#it’s all in the genetics mine own brother

[duhmemo]

“Thou art a hag”

“o ho? Well mine own eyes declare that thou art made of the same fabric as this misshapen attempt at a horse likeness“.

*gasps in peasant*

Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’

[astonmartinii]

hey hey:) don’t know if you do requests but i was wonder if you could do a lando smau where the reader is scotty james’ younger sibling and is a snowboarder too?

frost bitten | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x james!reader

lando is dating scotty james' younger sister, all is well until some on track beef causes some problems at home.

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yourusername: when you're in a third wheeling competition and your opponent is me with lando and daniel

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user1: the stroll x james x norris x ricciardo family is so confusing but i love it

landonorris: when i'm in a being a cutie patootie competition and my opponent is y/n y/ln

yourusername: you're forgiven for not playing uno with me on the plane

landonorris: you know we're not allowed to play uno or monopoly in an enclosed space after the inchident

yourusername: i thought you'd make an exception for me

landonorris: you know i would, it's danny we have to worry about

danielricciardo: i don't know why i'm catching strays when you're the one who tried to commit grievous bodily harm over a +4 card

landonorris: THAT WAS ONE TIME

user2: the james family are so blessed with genetics it's crazy

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mclaren: lando and oscar are wrapped up warm with ice queen y/n james in the garage with us this weekend. the two time x-games winner and olympic gold medalist snowboarder is our special guest this weekend in barcelona.

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user3: so do all the teams just have joint custody of the james siblings?

astonmartin: some would say our catering is the best though

mclaren: y/n would have to disagree

redbullracing: i think we ALL know that we have the best catering

user4: the way they still introduce y/n as a snowboarder not lando's girlfriend

user5: i mean that is her profession

yourusername: i loved it as usual <3

landonorris: just cause i was there

yourusername: idk... oscar's coffee bangs

landonorris: i can think of something else of mine that bangs

oscarpiastri: THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE

user6: did they invite her so she could show lando how to actually win?

yourusername: first of all, BOOOOOO, second of all, thanks i'm going to steal that for whenever he's mean to me

landonorris: i've factually never been mean to you ever

yourusername: you literally tripped me this morning

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yourusername: proud of you always

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user10: i'm so gutted for lando, all that work to get on the front row only be taken out by no fault of his own

landonorris: i love you baby

yourusername: i love you too, it'll come to you soon, karma always prevails

user11: y/n talking about karma as if it isn't her soon-to-be brother-in-law

user12: she's always been the messy james sibling and we love her for it

user13: is she wrong though

mclaren: we'll come back stronger

yourusername: look after my boy, please

user13: fair play my guy got shunted but why are we acting like he's been murdered?

yourusername: lando has worked so so hard this season despite all the set backs so apologies if the first chance he got to prove himself was taken from him

scottyjames: can we like not text each other? why are you airing out the family business

yourusername: i'm not airing anything out, if anything you're doing exactly that by putting your two pence in

scottyjames: sorry for thinking my sister might have finally grown up and might have an adult conversation

yourusername: stop acting holier than thou like you don't curse everyone else out

user14: anyone else feel like we shouldn't be reading this?

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f1dramaandtea: it's all getting a bit heated, y/n and lando skipped the james-stroll family dinner after the racing incident between lando and lance. scotty and y/n went back and forth in the comments of her post of support for lando. with the x games coming up, will the siblings reconcile?

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user17: i feel like i'm watching the family argument at thanksgiving

user18: do i think y/n is being dramatic? maybe. but at the same time her lando are super serious and it's only natural for her to want to defend him

user19: idk i think scotty is being the dramatic one, lance was clearly in the wrong and to not even give lando any sympathy was crazy imo

user20: once again i am begging for public figures to sort their shit offline especially now considering they are SIBLINGS

user21: i think it'll be fine in a couple days, scotty and y/n always bicker but they always get over it.

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landonorris: the only one i'll ever need

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user22: like the beef is super sad and everything, but the lovey dovey posts from y/n and lando are keeping us FED

yourusername: you're such a sap, but you're my sap

landonorris: god i love you so so much

yourusername: forever and always

user23: i simply cannot wait for the canadian grand prix i need the drama

danielricciardo: oh to be young and in love

landonorris: thank you old man

danielricciardo: i am literally trying to be nice???

scottyjames: very cute

user24: i feel like this is a bit sarcastic

yourusername: oh grow up scotty

lancestroll: okay like can we get over it yet, me and lando have spoken i think y'all are just being stubborn now

yourusername: i'm a taurus let me live

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yourusername: what do you mean it's the biggest two weeks of my life? oh it's just the x games and the canada gp !! let's go lando and see whether we can go for gold again

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user25: as a lando and y/n stan i AM SO STRESSED I NEED THEM TO DO SO WELL

landonorris: you'll kill it baby i know you will

yourusername: couples that slay together stay together

landonorris: the rest of the world quakes in fear at our slay

yourusername: we'll come together to maximise our joint slay

oscarpiastri: okay i think we get it

user26: so like i need a double james gold even if it kills me

carlossainz55: good luck y/n you'll smash it

yourusername: thank you carlos, you and charles' snowboarding lessons will resume in the winter break

charles_leclerc: lord knows we need them

landonorris: not everyone has godgiven talent like myself

yourusername: baby, we all know it took over 10 lessons before you could even go more than 10ft before falling over

landonorris: baby you said you wouldn't tell anyone

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scottyjames and yourusername: siblings that board together, win together. we may fight like crazy, but we'll always be there for each other, whether it is grabbing toilet roll or winning gold !! big love to you all and thank you for all the support xx

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user28: JAMES SIBLING SLAY AS THEY SHOULD

landonorris: super super proud of you y/n

scottyjames: wow lando i thought we were over this

landonorris: what if i told you i was just taken aback by y/n's beauty and talent

scottyjames: hmmmmm, i'll give you a pass this once

landonorris: i joke - congrats scotty, i'm so happy for you

yourusername: thank you baby xxxx

astonmartin: war is over !! congrats scotty and y/n

danielricciardo: big moves from the james siblings as per

yourusername: you know it 💅

scottyjames: thank you baby

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f1: my big fat f1 snowboarding wedding - scotty james and chloe stroll tied the knot this weekend and it was a star-studded affair

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user28: i would sell a kidney to have been there

yourusername: magical weekend

landonorris: us next?

yourusername: teehee, need a ring first

danielricciardo: @mclaren come get you driver he's going crazy

landonorris: crazy in love

carlossainz55: are you still drunk?

user29: they all look SO GOOD

user30: this y/n and scotty reconciliation is hitting like crack

user31: i fee like we're glossing over lando saying he wants to marry y/n

oscarpiastri: try spending five minutes with them and you'll know they'll get married asap

note: eeeeeee hope you enjoy and this actually meets your request!! i had loads of fun writing this tbf xx

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Sibling Rivalry {1}

Pairing: F1 drivers (platonic) x fem!reader Summary: A little crack!fic as a driver!reader who is Max's little half-sister. Warnings: 18+ only, lots of bad language, protective big brother, sibling antics, daddy issues. WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three

There was nothing that irked you more than being called a Verstappen. Yes, you were Max’s sister, but that was where the relationship with the name ended. Your sperm donor, as you publicly referred to Jos, had never been a part of your life and that was one blessing you were thankful for. 

Somehow the bastard's genetics had won and that stupid racer’s blood ran in your veins. You liked to go fast. Your mother said that you could run before you could walk and the same went for driving. At 17 years old you had your super licence before your drivers licence, making it legal to drive at 200 mph around a circuit with insane corners but not 30 mph on the street.

Something about that seemed…odd.

It was worth it in the end. You could still remember the look on Jos’ face when you signed for Alpha Tauri. Oh, how the bastard had tried to credit himself with your achievement. But there were more similarities that you shared with your half sibling than you were willing to admit. One of those shared traits was brutal honesty. And you had let your honest thoughts fly when Jos opened his mouth.

Three years later the sperm donor was still bitter. He would surely have to get used to it, especially since you had just been named as a Red Bull driver, alongside Max.

Round One - Bahrain 2022 “This is a historical first, siblings racing together on the same team,” Ted Kravitz said as he walked along the pit, stopping outside Red Bull’s garage. “The two Verstappen's will be fighting each other for the Driver Championship, once again, while simultaneously working together to win the Constructors Championship. A very, very exciting season ahead I can already tell.”

You had been pulling your helmet on, about to climb into the RB18 when you heard the comment. The short temper you were well known for flared and you sauntered into the pit lane. “Hey, Ted Crapitz,” you called out as he stood writing in that little notepad of his.

He looked up a little stunned and his eyes darted at the camera that was always following him around. “It’s, uh, Kravitz.”

“Oh, my apologies, I thought it was just normal to make up offensive surnames. No?” you asked as you arched an eyebrow at him. “Because Verstappen isn’t mine, so don’t ever call me that again.”

“S-sorry, my mistake,” he stammered, but you were already shoving your helmet on and grabbing the halo to climb into your car. “A bit of a slap on the wrist for me there.”

You had no doubt that the video would go viral and the comments would call you a bitch but you didn’t care. Jos was a piece of shit and your mother didn’t raise you all on her own, working two jobs to pay for your karting years, just for you to be called a fucking Verstappen.

There was no better feeling than pulling out of the garage and heading to the track. The finely tuned car purred beneath you and you could feel the restrained power of it just waiting for you to pass the pit marker so you could push the throttle and free the beast you had worked hard to control.

“Radio check,” your engineer, Nicholas, ordered through the headset.

“Tell big bro to keep his mouth closed during the race. It can’t be healthy to eat my dust.” 

“Understood.”

The jeroboam size bottle of Ferrari Trento looked enormous in your hands as you shook it up and sprayed Charles and Carlos back after drenching you first. You may have been on the bottom step of the podium but you celebrated as if you had taken 1st place. Turning the bottle on the crowd, you spotted Max at the front with a wide grin on his face as he cheered with the rest of Red Bull. 

It was a little disappointing that he had DNF’d but there was always next week to battle it out again. In the meantime you enjoyed the adrenaline of the podium finish and the image of Jos standing to the side with a face like a slapped ass. It was a feeling you could definitely get used to.

Round Eleven - Great Britain 2022 The leaderboard changed almost every week, flipping like hotcakes between you and Max. It was labelled as sibling rivalry, and for once the media got it right. Though you hadn’t grown up with Max there was an innate need to know who was better, who could push the limits harder and who could get away with it. Some weeks it was you, some weeks it wasn’t. It was all part of the fun. 

Fun. Now that was something that came in spades. The camaraderie that came with the competitiveness was always something you enjoyed moving up from F3 and F2 before reaching F1. With only 19 other people sharing the same experience with you, it was impossible not to grow close to them. 

“Can you let Max in front today?” Lando asked as you walked along the grid. “Please?”

“Why would I do that?” 

“Because he’d rather look at your ass than Max’s, if he can hold third place.” You turned to the other McLaren driver to see a grin splitting the Australian’s face. 

“Aww, Lando, the real English gentleman,” you tutted sarcastically as you pulled your balaclava off your shoulder and snickered when it slapped Lando across the back of his head.

“Unnecessary violence, Spitfire,” he gasped before muttering under his breath, “I know who you get that from.”

A growl pulled back your lips and you punched him none too softly in the bicep, which was a double edged sword because it was far harder than you were expecting and you felt the hit in your knuckles. 

“Oh, Lando, Lando, Lando,” Daniel chuckled as he walked off to his car. “When are you going to learn?”

“You know the car goes faster with less weight,” Lando said as he rubbed his arm.

“Yeah, so?”

He shrugged sheepishly. “All that baggage you carry is weighing you down.”

“Well, that’s just stupid, metaphors weigh nothing...” You pulled your balaclava over your face as you walked from the second row to the front where the two Red Bulls were parked side by side. 

“Hey Lan,” you called out as you turned back with the urge to lighten the mood after he had looked crestfallen. “Don’t get too excited when I warm up my tires, that’s not me shaking my ass for you.”

You could see the corners of his eyes wrinkle with a smile that was hidden by the balaclava he pulled on. “A lad can dream, Spitfire.”

You had earned the nickname of Spitfire from dog-fighting your way to the front of the pack and it was one you were proud of, it certainly beat being called a bitch day in and day out. 

“Just keep it to your dreams, yeah? I’m already paying too much for therapy.”

“You can talk about your daddy issues later,” Max interrupted, tossing your helmet into your waiting hands. “Get in your car, zusje.”

You grinned to yourself as the formation lap began and you started weaving across the track to warm your tires. All Lando would be able to think about was your ass as the rear wing swayed side to side and the thought of made you laugh since you lived to torment the guys on and off the track.

“Radio check.”

“I can’t wait to show everyone the upgrades.”

“Understood.” There was a pause before Nicholas returned. “Uh, you weren’t scheduled for any upgrades.”

Your start was terrible as Max flew away at lights out and then you were nearly clipped in the first turn by Lando, the swerve you took to avoid a collision letting Charles slip straight past.

“DRS activated this lap.”

You passed the starting line on the heels of Charles, Lando close behind but not close enough to use DRS just yet. The Ferrari was quick but he was out of Max’s DRS range and your straight line speed was far superior, it was only a matter of time before you reached the first DRS zone and made your move to overtake. 

“Did you just use indicators?”

You laughed as you hit the buttons on your console before pulling out of the slipstream, the rear wing opened to reduce the drag, and flew past the red car. You hit the new button the electrical engineer had rewired before pulling in front of Charles and laughed as you saw the replay on the big screens around the circuit.

“It’s only polite to indicate when overtaking. Have you never read the road code?”

“I’m more worried about the FIA regulations than the road code.”

“You worry too much, Christian can afford a little fine.”

“£150,000 for a laugh! Are you taking the mick outta me?”

You tried to keep a serious face as you faced Christian but one look at Max’s amusement had a smile cracking through. 

“No, you don’t get to laugh about this,” Christian snapped, pulling your attention back to him. “You too, Max. It’s like having a couple of fucking children around here.”

“It was nothing to do with me,” Max argued. “I would never pull a stunt like that.”

“You have something on your nose,” you said as you pointed and he wiped at it. “Nope, still brown.”

His lip twitched before he snickered and playfully shoved your shoulder. 

A heavy sigh of disappointment filled the private room in the motorhome and you both looked at Christian. “With Max winning last year we are going to be under even more scrutiny, and this sort of behaviour isn’t going to earn us any favours. Cut the shit out and pay the fucking fine.”

You started to open your mouth to point out the fine was charged to Red Bull not you but a sharp elbow from Max had you clamming your lips closed again. 

“She’ll be better behaved,” Max promised with a glare that warned you to stay silent to save yourself from lying.

“Fine, get out there before the interviews are finished.”

You were never a fan of the post-race interviews but you left Christian’s office like it was lights out, racing ahead of Max to get to the media pit. 

You skidded to a halt at the side of the stage and Charles patted the empty space between him and Lando just as Max arrived. The other space on the couch was at the end beside Lance and you looked at Max with narrowed eyes before making a break for the better seat. Lando had to jump aside as you slammed into the seat just before Max but it didn’t stop him from planting himself on top and you groaned at the weight.

“Second place again, Max Emillian,” you wheezed as you tried to push him off and looked at Charles. “A little help?”

“Sorry, there are universal rules: we can’t interfere with sibling rivalries,” he said with an apologetic smile.

“Arthur’s my favourite Leclerc.”

Max took full advantage while you were distracted, staring daggers at Charles, and shoved you aside to take the cushioned seat with a smarmy grin. “Remember, best behaviour,” he warned as he got comfortable and accepted the microphone handed to you.

He should have known that the challenge couldn’t go unanswered and so you stood up, but you weren’t admitting defeat. His smile fell when you sat down on Lando’s lap, much to everyone’s surprise. 

“Hands off my sister, Norris,” Max quipped, but Lando’s hands were still in the air from where he froze, not knowing what to do with them or where to put them.

“This is quite comfy,” you noted as you wriggled around. “Maybe this can be my spot every week.”

“Fuck, fine,” Max growled as he stood up and walked down the line to sit with Lance. “Take the fucking seat.”

Charles laughed as you slipped into the seat and he held his fist out. “Everytime.”

You bumped his fist and smirked as the interviews finally got underway. “Every damn time.”

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[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Okayyy but hear me out. Sirius as a twin dad. One girl and one boy.

The toddler years include (and are not limited to):

♡ Lots of fighting and quarrels between the two of them. Little kids have big emotions, and they aren’t afraid to express them.

“Come here, little love, let me fix your hair.” Sirius coos at his little girl, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into his lap. “Your mummy will have my head if I let you run around with a bed head all day.”

Charlotte squirms and tries to make a quick getaway (“Noooooo, Daddy!”), but eventually settles and allows Sirius to run a brush through her tangled hair. She—like her brother—was genetically gifted with the Black family hairline: thick, wavy, and easily matted if left to its own devices.

Whilst trying to get a particularly stubborn knot out of the girl’s hair, Sirius is startled by the sudden sound of his son, Sammy, zooming by on his toy broomstick.

“Hey!” Charlotte protests, slipping out of Sirius’s grasp. “That’s mine!”

“No, it’s not!”

“Yes, it is! Get off now!”

“Oh, Merlin..” Sirius sighs, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand. “Here we go.”

♡ Parenting is a full time job, and you don’t get to clock out even after the children are off to bed.

In the midst of undressing yourself for nighttime, Sirius creeps up behind you and snakes his hands around your midsection. His stubble tickles the crook of your neck, causing quiet giggles to escape your mouth.

“Mrs. Black.” He greets quietly, pushing your hair aside and leaving some kisses along your shoulder. “Ready for bed?”

Leaning back into his chest, you tilt your head and smile teasingly. “I think so. My husband should be home soon though.”

Sirius moves with quickness and ease, scooping you up bridal style and carrying you to bed. “Then there isn’t time for waiting.”

You laugh as Sirius lies you on the mattress, neither of you noticing the little footsteps making their way into your bedroom. As Sirius climbs on top of you, he just as quickly rolls off once he hears the bedroom door click open. A little voice calls out, “Mummy? Daddy? I had a bad dream.”

“Damn.” Sirius curses quietly, earning a light slap on the chest from you. Sirius reaches his hand out and scoots over to make room on the bed, his tone shifting to comfort his son. “That’s all right, sweetheart, come on. You’re safe; Mummy and Daddy will protect you.”

Once Sam is safely tucked in between the two of you, the door clicks open once again. A second little voice speaks out, “Where’s Sammy?”

And before you know it, four bodies are squeezed tightly together on yours and Sirius’s bed. Charlotte and Sam snore quietly, and you hear Sirius whisper “You awake?”

“Of course.” You chuckle quietly, your ass hanging off the side of the bed. “I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life.”

“I don’t know about that. Azkaban was pretty uncomfortable.” Sirius deadpans.

“Fuck you.” You grin, still whispering as to not wake the children. “I can never win when you pull that card.”

“I know.” He smiles, never happier to be where he is than right now.

[kiame-sama]

you know how it’s kind of seen as a failure for a woman not to be able to make children? at least in a lot of cultures, including mine. do you think the monster boys will care if reader physically could not conceive? not to get into specifics but i actively avoid telling people because i have been shamed and told that my future husband will be disappointed with me or to warn any future man i date because he deserves to know incase he wants to be with a woman who can fulfill her role.

Most of the boys won't be heartbroken over it and some may even try to find a work-around if their Human is comfortable with it. Such work arounds include adoption- as many still want to raise young with their Human- or even using magically advanced treatments to make an infant with their Human.

Lilia will be one of the first to suggest adoption and will likely hop right into adoption when he learns that his Human can't conceive. Raising a child together would be enough for him as he has already taken in several children to raise in the past. Certainly wouldn't make him love his Human any less regardless of if they can bear him children or not. He just wants to be a team with his Human to raise a child, as all his children thus far have not been related to him by blood.

Idia will be the first to suggest making an artificial womb and taking bone marrow to literally make a child that is a combination of genetics. He enjoys being given something to work on and he will happily do so to make his own young with his Human. Infertility isn't a deal breaker to the Shinigami, it is a new project to work on and something he can help his Human through.

The species that can implant others with eggs will also be considering using their own reproductive abilities and magic to make a child. It isn't an uncommon practice in Twisted Wonderland as some species have trouble conceiving together without magical and scientific aid (Driders and Centaurs have this trouble quite often). Besides, for most it really isn't an issue to have kids or not.

Leona may be a bit relieved as he isn't fond of children and though he would only consider cubs of his own with his Human, he is the second born and has no obligation to actually have children at any point in his life. If his Mousey really want a cub to raise with him, he can always kidnap Cheka and let them raise his brother's cub. Falena will be angry Leona took Cheka, but for appearances he wouldn't dare take the cub back from the Human especially if they wanted the cub to raise. The positive impact it would have socially for Sunset Savana would be worth letting the Human and Leona raise the cub instead.

In the case of Malleus, some dragons have been able to asexually reproduce and he will go out of his way to ensure he has a Draconic babe to raise with his Human mate. He is quite alright that his Human can't have young, so he will have the young for them. Either way, he is getting an Heir for Briar Valley and keeping his Human mate.

In the case of the Nymphs and elementals, they don't need a fertile mate to produce offspring that have traits of both parents. It is an elemental core that they form with magic and a combination of DNA from both intended parents. All they need from you is your blood or hair and they can typically form the element cores themselves. Nymphs and elementals are truly constructed and given life by magic and their elements, they will do the same to create young.

[chaostudee]

the secret of us, chapter two.

warnings : abuse, language.

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thursday, media day in the paddock, the highlight of the race weekend for aspiring journalists. a smile adorned your face as you strolled through the paddock, filled with fans galore and mechanics preparing the cars for the race weekend.

with your lanyard around your neck fellow journalist nodded at you in greeting to which you did the same. today claire had assigned you to interview some drivers and sure you were nervous but confident with what experience you had from yesterdays encounter. a blush creeps up your neck when you remember how his piercing hazel eyes latched onto yours and how his smile had enraptured you.

from the moment you walked into the paddock in the early hours of the morning you had been keeping a lookout for him, just to catch a glimpse. would he acknowledge you or had he forgotten you even existed?

"hey y/n you are here finally" claire sighs in relief upon seeing you walking towards her. she looked exhausted yet her makeup and outfit were on point, you could hardly notice which made you question your own clothing choice. she effortlessly always looked flawless.

"sorry am i late?

"no no i just wanted to give you some time to prepare before they come" she adds as she flicks through her briefcase for something.

"em well can you tell me who it is......"

"oh yes um george and lewis i believe".

you chuckle to yourself. of course it is.

claire was not in the dark about george being your brother but she understood that being in the public eye was not your cup of tea and she didn't feel the need to advertise your personal business. and for that you trusted her.

"okay so mercedes reached out and they just briefly want you to ask them personal questions like what they do to relax or like favourite food you know stuff like that, you get me?"

you nod in understanding. just as you are about to open your mouth you see lewis and george walk into the room. air catches in your throat once you clock lewis. he was known to convey his own style during media day and today was no exception. you admired his adventurous clothing style.

george gives you a subtle nod and you smile back. you couldn't believe you had made it to this position. you were finally interviewing drivers and although it was all still on a trial basis you were proud of this accomplishment.

the cameramen came in to set up their equipment which increased your nerves as you shuffled through your notes and fiddled with your hair.

a few metres away george was conversing with lewis about the strategy for the weekend and to avoid suspicion he nodded and said yeah because his eyes kept drifting to you. he was aware that you were nervous because you had the same mannerisms as last night. he wanted nothing more than to assure you that there was nothing to be worried about but instead he vowed to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

"action!"

that call causes you to sit up straight and clear your throat.

"hi i'm y/n and i'm here with....." you extend your arms to the boys anticipating their introduction.

"hi i'm george russel"

"and i'm lewis hamilton"

the two wave at the camera before turning their attention back to you.

"okay by the way all these questions are by fans so please don't cancel me for any of these, these are their word not mine"

this earns a laugh from george and a small smirk from lewis.

"okay this first question is for george, everyone wants to know your hair care routine". you try to hold back a giggle knowing damn well that your brother uses the cheapest shampoo and showers like 2 or 3 times in a week.

george claps his hands together clearly eager to answer this question. "okay well truthfully anyone who knows me i acc don't use a lot of products so ig its's my genetics" he answers proudly. lewis looks at george weirdly causing george to start laughing. "mate what it's the truth". lewis hands up his hands in defense.

"okay moving on," you giggle "um lewis what is a before race ritual for you?"

lewis smiles at you and brings a hand to rest underneath his chin. "um honestly i just like to listen to some music or something and a couple of stretches or what not"

"what kind of music?".

lewis is surprised you continued the conversation but is happy to oblige. he sits back in the chair and hesitates. "well you know it honestly depends on the day butat the moment hip hop and rap have been dominating my playlist".

the way he is looking at you as he as his arms crossed makes you feel flustered and you hope no one can tell but you are sure they can because you feel heat rising to your cheeks.

"c'mon ask me another question" george whines which causes everyone to laugh and makes you totally forget about lewis. as requested you ask george another question and repeat the process until you find yourself at the end.

"okay thank you everyone for watching the video hope you enjoy byeee"

you sigh in satisfaction as the camera switches off and everyone starts clapping. you are happy with how today went and especially when claire embraces you and admits she is proud of you.

"hey you did amazing today"

you turn to find george in front of you. "thanks idiot". he holds his arms open waiting for an embrace and in george's hold you look up to see lewis walking out with his team, only to your dismay.

you and george pull apart and he ruffles your hair and in response you give him a light tap on the shoulder. george consults his watch and when he notices the time he frowns. "okay sorry i got to go to another interview but good luck with rest of today"

"okay bye see you later"

he gives you a small side hug before running off in the same direction lewis went.

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just as you are finishing up your last few bits before heading home you are greeted by a familiar face. "hey y/n how's it going?" charles comes up to you gives you a hug and you reciprocate.

"i actually haven't seen you much around the paddock where have you been?

"i've actually been doing a couple of interviews" you say with a smile as you sling your bag over your shoulder.

his eyes widen. "omg no wayyy i'm so happy for you". charles had always been there for you to support you throughout college when getting your degree and now throughout the motorsport industry.

"thanks charles"

there is a silence as charles debates whether to bring up the topic or not. "i heard you and lewis were talking yesterday"

this catches your attention. "oh". you try not to sound too intrigued to where this conversation is going.

"i told lewis to stay away from you"

by those words you feel slightly hurt. i mean you did know that nothing could happen between you two but the fact that charles went out of his way to prevent it felt like a stab in the back.

"i'm just trying to protect you" charles says placing a hand on your shouldler.

"yeah yeah i know"

"it has only been a couple of months since ian......". at the mention of his name you shudder and charles notices.

"i'm sorry for bringing it up"

"it's okay but i know what you mean about the whole lewis thing and i get it it's fine"

charles nods and hugs you into his side.

you smile feeling comfort in his embrace. ever since george and charles had become friends you fell into the friendship also and would now consider charles one of your closest friends.

a ping from your phone causes you to pull away from him. your mouth goes dry and your breath hitches when you see the text message. ian had tried to reach out to you before but he had never threatened you before.

charles looked at you worried when he was aware of your shocked expression. "you okay?"

"um yeah yeah i'm fine but i should probably get going now"

charles is not sure if he should just let you go because he can tell something is bothering you. "um yeah okay"

you give charles one final hug. "see you tomorrow". you manage to throw him an uncertain wave and a half smile.

as charles watches you walk off he can't help but feel that you were lying top him but maybe he was just being superstitious.

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lewis is packing the last few bits into the boot of his car, feeling satisfied with todays outcome. just as he slams the boot closed he hears a noise that causes him to pause in his action.

it seems it is only coming from a few mere metres away. cautiously he walks closer to the noises, it sounds like screaming which put him on high alert. he wasn't prepared for what he would see in front of him.

you were holding a palm to your cheek as tears spilled down your face. a man held you by the collar shouting in your face.

lewis stood there in shock for a moment but it only took a matter of seconds for him to act.

"hey get the fuck off her what the fuck do you think you are doing?!"

the man turns once he hears the voice and pushes you away from him causing you to stumble and fall onto the ground.

lewis runs to stand in front of you protectively.

the man chuckles. "is this your new boy toy y/n?" he chuckles. "i always knew you were a slut like god we've only just broken up and you're onto the next guy".

lewis was trying to restrain himself, his fists in a ball, but that was his last straw. he brings his balled fist to meet the man's cheek causing him to stumble back and hold his injured face.

"i said get the fuck out of here" lewis repeats now through gritted teeth. this time the man doesn't argue and trudges away not even taking a glance back.

lewis immediately kneels down to check on you. "y/n are you okay?". he hated to see you like this and if he could he wouldn't beaten that guy to death. who the fuck would ever want to do that to someone, especially you.

you look up at him your cheeks tear stained and one bright red. you hiccup through the crying. "i'm um i'm fine t-thanks for that but you really didn't have to".

lewis helps you up and then wipes a stray tear from your face. "i did have to, i couldn't just let you get hurt".

"did you know this guy?"

you sigh and cross your arms around your body. "he was my ex"

at those words lewis puffs out a blow of air and brings his hands to his head. "why the fuck would he do that to you?" he points to your face.

you don't respond.

lewis bites on his lip unsure what to say to you as it is clear you are hurting. you still seemed pretty unsure around him but he wanted nothing more than to just hold you and wipe your tears until you had stopped crying.

"okay well there is no way you are driving home in your state so i'll give you a lift" lewis grabs the keys from your grasp.

"no"

"what do you mean no, this isn't an offer" lewis counteracts.

"i can drive myself home" you say bluntly.

"y/n please just let me-"

"no lewis you have already done enough stop trying to get involved an leave me alone" you couldn't let him get close to you, like ian had. you wouldn't let yourself get hurt again. ian had said he would always protect you so why should you believe a word lewis had to say you grab your keys from him and quickly hop in the drivers seat and before lewis can intervene you hit the gas.

lewis stands there in disbelief his hands over his head. he didn't know what to do. part of him wanted to report this to the police and to hope that the guy ended up behind bars but hell he didn't even know your last name. but you even so he cared. he cared so much that he picked up the phone and called charles.

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Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 5

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here

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CH.5

“Hey, stretch. You here to play doctor?”

“I’d just like to interview you. I’m not going to touch you if that's what you’re concerned about.”

“Why not?”

“...ANYhow, I have a few questions for you.”

“Yes, I'm single.”

“Not those kinds of questions. Can you tell me your full first name?”

“Can you give me yours first?”

“Fiddleford.”

“Stan.”

“Okay, Stan. Where are you from? And don’t you dare say from my dreams.”

“Well yeah, I’d say ‘from your dreams’, not mine. Other than that, probably some gutters or a ditch somewhere.”

“What do you mean?”

“As far as I remember, I’ve been out on the streets, or in prison. I think I had a car at some point? But I dunno what happened with that, it makes my head burn trying to think about it.”

“Do you have any family?”

“No.”

“Do you remember ever having a family?”

“I don’t remember having one, but I feel like I had one before.”

“What do you feel like happened to them?”

“They probably got tired of my BS and told me to take a hike. It’s how it always goes with me.”

“That’s a theory you’ve put together. I’m asking what you feel like happened.”

“Feel like I had a dad who was waiting for an excuse to get rid of me. I feel like I had a mom who was a liar - I probably got it from her. Maybe a sibling or two? But they don’t want me around.”

“And what do you think about Stanford?”

“You mean the guy who drugged me, kidnapped me, and is keeping me prisoner in his evil basement sub-lab in the middle of the woods? I gotta say, he makes an impression.”

“But does he seem familiar to you?”

“I don’t think I could forget someone like him” 

“Is it because of his six fingers?”

“It’s twelve , and no, that's pretty normal compared to all of his other weird crap. It’s because he’s fucking crazy , and convinced I’m some mystery twin of his. But let’s stop talking about him, and talk about you instead. Are you single? You doing anything later?”

“Stay on track, Stan. Let’s take a step back and go back to talking about you. Have you recently gotten into any accidents or sustained major injuries?”

“Define ‘major’.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“Judging by your friend's reaction to the stab wounds when we met, I don’t think your definition of major injury is the same as mine.”

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"What did you determine, Fiddleford?"

"It wasn't easy to glean things because he would not stop flirting with me - was he always this way?"

"He was a little girl-crazy when we were younger, I didn't know he liked men. But that doesn’t matter right now, what were your findings?"

"He has full cognitive function. And based on your scans he has no signs of brain damage - comparing images of his brain to yours, his genetically identical twin, there isn't any morphological difference. Based on my interview, it sounds like he's never sustained significant head trauma neither.”

"But..?"

"If he really does have amnesia, it wasn't caused by a head injury."

"What else could it be?"

"A few things - perhaps he took a drug or substance that warped his brain chemistry. Or- more likely in my opinion, based on his lifestyle and what little history he tells me, he might have undergone extreme distress that caused a mental breakdown."

"Mental trauma can cause someone to lose their memories?"

"Our memories can be a shield and a sword, Stanford. Even good memories that can comfort you through a difficult time, can also cause pain and frustration when compared to a bad predicament.

He must have gone through something so traumatic that the only way his mind could cope with the stress was to... forget things. This is a phenomenon known as repression . Most of the time, a person would repress the traumatic event itself, but it looks like he’s defied the statistics and forgotten everything else instead.”

“He can’t be… that traumatized, right? This is Stanley we’re talking about.”

“I don’t know what he was like before, but he’s got a mullet, Stanford. There ain’t no way he's in a good place mentally.”

"And how would repressing memories about our family- about me , possibly help him cope with trauma?"

"If I'm going to be frank with you, this is the first time in the years that I've known you that you even mentioned having a twin brother . You've talked about other family members before, such as your older brother Sherman, but never him.

If his mind had to prioritize which memories to keep, why would it keep memories of someone he isn't close to?"

"We are- well, we were close."

"Were is a strong word, Stanford. Survival focuses on the present, not the past.”

“... What can we do to get his memories back?”

“I’m not a therapist. But perhaps if you can get him out of the survival mindset, he’d be open to some introspection.”

“So we must disable his fight-flight-freeze response…”

“Stanford Pines, I will throw that damn tranquilizer gun down the bottomless pit if you don’t put it down. Ya'll really need to stop using the slippery slope of science without consideration for morality like it's a damn seesaw. There are other ways to get him out of fight-flight.”

“Such as?”

“I would suggest you make him feel like he’s in a safe space, but that might not work.”

“Why not? He’s perfectly safe here.”

“But does he know that? From his perspective, you’re a stranger who shot him with a tranq dart and imprisoned in your basement for scientific exploitation. And I’ll remind you, this is all without his consent. He is here against his will.”

“It’s for his own good.”

“According to you, someone he thinks he doesn’t know. This may be your twin, Stanford, but he doesn’t know that. You need to gain his trust; maybe he would have trusted you by default in the past, but that isn’t the case now.”

“I… I’m not sure how to do that, Fiddleford. At one point, we knew everything about each other. And now I barely know him, and he thinks I’m a stranger. I’m still angry at him, and still bitter about what he did before he left home, and I’m disappointed in the conman and convict he turned into… but I’m sad, because he's convinced he’s not my brother.”

“You ain’t exactly the same person you were even when we first met all them years ago. People change. How about you try talking to him?”

“Just talking to him?”

“This may be difficult for you in particular, but you should try talking to him like he’s a person; and not a science experiment, anomaly, or an equation you’re trying to solve… Hey, hey don’t be looking like the last pea at pea-time now. I believe in you, you got this.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford.”

*Ford goes back downstairs to the lab. Fiddleford waits for him to be out of earshot before speaking*

“Bless his heart. This is going to be a disaster.”

To be continued…

[klausysworld]

Hello, I read your Klaus in his wolf form stories and really liked them. It gave me this idea that when Klaus broke the curse and turned into a wolf, rather than falling in love with a human, he fell in with a wolf. Though he doesn't know it, the wolf is immortal, like existed from the dawn of time, and the wolf was the cause of werewolves, like if she bites you, then you would be a werewolf. Klaus wouldn't know that or that she, the wolf, was there when he was a kid, and he called her a pet. This part I just thought of, but what if Klaus was Mikael's kid but just got bit but didn't know. I was wondering if you could right this, I am cool if you don't, though. Thank you for even reading this.

My queen

PT2

(Present day)

I watch silently through the trees as his bones snap, as he scream in both pain and pride of his accomplishment.

The pain of the turn was one part I don’t appreciate about the gift i have given to those i had chosen.

But he embraces the pain, he doesn’t go through so much struggle as he allows the power to fly through him, he embraces the wolf.

And a stunning wolf he is.

His coat thick and eyes dark. A midnight wolf, his fur looking almost a shade of the darkest blues as the light of the moon shines over him.

I turn my head to see his brother, Elijah, he watches cautiously as Niklaus nears him. The threatening growl he gives him as the sticks snap and the leaves crunch beneath his paws. He’s experiencing the inner conflict, the urge to give into his instincts to attack the vampire.

I took a few steps forward emerging from behind the bark of the wood that hid me before. I made sure to step on enough sticks to make a ‘crack’.

Both originals looked to me, both wide eyed and confused. Niklaus took five large strides to stand before me, his nose almost touching mine as he bared his teeth in warning.

I huff at him in disappointment, you would have thought he’d recognise me. I’ve been present for many moments of his life, his childhood especially though i suppose a thousand years will have him forget.

I step back from him before circling his body. He stands tall and strong, a mighty wolf.

Through the years my bite has began to carry through blood. What once was only given through the power of my bite is now becoming more frequent through genetics. But not Niklaus, he was my own, i have him his power all that time ago. It was a dream for us both that he managed to bring this side of him back, his mother and father locked it away claiming it a curse rather than a gift. Simply because it gave him an advantage they could never provide.

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(A thousand years ago…ish)

I lowered my head slowly allowing the young boy to place a flower crown to my head. I glanced back up to see his bright smile as he adjusted it.

“There, now you’re a queen” he said taking a small step back. I gave a small bark in response, my tail wagging subconsciously as he pet my face, his hands smoothing the fur back so i was less poofy.

“I must leave, my father wanted me to learn to hunt…he wouldn’t like me playing with the wolves, he says you’re to be killed because…well because you’re dangerous but I think you’re lovely, I won’t let him kill you” he promised as his little arms hung loosely around my neck and i licked his arm.

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(A few years later)

Niklaus grew to be a rather handsome young man. He was relatively strong and well mannered. He was a free spirit and spent his time within the forest with his berries that he had ground up to create colours where he would spread them over rocks and large leaves to make an image.

He wasn’t the best at hunting with an arrow but was excellent with a sword.

And so i would often kill the deers or rabbits for him, give them to him so that his father couldn’t harm him, so that his family remained proud…and so that he continued his visits to me in the woodlands.

(On another occasion)

“My queen?” He called softly into the cold air of the night. I lifted my head from the ground of the opening a tree i laid in. I stood quickly and made my way out to find a battered Niklaus. My legs moved fast to reach him as he collapsed to the ground, he clothes soaked in his own blood and face covered in shades or blue and purple.

I let out a high whine and a long howl, the other wolves i had created came running at my call to assist. They helped me clean him. The magic through my veins allowed me to lick his wounds until they healed, until he no longer weeped and sobbed, until the pain was relieved and he fell asleep with his hands clutching my fur.

I knew then that he needed the power of the wolf more than anyone. To begin with i feared that it would only cause him more damage, more shame to his parents but those people-monsters would never stop their beating and this was the best way to protect him.

And so with his body safely tucked to mine, i ran my tongue over the space between his shoulder and neck. I gently let my teeth sink into his skin, feeling my power grow as i fed more of it into the world.

No matter what other magic or pain he suffered, the wolf would save him.

His mother cursing him to have it locked away was one of the worst things possible to happen to a gift given wolf. To be stripped of who you were, before he could even experience it.

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(Present day)

I made a sound closely replicating a growl but too soft to be threatening to urge him to follow me as i begin to walk through the woods.

I can hear as his paws meet the ground faster and faster as we fall into a fast pace, running quick and with purpose as he chases me as fast as his body will let him. I can sense his frustration not being able to keep up with me, his growl in desperation as he throws himself forward, tackling me to the ground roughly.

We both tumble through the woods, rolling down threw the forest. He yelped as i bit his scruff pulling him with me. A tanglement of limbs rushing through the trees as both of us scrambled to gain any sort of balance.

Eventually i managed to get up on my feet, i turned to sprint again but i heard his whine, such a familiar cry, a reminder of his suffering from his late teens into adulthood.

I froze in stride turning to check on him, his body was low to the ground as he got ready to pounce. Relief floods me knowing he isn't harmed and before i can thimk about hisnplayful stance, he's already lauching himself at me.

His body collided with mine pushing me onto my back and his teeth around my throat. The position should be threatening and i should be fearfully submitting but he seems to have forgotton I'm the reason he holds his strength.

I pushed up from the floor and on top of him. My fave directing above his as my paw pressed down on his neck, claws puncturing the flesh making him whimper. I don’t like to be the cause of his pain but his dominance was an issue, he had grown far more narcissistic over the years compared to his selfless younger form.

After another minute or so of his pitiful attempts to push himself up and get me off of him, he gave in. His head tilting back to offer me his neck as his eyes looked to the ground in what i assume to be shame. I stepped back letting him stand again, the question of ‘why?’ In his eyes as he looked at me cautiously.

I nodded my head for him to follow me, we continued to run throughout the night and i watched the surprise in his eyes as we both woke the next morning still in wolf form, the day after the full moon.

And the day after that too when we hunted and he made his own display of human bodies. I had indulged with him for a few hours but eventually grew bored and waited for him to finish. His aggression was something i was still unused to, i forever missed the gentle touch as his face brightened and he weaved plants together to create a crown.

I found him on a number of occasions patiently waiting by my den, as soon as i arrived he was on his feet and ready to run to the falls, often pushing his luck to see if he could push me into the water which would always end up with him being dragged in too and us both having a water war for hours on end.

A moment I cannot forget is when his mother came into town, an attempt to kill her children but she chose the woods to do so and i could sense his fear.

But when i arrived and broke through her magical barrier, recognition spread through her face as she stepped back

“No…it can’t be” she uttered looking from me to Niklaus

“After all these years you still protect him?” She murmured but i didn’t allow her many more words before launching at her, Finn dragged her away after I mauled her.

I reluctantly looked to Niklaus seeing his eyes soft and lips parted, only two words whispered before i dashed back off to the forest

“My queen”

[tanadrin]

Then you have those who legitimately had no idea what gender was even because we grew up in a tiny Irish village in the early 2000s, and because the one book they had was ‘Noughts & Crosses’, and the one film they had was ‘Men In Black II’, they didn’t know what racism was either, thinking America was ruled by black people. Like I was a pasty 9 year old with three sisters. When I was 7 one of my sisters decided to become my brother, then went back to being my sister a few years later, and I didn’t think anything of it, I thought that was accepted, that you could be whatever whenever you wanted. I got another brother the same year (this one born); to date my sister is still my sister, although she occasionally goes back to being my second brother when he feels like it. I thought my aunts in London were married for years, and my uncle got divorced when I was twelve, but no one explicitly told me so I didn’t find out for another twelve years. I have a cousin who became mute after brain damage and claims benefits but I know he can still talk because he swore me out when I was teaching him how to swim, he just doesn’t like his mothers. Now my other cousin also has stage four cancer but has never mentioned it any time we have hung out, I had to find out from my mother, and another cousin of mine died of a brain aneurysm but no one told me until a month later. I am agender, asexual, and aromantic, but don’t often tell anybody because it doesn’t come up. Which has led to me accidentally having to go on dates a lot: my sister who went to Australia to be an architect for a year but never got to be says I have ‘unbelievable rizz’, like I’m so oblivious to romantic tension that I seem interested when I’m just trying to be a person. Like I told someone she had a ‘perfect sneeze’ once and she tried to bring me into a throuple. And I had to stay a while since I was too socially awkward to say I didn’t want to be there. Same thing happened when a friend was moving to Poland and I made my way across the country to see her off. Then when I was going to the cinema last year someone lit a tram on fire in front of it so they gave me three months worth of free cinema, and pretty much anyone I asked to go with me thought it was a date, and I had to say yes because like you can’t turn someone down if you accidentally ask them out. Then afterward I went to the bank and accidentally found a secret door to a speakeasy next door with a password and 70% absinthe drunk out of lemons. And the guy from ‘Django Unchained’ was there, he’d been shooting a game show with his daughter (who was also there) in the country (this was not America), so we drank for a bit until he was done. He was a little annoyed that I didn’t seem drunk before seeming impressed when I mentioned I can’t really get drunk due to some weird genetic thing, the most I get being that I feel like if someone asked me for the truth about anything I would tell them, so basically truth serum, although I don’t really have secrets, so there’s nothing to tell. The most I’ve done is leak television pilots or films I’ve found access to on the internet, that people didn’t know had been leaked. Or spot plagiarism. Like I have the script for the new ‘Nosferstu’, I put it in my bag I carry around all the time, then like the next day my lecturer was talking about the original ‘Nosferstu’ and I said “Oh I have the script for that would you like it?” and he said “Yes.” so I pulled it out and he had expected me to be taking out my computer or something to share a PDF of the old film’s script, not for me to just hand him the new film’s script, and the look on his face had me go “wait.” I have surprised you? And anyway that same day someone tried to pass off a short story of mine I’d shared anonymously in Cork two years prior as their own, and this was Dublin, I didn’t know them, so I was more amazed at the circumstances of my merely being there than annoyed by the plagiarism (like if he’d asked I’d have let him, but he didn’t even know I was the writer, so he was just a massive coincidence). I am 23.

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[misseviehyde]

DOUBLED SLUT

"You know Nancy - you'd be surprised how easy it is to transform a nice kind boy like your loving brother, into a mean, slutty, spoiled bully like me - especially with the resources my family has.

There's too much big Alpha dick in this town for me to suck on my own - I decided I needed another slut to help me out. I could have chosen a girl and corrupted her into being like me - but it's even more fun to take some beta loser and totally enhance him.

I got my Daddy to kidnap your brother off the street and hook him up to a machine that turned him into a total slut. Knowing it was another way I could bully and humiliate you just made me so fucking wet as I watched my Daddy's men strap Charlie in.

It's such a wonderful machine of my own design built by my Daddy's people - a kind of a cross between an auto-surgeon and a VR machine.

I'm the DNA donor the machine uses - so it began to inject him with new hormones and my superior genetic code.

Watching the physical changes was hot. His body was so receptive to my DNA - his hair turned blonde just like mine and his tiny dick shrivelled away to nothing till he had a tight pussy for all the boys to use. Watching his C-cup titties swell up was so hot and even his internal organs have changed! Charlie is fully female now loser... but that's only half of it.

The most fun part was fucking with his mind. My machine plugged directly into his puny male brain and allowed me to subject him to constant brainwashing and simulations.

I used my memories as a basis and made sure you were always the victim. I trained your brothers body to get horny and aroused by acting slutty and mean. I made him suck cock after cock in the simulations and bombarded him with toxic femininity.

Time passes differently in VR - your brother has had thr equivilent of twenty years of neuro-reprogramming in a matter of days. I deleted and destroyed his old memories and totally replaced his personality.

Charlie is gone loser. Your sister Chloe is your sibling now. I got my Daddy to pay off your parents and sort out all the I.D and stuff she needed. Now Chloe has totally replaced that loser boy you used to care about so much.

Now I have the bestie I always wanted and if I need to I can make her even worse in my machine. Maybe you'd like a go too? We could turn you into a femboy and give you a micro-penis. I'm not sure someone as pathetic as you deserves to be a girl.

Haha - maybe later. Chloe and I have some boys coming over and we're gonna be busy sucking and riding big cock. You can stay and watch if you like.

Don't you wanna see how nasty I made your brother?

Oh... that's too bad."

[rambledoo]

Questions and Theories on Wakfu Lore

(Spoilers) ( Also I ramble a lot)

I've watched all I can for Wakfu (s1-s4) and I feel like there's a few gaps in the story that are confusing and just never addressed.

The Great Dragon- where is he?? Or they (since TOT confirmed dragons are agender on Twitter). Did they also get sent away by the other gods? Does Goddess Eliatrope know where they are? She didn't really seem to care of his whereabouts in season 4 (which is makes sense that she doesn't know b/c she was imprisoned for so long) but I still feel that she would've mentioned them.

Toross- Related to the Great Dragon, but how did he get to wield Stasis? I know its largely because of the primordial Dofus he has and the destruction of his world, but how did the literal incarnation of Stasis let this happen? Or was this something they wanted, and or, didn't care about since he is the god of Stasis (and dragons seem to be known for being grumpy/powerful and destroying stuff).

Dragons - oh boy, I have so many questions and theories. Did dragons come before eliatropes? Why are there just a bunch of Dofus's ( or Dofuses, idk) laying around? Shouldn't the Great Dragon be watching over their people? I feel like they're getting overlooked.. Another thing is, why is Shinonime the only dragon sister when all the others are brothers/males? I believe Tot said that all dragons were agender ( correct me if I'm wrong about what he said b/c I don't look through X nor do I speak French x[ ) so why is she the only female dragon? Was this just something he said after their creation? ( Personally I head cannon that she may be trans since she's only 1 sister out of 5 other dragon brothers)

King Oakheart - During s3 and s4, King Sheran Sharm got ill and later died. This just makes me wonder about Amalia's mothers death ( as in if she also died of illness) and that maybe, JUST MAYBE, Amalia might fall ill too due to genetics and what not. It's probably not gonna happen, its just a little theory of mine.

Stasis users - Adamai, Atone, and Buillone are all seen using Stasis. Adamai uses it against Igol and Efrim, and Atone and Buillone against Chibi and Grougaloragran. How did they learn to do this? I didn't think that Wakfu users could use Stasis, especially Eliotropes like Atone and Buillone. ( Adamai knowing how to use Stasis is hella cool, and I hope that he gets to use it on his own at some point. I know he used it in the new season, but that was due to the Eliasphere. It's shown that he knows how to use it on his own, so please let him use it!!!)

Anyways, thanks for reading all that! I'm crazy over Wakfu so I just wanted to ramble a bit.

[chaoticprussia]

I am SO sorry if you don’t like this post, or just don’t respond-

But I’m such a history nerd- and I’m here to just say smth.-

One thing that always bugged me abt the CH fandom, is that barely anyone considers Poland and Lithuania siblings. Which literally irks me- I understand you have your own AU and it’s awesome sauce. But what I’ve come to a comprise about this problem, is making the Baltic States AND Poland related.

HERE ME OUT-

Over hundred of years, Poland and Lithuania have been considered brother countries, in culture, food, and language! I recently visited both of them, and their cultures are honestly just so close. However, Estonia and Latvia have also been part of this brotherhood. And all of these countries have been connected in some way or another! (Grand Duchy of Lithuanian, Polish-Lithuania Commonwealth) so, what I came up with, was that Poland and Lithuanian are siblings, and HOWEVER, Latvia and Estonian are either cousins or half-siblings.

But that’s just me Zawg. If you ignore this post, or just tell me to piss off, that’s fine.

I’m just a nerd being a nerd. 🤓

you see.. i actually considered this at one point. because like you im also a big nerd. but i decided against it simply because kingdom of poland and the kingdom of lithuania (the two who started the brotherhood and the unification) were actually uh. lovers. in my lore. and i felt like it wouldve been a bit weird.

i do really like the idea of poland and the baltics all being related. but that kinda starts getting weird if i also try to make them gay. you cant really have both unless its like. kop and kol had like a kid somehow and then poland and lithuania were like cousin-brothers of some kind.

also i dont personally like the idea of estonia and latvia being lithuanias cousins and not his sisters. as a lithuanian myself it just feels wrong not having the baltics all be siblings. which is as close genetic as you can get. it just feels right for them all to be triplets. ive drawn them as such already.

best i can do is pollith cousins or exes. snrk.

if i really wanted too i could just make another au where they are brothers. i can practically do whatever i want actually. anything is possible where there is no true canon. everythings an au.

so fuck it! theyre both lovers and brothers it just depends on the timeline! once again i am a genius. thank you thank you.

also by the way anon. im never gonna get mad at someone or tell them to fuck off for having a different headcanon then mine. i love hearing other peoples headcanons. whats the fun in it if youre doing everything by yourself? plus sometimes i like to steal headcanons. heheh.

[us-the-batfam-blog]

Lex luthor literally all the time

Lex is sitting in his chair looking at reports, he starts looking at a Superman report.

Lex: *mumbling* I must have his children..

Mercy: oh what is that ringing in my ears?

Lex: Shu shu, I’m just looking at this new blood analysis I just got back from Cadmus.

Mercy: whatever you say~

Lex: I can hear the sarcasm in your voice!

Mercy slams the door.

Lex: *ogles the report* oh wow, his cells can convert light and oxygen into energy? He has a blood type and it’s the same as mine of all things? his skin is incredibly refractive not even gamma or delta radiation can pass through it, how? No conclusions? Ugh.

Lex puts down the report

Lex: if I can’t be him I’ll make him in my own image.

Lex then concocts an utterly insane scheme to get proper genetic material from superman, which involves mechanical robot women, luthor being horny, all the while piloting a robot woman falling and miserably. he ends up just stealing his genetic material on a random occasion unrelated to anything.

Lex: I have it, proper genetic material!!! I shall have a piece of him soon.

Later

Lex: why the fuck is this not working *looking at the bizarro clones* they are almost pure kryptonian!

scientist: uh their genetic code is malformed they need something to stabilise it.

Lex: fuck it use my DNA, they'll be super smart that way.

Later again

Lex: well how did it go?

scientist: well we need a surrogate...

Lex: I'll just do it.

several months of lex being pregnant later and a cesarian

Lex: oh look.. wow. why is there 2 of them

scientist: uh I guess twins?

luthor: *holding baby match and Connor* fuck it, uh I'll name one KR and the other one KR 2 they match, well mostly? they look weird.

scientist: well it seems one has pigment loss while the other seems to have none of those problems. we will take the little one for more tests.

Lex: *holds baby Connor* Mercy! go get the camera I want a picture for my wallet like all those snobby parents!

a few months later

Lex: hey little guys, ugh your so weird.

Connor and match are play with blocks like normal babies.

Connor: *babbles* da.. mmm da. bblock!

Lex: *picks up Connor* that's right KR that's a block, your foolish brother can't even talk yet look at you! *bounces Connor on his lap*

Match stacks blocks

Lex: *sigh* why did I do this. this is slightly deranged. even for me.

Mercy peers through the door

Mercy: everything is deranged with you, I wouldn't worry.

lex: *lifts match into the air* well they are cute, super cute.

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[lillotus17]

INTERTWINED (Spidermen!ENHA)

CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS THREE:

DISCLAIMER:

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PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

P.S. if you haven't already, you should definitely check out @artysse (credited) on TIKTOK! If you already have, then you know that it's and ENHA Fan Art Account of Spider ENHA! It's really fucking awesome! Go show some love!

NOT PROOF READ: Apologies for any grammatical errors, my loves!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Y/N and ENHA maknaes have shorter backgrounds compared to hyung line since their spider-men/woman journerys are just beginning. Also note that maknae line don't have their spider powers (yet) because they develop it in series.

PROFILE NINE:

NAME: Choi Yeonjun

DOB/AGE: UNKNOWN

ALIAS(ES): N/A

SUPER POWER(S): Prescience (Nightmares), Neurotoxin Secretion, Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Speed, Superhuman Reflexes and Increased Stamina, Wall Crawling, Agility, Fast Healing/Regeneration, Precognitive Spider Senses

SUIT(S): Yeonjun's suit is black with red detailing. His suit's mask covers all of his head.

WEAPONS: N/A

BACKGROUND:

Funded an expedition to the Aokigahara Forest in Japan.

He was in search of a spider and requested the skill and knowledge of a well-known and very pregnant researcher and archaeologist.

When his lead archaeologist found the spider, he killed everyone one the research site.

The spider he was searching for had DNA that could gift anyone with extraordinary powers.

After attaining powers from the spider, he began to suffer the consequences from stealing it.

Resulting is nightmares, among other things.

He hsa the same nightmare over and over again.

He dreams about this death.

He dreams of three boys, all of them with spider powers just like him.

They show up to his house, steal his spider, and kill him.

Power hungry, also among other things, he begins to search for them in an attempt to kill them before that can kill him.

PROFILE TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE:

TEN:

NAME: Choi Soobin

DOB/AGE: 22

OCCUPATION: Paramedic

BACKGROUND:

Close work friend of Y/N.

Has a younger brother named Beomgyu who is a scientist at Oscorp.

Takes care of Y/N and always has her back.

Taking care of his sister-in-law Ryujin while his brother is away on a business trip.

ELEVEN:

NAME: Shin Ryujin

DOB/AGE: 21

BACKGROUND:

Married to Choi Beomgyu and is Choi Soobin's sister-in-law.

Is 8-9 months pregnant.

Her husband is on a business trip so her brother-in-law Soobin is staying with her until he come back.

Was attending school but took a gap year due to her pregnancy.

TWELVE:

NAME: Choi Beomgyu

DOB/AGE: 21

OCCUPATION: Oscorp Genetic and Biochemistry Scientist

BACKGROUND:

Has an older brother named Soobin.

Married to Shin Ryujin. They are expecting their firstborn soon, a boy.

Has a high IQ. He's an intern at Oscorp and is hoping to secure a permanent position following his early graduation from university.

Away on a business trip for Oscorp.

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A/N: I apologize for the painfully slow updates everyone! I have a lot on my plate and I'm taking summer courses!

[rinwellisathing]

Papa Bhaal's House of Horrors: Part 3

Jaina and Wyll glanced uneasily at the stairs as another group joined the table, first, a tall, lean muscled tiefling boy with silvery hair and tall golden horns dressed in denim and flannel, albeit a bit more scant and tattered than Sarevok or Gabraela. He was clinging to the arm of a tan skinned, dark haired man in gold jewelry and flashy clothing and behind them, an imposing white dragonborn followed buttoning his white collared shirt. He was professionally dressed, but his red eyes had a bestial glint to them. “Why, brothers! So good of you to finally join us!” Tomi gave her dazzling false smile again. “Oh and Enver! I had no idea you were joining us for dinner tonight. Come, sit down, there's space. Have you met our other guests yet?” She nodded towards Wyll and Jaina. The tiefling gave them a quick once over and a nod before returning his attention to the human and sitting him down at the table before scooting in right beside him. The Dragonborn's eyes flashed dangerously, almost hungrily, at the guests and then joined his two companions, those predatory eyes still focused on Jaina and Wyll. Wyll cleared his throat and forced a smile. “Well, you...ah...have quite a large family, it seems. That's a good thing in a house this big, I'd imagine it'd get quite lonely otherwise.” “Oh, we have plenty of guests coming and going.” The beautiful woman in the long white coat smiled, neatly rising from the table to fetch a bottle of wine from the counter and beginning to pour a glass for each of the adults, causing Orin to roll her eyes and pout. “Our house certainly is never quiet.” Tomi added as she carried a tray of heavily seasoned meat over to the table and began to serve. “We all see to that.”

Enver chuckled a bit and took a sip of his wine before meeting Wyll's gaze. “So, young man, what brings you and your charming companion out to the middle of nowhere at this time of night?” “We were on our way to Baldur's Gate for some business, my fiancee is starting work at a local school there and I'm starting work for my father...” He explained, nodding his thanks briefly to Tomi as she served him. “Ah, I see. It's a great city, lots of money to made, fabulous night life. I'm surprised you decided to stop.” Was he smirking? “Actually, our car broke down...” Jaina admitted. “Well, a wheel popped and we flipped into a ditch, really.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “Not surprising, these roads are just terrible.” The young tiefling grinned widely, his tail flicking back and forth. “They don't do shit for us out here in the sticks, y'know...there's pot holes, debris...Who knows what else.” “Yes, well, we're very lucky we ran into your brother.” Wyll nodded uneasily, the tiefling's smile was unnerving. “Hmmph...lucky you didn't run into Judge Ketheric's crew, woulda found yourselves in a whole mess of trouble.” Jackal smirked with a laugh. “Sheriff Z'rell doesn't need much to find a charge to pin on tourists and then you'd be spending your night in lock up.”

“Or worse...the Mad Devil.” Sentry chimed in, his grin widening. “Sentry please! You don't need to be frightening our guests with wild stories.” Desdemona gave him a chastising look as she set down her wine glass. “The Mad Devil?” Wyll asked, raising a brow.

Enver picked up the story here with a solemn air. “I'm afraid that story is entirely true, actually. She was a former employee of mine, security personnel, you understand. Coming out here from the city to do some good for the people here, I was leaving the comfort and safety of tall, secure buildings for a simple trailer office and I needed some measure of safety, after all, local law enforcement hates the idea of their victims having an advocate of their own. Her name was Karlach Cliffgate, eager, excitable thing, but highly capable.” He took another sip of his wine. “But she had a bad heart. A genetic condition, you know, and because she was a dear friend and a valued employee, I saw to it that she had access to the most cutting edge treatment. It worked spectacularly...But, unfortunately, something went wrong during her recovery and she claimed that her heart was burning. Over time, she lost her mind and ran off, killing several people in the process. No one has seen here since and rumor has it, she's still hiding out somewhere in one of the abandoned parts of town.” “Yup, and if you run into her, she comes at you with a fireman's axe and cuts your to pieces, they say she needs to eat your heart to cool hers down.” Sentry smirked ghoulishly, tearing into a piece of meat for effect. ---- Alfira stood by the window of her small apartment attached to the radio station, brushing her long hair. Her eyes stared out across the town, but her mind was miles away, back at the school she'd left just a year before. Gods, she could still smell Lihala's blood permeating through the music classroom. She could still see her mangled body, pieces tossed hap hazardly across the room, innards strewn across the floor. She had only been gone maybe an hour before she realized she had left her bag with all of her songbooks in it in the classroom, she'd just come back to get it and she'd stepped into the scene of a massacre. She hadn't been the one to call the police, she assumed someone heard her screams and called. Because all she could remember was that she had screamed and the world around her had been a blur, she was only dimly aware that she had stopped screaming when a woman laid a blanket over her shoulders and guided her away from the scene for questioning.

Ultimately, the murder had been chalked up to some crazy obsessed with the cult of Yeenoghu, gnoll fur had been found as had a symbol, but it didn't matter. Either way, her teacher was gone and Alfira didn't feel safe anymore. With no real reason to stay, she had returned home and taken a job at the local radio station, but at least back home she had Lakrissa to welcome her back and keep her company. Well, that was mostly a good thing, apart from Lakrissa's obsession with the idea of some local cult making tourists disappear. Hells, Alfira could only hope her partner was wrong as she took a sip from the still-warm mug in her hand and turned to look at the bed where Lakrissa lay lazily flipping through static-y channels on the small TV. “There's one of those dumb romantic comedies on if you need a laugh, babe.” She smiled, patting the spot beside her on the bed. “You know, you can watch a horror movie if you want, Lakrissa, I can handle it.” Alfira smiled gently. “After all, they're all very obviously fake.” “You don't have to put on a brave face for me, you're allowed to have things that bother you.” Lakrissa replied. “Now come on, let's relax a little, you've got an early broadcast tomorrow.” Alfira nodded and joined her partner in the bed, placing her mug on the bedside table and snuggling in under the blankets, resting her head on Lakrissa's shoulder, savoring the pleasant warmth of her skin and the soft cotton of her sleep shirt.

----- As dinner concluded and the table was cleared, the family began to leave the table, Sentry preparing to wander off with Enver again, but was stopped by a sudden look from 'father'. “Boy, it's your turn to take the trash to the incinerator. Do it now, do it quickly.” Sarevok's expression brooked no argument, yellow eyes intent and commanding, mouth set in a stern growl. The tiefling rolled his eyes, raising his hands in mock surrender as he took a few steps back towards the large, tied up bags in the far corner of the kitchen.

“Right, fine, okay, whatever.” He replied. Then he looked to Enver with a grin. “I'll catch up with you later.” He winked coyly before turning to pick up the bags and begin his task. “It's quite alright, dear Sentry, I have work to finish up back at the office.” The human inclined his head with a chuckle. “Do stop by later if you're out and about.” And with that, he made his exit through the kitchen side door, making his way down the drive to his car. He stopped a moment, reaching into his pocket and producing a cigarette and placed it between his lips before raising a gold lighter with an emblem of a clawed black hand on it and lighting it, taking a long drag and leaning against his car. Sentry paused a moment, laying the bags down at his feet, looking in the direction Enver had gone and grinning broadly, losing himself in the moment before being yanked out of his thoughts by an adamant clearing of someone's throat near his knees. “Young master,” When Sentry looked down, a diminutive figure in a neatly pressed white shirt, black slacks, and suspenders peered sternly up at him beneath a black hat decorated with bones and teeth. “I do hope you aren't allowing this ill bred fellow to distract you from your duties.” “Hey, I have time for some fun too. You know, your work suffers if you don't take breaks every now and then.” The tiefling protested. “Maybe you need a hobby, Fel.” The butler's brow wrinkled with concern. “My dear boy, I only worry that this fellow will sour the bond you share with your family! It is a special one after all. And one that your father feels is oh so very important to his diabolical purposes.”

“Well, so far dear old dad's never been disappointed with the offerings Orin and I make, so I must be doing something right.” And with that, the young tiefling hoisted up the garbage bags again with some effort and continued his path to the incinerator before the butler could continue, leaving the impish being to carry his groceries into the house.

---- “Oh thank you, Sceleritas. All these unexpected guests lately have done a number on our stores.” Tomi beamed, accepting the brown paper bag Fel placed beside her. “Oh and you even managed to retrieve my samples from the post office. What ever would we do without you?” She laid out her things across the counter and began to sort them, turning away from the sink, which was filled with soapy water with just the slightest unsettling tinge of red to it. “Naturally, ma'am.” Sceleritas inclined his head reverently, retrieving the remaining bags and continuing with his deliveries. He passed by the living room where Orin sat in front of the TV, focused on one static-y horror film or another with eager eyes. Gabraela sat wordlessly on the battered couch behind her, hands rested on her knees. He walked by the breeze way where he could see Jackal carrying some raw, skinned portions of meat out to one of the many freezer chests in the shed, the drow's footfalls surprisingly inaudible despite his heavy work boots. Desdemona met him at her laboratory door with a wicked smile as he placed a discreet brown paper bag with several wrapped parcels in it at her feet. “These will do nicely. My contact back in The Gate outdid himself this time, it seems. Remind me to find something nice to wear next time I pay him a visit, will you?”

“My dread mistress, consider it done.” Fel gave her a sweeping, genteel bow before again picking up the final bag of shopping and turning to head back up the stairs. As he made his way towards the house's second largest bedroom, he passed one of the usually empty guest rooms and paused a moment, pressing a long, pointed ear to the door and smirking as he listened to tonight's house guests going about preparing for bed. “There's something weird about these people, Wyll...I'm starting to second guess staying here.” The woman's voice sounded frightened, Fel shuddered with excitement at that fear. “I know, but if we leave, we'd be contending with the cold and the dark and they still might follow us. I guarantee they know these woods well enough that catching us wouldn't be a challenge if they wanted to.” The man replied. He was trying to sound calm, but Fel caught the slight hitch of tension in his breathing. Tonight's sacrifice would please The Master for certain. He stepped away from the door and picked up the back again, finally reaching the door to Gary's room, where he knocked almost reverently. “Oh my rotted master, I have retrieved the things you requested from town.” The Dragonborn opened the door slowly, red eyes lowering to the bag on the floor and his reptilian maw curled into a grin of jagged, red stained white teeth. He collected the bag and nodded to Fel. “Thank you, Sceleritas. Remind Sentry to stop by before he heads into town...” He paused a moment and thought. “And why don't you and Tomi see if our guests could use a night cap? I think it would do them good.” He smirked as he turned to retreat into his room.

“Right away, Master!” Fel took a knee, head bowed with utmost respect as the Dragonborn closed the door, leaving him alone in the hallway again.

[tinfoil-jones]

Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 4

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here

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CH.4

"If we’re going to get to the pit of this peach we gotta get some variables outta the way first. I need a scan of his brain and yours. While conscious.”

“Mine as well?”

“You said he’s your identical twin - he should be genetically the same as you. We can use a scan of your brain as a comparison to see if there’s physical damage on the organ itself, because brain damage is the most common cause of amnesia.”

“I do have the technology available for an in-depth scan, but… ”

 “But what?”

“It’s in the shape of a ray gun, but like a traditional MRI whoever is getting scanned has to stay completely still.”

“I don’t s’pose in the time it took me to go into town and get supplies, you managed to reconcile with him?”

“Reconcile? He’s still convinced I’m a mad scientist out to harvest his organs, 'or worse turn him over to the IRS'- don’t ask about that second part. If I point anything gun-shaped at him, he’ll freak out.”

“Can’t say I blame him…”

“Hush, Fiddleford. There’s an easy way we can get him to hold still.”

“Stanford- Stanford put the tranquilizing doohickey away. We both know that concoction of yours wasn’t formulated with humans in mind. Surely you have less caustic means of sedation.”

---

“Stanford, anyone can tell that bottle’s been tampered with.”

“I have a theory that this persona of his is so self-destructive he’ll still drink it.”

“Y’know, this bottled water tastes suspiciously like two crushed Ambien tablets.” 

*Stan keeps drinking it anyways*  

“I am impressed, but I also hate that your theory was correct.”

*Ford undeafens the cell*

“Stanley, if you think there’s zolpidem in that, why are you still drinking it?”

“You think two Ambien is enough to take me down? Guess again, I’ve used this stuff to cut coke. You’re gonna have to try harder than that, PhD.” 

“Hmm, so we should have used Coca-Cola instead of water…”

“That ain’t what he meant by- how did you survive by yourself out here?”

---

“Hello there …Stan?”

“Sup babe.”

“Don’t call me that. I was wondering - you’re so handsome already, but it’d surely tickle my fancy a bit more if you put on this here necktie.”

“Hell no.”

“Do you not know how to tie one? I’d be happy to-.”

“I know how to tie a tie, specs. But I’ll never wear a necktie ever again. Not after Colombia… I still can’t shave that part of my jaw without nightmares.”

“I beg your pardon?”

---

“I couldn’t convince him to put the mind control tie on.”

“Fiddleford, why are you staring a thousand yards away?”

“He was explaining to me his time in Colombian prison, then he went on a tangent about necklaces and now I don’t think I can change a tire without thinking about it ever again.”

“... Interesting. We’re not resorting to the tranq gun yet?”

“This is your own brother you’re talking about.” 

“There’s only one thing we can do. The only thing that will 99.99% work on my brother. I didn’t think it would have to come to this so soon. But it’s our only unharmful option left.”

---

“Stanley.”

“Doc.”

“I will give you twenty dollars if you stay still for thirty whole seconds.”

“On one hand this is a set up… On the other hand, I’ve done worse for twenty dollars.”

“You what ?”

“Ten bucks up front.”

To be continued...