#lio speaks

[prettygirlfever]

i think he should make me beg for it i think he should just keep teasing me until i'm begging for him to fill me up i think that would be nice

[lios-archive]

So a few days ago I was scrolling through my YT homepage and this interview with Vangelis (probably the last interview he appeared in since it was posted in 2021) popped up. It was held by two ESA physicians (?) and it didn't have much views so I was definitely expecting the worst but holy shit did I have to change my mind. The interview was focused on the relationship between music and kosmos/space and istg for the first time ever I saw a totally relaxed Vangelis, speaking passionately about things he cared about. Music, science, future, kindness, the stars, the joy of being curious and interested in things. He's been looking at the sky his whole life, composed his music with its help by bringing his instruments on the shore at night or by just enjoying the stars' company while sitting in his studio.

What surprised me the most was the way he reacted to each question, because not a single one of them was stupid. They were all genuine and intelligent and Vangelis himself couldn't believe that, which is why he sometimes said "Oh, I'll have to think about that because nobody ever asked me about this" and at the end of it I was soooo happy for him because holy shit. Yea he was the composer of Blade Runner and Chariots of Fire but we should appreciate him for much more as well and I'm glad people are starting to recognise his interest in science as well. And he was such a humorous guy I love him so much king

[mjfass]

I need to see Lio Rush vs Claudio Castagnoli forever.

[fatedefy]

actually, no one ever talks about the effects of living a good chunk of your life purely out of spite ⸻ growing out of spite, surviving out of spite, mastering any and every skill out of spite. neji literally gives away a quarter of his youth to the erred belief that, if this is all that his life will ever amount to ( being a hyūga branch member, a throwaway weapon meant to protect the main house ), then he'll become so outstanding, so near-perfect that they'll regret casting him ( and by extension, his father, because everything neji does is implicity about hizashi ) this lot in life. and then when he finally overcomes this fatalistic outlook, he keeps tethering himself to pursuing excellence simply for the sake of it, because he doesn't know what to do or who to be without pushing himself past every limit humanly possible. neji has never once lived just for himself, and i'm not quite certain that, if asked, he could procure another reason outside of "to better himself" for why he keeps going

[digitalis-obscura]

i think the reason i’m so insane for the motor city machine guns is because i do love a well coordinated tag team

[poognthebrainbois]

GAY VAMPIRES GALORE IN BROOKLYN!!!

this has me in tears

[archiverstappen]

the cat sitter (part 15) ✧ max verstappen

max verstappen x fem! reader

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loosely inspired by the story on how max lost his cat

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author's notes: eden the scammer is back after 2 months guys, so sorry for making you guys wait too long (and giving you guys false hope) 👹 really hope you guys liked this one hehe, i also take additional request for tcs!! (but as you probably know, it's gonna take me 8273 years to finally post it). there are some references from my lando series in this part, so if you're interested you can also check it out 😙 LOVE YOUUUWWW, now i will hibernate for another 5 months 🤸‍♀️

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[sunny44]

Baby fever

Pairing: Mac Verstappen x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: baby fever

Summary: Max gets the baby fever after seeing Y/n with his nephews.

I always knew that my life was destined to follow the straight and fast line of a Formula 1 track. Since I was a child, racing cars were my focus, my passion. The idea of starting a family one day was always there, but it never occupied my thoughts. At least, not until I met Y/n.

From the first time I saw her, I knew she would be the love of my life and the person I wanted to build a future with. But we live life one day at a time, and even though we’ve made plans for the future, it wasn't something we were in a rush to pursue.

My sister Victoria gave birth to little Hailey a few weeks ago, and today we were going to meet her for the first time. She and Y/n have been messaging each other every day since Hailey was born, trying to find the right day for our visit.

When we arrived, Victoria and Thomas were in the living room, visibly tired but radiating happiness. Besides the little baby, they also had my two other nephews, who, though older, still required a lot of attention. I couldn't imagine how exhausted they must be.

We eagerly approached to meet little Hailey.

"You arrived just in time," Victoria said, her voice soft but full of enthusiasm. "She just woke up. Do you want to hold her?"

I was going to hold her first, but seeing Y/n’s eyes shining with emotion and excitement, I quickly gestured for her to go ahead.

Victoria handed Hailey to Y/n, who took her with the utmost care, then sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her for me to sit beside her. Y/n held her for a while before handing the baby to me before she fell asleep so we wouldn’t disturb her.

The light weight in my arms was something incredibly significant for me, even though I had held Luka and Lio many times when they were babies, every time felt like the first.

Hailey, with her big, bright eyes, looked at me with innocent curiosity. She had rosy cheeks and a serene expression, almost as if she were absorbing the world around her for the first time. My heart, accustomed to the fast pace of racing, seemed to slow down in that moment.

Y/n moved closer to me on the couch, gently touching the baby’s arm. "She’s so beautiful, Max."

"She really is." I replied, still surprised by the strength of the emotion washing over me. There was something deeply moving about holding this small human being who was part of my family.

As Hailey moved her hands slightly, almost as if she were trying to hold someone’s finger, I began to imagine what it would be like if that baby was ours. A part of me always believed I was far from being ready to be a father, that my life was too fast-paced to accommodate something so big and important. But in that moment, I felt a shift, something I couldn’t ignore.

"Are you okay, Max?" Y/n asked, noticing the silence that had settled between us.

"Yes," I replied, smiling softly. "I’m just watching her. I'm afraid to speak too loudly and scare her."

She smiled back, but there was a deep understanding in her eyes. Y/n has always been able to read me like no one else, and I knew she understood that I didn’t wanted to share what was on my mind at the moment.

After a few minutes, Thomas entered the room with Luka, my oldest nephew, who immediately ran into Y/n’s arms. They’ve always had a special connection, something I’ve always admired. Seeing the two of them together brought me a quiet joy, something I was beginning to value more each day.

Y/n had disappeared for a little while earlier while I was still holding the baby. When Hailey fell asleep in my arms, I handed her back to my sister, who went to put her in her crib. Tom had just gone to put Lio down for his afternoon nap, and I went to find my girlfriend.

I heard laughter coming from the backyard, where a scene unfolded that made my heart leap once again. Luka was laughing, running around the yard with contagious energy, while Y/n chased him, their laughter mingling in the air in a way that made the world seem lighter.

I stood there for a moment, just watching. There was something deeply familiar about Luka, as if I were looking at a miniature version of myself. It was something we always laughed about because he looked just like me. Y/n was always amazed at how similar we were, saying he could easily pass as my son.

He was the spitting image of the Verstappen family, and seeing him so happy and at ease with Y/n made me think about how she would be as a mother.

I always knew Y/n had a special way with children, but seeing the genuine and joyful connection between her and Luka made something bloom inside me. An idea that, until then, I had kept somewhere distant in my mind.

"She gets along well with him, doesn’t she?" Victoria’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"She really does," I replied, without taking my eyes off the scene in front of me.

"Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?" she asked, smiling as if she had caught me in the act.

"Maybe," I admitted, feeling my face heat up. "I never really thought about it before, but... I think something has changed."

Victoria nodded, understanding without needing more explanations. "Babies have that effect. They make you see the world in a different way. And from what I see, you and Y/n would make great parents."

“Thank you. She would definitely be a great mom,” I said before starting to laugh at their giggles.

The idea hit me with an almost frightening clarity. What once seemed like a distant dream now felt like a real, tangible possibility. I knew my life would never be normal, that the travel, the races, and the constant pressure would always be a part of me. But seeing Y/n laughing with Luka, I realized there was room for something more. For a family. For a future that, until then, I had never dared to imagine.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with soft shades of orange and pink, Y/n approached me, still smiling, her face lit up by the simple happiness of the moment.

"What is it?" she asked, noticing my expression.

"I was just thinking," I replied, gently pulling her closer to me, "that maybe one day... we could have something like this."

“Like?”

“A house with our kids running around.” I said and she looked at me, surprised, but then her smile widened, full of love and understanding.

"You think so?"

"I know so." I said, with a certainty I never thought I would have. "And I can't wait for it."

"I can't wait either," she said, giving me a quick kiss. "Though I find it almost impossible to imagine a child that looks you than Luka. But I’m sure that if our kids look like you and we take Luka and Lio with us they’ll all look like our kids."

I started laughing as Luka continued to play around us, and with the soft sound of the wind filling the space between us, I realized that the dream of having a family, something I never knew I wanted, was becoming clearer. It was a dream I wanted to share with Y/n, a new kind of race that I was eager to begin.

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[itsapmseymour]

I know it’s not usually in my orbit or my content genre.

But After hearing that phone call with Lio Convoy and Hopeless Peaches against Rosa,

I am ready to punch a wall.

At the point I actually wanted to say something publicly,

You do not punch down on people who are clearly unable to defend themselves

You do not gatekeep others trauma and mental conditions

You do not speak for the entirety of one community

Be fucking better.

[geotjwrs]

hey dude! Whenever you get back to writing… I have a request for you. Sabrina Carpenter x Male Reader one where he marries her and they have a baby together. And then they announce it to their families.

almost love

Pairings ; Sabrina Carpenter x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Note ; made this as a part two of short 'n sweet

The sun filtered gently through the curtains of the small chapel, painting the room in soft golden hues. Y/N stood at the altar, his palms sweating, his heart racing faster than it ever had. He could hear the quiet chatter of their closest friends and family behind him, but none of that seemed to matter now. The only thing on his mind was Sabrina.

He still couldn’t believe that they were here—on the brink of forever. His thoughts drifted back to that unforgettable night months ago when he had proposed on stage. Since then, their lives had moved so quickly—planning the wedding, navigating through Sabrina’s hectic schedule, and sneaking in moments of peace where they could. But today was the day. All the chaos, all the whirlwind of emotions, everything had led them to this moment.

Y/N’s best man, one of his closest friends from childhood, Lio nudged him lightly. “You good, man?” he asked with a grin. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Y/N chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “Just… thinking. You know, about everything.”

“You’ve got this. She’s head over heels for you,” Lio reassured him. “Plus, look at this turnout. Everyone is here for you two.”

The small chapel was indeed filled to the brim with people who loved and supported them. Sabrina’s friends from the entertainment world were scattered throughout the rows, blending with Y/N’s family, and friends. It was a beautiful mix of worlds coming together to celebrate their love.

But Y/N barely noticed the crowd. All he could think about was Sabrina—the woman who had turned his life upside down in the best possible way.

The music shifted, and everyone stood, turning toward the doors. The gentle melody of violins played softly in the background as the large wooden doors at the back of the chapel slowly swung open.

And then, there she was.

Sabrina stood framed in the doorway, her white gown cascading down around her like a waterfall of silk. She looked ethereal, glowing with happiness and love. Her eyes locked onto Y/N’s, and in that moment, the whole world seemed to stand still.

His breath caught in his throat. He had seen her in every setting imaginable—dressed up for red carpets, casual at home in sweats, even tired and disheveled after long rehearsals—but today, she was the most beautiful he had ever seen her. Not just because of the dress or the way her hair was styled perfectly. No, it was the way she looked at him. The way her smile lit up the entire room. The way her eyes sparkled with excitement and love.

Her father was at her side, proudly walking her down the aisle. Every step felt like a heartbeat as she moved closer and closer to him.

Y/N felt his throat tighten with emotion, and he had to blink back tears. He hadn���t expected to feel so overwhelmed, but there she was, and all he wanted was to spend the rest of his life making her as happy as she had made him.

Finally, she reached him, her father placing her hand in Y/N’s before stepping aside. The warmth of her touch sent a wave of calm through him, and he smiled down at her, his heart full to bursting.

“You look… wow,” he whispered, unable to find the right words.

Sabrina blushed, her smile shy but radiant. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she teased lightly, squeezing his hand.

The officiant began to speak, guiding them through the ceremony, but all Y/N could focus on was Sabrina—her soft, steady breathing, the way her fingers intertwined with his, the quiet way she mouthed “I love you” when no one else was looking.

They exchanged vows, both their voices trembling with emotion. Y/N’s hands shook slightly as he slipped the ring onto her finger, his heart pounding with the realization that this was it. They were finally getting married.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced, a smile in his voice.

Y/N didn’t waste a second. He leaned in, capturing Sabrina’s lips in a tender kiss that sent a ripple of cheers through the chapel. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just them, standing at the edge of their new life together.

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It was a lazy Sunday morning. The kind of morning where everything moved a little slower, with the sun barely filtering through the blinds and the warmth of the covers making it hard to get out of bed. Y/N lay sprawled across the mattress, still half-asleep, as Sabrina sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the bathroom mirror, absently brushing her hair.

But something wasn’t right. For the past week, she had been feeling strange. Not the usual kind of tired she felt after long rehearsals or performances—this was different. There was an underlying unease in her body, an exhaustion that made her wonder if something more was going on.

“Y/N?” she called softly, turning to face him. He mumbled incoherently, clearly not fully awake.

“Y/N, wake up,” she insisted, louder this time.

He groaned, rubbing his face before rolling over to look at her. His hair was a mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “What’s up?” he asked, his voice groggy.

“I’ve been feeling weird lately,” Sabrina said, biting her lip. “I don’t know… I just—something feels off.”

Y/N blinked a few times, his brain still catching up. “Like, sick weird?”

She hesitated, running a hand through her hair. “Kind of. But not sick, sick. Just… I don’t know how to explain it.”

He sat up a little straighter, now fully awake. “Do you think it’s stress? You’ve been crazy busy with rehearsals lately.”

“That’s what I thought at first, but this feels different,” she murmured, her brow furrowing in thought. “I’ve been so tired, and I feel a little nauseous, but nothing’s coming out.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed with concern, but then something flickered in his expression. “Wait. Have you… taken a test?”

Sabrina’s eyes widened, realization dawning on her face. “You mean… a pregnancy test?”

Y/N nodded slowly, his gaze locking with hers. “Just to be sure.”

Her stomach flipped, and for a moment, she was frozen in place. “I didn’t even think about that,” she whispered, suddenly nervous. “Do you think… I could be?”

Y/N stood up, crossing the room to kneel in front of her. He took her hands gently in his, giving her a soft smile. “There’s only one way to find out.”

They exchanged a glance before Sabrina nodded, her heart racing. She stood up, grabbing her phone from the nightstand and heading toward the bathroom. Y/N followed, standing in the doorway as she rummaged through the cabinet under the sink, eventually pulling out a pregnancy test kit.

The next few minutes felt like an eternity. Sabrina stared at the test on the counter, biting her lip as they waited for the results. Y/N stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close.

“I’m freaking out,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” Y/N said with a soft chuckle. “But we’re in this together, okay? Whatever happens.”

Finally, the timer on Sabrina’s phone went off. She inhaled sharply, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached for the test. Her hand trembled as she turned it over to see the result.

A small plus sign stared back at her.

Sabrina’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her eyes widening as she looked at Y/N. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped open in shock. For a second, neither of them said anything, just staring at each other in disbelief. Then, a slow smile spread across Y/N’s face, and his eyes filled with emotion.

“You’re… we’re… we’re having a baby?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Sabrina nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “Yeah. We’re having a baby.”

Without another word, Y/N pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as the weight of the moment washed over them. They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s embrace, both laughing and crying at the same time.

“I can’t believe it,” Y/N murmured, his lips brushing against her hair. “We’re going to be parents.”

Sabrina pulled back slightly, wiping away her tears as she looked up at him with a grin. “I know. It doesn’t even feel real.”

Y/N smiled, his hand gently caressing her cheek. “You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

“And you’re going to be an amazing dad,” she replied, leaning in to kiss him softly.

After a few moments, Sabrina pulled out her phone again. “I think we need to tell some people.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Are you sure? It’s still so early.”

Sabrina nodded, her excitement bubbling over. “We can tell a few people. Our closest friends. It’s too big of a secret to keep just to ourselves.”

Y/N smiled. “Alright, let’s do it.”

They sat down on the bed, Sabrina scrolling through her contacts as she FaceTimed her first call—her best friend, Joey. The phone rang a few times before Joey picked up, her face appearing on the screen, makeup-free and in pajamas.

“Sabs! What’s up?” she greeted cheerfully. “You look… wait, are you crying?”

Sabrina laughed, wiping her face. “Yeah, but for a good reason. I have something to tell you.”

Joey's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued. “What? What’s going on?”

Sabrina glanced at Y/N, her smile widening. “I’m pregnant.”

Joey's jaw dropped, her eyes going wide. “No freaking way! Are you serious?!”

Sabrina nodded, laughing at her friend’s reaction. “Yeah, we just found out this morning.”

“Oh my God, Sabrina!” Joey practically screamed, her excitement contagious. “I’m so happy for you! You’re going to be the best mom ever!”

Sabrina grinned, her heart swelling with happiness. “Thank you. We’re still kind of in shock, but we’re really excited.”

Joey squealed again, bouncing up and down in her seat. “I’m telling you right now, I’m going to spoil that baby so much. Just wait.”

After a few more minutes of excited chatter with Joey, Sabrina hung up the call, her face glowing with joy. “Alright, who’s next?” she asked, looking at Y/N.

Y/N smirked. “How about we tell Gracie?”

Sabrina’s eyes lit up. “Yes! She’ll flip.”

Sabrina quickly dialed Gracie Abrams, who answered almost immediately. Gracie's face appeared on the screen, her hair pulled back in a messy bun as she sat at a piano.

“Hey, girl!” Gracie greeted. “What’s going on?”

Sabrina couldn’t hold back her grin. “Gracie, I’ve got some news.”

Gracie raised an eyebrow, sensing the excitement. “Oh? Spill!”

“I’m pregnant,” Sabrina said, unable to contain her smile.

Gracie's mouth dropped open, and for a second, she was speechless. Then she let out a loud scream. “NO WAY! SABRINA, SHUT UP! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

Sabrina laughed, nodding. “Yes, I’m serious. We just found out today.”

Gracie looked like she was about to burst from excitement. “Oh my God, I’m so happy for you guys! This is huge! A little mini Sabrina or Y/N running around? I can’t even deal!”

Y/N chuckled, leaning over to wave at the camera. “Yeah, it’s crazy.”

Gracie shook her head, still in shock. “This is amazing. I’m coming over the second that baby is born, I swear.”

After sharing the news with their friends, Sabrina and Y/N spent the rest of the day basking in the warmth and excitement of what was to come. But they both knew there was one more important step to take—their parents had to know. It felt like the final piece of the puzzle, and though they were both nervous, the idea of telling their families made the reality of it all even more thrilling.

Sabrina lay in Y/N’s arms, scrolling through her phone, as they debated which family to call first. “Your parents or mine?” she asked, glancing up at him.

Y/N chuckled softly. “Your mom’s going to flip. I think we should save her for last. Let’s call my parents first.”

Sabrina nodded, agreeing. “Alright, but you’re telling them. I’ll be here for moral support.”

With a deep breath, Y/N grabbed his phone, his heart racing as he dialed his parents’ number. He could already imagine the look on their faces when they found out they were going to be grandparents. The phone rang twice before his mom picked up, her cheerful voice filling the room.

“Hey, honey! How are you and Sabrina?” his mom asked warmly, the familiar sound of clattering dishes in the background.

Y/N exchanged a glance with Sabrina, who smiled encouragingly. “Hey, Mom. We’re good. Actually, we have something to tell you and Dad.”

“Oh?” his mom asked, her tone shifting to curiosity. “What’s going on?”

Y/N’s heart raced, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure how to say it. But then, he looked at Sabrina, her hand resting on her stomach, and the words came easily.

“Mom, Sabrina and I are going to have a baby.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a loud clatter—probably the sound of a dish being dropped. “Wait, what?!” his mom exclaimed. “Did I hear you right? You’re having a baby?!”

Y/N laughed, feeling the excitement bubble up inside him. “Yeah, you heard right. You’re going to be a grandma.”

“Oh my God!” his mom shrieked, her voice growing louder. “Honey, come here! Y/N and Sabrina are having a baby!”

Sabrina chuckled as she heard Y/N’s dad in the background, his voice rising with surprise. “What? No way! Are you serious?”

Y/N grinned, holding the phone a little closer. “Yeah, Dad. We just found out today.”

His mom was still shrieking with joy, and Y/N could hear her running around the house, likely already preparing to tell everyone in the family. His dad’s calmer voice came through next. “We’re so happy for you, son. That’s amazing news.”

Sabrina smiled, resting her head against Y/N’s shoulder. “Thanks, Mr. Y/L/N. We’re really excited.”

“We’ll have to celebrate soon,” his dad said, his tone warm and proud. “You two are going to be amazing parents. And don’t worry, your mom is probably already knitting baby blankets.”

They all laughed, spending the next few minutes talking about how their lives were about to change, his mom going on and on about baby names, baby clothes, and how she would be the “coolest grandma ever.”

After hanging up, Y/N looked at Sabrina with a grin. “One down.”

Sabrina smirked, taking a deep breath. “Alright, my turn. Let’s call my mom.”

She nervously dialed her mom’s number, her leg bouncing slightly as the phone rang. Her mom picked up quickly, her voice cheerful as usual. “Hey, sweetheart! How’s my favorite daughter doing?”

“Hey, Mom,” Sabrina replied, her voice soft. “I’m good. Y/N and I have something important to tell you.”

Her mom’s voice grew curious. “Oh? Is everything okay?”

Sabrina glanced at Y/N before taking a deep breath. “Yeah, everything’s great. Actually, it’s more than great. Mom, I’m… I’m pregnant.”

There was a pause—a much longer pause than Y/N’s parents had given—and Sabrina bit her lip, waiting for the reaction. Finally, her mom let out a loud gasp.

“You’re what?! Sabrina Annlynn Carpenter, are you serious right now?!”

Sabrina laughed, nodding even though her mom couldn’t see her. “Yes, Mom. I’m serious. You’re going to be a grandma.”

Her mom’s voice was shaky, clearly trying to process the news. “I… I can’t believe it! My baby is having a baby!” There was a brief pause before Sabrina could hear her mom calling out to her dad. “Honey, get over here! Sabrina’s pregnant!”

Y/N leaned in, whispering, “I told you she’d freak out.”

Sabrina shot him a playful glare as her dad’s voice came through the line. “Sabrina, is this true? Are we going to be grandparents?”

“Yeah, Dad,” Sabrina said, her voice soft. “We found out this morning.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” her mom said, her voice suddenly emotional. “I’m so happy for you two. You’re going to be such a great mom, and Y/N’s going to be an amazing dad. This is… this is just the best news.”

Sabrina felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, hearing the joy and love in her mom’s voice. “Thanks, Mom. We’re really excited.”

“Excited? I’m ecstatic!” her mom replied, her tone filled with energy. “I’m already planning the baby shower. Oh, we have so much to do! I need to start making calls. Your aunts need to know!”

Sabrina laughed, feeling the warmth of her family’s love wash over her. Her dad’s calmer, more grounded voice came next. “We’re proud of you, Sabrina. You and Y/N are going to make a wonderful family.”

“Thanks, Dad,” she said, her heart full.

After a few more minutes of excited chatter, Sabrina and Y/N hung up the call, both of them feeling lighter and happier than they had all day.

“Well,” Sabrina said, leaning back on the bed, her hand resting on her stomach. “That went better than I thought.”

Y/N chuckled, lying down beside her and pulling her into his arms. “Yeah, we survived. And now, everyone knows.”

Sabrina smiled, snuggling into his chest. “I can’t believe it. We’re going to be parents.”

Y/N kissed the top of her head, his hand gently caressing her belly. “I know. And we’re going to do it together.”

They lay there in comfortable silence, both of them feeling the weight of their future in the best possible way. Their families knew, their friends knew, and soon, they’d be welcoming a new life into the world.

[prettygirlfever]

having a voice kink can be so aggravating especially when ur dom KNOWS you have one . we could be hanging out all casual and he'll say something in that tone and i have to keep my fucking knees from buckling like . what is your problem . why isn't your face buried in my cunt rn

[xiii-e]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ ... I'd like to apologise for how long it took me to get back to you, Z-341-A. I swear, I'm not trying to ignore you- I just... as you might have noticed I'm not like you, or Turt- Thirteen-E. I'm not a combatant. I don't do well in confrontation full stop so- ha... I guess that's something we do have in common.

◂▸ Point being, I shut down easily. I will not use that as an excuse to avoid accountability, though- I can't do that. I mustn't do that. I just- it might take me time, sometimes. But I will not shut you out.

◂▸ I don't think you're being objective about this, I'll be honest. But I can't exactly blame you for that, either.

◂▸ You're not wrong, that a lot of my reasons are pretty self-centered when I read back over all the shit I say, I... I don't know how to explain myself, other than pointing out that Turtie doesn't- oh fucking hell. That Thirteen-e doesn't make themself easy to read. My point being that I don't have a lot to go on, when trying to figure out what they want. It's not like they get much of a chance to think about it, with the bastard schedule they're kept on-

◂▸ Sorry, sorry I'm- I am trying my absolute best not to yell. You're trying to advocate for letting them make their own decisions on whether they want to stay, or not I get that. Usually? For most people? Yeah, I'd agree. That is what I believe in. It's what I did, for Thirteen when... hell. What I'm trying to say is, in the broad strokes yeah don't make people do shit they don't want to. But-

◂▸ crap I don't know how to put this delicately. How is someone meant to make that kind of choice, if they have no idea what anything outside their bindings looks like? How are they supposed to know if it's worth trying for, when every force in their life has been dead fucking set on making sure it'll hurt as much as humanly possible to try? I know you're speaking for experience here, and I can't deny what you're talking about is-

◂▸ it's real. What you've suffered because someone made the choice to liberate you for you, that's real! It's painful! And it wasn't right for Union to deny you everything that made you feel safe, because they couldn't stomach it! It wasn't righ for them to let your people die because they couldn't suck it up and wean you off slowly! And I can't deny it might happen to them as well, RA below do I know how much they struggle when they're just- even so much as forced onto bed rest. I've thought about it a lot since realising how slow all this legal bull would be, I have. But, I- if they don't want to leave, there's jack shit I can do about it. Trust me, I know it all too well. So I have to try and convince them that it's worth trying for. They can't make any choices if they still believe they don't have the capacity to choose.

◂▸ ... I'm- I'm sorry. Again, I don't- I believe you Z-341-A. You're trying to help them, just like I am. You see a lot of your own situation in them- I know they see a lot in you. Like them, you weren't allowed to know anything except the bullshit that became your normal. Of course the familiar feels safe, to both of you. I can... I can understand that, to some extent. That's what I mean, when I say... I don't think you're being objective. I especially don't think your monitering system is being objective, as useful as it's been for you. From what you've said it's entire purpose was to keep you in line, wasn't it? How can you be sure it wasn't just keeping that up, projecting it's attitude onto anyone that strikes it as similar to you and yours?

◂▸ We are peers, in a lot of ways. But I have the dubious privelage of not being under a microscope 24/7, unlike you are. Unlike they are. The only good I can do with that is trying to get through to them; failing that, which hell fucking knows I've been failing that, then maybe I can find someone who can get through to them. It's... it's underhanded, to go behind their back. I swear, I'm not trying to make them be who Thirteen was. It hurts seeing them so withdrawn and tense, sure but- this can't be about me. If that's who they are now... they can be that, away from here.

◂▸ I just... I want them to live, whatever that means. Is that selfish? I don't know, maybe. It feels like it- I've done so much shit I knew I couldn't tell them about, supposedly for them.

◂▸ Oh fucking hell this is becoming a tangent. [Sigh] -Even with... all of that said. I have to admit you're right on something; I've been ignoring the one thing they make clear to me. That's- I have my reasons. I still don't know if I'll be able to break the habit entirely, considering... I'm making excuses, already. They want to be called Thirteen-E. I... I need to at least try. However I feel about it, that's not my choice to make.

◂▸ ... okay. I think that's all. I'm not mad at you, Z-341-A. I need you to know that, alright? You're not in trouble. You can speak your mind. I think it's... good insight, to hear your side of things. Maybe I don't take it very well sure, but- that's my problem, and I'll deal with it. You shouldn't have to feel like you're obliged to keep quiet, just because I don't agree with you. You have your own voice for a reason- use it

//

//DATA COMPILING//

//MESSAGE DECRYPTION COMPLETE//

//COMMUNICATIONS OPENED//

SENDER: Z-341-A

CALLSIGN: ALPHABET SOUP

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Good morning, Helios-8.

I apologize for the message out of the blue, as well as intruding where I do not belong on this issue, but I feel that I must make my case for Thirteen-E in fairness to all parties involved.

I have seen your exchange with Lockbreaker of MSMC-796, what you and Thirteen went through was distressing, what Lockbreaker had gone through equally so. I cannot say that I had not heard about similar things. Flash clones of my line, if they were particularly effective, would have their memories grafted into a new body upon their disposal and would retain the same designation as functionally the same clone (although monitored more closely for psychological fracture). I understand that this is not comparable, that having a very personal relationship to someone this happens to must be distressing, however…

I am advised not to say that it is for the best. That is insensitive. I, instead, want to stress the idea that Thirteen and Thirteen-E are very different people. It’s hard on a clone, to have their memories grafted into a new body, it’s why the clones of my line it happened to had a 64% higher chance of APMS termination post-psychological break. They need stability, familiarity, and while Thirteen may have wanted to break away from the project it seems that Thirteen-E, being a different person, takes comfort in their situation as I do.

I can say from very personal experience how important being allowed to take comfort in the familiar is, even when it is uncomfortable to those around us. From the few times I have spoken to Thirteen-E, it seems that they have a very similar mindset as I do about our respective creations and purposes. While their original creation and training may have failed them, perhaps this time it has not. I feel that it is important to respect Thirteen-E’s wishes as independent from Thirteen’s, and that their wishes may not be something that you would prefer but they are still their wishes. They deserve to have comfort, to be allowed to find that comfort without judgement or urging away from the stability that they require.

I apologize again, it is not my place to speak so freely on this issue, but I feel I must. I enjoy Thirteen-E’s company, and I feel that we are very similar. My assimilation into Union society has so far been… too much, too fast, to the detriment of my health. I understand that people are pursuing what they think is best, but when they disregard the thing they are trying to improve they only end up harming it. I sincerely believe that you and Lockbreaker want what is best for Thirteen-E, but I implore you to listen to them, to hear them even when it isn’t what you wanted to hear. I implore you to respect their wishes as distinct from Thirteen’s.

Please, feel free to contact me or to put Thirteen-E in contact with me when they return from deployment. I would be more than happy to elaborate or explain if anything I have said here does not make sense. I apologize again for my intrusion.

———

//COMMUNICATIONS CLOSED//

@leastinsanesscpilot

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ oh hell, hi Z-341-A: you don't need to apologise, I was a litte caught off guard to see you reach out about this but- ... you raise a point You do raise a point. I- okay I do think we need to talk about this.

◂▸ I've noticed how, when Turtie talks to you (I know, I'm sorry I can't call them by the name they want like I do with you; I hope you understand after... after everything I've confessed) that they lose some of the tension that's usually coiled through them. Their shoulders relax, at least. What you say makes a lot of sense to them, with the way they think about themself. Seems like that's comforting to them.

◂▸ I don't... I can't say I understand it. Both of you have been horrifically mistreated, and that commonality doesn't make either of your cases okay. You- in a lot of ways, you are very similar. The way you talk, how you shy away from the things we ascribe to personhood. Do you know why that's scary, to me?

◂▸ I've already watched this place kill them once, so I know with a visceral certainty that it would kill them again without much of a second thought. Maybe they don't know that, but they've still experienced exactly how bad things can get regardless, yet- they want to stay. Turtie wants to stay. So they can keep doing their job, saving people; it's the most important thing in the world to them. I've tried talking about how it isn't fair to them, how they're expected to work nonstop, expected to give everything and more of themself but-

◂▸ Every time, they close up. Repeat that same line, about how it's their purpose, and it's important work, and they don't feel that strain the same way because they're not designed to. You're right, that they don't want to break away from the Project- and that terrifies me.

◂▸ So- maybe you can tell, but I'm not exactly an objective judge here. I want them to get out of here, and... they don't. But fucking hell I don't think the answer can be to just let them stay? I can't stress enough Z-341-A, they are designed to break down eventually; if they keep working like this, it'll tear them apart. They're holding strong for now, but for how long? A few years, maybe? Am I supposed to just watch them come apart?

◂▸ Yet... I can't write off what you're saying, either. Ever since their case was declared, they've been so tense, looking over their shoulder all the time for a sign someone's monitering them. I'm not allowed to attend any of their interview with the Union team but, every time they come out it's like they've withdrawn as deep as they're able, they clamp down so hard on anything that could even kinda be seen as a break from their programming, and- and RA, that's just the interviews, how much worse could things--

◂▸ [ a quiet wince. a slow, deep breath. In and Out ]

◂▸ Sorry. Sorry, I'm just- worried. Stressed. I thought blowing the whistle would be the hardest thing, not... not the consequences. I don't want to make things any worse. I know you don't either. We're- both of us, are just trying to help.

◂▸ ... I need to get them out. I need to get them out, and I can't do that while they're still adamant about staying, still clinging to the way they've been conditioned. But, I will- I'm taking this under advisement, Z-341-A. I already knew I'd have to move slowly but- I'll be careful. I know better than to try and rip the bandaid off.

◂▸ ...I hate seeing them so scared all the time. I think it might be my fault. But if it works, then- at least they'll be alive to blame me.

◂▸ I'm sorry.

◂▸ Helios-8

//

[enquire]

A bunch of sketches and pen/marker doodles! Had a lot of fun drawing the inkling and octoling Yukis, which made me decide to post some of these other ones too. I don't usually post scraps and what not but I figured, hey why not do a big ol post for fun.

I actually really liked the results in attempting splatoon faces this time. One of my favorite worlds, very iconic art and music. If you haven't heard Splatoon music before, you're missing out.

Another older one. DRA1 Yuki sure looks like he's up to no good. I no longer remember any context that might have existed when I drew it lol

Haru and Yuki from even longer back, a moment captured when I was playing with a friend haha.

More doodles and au stuff below the cut

A sketch from a while back with the yukis again

Messy Yuki and Kinjo (you know I'm a pro artist with those eyes in the corner 😭)

On to some sketches and scraps!

Some httyd au sketches. In which Yuki raises a baby Deathsong. I can only imagine the others needed to be convinced on that one haha. Httyd species are kinda tricky to draw for me still, but dragons in general are a huge sp:in for me, have been pretty much forever, and httyd is close to my heart as well. If you are curious, in this AU, Kinjo has a razorwhip and mekaru's got a monstrous nightmare. Not sure about the rest, maybe someday I'll get into it more. I have considered writing/drawing for some of the other aus in my brain, because aus are very fun, but not until I wrap up some other things.

Speaking of aus, this one was after a Promare rewatch haha. I have a lot of little aus lying around in my brain I guess. If you're curious, Akane, Yuki, and Utsuro were all mad burnish members here, with them being in the same position as Lio, with Gueira and Meis. Meanwhile, Tsurugi's probably aligned with Freeze Force or Burning Rescue, but is actually also secretly a burnish too. Which I'm sure he handles in a very healthy and not self destructive way, ofc. /J

And finally, one last Yuki for the road. I wonder if I'll ever get tired of drawing DRA1 Yuki...? He's pretty much a sp:in now so hopefully not (and probably not). His hair used to be such a pain but at this point it's kinda relaxing, even if I sorta draw it 10 different ways lol.

Side note this is like the most non-pony art I've posted here in ages isn't it? I didn't expect for this to become a blog solely focused on my pony au but I won't lie I'm pretty invested in it at this point, art and story wise.

[ishytori]

Я страшенно лінива людина, тому не відсканувала досі жодного інктоберу Т_Т Тому внесу знову старе.

Ілюстрація до фіку моєї дорогоцінної подруги Ліо. Мисливці намагаються знайти секретний хід в лігво вампірів, про нього знає лише єдина дівчинка, яка втекла з полону і перестала розмовляти. Астольфо викликається з нею поговорити, і Роланд чує їхню розмову:

Роланд знову прислухався — і похолов. Все тим же лагідним, ніжним голосочком Астольфо казав: — Я їх всіх уб'ю, обіцяю. І принесу тобі їхні зуби. Хочеш? Ми можемо зробити тобі з них прикрасу, наприклад, намисто чи підвіску…

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I am terribly lazy person that's why I still didn't scan any inktober art T_T So once again an old art.

This is an illustration to a fic written by my dear friend Lio. Chasseurs try to find a secret passage to the vampire's hideout. Only one girl who has escaped from vampires knows where it is. Still she has stopped to talk. Astolfo volunteered to talk with her, and Roland hears their conversation:

Roland listened again, and his blood turned cold. Astolfo, still speaking with this sweet and tender voice, was saying: ”I'll kill each and every one of them, I promise. And then I'll bring you their teeth. Wouldn't you like that? They're great material for the jewellery, we can make a pendant or a necklace for you..."

[cl0wnwormzz]

Scarlemagne x childhood bestfriend reader!

My boi hugo deserves better 😭😭😭

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR KIPO'S SECOND SEASON

This is highly inspired by the wattpad fanfic “summer storms”! if you want to read a scarlemagne x reader I highly recommend it, and I would support the author :D

Character: Scarlemagne/Hugo

Fandom: Kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

Warnings: mild violence, but come on, it's scarlemagne

GN reader!

fluff with a bit of angst, but again, it's Scarlemagne, I can't help but add some drama to it

These are headcanons, I think, idk 😭

you are the same age as our boi btw!

You grew up in the same burrow as Lio and Song, and when they offered you a visit to a baby mandrill they were working with you were very excited!

The first time you visited him, you sat on the floor and opened your arms, inviting him for a hug. Hugo looked at Song and Lio, as if he was asking for permission. Song laughed softly. “Go ahead, Hugo. They’re friendly,” she says to Hugo. Hugo hesitated a bit, but accepted your hug and snuggled into your lap, feeling safe.

You started visiting Hugo as often as you were allowed, since there were hardly any other 9-year-olds in your burrow, and you liked hanging out with Hugo even though he couldn't speak.

Emilia didn't like the idea of ​​you visiting Hugo at all, but Song and Lio told her that your visits might help him mute faster (they really just wanted our boi to have a friend 😭)

When Hugo first spoke, Lio and Song told you right away even though they knew they probably shouldn't, but they trusted you.

You excitedly went to Hugo's room as soon as you could, and taught him about some random stuff, you were just excited that Hugo could talk to you.

Hugo asked you random things. What your favorite things were, if you were part of the Oak family, and if you had ever been to the surface.

Reading stories about kings and queens became your and Hugo's favorite activity.

When Emilia discovers that Hugo had successfully mutated and that his pheromones could also control minds, she immediately locked him in a glass cage with a treadmill to extract his pheromones and use them herself.

That made you very sad and angry, but you couldn't do anything, you were only 10 years old. Sometimes, you would sneak out at night to see Hugo and talk to him, trying to calm down the horrible situation the poor boy was in.

When the accident at the burrow happened, you started looking for Hugo as soon as you woke up, but you couldn't find him anywhere nearby. After a few days, you slowly began to believe that he was dead, and he thought you were too.

13 years later, at 23, you were still thinking about sweet Hugo and what had become of him. One day you were kidnapped by some strange apes dressed in Victorian-era attire. You heard them mentioning that you would be another noble for Scarlemagne. Scarlemagne? How strange, you had never heard his name. But you had spent years barely communicating with other humans or mutes, so you didn't give it much importance.

When you got to the place where they were taking you, you realized that it was some kind of palace, it was quite nice. There were some humans dressed in Victorian-era clothing dancing around while a Mute was in the center of the room playing the piano quickly, you assumed that was Scarlemagne.

Suddenly, the mute snapped his fingers, and everyone stopped dancing. “We have party crashers… how rude.” He slammed his piano and turned around. As soon as you saw his face, you gasped softly. He was a mandrill. He had a palace, he played the piano, there were too many similarities… Could he be Hugo?

Scarlemagne grabbed some sort of pink perfume bottle and approached you. “They found another human to join my nobles, hmm?” he said, about to spray you with that pink liquid. “W-wait!” you stuttered. Scarlemagne looked at you in annoyance. “By any chance… do you have another name, before scarlemagne…?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

Scarlemagne looked at you in surprise, but quickly returned to normal. “What if that’s true?” He looked at you, a little suspicious of you. “Hugo…” you said quietly. Immediately, Scarlemagne looked at you with eyes that reflected a mix of anger and confusion.

“How do you know that name!?” he shouted at you. “I’m y/n… do you… remember me?” you asked him, sad and scared knowing that the sweet Hugo you knew had become that. “No… it’s impossible, they’re dead!” Scarlemagne sprayed you with the pink perfume. “Stand up and tell me who you are exactly.”

Immediately, you stood up, feeling like you couldn’t control your body. “I’m Y/N. When the accident at the Burrow happened, I tried to look for you for days, but I couldn’t find you and I thought you were dead.” you said. Great, you couldn’t control your words either.

Hearing those words, Scarlemagne was shocked. He had sprayed you with his pheromones, there was no way you were lying to him. Were you really alive? After all these years? Scarlemagne felt guilty. Guilt for not looking for you enough and now for using his mind control on you. “Gerard! Lemieux! Take them to a room until they recover! And for the love of god, take off those ropes, or I will use them to hang BOTH of you.” He yells at the apes who brought you.

Ok, let’s start with the REAL headcanons lmao 😭😭

Scarlemagne doesn't want you to dress like all his nobles. No, no, you're too special for that. Instead, he made a suit/dress for you in your favorite colors! (yes, I have the headcanon that Scarlemagne likes to sew)

Scarlemagne loves to play with your hair and make you hairstyles. It doesn't matter if your hair is short, he manages to make you a cool (or disastrous) hairstyle

Scarlemagne would hug you A LOT to make sure you're real and you're not going to leave him. This big boi has very big abandonment issues, so he's very needy for physical contact.

He likes to play the piano with you. If you don't know how, he would teach you, giving his best to be patient

He would let you name his flamingos. He thinks it's silly, yes, but he likes to see you happy, it reminds him of when you were kids

He would organize small elegant dinners just for the two of you! As serious as it may seem, you would laugh a lot during those dinners, remembering moments from your childhood

He always makes sure you're safe, he wouldn't let you leave the palace without him. But of course, he doesn't want you to get bored. Are you an artist? He gets you the best paints and canvases possible! Do you sing or play a musical instrument? You two would have little music sessions! Do you like nature? He would take you for walks in the gardens, etc

When Kipo arrives at the palace, the three of you could spend HOURS playing the board game Kipo invented and talking about random stuff

If you have nightmares, Scarlemagne would sleep with you

That's all I got for now! Remember to make requests if you want and check out the Summer storms fanfic, it's really good lmao

I'm so sorry for the delay, this was hell to write haha

If you want, I will make a second part that is friends to lovers, when Scarlemagne is in the timbercat village! :D

[serenas-dawnsinger]

Describe your relationship with your mother before and after her mysterious disappearance and reappearance.

Emotion so easily infused the soft shape of the young Dawnsinger's face, her eyes falling with a most tender smile, to be brought back into the memory of a woman she once wished to be. "She...was like the warmth of the sun through a window on a cold morning. Or like a hearth, in the evening. People could not help but want to be near her, want her close, that is what my Elders always said of her before I was born. She made people feel safe, comforted with the softest word. She was a "quiet treasure the House always kept for themselves" - that is how my father said it." A little laugh fled her. "He always said he was lucky to steal the Sun for himself. That always made her fluster, and she'd give him a little whap for it. He liked to make her laugh, so much."

"But when I was born, this was when the Elders said her Fire really bloomed and could no longer be Kept. I had been born very small - that is how she said it, you see, and far sooner in the pregnancy than anyone had expected. They said she'd grown 'mad' in that first year I struggled to breathe, and few really thought I'd make it. But she told me she was a mother angered by the doubt that we could not be allowed to just... be, and she reserved her warmth for me at the expense of everyone else."

Her hands turned inward, touching her fingers lightly at the center of her chest. The soft smile was for a moment, pained, but lost no love. "She had the gift of the Dawn Singers in her, the Living Flame, as my House calls it. I think she said she breathed it into me every night. And so I made it after all, against all the odds. She'd always said I'd become her little sun, her warmth. Her hope. 'Anah'diel', she always called me." Serra lifted her fingers minutely as she offered a translation of the precious Thalassian naming: "Her 'last light'. I was very well loved, I think. My brother too, even if he thinks otherwise now. She just knew he was so much stronger than the both of us. He was father's boy, but he made mother very proud. Lio only tends to remember the times when things went wrong. I'm sorry...I just miss him too. I wish I could..."

Serenas lifted her golden eyes as she peered back up at her questioner, misted over by the cherished recollection, her voice too, gone watery. A most tender plea was silently made to give her the moment to regather her composure - she felt silly to be feel so overcome even with this, but she adored speaking of those she loved, even if it came with a touch of pain. "Me, my mother, we were always very close, from what I remember. She was my mentor, and my mother, my friend in my earliest years - she would rarely let the handmaidens take over for her. Her songs became mine, and she taught me to sing the flame into being since I was very small. Which made the core of the House council very happy, at least, to see tradition passed down to another generation. We were very happy, I think, until..."

Serra's brow knit as her smile drained, recalling the event that shattered Silvermoon and decimated her people. She didn't like to remember the days of that trauma, or feel the guilt again of having somehow survived it, when so, so many had been lost. Anger and resentment meshed tightly with pain - it was what the empath remembered most in the wake of those days, felt like a hateful miasma from fellow survivors who had lost everything, and her shaky, novice healing had not been useful enough. That and the nothing she had left her father, before he was gone. But Serra had been asked about her mother, and the words were easier to come by. Somehow talking about others was always easier than talking about herself.

"When father was lost to us, she changed. The gentleness was there for me and my brother, but for everyone else she....she always seemed like she was fuming on the inside. She was afraid and in pain like the rest of us, but I think I could feel her burn away that fear for me and Lio and use it to fuel an anger, because that is what she felt she needed to survive, and protect us. And sometimes her flame built so hot it would scare me a little...and I think she knew that too. So she left, more and more, especially as the Sunreavers required her more and more. Until...until she did not return."

A steadying breath was taken as Serenas turned away, brushing the wetness that threatened to drop from her lashes from her face in one subtle motion, then threading the same fingers through her long, dark hair that framed her face. Serra faced her company again, though her eyes were for the moment on the garden exit, and the double doors that would lead into the Elysian Sojourn.

"I feel so very lucky to have her back in my life again, and it has only been a little close to two decades that she disappeared, but even in that she's changed so much from what I knew. In name, in demeanor, in...power. I think she struggles to remember how close we were. She won't let me really touch her. And touch used to be so important to us before all...of everything. She's almost a different person than the mother I knew. Like the moon. Or a nebula, like the light in her eyes? Distant. Sometimes her smiles don't feel real?"

The empath pressed her lips together as she looked downward. "Or...maybe it is just life changing us. Maybe I remember what she was when I was so young, and I hold her too close to that." A wry smile slipped to Serra's lips, softly passing her fingers along the ferns edging the garden path near her. "I look at her now and I still see my mother. Just now, she is no longer the sun. She is a different kind of beautiful, a mysterious kind, maybe. And she protects me in her way, without trying to strip me of my freedom. And I love her for that, and I love her now as I always did."

Serenas let her gaze cast across the well tended garden and breathed in its floral scents that touched the air. She felt steady on her feet here in the garden, and that grounding gave her faith. "I have hope we will be close again, in time."

{ @sanguinesorceress - thank you for such a special question. I knew this would be a big one for both Saf and Serra. <3 }