#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!’

[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 18: Once brothers, now Him

Ah, brotherly love. 55% love, 45% violence. History is full of examples of those bound by blood spilling that same blood.

Here is Finn:

Just about to graduate from university. Great grades, top of his social circle, off to a potentially great career, & noted ladies man.

Then there is his twin, Leon:

The only thing he does better than Finn at is academics. His lack of connection building meant that at best, he could go the professor/teacher route.

These brothers were both content with their lot in life....until the test results came in.

Finn had an incurable disease that also induced infertility. Finn would live a long life, but could never start a family of his own. Leon was devastated as well, but he shot down the idea of using his seed to father Finn's kids.

"Come on bro, we're twins, genetically any kids you have will be mine as well. I am not asking you to sleep with my future wife, just put it in a cup & walk away," Finn said.

"No, it would be hard to treat my kids like I am their uncle when I am their father. Imagine something bad happens & my parental instincts try to kick in. Or, when my kid accomplishes something & I want to celebrate with them. It's going to lead to awkward situations," Leon said in curt & said tone.

"Then just move far away, just until they turn 18, then we can readdress this," Finn said.

"Family gatherings," Leon asked.

"Don't come," Finn said.

Leon was dumbfounded. He wanted his own brother to destroy his own familial relationships because his sack can't finish the job.

This has always been an issue between the two. Leon has always sacrificed his well being for his brother's sake & never got so much as a thanks.

Leon got in Finn's face.

"Out of the question," Leon screamed.

Before they could further react to the situation, both brothers began to feel dizzy & moved closer to each other. But Finn was able to get out of the trance and put some distance between himself & Leon.

"There has to be another solution. I know I am asking a lot from you," Finn said.

"Like you always do," Leon retorted.

Finn squinted his eyes in frustration but decided to think about his next words. He wondered why Leon was pushing back on this. He doesn't really have to leave the family. He can just be the overly involved uncle. There is more to this.

"We are going to therapy," Finn said in an authoritative tone.

"Don't act like the boss man now. You may have the muscles, but I am still older," Leon said.

"By fifteen seconds. You can walk yourself there, or I can carry you. My third arm might be useless, but these two guns are still functional," Finn said.

"You wouldn't dare," Leon said.

Finn smiled.

Finn did in fact carry Leon to the university's mental health clinic. Leon regrets starting Finn on the gym bro path back in high school.

There was an opening from a last minute cancellation & the brothers met Dr. Krushnik.

Finn moved to talk first, but Leon just suddenly let it out. About how he sacrificed nearly everything for Finn growing up & gave up his social life for him as well in university. About how their parents always favored Finn. Like he didn't exist. Like his existence was just to back Finn up.

Finn was shocked & hurt, but he thought back to all the times. Better toys, better clothes, allowed to do sports. He even overheard how Leon gave up his spot in a fraternity so that Finn could get in. The party invites redirected to him.

Finn reached his hand out to grasp Leon's.

"I am so sorry," Finn said in a sorry tone.

Leon was shocked mentally. First from spilling his guts & then from his brother's reaction. The hand grasping turned into a full blown hug.

The doctor sighed. The brothers reconciled without him saying a word.

It happened again. The brothers felt delirious. They could hear each other's thoughts. They pulled back quickly.

The doctor noticed this.

"Did you hear each other's voice in your heads," he asked.

They both nodded.

"I only dealt with a case like this once," he said.

"I am going to guess that you two are twins. You two are splitters," he said.

"We are what," Leon asked.

The doctor responded:

"Identical twins start off as one person, during the pregnancy, the original you splits into two separate zygotes & twins are born if you both survive."

"Not all twins are splitters. The distinction is that you two can still rejoin," he said.

Leon was confused.

"Wait, would merging fix our health issues," Finn asked loudly.

Leon was shocked at Finn's response. He knew exactly what Finn wanted to do.

"Such as," the doctor asked.

Finn blushed, in a hushed tone:

"I suffer from a disease that makes it impossible to have kids."

The doctor responded:

"There is some literature that speculates that splitters can suffer from ill effects if they don't pull everything they need."

The doctor eyes both of the brothers.

"You seemed to have stopped at the nether regions."

Finn closed his eyes & blushed again.

Leon facepalmed.

They were heading back to their dorm room when Finn punched Leon in the shoulder.

"What was that for," Leon asked.

"For splitting with me. We should have walked this earth as originally intended, as one," Finn said.

Leon blushed again. Was he that determined to bear fruit? The doctor did warn us that the original persona would take over. We would only exist as individuals in his subconsciousness. The idea of being stuck with Finn & debating about everything for as long as they existed 24/7 nearly gave him a headache.

They both walked into their shared dorm room.

"I know what you are thinking, that I only want to merge to be fertile. But it isn't restoring my fertility, the process will reform a new being. We are restoring him, whatever we were originally," Finn said.

"Oh you want to merge with me that much. I got you down bad," Leon retorted. He sticked out his tongue & panted like a puppy.

Finn threw a pillow at him in response.

"Look, I don't want to exist as half a person anymore. Please, join with me," Finn begged.

"You are never "half" a person. You are you and fully worth existing as is. If I am doing this, I don't want to merge with a wimp with self-confidence issues," Leon said.

Finn was shocked, his brother agreed. His shock turned to joy.

He didn't notice but Leon was right up close to him.

"Never say I never did anything for you, this better be worth it," Leon said.

Leon embraced his brother in a hug & soon after, so did Finn.

The delirium set in again. Come to find out, it was their minds opening up to each other to begin mixing.

There was a soft moan coming from the brothers. Their memories & mental traits were mixing into one.

As their minds became one, Leon began to sink into Finn like quicksand. The sounds coming from Leon stopped as his head sunk into Finn's chest. Within a few minutes, Leon was completely sunk into Finn's body.

Finn's closed his eyes & began to flex his fingers and toes. But this was no longer Finn. This was now their original self being reborn & his reaction to the process.

Stretching & pulling noises could be heard as his neck, shoulders, arms, legs, & feet expanded with new muscle. At the same time, the skeletal frame thickened and expanded. This original self grunted in response.

Pops could be heard as the chest grew bigger. The abdominals became flat at first, but as if one was popping saran-wrap, his abdominal muscles began to pop out one by one until he had an eight pack.

His butt expanded as well, but more gently. It was as if he had balloons for butt cheeks that were connected to a water hose, and someone turned the water on.

The sensation of being filled didn't stop there, it eventually extended to his private areas. At first he was fully extended to what Finn could achieve, but then his rod kept growing, and in waves, it grew thicker. His gonads came to life & grew four times their size. He cocked his head upwards in response.

Their minds finally became one. Finn let Leon completely in & so did Leon in return. They were reborn, no remade into their original persona.

His skull grew larger & a little more straighter. His eyes, mouth were Finn's but less sunken. His nose & eyebrows a combination of the two. His ears & chin was from Leon.

He kept Finn's hair style, but he gained Leon's volume. The flood of testosterone caused facial hair to erupt, giving him a beard, mustache, & side burns that connected.

He opened his eyes & his rebirth was complete. He found himself breathing heavily & a quick scan revealed he was drenched in sweat. He was naked too. Apparently Finn's clothing could not handle his much bigger frame and tore off.

Even though he was alone, he grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around his waist.

He quickly went to the bathroom to check out his form.

Here he was in flesh. He never thought he would ever exist as a whole the moment he split while in his mother's womb. But here he is. He knew that Finn & Leon could never return individually, and while he was grateful for both trying to live their lives, he had no desire to split again.

But who was he? He was never given an name as he was due to the nature of his birth, but wait he did have a name.

History had shifted. In merging back into one, the brothers merged their timelines too. He given the name of....Magnus.

He later took some fertility tests, and found no issues. Finn got his wish, sort of.

Thanks to the Leon part of him, there was no desire for kids until 28. If Finn was still here, he would be facepalming & Leon would be cackling. One last brotherly hit from brother to brother.

[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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[tinfoil-jones]

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…

[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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random hc's - my candy love hsl boys

the brainrot developed further after reading the first 3 mangas these past few days (tysm @draconess-tania for sharing the link for the english translations to me!! my 13 year old self who could never find them online is healed)

kentin has always been very acne-prone, his mother helped him develop a pretty solid skincare routine and he finds it very relaxing to do in the evening - he hasn't admitted it to anyone in fear that he will get laughed at

gave tips to armin once when he had a particularly nasty pimple and became less self conscious when he saw how greatful his friend was

momma's boy through and through - he loves having sessions catching her up with all that is going on in his life with a cup of warm milk and cookies

after military school he became a bit more closed off and these catch up sessions became less common - he eventually opened up after a few months when he saw how sad she got at his new attitude

to his dismay, he is terrible at baking sweets

he's fine at other basic cooking skills but it's not his passion

kentin is a bi man but he didn't come out until his early 20s

[i'd like to write a one shot on him coming out to his family, or just more about him - there is sm potential with his character,,,,]

he comes from a very small family, he only has about 2 cousins since it's only his mother who has a sibling so he's used to being alone - evan was his first ever 'big brother' figure to him

has -6.5 impaired short sight vision (translation: blind asf)

has relatively short fingers, 'baby hands' candy calls them. he hates how cute they look

nathaniel's mother is not a natural blonde, but the twins are. people started believing she is naturally blonde because of nath and amber

nathaniel is tone deaf, he's fine with the drums and rythms but anything solfege is out of reach for him

bless him lys tried giving him voice lessons and he dropped them a few weeks in

if he were to ever get another cat in the future it would be a british shorthair - insited upon by amber

amber lived with nathaniel for the first few years of college

she insisted it was because she wanted to save up on money while she looked for stable modelling gigs but she honestly missed living in the same house as him

armin likes painting his nails in dark tones of purple, blue or black - he did it for the first time to let alexy practice but he liked it so much that he rarely doesn't have nailpolish on nowadays

the polish is super chipped at all times, no matter how recently he applied it

it helped him stop biting his nails

fnaf lore expert - loves markiplier + game theory and watched them growing up an unhealthy amount

he plays the videos as background noise every now and then

it's his comfort frfr

the twins love stealing their mother's makeup - she has gotten so used to it that she gets dupes for most of her products just in case

armin tighlined his eyes during a specially grungy era of his - he's a master of eyeliner

he is also pretty acne prone but only on the forehead area which he covers with bangs

alexy is always insisting on how bad that is for his skin but armin chooses to ignore his brother

bi armin with a slight female preference btw

alexy uses coloured contacts + colour corrector for some redness but isn't all that much into heavy makeup looks

armin owns way too many ripped jeans

alexy DESPISES them - considers them an atrocious fashion crime

the twins go on regular spa trips with their parents - it is the only time where you will see armin willingly leave his console at home

on that topic armin developed scoliosis due to genetic predisposition + constant hunchback while playing AND he usually has neck pain so he never says no to a massage

warning for an unpleasant story involving teeth-related injuries but this is something that happened to a friend of mine and it fits sm - alexy and armin were once playing catch in a playground with stairs and while alexy was trying to run upstairs he tripped and landed on his two front teeth - he had to wear a dental prothesis for years until his adult teeth came in

armin can only sleep if he has those dumb ass whale ambience sounds in the background, alexy can only sleep with silence

armin needs to have the room as cold as possible, alexy cannot stand having the window open at night

surprisingly, they actually manage to sleep well in a shared room because they feel more at ease around each other (and armin doesn't need the sounds to relax)

castiel cannot sleep if there is light in the room - he sleeps with those eye masks that cover your eyes

his mother buys him flower-patterned or cute animal themed masks PFFT she brings them back from trips abroad so they're sometimes themed with cute mascots from the country

he only wears them when his parents arent home - he'd never admit to his mother that he actually uses them

he has a collection of guitar picks related to memories, he has a scrapbook - esque thing where he puts them in pages with dates

one of them is a pick that iris gave to him before their concert together - she knew of his collection to she wanted him to have it as a memory of it

it's purple with golden details on it

his first one was from his first time meeting lysander - he got him a pick to teach him some guitar but lys gave it back to him in case he wanted to play in the future and inevitably lost the pick

he doesn't play with picks tho - the manga kinda confirmed this but he developed the callouses to play

thought it was dumb at first but in his late teenage years he picked up spanish guitar - enjoys compositions by albeniz etcetc (Rumores de la Caleta is a piece that he enjoys playing - not because his mom loves it nooo who said that)

i just had a lightbulb moment

spanish castiel - on his mother's side

his mother dressed him up as a chulapo when he was younger - he HATED it (are we surprised)

nathaniel is terrified of flying - his parents forced him to suck it up growing up but he ever grew out of the anxiety during take off and landing

his favourite animals are meerkats - he loves that they stick and protect each other as a family

this is purely self indulgent but lysander's favourite classical composers are liszt and chopin - any romatic composers tbh

he likes singing ofc but he also wants to learn violin at some point

lysander always wanted to try classical dancing but never got the opportunity to do so

he'd be a natural at ballroom dancing methinks

nath is the token straight

cas is bi, lys is queer - but they never rlly came out

they j date whoever they like, if it turns out to be a man then eh whatever

[eyeballfluid]

The lads are back in town!

An illustration of all the "compatible" races. Compatible meaning can breathe the same atmosphere, of course.

Fērre:

The Fērre hail from the world Fērrum. A world that, much like a rotisserie, rotates very slowly, with about a 1:6 resonance. Making every day a humid windy, and sweaty experience. And every night a frigid rainstorm. Life gets by, by either crawling the canyons and ridges that catch drops of water to lap up, and to avoid the storms. Burrowing to escape the chaotic mornings and evenings. Or ln the colosal Corral like super organisms that dot Fērrum's surface. The Fērre do all of the above. Evolving from mole like creatures, and nomadicaly journeying the surface, to live in the immense corrals. All of these have thrusted the Fērre to become a prominent member of the galactic community.

Shippantii:

The Shippantii's home world, Mui-Mua, is not too dissimilar to Fērrum at surface level, appearing to have little surface water. However this is because most water is located in deep trenchlike rivers across its surface, some of which reach a kilometer deep. Other than the deep trenches, there are also conventional lakes and rivers. The only conventional ocean is about 500 meters deep. Through all of this, life has thrived on the planes canyons and mountains that carve out its elegent surface.

Raeng:

The Raeng's homeworld was poisoned, poisoned with a weak magnetosphere that struggled along for millions of years. Despite this determination, through a combination of the Raeng's destructive industrial revolution, and a particularly violent series of solar flares, their ozone layer disintegrated. Their atmosphere boiled, and the Raeng led a last ditch exodus off their world. Some stayed behind in domed cities, a testbed of later planetary colonies. Some stayed in orbit, built with noxious nuclear rockets, as care for their planet plummeted over care for their own people. Interplanetary colonization was nearly completely unsuccessful, only their moon having a self sufficient but starved mining colony for hundreds of years. Their species fate was doomed until a Fērre survey probe revealed their presence. The resulting mad dash was a mix of first contact excitement, and the want for humanitarian credit for saving a whole species. In the end the Raeng have been spread through the intergalactic network of stations and habitats. A people with no true home. Their homeworld scarred with domes and habitats to attempt mimicking their once vibrant ecosystem. Edit: My little brother designed, and wrote these fellas:)

Humans:

Humans have spread and artificially evolved themselves for various environments. Genetic adaptations are common among different species. But humans are the most numerous who will get their own posts in the future. Along with the planets, they have terraformed systematically unduring earthlife across the galaxy.

The galaxy has many other species that will be documented in future posts. Along with the technology and culture of the milkyway.

[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”

[lifeofalegacy]

Life of a Legacy Chapter 1

The First chapter in a HotGuy and CuteGuy AU.

It had been two years since his sister Pearl went missing. In that time, Grian had done well for himself, earning a promotion to head architect at the company his good friend, Scar, ran. His best friend Mumbo was finally getting his urban agriculture project approved, and he'd heard they found a building to put it in. Even his younger brother Jimmy got a well-paying job working with foster kids for the city. But the pain still lingered. The type that came from family secrets he couldn't reveal to Jimmy, that came from his deformed wings, and from every day he remembered that Jimmy was all he had left. And the guilt that came from the family heirloom tucked away his drawer, the very cause of all of this. Little did he know Scar felt similarly. He took up moniker of Hero long after Xelqua disappeared, and he fell like he was really flubbing it. But when a new villain threatens Hermitopia, can Scar find the strength to trust himself? And can Grian finally accept the past as it was, and accept himself so they can move into a new future? Can he become the Hero Xelqua expected him to be? He had to. There was no other option.

The city of Hermitopia had been established many years ago, a utopia for those who could not fit into what society deemed “normal.” Before long it became a cultural center filled with feathers, tails, scales, and things that went bump in the night. These differences made it special, safe, and respect for all was able to sprout from such a loving world. No one species overtook the others, and everyone had a use within the community, from growing food to cooking, to delivering it, to organizing the land for the growers. Hermitopia was beautiful. 

Then came the reckoning. Some stories claim it happened instantly, while others describe the destruction as a plague, spreading from home to home. But no matter how it happened, the reckoning nearly destroyed this utopia. Any species that wasn’t human fell ill, and the next generation born bore these illnesses. Some were manageable, like Vex’s ability to phase through objects no longer being under their control, now completely randomly. But others were deadly. It was always known when a Creeper hybrid died now, because there would be nothing left around where they were for a 50 foot radius. 

All over the world, genetics were warped and played with, ending family lines and stopping new ones from forming. But through it all, Hemitopia persisted. 

----

But for today, the past was merely that, and Grian paid it no mind. Rain poured from the sky, hitting the roof of the bus shelter he stood under with booming pings. On all days for the bus to be running behind, this was truly one of the worst. 

Pulling his wings around himself, Grian tried to fight off the cold, frowning down the street. He knew that bringing a jacket to work was a good idea today, he’s even said it aloud to himself after watching the weather report. But of course, it was left behind, and now Grian had to suffer with what he did. He glanced down at his feathers, mentally lamenting about how long they were going to take to dry. The brown, scraggly down feathers clung close to the skin, sticking in an uncomfortable way, and showed just how small they were. 

Grian wasn’t thinking of the past at this moment, but it sure was affecting him. 

Finally, bright lights shone into the shelter, and Grian flashed a thankful grin at the driver as he got on, standing and gripping onto one of the support bars. Wiping his hand on his mostly-dry undershirt, he was able to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone, opening up a familiar text chain. 

Coal Mine: Where are you? 

Coal Mine: We did agree to meet at your place at 5:30, right? I’m not misremembering that? 

Grian fondly rolled his eyes. 

Pesky Bird: Yeah, the bus is just running late, I’ll be home in like 10 minutes. 

Coal Mine: Your neighbors are looking at me weird. Where is the spare key again? I looked under the mat but it wasn't there. 

Pesky Bird: On top of the door frame. I had to move it after Sheila’s dog got out and decimated the hallway. 

Coal Mine: I think Arthur’s quite cute. He should be able to destroy your mat any time. 

Pesky Bird: Get out of my home. 

Coal Mine: No.

Pesky Bird: Yes. Insult me all you want but leave my decorations out of this. 

Pesky Bird: I hate you. 

Coal Mine: Love you too, see you in ten. 

No one in the world could push Grian’s buttons quite like Jimmy could. Luckily, no one else was allowed to. It was natural at this point, the bickering and the teasing, formed from years at each other's throats, to needing each other more than anything. 

Grian sighed and pocketed his phone, trying not to think about why they needed each other, how it was just him and Jimmy now. Hopefully Jim had gotten a vanilla cake, the one with cheap strawberry filling and much too much sprinkles on top. Jimmy had mentioned he’d taken off work today, heading down to the south point of the city to Netty’s for a cake. Guilt swirled in Grian’s head about how he wished he’d gone with, just to make sure. 

The bus stopped outside of a very familiar looking building, and Grian hopped off, hurrying to get inside. Riding the elevator to the top floor, he stepped out to notice his welcome mat was skewed. Rolling his eyes, he corrected it and opened the door. 

His younger brother was inside, a cake box teetering precariously on the counter as he’d discarded it to play with Maui. 

“Hello Jimmy.” Grian said, flashing the other a smile as he stripped out of his wet sweater. “Weather is miserable today, isn’t it?” 

“Definitely not ideal. Look at what all the rain did to my wings. I literally just redid them.” Standing up, Jimmy spread out his wings, and Grian paused his trek to the bedroom. The brown feathers were brighter now, flashes of gold peeking through, shining in the lamplight. “I really liked the way they turned out.” 

“Well, I guess that’s something we can fix later. You want a towel?” Grian asked. 

“Yes please.” 

Opening the closet, Grian tossed Jimmy one before retreating into his room to change. The delay at the bus stop had left him completely soaked, and he had the creeping sensation that he appeared very wet-cat like. 

Grabbing a towel of his own, he stepped back out into the living room, where Jimmy was aggressively scrubbing at his wings. “Be gentle, you don’t want to damage them.”

“I know, I just hate feeling them wet.” Jimmy’s wings now were almost fully yellow-gold, the towel he held having become a murky brown. “Can you get the back of them?” 

Grian took the towel and got to work, easily drying off the rest of his wings and plucking a few twisted feathers here and there. “Done.” 

A silence fell over the brothers, the monotonous tasks finished, and the rain still poured outside. Carefully, Grian sat next to Jimmy closely, trying to be a strong, reliable presence but also feeling like his whole world was tiny. Jimmy, in turn, grabbed onto his brother’s hand tightly, showing they were both there for eachother, neither having to bear the load alone. 

“Netty, um,” Jimmy winced. “She gave me the cake at a discount when I went down there today. I thought that was nice of her.” 

“That’s- that’s really nice of her.” Grian agreed, then sighed. “Might as well do this now then. I don’t have any room in my fridge to fit the whole cake.” 

The cake really was beautiful, and fun, and everything Pearl had been. Even if Grian hated the taste of strawberries, he loved her, and could never justify any other flavor for today. She’d gotten the same cake every year since they were toddlers, insisting it had to be that way or the day wouldn’t be right. It was an abomination of sugar and creation, everything their sister had been. 

“27 today.” Jimmy pulled out a pack of candles from his bag. “You think she’d want us to sing? We didn’t last year.” 

“I’m not a great singer.” Grian joked, and lit the candle. “But it couldn’t hurt, right?” 

Neither could make it through the song before tears clogged their voices, and Jimmy blew out the candles just before they melted into the cake. He turned away after that, wiping his face and trying to catch his breath. All Grian could do was stare at it, trying to remember if the song they sung was Pearl’s favorite one. 

They ate the cake in silence, watching the rain pour outside the windows, remembering their sister in fond memories. The way she danced, and sung, and how easily designs seemed to come to her. Everything about Pearl was extraordinary. 

And so was her disappearance. 

When neither of the boys had heard from their sister in a few days, Grian had gone over to her apartment to look for her. What he found had haunted him ever since. Door unlocked, he had to immediately step around the overturned bookshelf. Pearl’s prized books and collectables scattered across the floor, something she would have never allowed. Her furniture was a mess too, a chair overturned, and rug crumpled as if something had been dragged over it. That was when he had called the police. 

She was never found, and a month later the officers had her brothers clear out her home. They knew what that meant. No matter how much they were told to hold out hope, or that the police were doing everything in their power, they knew what everyone thought.

That was almost two years ago, just after Pearl had turned 25. Jimmy was her age now. 

“Do you want help re-dying your wings? I still have the dye from the last time we did it.” Grian offered. He ignored the pang in his chest at the thankful look his brother gave. 

Moving to the bathroom, Grian pulled out a familiar looking box, a smiling avian on the front, her wings poorly photoshopped into a plain brown color. No avian would be that excited about brown wings. 

Once, Avians ruled the skies of Hermitopia, acting as messengers and delivery people, tying the world together. But nowadays, very few can fly. Most’s wings were too small, or their feathers refused to grow properly, staying a sickly shade of brown. They were grounded, wings no more than inconvenient decorations that reminded people of a time they never got to see. However, some Avians escaped the curse. 

Jimmy’s wings were a brilliant, blinding yellow, his feathers strong and smooth. Though they were a tad smaller than they should be, he was everything an Avian used to be. More importantly, he could fly. 

Grian moved to the front of his wings, touching up any places Jimmy had missed, trying to cover that blinding gold. He hated that he had to do that. 

For their talent, Avians were often targets of groups that wanted to “restore order to the city,” and those that could fly were incredibly valuable. No one knew what determined a person’s fate about things like this, why out of two brothers, similar in every way, only one would bear the curse. So, in order to keep Jimmy safe, they pretend it was both of them that bore it. 

Once done, Grian stepped back to take in his work. It was pretty good, no gleaming spots available. Jimmy continued to look at himself in the mirror with an unreadable expression upon his face, eyes dark. 

“I want to look through some of her stuff.” He said quietly. 

“What?” 

“I know we said we’d leave it, because Pearl would be pissed when she came back and found out we’ve been messing with her stuff. But…” Jimmy trailed off, trying not to smear the dye onto any of Grian’s walls. “Can we open some of the boxes? Please?”

Grian managed to drag a few of the boxes out of his storage room, the ones that had the photos, the books, everything non wearable that made Pearl, Pearl. Everywhere she went people immediately knew who they were dealing with. A sharp tongue and watchful eyes, all wrapped in a kind and bright mind.

“I didn’t know she made these.” Grian said, flipping through some rudimentary scrapbooks filled with pictures of their family throughout the years. 

“Yeah, she didn’t like people knowing.” Jimmy laughed, leaning over to point at a family portrait. “Apparently mom taught her when we were younger, that’s what the two of them would do when dad and us went fishing.”

“I do really like fishing.” Grian muttered, tracing over his sister’s handiwork. “It’s almost like a diary. Like, when she’s doing happier pictures, her work is looser, I can see more of her in it.” Flipping to the next page, he found the first photo without their father. Pearl’s work was sharp, and dark. 

Grian closed the book. 

“Hey G,” Jimmy said, smaller boxes spread out around him. “What was this? I remember it, but not well.”

Oh. 

“That’s… that’s some of mom’s old stuff. Pearl took most of it when she moved out, you and I didn’t have the extra room.” Reaching down, Grian picked up an old box, and opened it to find a whole bunch of old pictures. Taking a few out and flipping through them, Grian handed them off to his brother. “Here’s some of the two of them from when Pearl was a baby.” 

Jimmy flipped through them, and tears fell down his face. “Gods, the two of them are almost identical.” 

Grian nodded. He continued to go through some more of the photos, going further back in time. A photo flashed in front of his eyes, and he frowned, closing the box and tucking it behind his back. 

“Look, mom’s wing pattern is nearly the same too.” Jimmy traced the lines on their mother’s powerful wings, resembling those of an owl. Sighing, he placed the pictures on the ground and furiously rubbed at his face. “I can’t believe she didn’t show me these things.” 

“Was there ever really a good time?” Grian asked, shaking his head and trying to hold back tears. “She had to move to the other side of the city for a job that paid decently, and you remembered how messed up the train system was that year. I guess it just kind of got buried from there. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault.” Reaching down, Jimmy picked up a wooden box carved in hearts and swirls. Flipping it open, he found nothing. “Was this also Mom’s? I don’t remember Pearl having this when we were kids.” 

A pause, where Grian was trying to ignore the sense of anxiety rising in his chest. “Yeah. I sent that off with Pearl because I didn’t want to risk you or any of your friends breaking it. Dad gave her that chest years before we were born.” 

Maybe he had lied. But was it really lying if Jimmy had just assumed and he didn’t correct him? Grian had already gone through this box, pulling out anything he and Pearl had agreed Jimmy shouldn’t see. It made him feel dirty, the secrets. Pearl had promised she’d be the one to tell Jimmy, take the brunt of the anger and confusion. But now there was no Pearl. Just Grian, and the past he refused to think of. 

“Are you sleeping over tonight?” It was incredibly rude, Jimmy was in the middle of saying something, but Grian just had to know. “Because, it’s dark, and the rain could make the roads slippery, and I just–” 

“I can stay over.” Jimmy said. “I get it.” 

“Cool. Cool.” That grief was creeping up his neck again, promising to throw everything away. “I’ll go start dinner.” 

----

When Jimmy had finally fallen asleep, wrapped up in a massive amount of blankets on the couch, wings as brown as they should be, Grian remained awake. He laid in bed, trying to ignore the guilt that ate away at his chest. Finally, when he couldn’t handle it anymore, Grian rose and clicked on his lamp. He made his way across the room to his dresser, and kneeled onto the floor. Opening the drawer as if in prayer, the silent night was shattered by the squeaking of the wood. 

In the drawer now sat the box of pictures from earlier in the day, laid out next to the matching ones. As well, the box had found a new place, reunited with what should be in it. 

Carefully, Grian opened the box, and a faint pink glow filled the room. A dazzling microphone, handle carefully wrapped in pink silk laid inside. Carved into the handle were the familiar initials of their mother, and Grian looked away. 

He’ll tell Jimmy soon. He had to. There was no one else. 

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Thwip!

A startled scream echoed throughout the docks, and the hero grinned, quickly descending the side of the shipping container he’d been hiding upon. Making his way over to the horned man pinned against a container with a swagger in his step, he flashed the other his million-dollar smile. 

“Well Hell-o my friend.” 

“You shot me!” The man screamed indignantly. 

“Well, yes. But that is because you, have been up to some shenanigans. Some evil shenanigans. I got a tip off, which I’ve passed onto people with some higher authority, that you’ve got some unregistered goods in this container. Chemicals, sheet metal, and some pretty heavily regulated compounds that the dock authority usually only allow in when they’re here. Which I’m sure you know, without them here, it’s illegal to be transporting regulated goods.”  Spinning the bow easily, Hot Guy cocked another arrow and pointed it at the man below him, smile gone. “So, why don’t you tell me exactly who you are working for?” 

The man in front of him seemed nervous, but kept his mouth shut. 

“Come onnnnnn,” Hot Guy was almost teasing him at this point, with no actual intention of shooting him. “If you just tell me now, I can vouch for you once the police show up. Possibly years off your sentence.” 

Dread filled the trapped man’s eyes as he realized there really was no way out of the situation he found himself in. Finally, he broke. “I don’t know.”

“Really?” Hot Guy deadpanned, glaring at the other through his visor.

“Truly man!” He held up his hands. “I just work for the shipping company. Usually I have paperwork that tells me what I’m shipping and who it’s going to, but my boss told me that I don’t get any of that this time.” 

“So your company will just ship anything without checking?” 

“Not… usually.” In the distance, police sirens got closer and closer. “All I know is that whoever wanted this stuff paid a lot so that we wouldn’t ask any questions. Like, my boss was bragging about being able to pay off his house and buy a new one. That type of money.” 

Hot Guy scoffed. “You sold your integrity for money? On illegal goods transport? Not even like, contraband. No, on sheet metal and industrial lubricant.” 

“Hey, I didn’t even want to be here man! My daughter had a dance rehearsal tonight, but this order was ‘too important!’ For my boss, that is. Listen, I’m just a grunt worker, no one important. Making money is hard for people like me.” The man huffed.

The police were closing in now. Scar frowned, and lowered his bow.“Come on man. Don’t talk like that! Everyone is important, just in their own way!”

A moment passed, and the man could just blink in confusion, still limply hanging by his shirt. “Thank you?” 

“You shouldn’t be feeling underappreciated.” He slid his arrow back into the sheath. “Why couldn’t it have been your boss doing this delivery? Why did it have to be a family man who just wants to support his daughter? Your boss shouldn’t be treating you this way.” Hot Guy’s voice was sincere, bleeding empathy and conviction.

It worked. 

“I’m sick of this. I’ve taken too many falls for that man. Sure, he’s the only one that wanted to employ me because my kind is ‘dangerous,’ but that doesn’t mean I have to stay.” A fire filled him as the police cars pulled up to the docks. “I’ll talk. But I want protection.” 

That… worked better than Scar expected. “We’ll see what happens.” The next moment, the police showed up behind him. “Well, best of luck to you.” 

The next few minutes passed by surprisingly easily, with the man willingly walking into custody, and Hot Guy just discussed some of the basic details with the head officer. Finally, he was able to slip away into the night, scaling the containers and disappearing into the night. 

“Did you get all that Cub?” Scar asked, clicking apart his bow and zipping up his suit to look just like a jacket. 

“I did, and I’m not liking what I heard. If even the drug runners don’t know who they’re transporting for, then there’s not a good chance we’ll figure it out.” Cub sighed on the other end of the earpiece. “Someone big, that’s what we’ve got. Either way, how about you get back to base? It’s cold, and you shouldn’t be putting too much stress on your body.” 

“Feeling good Cuberooni!” Scar joked, but as he said it, he felt his power falter, and he leaned heavily against his cane. “But I’m on my way.” 

“Stay safe.”

Scar rolled his eyes. “Always.”

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

[effkaytales]

EFFKAY FIGHTING GAME CONCEPT 2: Drille!

One day, a mining tank came to life. That mining tank would redesign her own body and rename herself DRILLE. Her life was full of hardship and strife, but she came out the other end with a smile. Drille is well-known within Effkay Tower One. She brings her brand of happiness and joy to everything she does! Little did she or anyone know, she was actually a demigod of Chaos, born by machinations of the Goddess of Light, Verli. Wild!

P1: DRILLE. Her typical everyday wear. She has dozens of this simple outfit in her closet, which is good, because she tends to ruin it in her day to day playtime in various caves she spends her time in.

P2: DIANNE. Dianne Wintergreen Roberts, Drille's civilian form, is well known throughout Scenera City. While she looks like a normal Ferran in this form, she still has all of her normal capabilities hidden just underneath her skin if she needs it, including deployable skates within her feet and the ability to morph her left hand into a drill.

P3: DATE NIGHT. It was set to be one of the best nights of her life. But in short order, EVERYTHING fell apart thanks to the plans of her younger 'brother', DR-21. He worked hard to humiliate her for "replacing" him, down to taking over a cybernetic hive mind living on one of Astana's moons, causing catastrophic damage to an entire society, all to make Drille feel like garbage on her first date ever. On that day, all of Astana learned an important lesson. Don't Piss Off The Genet.

P4: RUMBLR. "do not seek out the tumblr rumblr. it is not a good place." One day, Drille found herself in a strange place. She had no memory of the events leading up to waking up in that warehouse in a dying city, but she rolled with it, hoping she'd find her answers soon. Fight after fight led her nowhere... This is the body she obtained after uniting with her alternate-universe counterpart, Burroe. To Be Continued...?

P5: GRAVE. At this point, her brother, Grave, has made many strides in making his battle-ready armor easy to apply to himself. This is the result of Drille taking one of his transformation belts and applying his armor to herself! She's used her chaos powers to replicate his hairstyle as well. I wonder what HE thinks of this?

P6: CLASSIC. Back in the original version of my comic, this was the body that Drille originally built for herself. This design would also be reused for another alternate universe version of herself, in a world designated as "Altana".

[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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[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.

[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...

[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."