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[fortunapre]

𝐖𝐡at Happens 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬… | 𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

SUMMARY★ the internet gets suspicious after Oscar Piastri’s childhood best friend shows up to the USA GP after swearing off races a year ago…

(multiple face claims)

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oscarpiastri: hey! no way i’m going to be there too what a coincidence!

➜ y/nusername: its not a coincidence im stalking you

➜ oscarpiastri: 😀 what.

y/nbff: tell me you’re joking

➜ y/nusername: lemme tell you something... LEMME TELL YOU SUMTHING!

user1234: why does @y/nbff sound mad? Did she not tell her bsf or something?

➜ user999: don’t quote me on this but i’m pretty sure it has to do with the drama about y/n and her ex.

➜ user 1234: wait what?!? Im new what is that???

➜ f1updatesfans: well like i think 2 years ago y/n was seen around with this guy while she was in Austin (her home town) for the USA race.

➜ f1updatesfans: Then suddenly he like disappeared and y/n didn’t go to another race since. but now apparently she’s going to this one??? it’s all very speculative but yeah.

➜ user1234: ok but what does y/n have to do with formula one? Wait was she dating a driver?

➜ f1updatesfans: No! I dont think so... And shes Oscar’s friend I think. Best friend.

imessages- y/n's POV

Once y/n got off of the plane and through the gate, she stood waiting for Oscar. Considering he was already in town for the race, he had no problem coming to get her. They were best friends after all.

y/n had a hand on her suitcase and leaned against a pillar. She looked worn out and utterly tired. Her eye bags could practically be called carry-on luggage. She rested her head on the wall and scrolled through her contacts before choosing Oscar's name.

Her phone only rang once before Oscar's voice answered from the other side.

"Hey, y/n." He said in his signature sweet tone that always made y/n smile. The corner of her mouth lifted at his voice while she closed her eyes. Maybe tired was an understatement.

She was exhausted. Usually she just sleeps on planes, but for the whole 6-hour trip she never dozed off. The closest she got was simply closing her eyes.

She couldn't sleep. Not when she was so worried about what would happen once she landed.

"Yeah, hey Oscar." she murmured, and let out a long yawn. "My gate is A6." She held her phone between her shoulder and cheek while she tried to fish out her wallet from her purse.

"You good? You sound tired. Or sad. I can't really tell over the phone." Oscar spoke through the speaker pressed up against her ear.

"Yes, I'm fine..." Once she found her wallet, she pulled out cash to buy something to drink at the mini market across from her gate.

"Oh, I see you! Stop walking I'm coming to your right now." Oscar said quickly. Y/n looked around her, trying to find him. Eventually, she spotted his familiar smile.

They both hung up the phone as Oscar got closer. He was smiling at her, almost smirking really. When he stood next to her, he took a moment to look at her state, no doubt remembering it to make fun of later.

Y/n smiled back and then continued walking to the minimarket, with Oscar alongside her.

Once she got her water, they both started walking towards the exit.

"Here, I can take this." Oscar stopped y/n and put his hand on top of her hand which was holding her suitcase. His touch felt familiar and warm. His hands always felt rougher than they looked, but y/n felt comfort in knowing it was Oscar. At first, she didn't speak.

She was too busy staring at their hands because something different was happening.

She felt different. Suddenly, she wanted his hand to never leave. She wanted his hand to grab hers and lace their fingers. She wanted his hand to touch her more.

She shook her head and looked away from their hands. She must be really tired, and sleep deprived.

Instead of agreeing verbally, y/n just let go, suddenly conscious of Oscar's burning touch, and nodded, letting him take her suitcase.

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➜ ynusername LANDO WHAT! is this a hard launch for you two???? wdym your bf

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imessages- oscar's POV

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imessage- oscar's POV

"Who are you texting?" Y/n asked casually, wanting to start conversation. She sat comfortable in a sofa across from him. Originally, they were both laying down on the sofa's facing each other, a table in the middle.

But once Oscar got the first message, he sat up quickly.

At one point y/n caught him looking at her, with the most confused face she's seen on him, but he just went back to typing.

"What?" His head shot up from his phone, and his eyes got wide.

"I asked who you were texting." She replied. Y/n sat up slowly, matching him and then leaned in, with her elbows on her knees, hands clasped together.

"Oh. um. no one. Just Lando"

"Oh ok." This conversation was just making her more bored, and she wanted to talk to Oscar. There was a beat of silence before she spoke again. "What about?"

"Hmm?" Oscar seemed extremely distracted.

"What about?"

Instead of answering, he ran a hand through his hair and looked down. Y/n was going to ask what was wrong but he suddenly stood up and walked around the sofa.

He was still silent, and he changed positions to now stand behind the sofa and leaned on back, arm folded, facing away from her.

"Osc-" Y/n was going to ask why he was so distracted, but he cut her off.

He turned around, now looking her in the eye. "y/n can I ask you something?"

Now y/n was worried, because what could be on his mind that he needed to ask her about.

"Of course, Osc"

Oscar looked at her as she waited for his question. Like really looked at her. She was wearing Mclaren merch with his number on the back of course. She looked gorgeous. The realization made Oscar run a hand through his hair again, no doubt messing it up this time.

"It's kind of personal, y/n. I understand why you haven't said anything about it before. It's your personal life and I want you to know that i understand."

"Oscar what-"

"Is your ex in Austin?"

Y/n was surprised to say the least. She knew that questions about her past relationship would come up, but Oscar asking was surprising. She told him last year about how her ex broke up with her.

She was devastated. He had broken up with her over the phone, on the way back from last year's Austin Grand Prix. His reasons were stupid, and his apologies sounded incredibly forced.

She immediately called Oscar and told him everything. Well, everything except from his name. Oscar can be protective when it comes to y/n, so she kept her ex's name secret. It sounds stupid now that she thinks about it because even if Oscar did get mad, he would never do anything Y/n didn't like.

"Yeah. He's here, in Austin, but I haven't talked to him at all. You know what he did, and I want nothing to do with him." Y/n didn't know why she was trying to explain herself so much. She felt like she needed to make it known that there was nothing between her and her ex anymore. What this had to do with Oscar? she didn't know.

He nodded and walked towards her. They both sat next to each other on the small sofa while Oscar overthought everything.

"You want nothing to do with him? like at all? because Lando was making me think that you were possibly here to get back together with him..." He needed to know for sure.

"What? Oscar not of course. Why would Lando think that?"

"I don't know." he was going to run a hand through his hand for the third time, but y/n grabbed his wrist instead. She held his hand softly and intertwined their fingers.

Oscar felt relieved. Y/n was probably wondering why Oscar had so many sudden questions about her love life, but neither of them brought up the suddenness of the conversation. They instead sat close together; hands intertwined, hoping that the other couldn't tell how fast their heart is beating at the they're simple touch.

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➜ landonorris tell oscar to stop keeping you to himself!!!

➜ oscarpiastri no go away

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➜ oscarpiastri 😐 that’s enough

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2 days later, and neither Y/n nor Oscar had made any progress on acknowledging their feelings. Even the internet and gossip columns knew more about it them each other.

a/n:

just a small smau i wanted to try. i’ve never done one of these types of stories, so sorry if its bad or confusing!

not sure if i’ll do a part 2…do we like?

[purple-paige-purple]

my main pazzi evidence!

hey guys, people have been asking me to give me reasoning as to why i think pazzi is real so here ya go. there is A LOT more i could say and a ton more evidence but imma try to piece my basic thoughts together explain as much as i can consicely.

1. their general vibe

ok lemme say first of all, the thing that pisses me off most about pazzi deniers is that they dont acknowledge hard evidence. like hand placement, eye contact, the "is it spit" video, etc. but the thing that's the absolute kicker to me is their entire vibe around each other.

i think the animal letter/pillow video is a really good example of this. start by imagining how you would play that game with your friends, even your closest friends of ten years. would you giggle at them and smile at them the way that p + a look at/talk to each other? probably not. (and if you do, babes im gonna hold your hand when i tell you this...) the entire video was just not something you'd expect from friends AT ALL.

also. the way paige's ENTIRE demeanor changes near azzi. duuuuude its so adorable. any time she's talking to azzi, and even sometimes when azzi is within earshot, paige's voice softens SUBSTANTIALLY and she becomes more thoughtful and calm. an example of this would be kk's (second) crumbl live in the bedroom, when azzi walks in and all of a sudden paige is now giggling quietly as opposed to cracking up loudly like she was before. i think its the whole "calming presence" idea and p + a really both are each other's anchor.

also u don't go on a cruise with your best friend and act the way they acted (and posted).

2. the hard evidence

the aforementioned "is it spit" video. like bro. no matter what the fuck azzi said, what paige responded was extremely suggestive, and azzi's reaction to it just proves that. paige we know that ur faggot ass's favorite tongue movement to lets just take a chill pill on live tv (jk pls dont stop keep feeding our delulu pazzi shipper asses)

another piece of hard evidence: "happy birthday to the precious princess 💗" OK PAIGE WE KNOW SHES UR WIFE. paige wanted to say "my precious princess" so bad its so obvious

paige and azzi also have not shut down ANY rumors or even spoken on the subject of their suspected relationship. instead, i would go so far as to say they've fed into it, the posts about each other, the continuous posting of the "💗" emoji even though the entire internet has a suspicion about what it means. this also ties into the fact that they do have social media, paige is active a lot, their teammates are active, and they definitely (no matter how) seeing these pazzi edits. they are OUT THERE and even the announcers know it.

ice and kk's faces whenever p + a are flirting got me ctfu every time. ice does not try to hide it AT ALL and even though i think kk tries, once in a while she makes a face (the interview where she is in the middle of them)

3. no other relationships/their dynamic

lets be generous to the deniers and say that they've only had smth (a relationship, whether it be serious or not) since 2021. they have not been with anyone since. i will say it again. they have not been with anyone since. with their popularity and how gorgeous/attractive they both are, i feel like if they were seen close with anyone, we would know about it. fine, someone could say they are just both locking in to school and bball, but i really just think p + a work so well together and basically have the same schedule so there is pretty much no negatives to them being together, therefore no reason why it would take away from school/bball. i think they are each other's person and really just compliment each other so well (opposites attract!)

basically the way they act is not how "just friends" act. i dont make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

ok so thats my basic thoughts. i could LITERALLY go on for pages (and i will if you guys want!) just let me know (send me an ask or smth) and ill make more posts with more evidence and just basically debriefing it. ok thank u girlypops for listening to my ted talk

ps. thank you to @elliesglock for debriefing some of the uconn lives, pls continue bc they are so fun to read and u have such good thoughts on everything!

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A Game of Hearts

Chapter thirty-two: A Line in the Sand

Summary: Y/N’s father is a VIP for the games, he makes a deal with the Frontman that if he marries his only daughter that he will continue to sponsor the games. However, Y/N is not fond of this decision as she loathes the games and in turn, loathes the Frontman as well. Will she grow to love him? Will he let his walls down?

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The tension in the room lingered long after In-ho had left, settling into the very air you breathed. You stood there, staring at the empty space where he had just been, frustration burning beneath your skin.

We’ll see.

Those two words gnawed at you, an infuriating mix of dismissal and challenge. You weren’t sure what he expected—to scare you away? To make you question everything that had happened between you? If that was his goal, he was failing spectacularly.

Because the more he pulled away, the more determined you became.

With a sharp breath, you turned on your heel and left the lounge, your mind already racing. You needed answers—needed to understand what was happening beneath the surface of In-ho’s carefully constructed exterior.

And there was only one place you might find them.

The control center was quieter than usual, but the guards stationed near the entrance barely acknowledged your presence as you walked through the doors. By now, they had grown accustomed to seeing you move freely through the compound—something that, at first, had been met with stiff resistance but now had become an unspoken allowance.

You spotted the surveillance screens first, a wall of flickering monitors displaying every inch of the facility. Your gaze skimmed over them until you found what you were looking for—In-ho, standing at the main observation deck, arms crossed as he overlooked the arena below.

Typical.

He buried himself in his work when things got too complicated, retreating into the one thing he could control.

“Looking for something?”

The voice startled you. You turned sharply, finding a familiar figure leaning casually against the console. The Square Guard. The same one who had led the charge against the Panther Mask.

His uniform was the same as the others, but there was something different about him—an air of authority that set him apart.

You hesitated before answering. “Just looking.”

His head tilted slightly, studying you. “You won’t find what you’re looking for on those screens.”

Your brows furrowed. “And what exactly am I looking for?”

The Square Guard didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pushed off the console, stepping closer, lowering his voice just enough to make you uneasy. “You want to understand him. But you won’t—not by watching.”

Your stomach tightened. “And you think you understand him?”

A low chuckle. “I understand the way he works. He keeps people at a distance for a reason.”

You crossed your arms. “And what reason is that?”

The guard studied you for a long moment before finally answering. “Because getting close to him is dangerous. For both of you.”

Something about the way he said it sent a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard. “I’m not afraid of him.”

“No,” the guard agreed. “But you should be afraid of what being close to him will cost you.”

A beat of silence passed between you before he nodded toward the screens. “If you really want to know him, stop looking for him here.” Then, without another word, he turned and disappeared into the hallway.

You stood there for a long moment, his words weighing heavy in your mind.

Stop looking for him here.

You exhaled sharply, your decision made.

If In-ho thought shutting you out would keep you away, he was wrong.

And if there was a cost to getting close to him…

Then you were willing to pay it.

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Maybe you're just not worth it (maybe you're worth a little more)

born into the world with two left feet in the grave - series masterlist here

pairing: barty crouch jr x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.5k

genre: fluff, kinda angsty ig

warnings: smoking, drinking, it's a party, vague allusions to hook ups, a fight breaks out but it's only vaguely described, may I offer you the two most emotionally damaged ppl you've ever seen, there's tension and pining and they don't get together yet but it'll happen

a/n: hey finally lololol this should be a fun one but lemme know if anyone cares enough to want more of this

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck around with them like that?"

"I don't know what you mean, Barty," you shrug easily, twirling a cigarette between your fingers. You're propped up on one of the grand, stone windowsills in a hidden corner of the Slytherin common room, the blue-green light filtering in from the lake through the stained glass and washing over the two of you.

"Yes you do," Barty scowls, and when he stomps over to you and reaches out, you move to hand him the cigarette. But he just wraps slender, pale fingers around your wrist and lights it for you with a flick of his wand. Then he watches, tall enough to tower over you still as you sit on the sill and he stands, as you blow smoke just past his face. 

"Why are you looking at me like I'm doing something wrong?" you ask softly, tipping your head back against the cool stone wall. 

"I just don't know why you do it."

"Do what?"

"We're talking in circles," Barty snaps.

"So say something new," you quip back. He places his hands on the windowsill just shy of where you're sitting, leaning a bit closer to you. This time, you blow a puff of smoke right into his face, watching as he blinks through it. 

"Are you really going to make me work for it?" he sighs, but there's an airiness in his voice that isn't often there.

"You're a clever boy, Barty. That's what makes you so fun." You watch as he plucks the cigarette from your grasp. "Ask the right questions and you'll get the right answers."

"You don't have fun with me," he says lowly, and this time a frown tugs at his lips as he tilts his head away from you to blow smoke off to the side before passing your cigarette back to you. "Why do you fuck around with all the guys like that?"

"That's not the right question, Bart," you offer gently in lieu of a response.

"I don't care," he scowls. "Answer it anyway."

"It's just fun," you shrug. "That's what these parties are for, right? We all go, we drink, we flirt, we - it never really means anything, you know."

"I know," Barty stresses, frowning at you still. "That's my point. You're playing games that only you can win."

"You… worried I'm gonna hurt someone's feelings?" Barty's sure that it's supposed to come out as light and teasing, but your voice is quiet instead and you can't quite look at him anymore as you pluck at a stray thread on your ripped jeans. "Is it Evan? He'll be ok - he doesn't care about me, either."

"I'm worried about your feelings," he responds in a rushed sigh, and the comment makes your fidgeting fingers freeze. Your foot slips where it's propped up on the windowsill.

"I thought I was winning? Can't do that with my feelings hurt, can I?"

"You are winning." Barty reaches gentle fingers to wrap around your ankle, keeping you from slipping further off the ledge. "I'm just not sure this game is so good for you, that's all."

"I don't need a babysitter, babe," you snap back with a mocking tilt to your voice, and there's a bit more bite in your words than he deserves, probably. But Barty just tightens his grip on your ankle and stares.

"I'm trying to ask you the right question," he stresses, and the genuine waver in his voice has you pausing, twisting to put out your cigarette on the stone sill before you lean back against the glass and watch him.

"No you're not," you say quietly. He shifts, placing his hands on either side of your hips now as you spread your legs a bit to let him stand closer in front of you.

"I am," he insists gently, and a scrambling, desperate part of your brain pleads for some kind of sanctuary from his kindness - pleads to go back to before he showed you that he knew how to be gentle. "You're not letting me in."

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you fuck around with me the way you fuck around with them?" And there it is, you think. And as soon as it's here, you wish you hadn't pushed for it. You wish he hadn't twisted the knife quite so far into your soul.

"Do you want me to? Hm?" It's a weak attempt, you both know, to gain some kind of control back from him. But Barty's crossed some kind of line, he knows, and he's never really learned how to back down from things like this.

"I want to know why you don't," he offers firmly, and you tilt your head to look past him into the busier part of the common room, the music rattling through people's drinks as smoke curls through the mass of students.

"Maybe you're just not worth it," you say lowly, and Barty huffs out an annoyed breath while he angles his head to look you in the eye again, trapping you in whatever it is that you're not admitting.

"Why don't you ever tell me the truth?"

"Why do you always let me get away with lying?" He's got an answer for that, you're sure. You're also sure that he's clenching his teeth together instead of telling you to spare you, just a bit. You feel a bit like a prey animal, caught between him and the window right now. You feel a bit like he's cracked your ribs open and can see the way that your heart beats in an off-kilter rhythm. 

You feel a bit like biting back - like telling him to fuck off and find someone else to whine to. But then he reaches to twirl a lock of your hair out of your face and you find yourself sighing in resignation, instead, slumping down just a bit against the cool glass.

"You're not worth it, Bart. You're worth a little bit more than all that. That's all it is."

"A little bit more, hm?" he pushes, and you roll your eyes in a vacant attempt to hide the way that your heart thumps at his voice - at the warbled little insecurity that twists somewhere almost unseen in him.

"You deserve something good," you offer haltingly. He scowls a bit at that - and you know his ticks and his movements enough to know it as an act of love.

"And you don't?"

"I have what I deserve - what I want, I mean." Your head's starting to hurt, you think, something about the music and the alcohol and Barty mixing together into some kind of oncoming illness - some kind of reason to run away.

"Why do you mess with people so much? Why can't you just - be honest, god, for fucking once." There's a bit of bite coming back to Barty's voice, and you can't help but perk up at it, recognizing this more than anything else.

"You're the only one who ever knows when I'm lying, you know," you say instead of answering, and Barty knows you well enough by now - knows your movements and your subtleties enough to know it as an act of surrender. 

"Of course I do," he sighs. "You're my…"

"Friend?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"Ouch," you say dryly. He shoots you a pleading look.

"I'm not this nice to my friends," he offers softly. You cock your head to the side.

"And I'm not this mean to mine." Barty hums a bit at that, leaning back on his heels as he lets his eyes sweep over your frame. 

"You're allowed to be, you know."

"What?"

"Kind," he says simply. You reach up to flick him on the forehead.

"Speak for yourself," you murmur, but he's staring at you like he's not sure how to let you get away this time. 

It's a shame, then, he thinks, when the party just beyond the two of you gets a bit too rowdy. It's a pity, really, when a fight breaks out - Evan and Regulus getting tangled up with a few loud Gryffindors. Barty swears that he sees the older Black brother mixed up in it, too, and pulls a hand away from the windowsill as he gets caught between helping or hurting. He sways on his feet a bit as he wonders whether to try to break up the fight or if he should just join in. 

Then he thinks that maybe… he understands a bit more what it is that you're not saying to him. 

"Better luck next time, Bart." It's your voice in his ear, then, that jerks him back, and he doesn't have time to appreciate the way that you've leaned up on your toes and wrapped your hand around his bicep to whisper in his ear. He doesn't have time to catch you or trap you again before you're slipping away into the fray, disappearing into some sweaty, dark corner of a party gone stale. 

One of the Gryffindors stumbles out of the fight, his round glasses askew and his dark curls tousled, and Barty rolls up his sleeves and sighs.

Oh well, he thinks as he grabs the older boy by the collar of his shirt. Better luck next time.

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Hi!! Your Cherik is so good and gorgeous 🤩🤩 If you don't mind wanna try to draw some Fall of X Cherik please?

thank you so much !!

i have a couple of ideas relating to the fall of x period specifically since theres. A Lot i wanna play with, so i hope this lil thing may be a satisfactory start :]]

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[leavingautumn13]

colored my initial sketch + some more sketches

the scars on his arm are from a fight with a feral deathclaw. scout thought it wouldn't attack him. it's not a mistake he makes twice.

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“Do you believe he really loves you?”

“..What?”

The question swirled inside Comet’s head, there is no way David’s just pretending. He would never toy with him.. right? 

Comet marked his page before he put down his book, closing it gently before looking Max in his eyes. Comet’s look is sharp, it has an edge to it.. but that doesn’t mean it’s real. There’s fear in his eyes.. a swelling, growing fear and doubt that is slowly infecting his mind like a disgusting virus or disease.

And Max can sense that growing fear.. 

“I mean.. David is a smart boy, he knows looks aren’t the only thing to judge by. He wouldn’t just change you because you’re pretty, he must’ve changed you out of guilt-“

And that’s when the young man cut him off, tired of this stupid and infuriating mind game he was playing-

“I was changed because he saw something in me, something different! He would never do it for no real reason, you should know that!- But you don’t, mostly because you don’t even know who these boys really are!-

“Be careful with your words!-“

“I am sick and tired of you trying to manipulate me!!”

“MANIPULATION? That’s RICH! I am only telling you the truth!-“

“THE TRUTH IS WORTHLESS WHEN IT’S COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, BEING FORMED BY YOUR LYING SNAKE TONGUE!!”

And that sudden change in tone, that snap, that shift.. was followed by deafening silence..

Max got closer to Comet and the young vampire felt intimidated so he stood up, tall and straight.

The older man’s eyes pierced through Comet’s look of disgust and raging fury before he said, “..I am your superior, your master, your creator- And you dare disrespect me? I am the only reason you are standing here today, boy. Don’t you dare call me a lying snake ever again.. or I will make sure a stake is put through your still heart by the hand that holds your own.”

“….” 

“Do you understand me?”

“..Y-Yes, sir.” 

“Good. Now let’s discuss the real reason why I’m here.. do you know a young man named Micheal Emerson?”

(Tried my best on this, I don’t really write much.)

[thatthirstyweirdo]

MOB MAVERICK⁉️⁉️

YIPPEEE FINALLY FINISHED SMT!! Ok so I finally decided to draw Mob Maverick!!! My beloved!! I have a lot and I mean A LOT of thoughts with him and loreee… But I’ll probably spread it out through posts over time. I should probably give some basic info on him…

So Maverick Mic is a part of the Darling family! The day he joined was the lowest point in his life and you’ll find out eventually why! Just know Maverick was but a husk of a man he once were when he joined Wally.

I like to think that he was mostly sent on solo missions to take care of unwanted rivals or those who got in the way. Just to make life easier for the family! But since he’s pretty isolated while working alone (he mostly operated from an abandoned radio station) and doesn’t have anyone close in the family he’s just kinda… slowly going insane… Until he got assigned to bodyguard Rainy! (Who belongs to @koifsssh ! Muah!) And ever since then things got a bit more interesting!… Which honestly is an understatement. Koi made a post about their relationship, and I might make one as well!! To put into words Maverick’s perspective on things.

Honestly Mob Maverick is the complete opposite of original Maverick. He keeps a lot to himself, not as outgoing, a pretty grumpy and tired guy (he gets zero sleep 💀) and overall a lot more quieter. It’s just he’s been with himself for such a long while that talking kinda doesn’t seem appealing anymore. And not only that his mindset at first is very pessimistic. He does what he’s told and moves on with his life. The guy died a hundred times so making connections lost its point… Until Rainy appeared :DDD now getting to know someone better gained its appeal back…

I also have some doodles! OH ALSO MADDY’S IN THIS AU TOO!! Couldn’t forget my babyyyyy! Honestly she deserves her own post! But I’ll say at least smt about her, here’s a fun fact: she’s the only reason Wally even considered taking Maverick into the family. Bless

Also cannot get Rainy and Maddy shopping for goods out of my head istg

AH and the mob au belongs to @/clownsuu !

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

only hot girls get emotional about the relationship between jesus and judas every night

[sotiredmostnights]

hi I'm the jitsu wa watashi wa anon

yeah i read kiss him not me; it's great

thanks for the recommendation again

OMG yaaaayyy i'm so glad you gave it a shot!! 💖💖💖 and i'm super happy you liked it!! 🥹✨✨

[somegrumpynerd]

Hi! I have been loving the Neko Astume event! When it ends will all the cats be available to pet? I joined it when Nightmare was on the website and sadly missed the chance to pet the cats before Nightmare came along.

They will! Once the event is over and the regular polls are back, there are a couple of new cats still to be seen but I also want to mix in some new toys that bring old cats back again!

In the meantime I could make like an archive post here were you can still get to the pages to pet all the cats if anybody wants?

[helldustedstories]

@calamitism liked this post for a mastermind starter

"Did you really think you could sway me with such….arguments?" Satan asks, looking down at the smaller Sin. "Seems like that imp isn't the only one forgettin' his place."

[todayisafridaynight]

if i think bout ichi going to jiro kasuga's grave and arakawa accompanying him Maybe At Least Once i just might explode

[dorindameddler]

Whenever I want to use a gif or something of a male reality star I check whether they’ve been arrested for intimate partner violence and the answer many times is yes

[the1trueanon]

so uh remember the Cinderella 3 doodles?

.....i might have a fic idea for this now 👀👀👀

[leatherbookmark]

my favourite thing abt tumblr mass-finding out about the origins of the “poor little meow meow” phrase is a couple of people in the tags, who listen to things like, i assume, punk or rap, going “oh so THIS is what people got so emotional over? wow they wouldn’t last a day over here” or “ah, this, yeah a couple of guys from our side did it too”. refreshing