk on his face as you did just that.

"cazzo, i can't enough of you." (fuck) he huffed, pulling his fingers back out and spinning you towards the bookcase. he pressed your face lightly against the bookcase, bringing his hands down to quickly bring his cock out from his pants.

you gripped onto the bookcase for support, face pressed against some old atlas' no one ever used anymore will your nipples scraped the smooth wood.

"you're gonna be the fucking death of me, guaio." he hissed, before lifting your skirt back up and thrusting roughly into you. you gasped and moaned against the shelf, unable to help yourself before his fingers pushed back into your mouth.

you gagged and sucked on his two fingers while he thrusted roughly into you, muffling his grunts and groans of pleasure into your neck. his lips latched onto your sweet spot, teeth scraping over it repeatedly as he fucked you.

"so fucking tight, guaio. such a good fucking girl for me. you drive me fucking insane." he grunted, each word followed by a fast and rough thrust and made your whole body shake with pleasure as he fucked you.

his free hand gripped your waist tightly, keeping you from rocking the shelf as best he could while he moved roughly in and out of you. your tongue swirled around his fingers, muffled babbles about how fucking good you felt escaping your lips.

the neat and pristine man relished in turning you into a dumb, babbling mess. your own drool and saliva coated your chin as he fucked you.

it wasn't long before your legs started quivering and your pussy walls started to clench tighter around him. "'m gonna- f-fuck, 'm gonna cum!" you whined, the wet sounds of you gagging on his fingers and his cock pounding your pussy drove you insane.

theo bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing himself to stay quiet while he lost himself in your tight walls. his eyes were fixed on where you two were connected, the sight of your arousal creating a creamy white ring around his cock nearly sent him over the edge.

"cum for me, guaio. be a good girl and cum on my cock." he cooed in your ear, gripping your hip even tighter to fuck deeper into you until you coated his cock in your cum.

you had a couple tears running down your cheeks, mascara clumping as he continued to fuck you hard and fast until he reached his own high and painted your walls with his cum.

he buried his now sweat covered forehead into the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath while you panted. he pulled his fingers back from your mouth, letting them drag over your kiss swollen lips and chin.

theodore nott had fucking ruined you and he was sure you had done exactly the same, he had the crescent shapes etched into his arm to prove it.

"what does guaio mean?" you asked suddenly, absolutely butchering the pronunciation as you blinked your doe eyes at him. you would have looked so innocent if it weren't for the saliva and streaks of black.

"it means trouble, bambola." (doll)

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[tidesreach]

the whole symbolism of buck's loft is insane to me. like, the loft has been an established location in 911 for six years. and in that time buck has made zero effort to make a home in it. like it has barely changed in six whole years. nothing particularly personal about it at all. which is CRAZY when you consider buck as a character. like, this man is chaos personified, you absolutely cannot tell me that he is not an Organised Clutter man collecting silly little knick-knacks like he collects silly little facts. but there's NONE of that. like genuinely where is his stuff? well, i will tell you where, actually. it's at eddie's house. there is a reason buck's loft only ever feels like a home when eddie and chris are there and that's because they ARE his home. buck has never bothered to make the loft a home because he already has a home elsewhere.

[cxffecoupx]

hyper/calm dynamics

seventeen × gn reader silly ot13, absolutely unserious warnings: none, only goofy svt word count: 413 author's notes: this was a very unserious thought that came to my mind😭 may or may not have been thought of while watching business proposal videos... might just end up making a 'silly svt series' where i do more of such stuff. also, although i mention the term 'gf' here, it's just for the presentation; i've tried my best to make it gn!! i hope you like it :)

hyper gf, calm bf seungcheol, wonwoo, woozi

aka sunshine and sunshine protector. this is such a funny thought in my head like i can see their partner being so bubbly and bouncy and the boys just stand by, smiling awkwardly. they're probably like, holding a leash thats connected to their s/o in order to keep them within sight. dont join in on their s/o's antics, but very supportive from the sidelines, probably silently cheering them up. they may not match their partner's energies, but never question their love for them.

calm gf, hyper bf junhui, seokmin, mingyu, chan

literally the opposite. the boys giving absolute second hand embarrassment while their s/o's just there like 'baby i'm not even here'. boyfriend who? but, during rare occasions, the partners might just match the boys' energies; it's hard to not have them rub off on you. the inverse of the previous sunshine and sunshine protector. partner looks at their bf like he hung up the stars and moon and the whole universe.

calm gf, calm bf jeonghan, minghao, hansol

they just exude this peaceful vibe yk. you could join them at any moment and just... exist. tea party vibes fr like some tea, sweet cookies, gentle gossiping. dont have much energy for extraordinary stuff. they're both just happy to be there, with each other. others might find them too underwhelming, but they understand each other well enough. their love language is gentle loving.

hyper gf, hyper bf soonyoung

CHAOS personified. trouble, trouble and trouble yet again. if you think you can control this couple, you're WRONG. horanghae and horanghae enthusiast. match each other's energy to a level that is genuinely concerning (and lowkey terrifying). they're so chaotic it even drains the energy out of others with them. the calm ones are just purely afraid of them. not to worry tho, they do it out of love and love only. hold so much love for each other and everyone else its cute🤧

option d: all of the above jisoo, seungkwan

cant really pinpoint what they'd be cause their energy is all over the place. one thing for sure though, their partners definitely match their freak. i can just see it. if they're calm, they're calm together. if they're chaotic, they rain hellfire on everyone else. everyone prays they remain peaceful because it's hard to manage them otherwise. but no one can say for sure. they could wake up one day and collectively choose violence.

[buckleydiazincorrect]

Bobby: i thought that hiring eddie and letting him work with buck was my biggest mistake, those two are chaos personified

Athena: what changed your mind?

Bobby: ravi

Athena: what did he do?

Bobby: he worships buck

Athena: and thats a bad thing?

Bobby: eddie at least mildly hesitates when buck puts forward a dumb idea

Athena: ravi doesn’t?

Bobby: ravi is already gearing up to follow buck before he’s finished speaking

[bluesylveon2]

A theory about Skully J. Graves

Minor spoilers ahead

Okay so we all know that Skully is the new antagonist for the Halloween event. Everyone speculated that he is TWST Jack Skellington or TWST Doctor Finkelstein.

Here's the thing.

JACK IS LITERALLY IN THE TRAILER AND FEATURED IN THE SSR CARDS

This had me thinking. Who is Skully J. Graves the TWST version of?

I've read a few posts were Yana specifically designed Skully's hair to look like a skull (insert drum thing here) and his costume screams he is TWST Jack.

But how does he and Jack exist in the same space? We don't see that with any character and their Disney equivalent.

Here's the theory (a TWST theory!):

Skully J. Graves is from the Twisted Wonderland world.

The new event takes place in a book like the Stitch one, but the Stitch event never introduced personified characters. They only had people the audience is familiar with. Yet, Jack and Zero (maybe Sally too idk) will appear in the event.

My guess is that Skully somehow got trapped in the book and is gonna use the TWST boys to get out. He tries to earn their trust by spreading "Christmas" (or Halloween or who knows?) to the TWST world, which then ends in chaos.

My other guess is that he got amnesia or was originally from the book, but wants to get out after seeing the TWST boys and learning that there's a world outside of it (similar to how Jack was interested in Christmas after entering the door).

In the end, he gets stopped by Leona, Jamil, and Sebek.

Either way, he gets out somehow because his card will come in 2025. How he gets out is a good question. It's not as simple as visiting (like Rollo) or sneaking in (like Ernesto (still laughing at this)/Fellow and Gino/Gidel). I feel like his lines are gonna be funny tho for when he explains how he showed up to NRC. Let him join the Ramshackle group!

But that's just a theory. A TWST theory! :)

[its-avalon-08]

Hiiiii!! Can I request a daniel ricciardo x driver! reader? Like a grumpy! reader x sunshine! danny? with a hint of friends to lovers but the grid doesn’t know?

I was so excited to see someone open their request and can’t wait to read everythinggggg! Super grateful for the opportunity🫶 may you have a great time writing<3

Ps. It’s totally okay if this doesn’t get a response, I still look forward reading your other works ❤️

she's my grump

the monaco grand prix was always a whirlwind. the air crackled with champagne and exhaust fumes, celebrities swarmed the paddock, and for danny ricciardo, it was pure electric. but amidst the chaos, his gaze always landed on you, his secret weapon – literally and figuratively.

you, (y/n) (l/n), were the engineer who made his car a sleek, purring beast. you were also the complete opposite of him. where danny was sunshine personified, you were a sly smile and a dry wit, a black cat in a room full of golden retrievers. being slightly reserved whilst dating the man with the biggest smile would seem odd to others, but danny loved you in all your light.

"alright team!" danny boomed, his energy radiating as he clapped his hands. "let's make monaco ours!"

you, in redbull uniform, raised an eyebrow. "more coffee, sunshine?" you deadpanned, handing him a steaming mug.

he grinned, taking a swig. "thanks, (y/n). you're a lifesaver." he winked, then lowered his voice conspiratorially, "just remember, if we win, that victory shoey is all yours."

you snorted, a small sound that always tickled danny's heart. "just don't splash champagne on me and make sure you don't scratch the car."

he chuckled, leaning closer. "don't worry, love. i wouldn't dream of it." the last word was barely a whisper, sending a shiver down your spine. you were dating for a few months now, a secret you both fiercely guarded. it wasn't because you were ashamed, rather it was to protect both of your personal lives. you had been friends for seven years and dating for one year. all the other drivers loved you and saw you as a little sister. being the polar opposite of daniel, everyone thought you were a match made in heaven.

flashback

the cityscape of singapore twinkled below, a kaleidoscope of neon against the inky night. danny, relaxed after a podium finish, leaned against the balcony railing, a beer balanced precariously in his hand. you perched on a nearby chair, fiddling with a stray napkin. six years of friendship, countless late-night talks, and a simmering desire that threatened to boil over. tonight, you were determined to make a move.

"crazy race, right?" you started, your voice barely above a whisper. you hated how nervous you felt around him, a stark contrast to your usual sharp wit.

danny chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "yeah, those final laps were a heart-stopper. but hey, at least i didn't get sandwiched between bottas and verstappen this time."

you managed a smile. "true. though, witnessing your car-handling skills under pressure is always a treat for the eyes." a teasing lilt crept into your voice, the one that usually made him laugh. but tonight, he just raised an eyebrow, his gaze holding yours.

"so," you continued, feeling a familiar heat creep up your cheeks, "about that victory dinner tomorrow night..."

"yeah?" he prompted, taking a swig of his beer.

"well, i was thinking, maybe we could..." you trailed off, the carefully rehearsed words dissolving on your tongue. frustration bubbled within you. why was this so hard?

"maybe we could what?" danny asked gently, his voice laced with a hint of concern.

you squeezed the napkin in your hand, the flimsy paper threatening to tear. "forget it. it's stupid."

"hey," danny said, setting his beer down and turning to face you fully. his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now soft and serious. "nothing you say is stupid, (y/n)."

you looked away, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. "except maybe what i was about to say."

a beat of silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken emotions. you felt a tear prick your eye, the frustration morphing into a strange mix of despair and defiance.

"look, danny," you blurted out, your voice shaky, "we've been friends for, what, six years now? we practically share a brain when it comes to the car. but lately... lately, things feel different."

he stepped closer, his presence a tangible warmth in the cool night air. "different how?"

you took a shaky breath. "i don't know how to say this. it's stupid, really. but..." you met his gaze, your voice barely audible, "i think i might be falling for you."

the words hung heavy in the air. a flicker of surprise crossed danny's face, then a slow smile spread across his lips. it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

"you think?" he said, his voice a husky whisper. he cupped your face in his hand, his thumb gently brushing away the stray tear that escaped your eye.

"maybe," you mumbled, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

before you could say anything else, danny closed the gap between you. his kiss was soft, tentative at first, then deepened with a newfound urgency. it was a kiss filled with unspoken desires, a culmination of years of unspoken feelings. you melted into him, the familiar warmth of his friendship now tinged with a passionate intensity that left you breathless.

when he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, you could hear the ragged rhythm of his breath.

"i think i might be falling for you too, (y/n)," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "a lot more than maybe."

a laugh, shaky but genuine, escaped your lips. relief washed over you, mingled with a newfound sense of joy. in the neon glow of singapore night, under the watchful gaze of a million twinkling stars, you knew this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

end of flashback

the qualifying session was a nail-biter. you watched from the pit wall, your fingers unconsciously tapping a rhythm against the table. danny caught your eye, flashed a reassuring smile, and then was off, a blur of blue and red. when he secured pole position, the team erupted.

in the celebratory chaos, danny spotted you amidst the throng, a lone island of calm amidst the cheering. he weaved his way through the crowd, his eyes fixed on you. reaching you, he bent down slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.

"ready to celebrate, ms. genius ?" he asked, extending his hand.

you smirked, a playful jab back. "only if it involves avoiding exuberant displays of footwear."

he laughed, a sound that always warmed your heart. "no promises, love," he winked, then surprised you. his hand, instead of taking yours, brushed yours lightly, his pinky extending out and interlocking with yours.

you knew what it meant. a silent exchange in your secret language. a small gesture, easily missed by others, but to you, it was a secret handshake, a whispered affirmation in the middle of the storm. your own pinky curled around his, a silent promise. being a black cat dating the biggest golden retriever

the race was a heart-stopper. strategy calls crackled through your earpiece, fueling your anxiety. finally, the checkered flag fell, and danny emerged victorious. the roar of the crowd was deafening.

as danny jumped out of the car, his helmet still on, he scanned the crowd. his eyes met yours, and a wide grin split his face. he sprinted towards you, the cameras flashing around you. but he ignored them all, reaching you and scooping you into a tight hug.

"we did it, (y/n)!" he shouted, his voice muffled by your silky hair.

you hugged him back tightly, a surge of relief and pride washing over you. in that moment, under the watchful eyes of the oblivious crowd, you knew your secret weapon wasn't just the science behind the car. it was the sunshine-haired driver with whom you shared a silent language, a pinky promise, and a love that thrived even in the whirlwind of monaco.

the other drivers, who had long suspected something between you two, exchanged knowing glances. lewis hamilton raised a knowing eyebrow at max verstappen. "looks like ricciardo found his lucky charm," he remarked.

max just grinned. "more like his secret weapon."

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i hope you enjoyed! happy reading <3 do send in more requests! as for pre existing requests- im working on it! lots of love ava

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[chrysanthemum9484]

Danny, several decades after his wife passed away from old age and holed up himself in the Infinite Realms and allowed time to become funky around his lair, became an ancient. Until then he classified as a gatekeeper, banshee and balance personified. Now he was ancient of space and balance.

Unfortunately for existence as a whole Danny gets lonely so he decides to have a kid the ghost way. And to prevent him from being a clone, the kid becomes a chaos lord.

Then he chose the name Klarion for himself. Growing up with ghosts made different kinds of fights have a different kinds of meanings. Magic fight means he is serious about defeating you and sees you as an enemy. A fist fight means that he is being friendly and doesn't care who wins. Stabbing means that he is flirting. And he is always expecting the same things. Always.

So imagine Klarion's reaction when Damian tries to stab him.