#max is fine lol

[formulanni]

Let the chips fall where they may.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[28ms28]

its been a while since i did lestappen text posts so here you go

all other parts here

[kaiserouo]

he's a nom nom warframe

[luna-loveboop]

I've never done a poll before, so good luck

Who do y'all think Time'll handcuff to him be with for his group in the dungeon? I've seen a lot of people say he will try to control who goes with who since he's scared for their lives rn (valid)

The options are the individual boys, just go with who you think is most likely to be in his group I guess?

Anyways like I said I've never done a poll so it might be messed up or make no sense, should be fun :D

Let me know if this doesn't work. And yes I know it's not well organised.. it's ok. right?

I think that unlike when they split in the Divine Dark Reflections arc, they might try to stay in bigger groups, and I think Time would probably want to have as many close to him as possible (his group have three or four), but I uhh didn't know how to incorporate that.

It's silly, but right now I can't stop imagining a scene where they reach the central room and everyone sprints off into the groups they want before time can argue.

Anyone who goes with legend will survive physically and anyone who goes with four will survive mentally.

[m4xlesbian]

Max Verstappen on the podium after having won the Opening Race of the 2024 season 🌷 Bahrain, March 2024

[cloudysfluffs]

I love the way you drew Sam and Max in your art style! I hope you do more tk art of them (no pressure though draw what you want)

there is nothing id rather draw for you anon!!!! i LOVE making art of these two <3333333333

(dont worry, sam's got a sneaky way of escaping)

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[bobbinalong]

the flash is pissing me off so badly rn

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

[briandraws]

out of context clip from the oc fic I'm working on hehehehe

[c6jpg]

mixed feelings because on one hand damn the mad lads did it on the other hand this is barely gonna do shit in the grand scheme of things with how slowly resin regenerates

[whimsicalcotton]

About "101 quick fluffy/soft/comfort prompts for brief fic snippets" how about 23 and 24 with amberpricefield

ended up setting these both somewhere vaguely in the polluted marrrow universe bc i couldn't help myself. hope that's okay lol

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23: Healing/Nursing Back to Health/Tending Wounds

“It's really not a big deal, y’know.”

Rachel stares down at Max, taking in the gleaming steel of determination that paints her features. 

Max offers only a grumble in reply, apparently unable to be swayed from her work of peeling open another bandage. 

“Nice try, Rach,” Chloe pipes up from beside her. She's got one bandage on her cheek, a couple on her right arm, and several on her left. “But I don't think there's any stopping her at this point.” 

“You, I understand,” Rachel huffs. “The way Trevor tells it, you ate total shit today. I've just got a few paper-cuts.” 

Max wraps another bandage around one of Rachel's fingers with the utmost of focus. “... A few is too much,” she mutters, matter-of-fact. 

“Yeah,” Chloe agrees. “I'm with Max on this one. How did you manage to get so many?”

“I was flipping through my script a lot today,” Rachel whines in return. “I kept forgetting my damn lines, sue me.” 

Max turns Rachel's hand this way and that, keen on scrutinizing every last inch until she's certain she hasn't missed anything. When she's satisfied with one, she moves to the other, well aware that Rachel's being ambidextrous only heightens the possibility of picking up injuries on both. Just as suspected, she finds another little wound attempting to hide from her. 

With that final brightly colored bandage, Max pulls away, sighing. “You have to be more c-careful.”

“Yeah, Rach,” Chloe says, bumping their shoulders together. “You gotta be more careful.” 

“Pretty sure that was directed at you,” Rachel counters, doing nothing to hide her pouting. “You needed, like, twenty. I only have three.”

Chloe opens her mouth to argue but snaps it shut when Max fixes them with a worried sort of glare. Even Rachel falters under its weight.

“Both of you,” Max huffs, brows furrowed. "Please."

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24: Soothing Fear/Panic

“Would it kill the weather guy to get something right for once?” Rachel grumbles, holding her bag closer to her chest and wincing at the sound of the rain splattering against the driveway. 

“Tell me about it,” Chloe huffs, scrambling to jam the keys into the lock and shivering all the while. “Slight chance of drizzle my ass, this is some Noah's Ark shit.” 

When they finally manage to stumble their way through the front door, they share an uneasy glance at the silence that meets them. Rachel struggles to separate herself from Chloe's drenched jacket, double checking to make sure Max's sneakers are still there while she's at it. Chloe hastily shakes her hair out like a dog and scampers off down the hall, not wasting a second calling up the stairs. 

“Max? Hey, Max, we're back. Everything okay?”

Normally, this is about the time when the girl in question would appear at the top of the stairs with that adorably eager expression of hers and greet them with a wave. Today, there's no sight of her. Chloe lets the quiet simmer for another minute or two before her frown deepens and she ventures up into it, Rachel not far behind.  

She finds Max all hunched over herself with her hands over her ears. Eyes screwed shut, muttering in the thin, repetitive cadence that so often indicates a desperate attempt to stave off panic. She doesn't even register when Chloe kneels down by her side. 

Chloe reaches to lay the barest, softest, most barely-there touch she can manage on Max's shoulder, slow and hesitant as she braces for the ensuing flinch. Max, of course, jumps so hard she nearly hits the ceiling, and even after getting a good look at Chloe her eyes are still swirling with unadulterated anxiety. When she pries her hands from her ears, they're shaking. 

“Max, hey, it's okay,” Chloe says, taking the girl's hands in hers and watching the fear in her gaze morph into something more akin to curious anticipation. “You're okay, everything's okay. It's just–” 

Suddenly, everything goes dark. And fuzzy. And blue. 

“Here.”

Chloe catches a glimpse of Rachel's triumphant smirk as she pulls the towel from her face. 

“Dry yourself off a bit first. I don't think your wet dog chic is helping much.” Still attempting to dry her own hair, she turns to face Max. “Sorry about that, by the way. I tried to get her to keep her coat on, but you know how she is.” 

“What was I supposed to do?” Chloe asks in a muffled grumble. “It's not like that thing has a hood anyways. Just as well to let you have it before that damn lumberjack shirt of yours started dripping everywhere.” 

“How dare you bring my sense of fashion into this,” Rachel gasps, putting a hand to her chest in hyperbolic offense. “My flannel need not suffer the wrath of your backfired gallantry.” 

“And Max doesn't need to suffer the headache of translating your Shakespeare talk,” Chloe says, rushing to pull the towel back down around her shoulders. 

But Max doesn't seem like she minds. If anything, it looks like she's calmed down a little just listening to them. Most of that petrified fear has wilted from her expression, though when a particularly strong gust of wind draws the rain to patter hard against the window she starts going rigid again. Chloe moves to sit at her side while Rachel flops herself onto the other end of the bed, both inching as close as they can. 

Max makes quick work of turning to bury her face in Chloe's shoulder. “S’Okay,” she murmurs, letting out a sigh of relief. “Good distraction.” 

“So I've been told,” Rachel replies, with just a touch too much pride. “Always happy to be of service. Oh, and speaking of, I've got a movie for you guys to watch. It's a good one this time, promise.”

“Oh god, no,” Chloe groans, holding Max a little closer and absentmindedly running a hand up and down her arm. “That's what you always say before putting on some absolute fucking garbage.”

Rachel gives Chloe a Cheshire grin. “And is absolute fucking garbage not thoroughly distracting?” 

Feeling Max let out a weak puff of laughter at that, Chloe concedes with a one last gripe. “Fine. But if you put on another one of those shitty knock off High School Musical movies, I will kick your ass.” 

Instead of answering the threat as she usually would — a cocky, blithe, “You wouldn't, you couldn't,” — Rachel stays quiet for a suspiciously long time before speaking up again. “... I plead the fifth.” 

“Jesus, Rach, really? Where do you keep finding these things?” 

Rachel hums in consideration. “Trade secret.” 

“What fucking trade?” Chloe scoffs, a familiar cross between incredulous and exasperated. 

They carry on like that the entire time Rachel is rescuing the DVD from her only half soaked bag and fiddling around with the TV. Bickering back and forth about nothing important, pushing each other's buttons just for fun. Chloe says something about how they're supposed to be calming Max down, and Rachel points out the way she's melted into Chloe's side as a means of claiming victory. 

Unbeknownst to them both, Max is listening on with the biggest smile she can muster, hidden just out of sight as she continues ignoring the rain in favor of their voices.

[sysig]

Challenge level: Impossible (Patreon)

[osarquivosmagnus]

I really miss the early interactions between qcellbit and qmax, they were really funny together

It breaks my heart to know this is probably bc max doesn't really trust cellbit anymore since he infiltrated the federation and took sofia from him (which is 100% understandable. I would, too, be suspicious or hesitant after all that). I saw some people saying this is confirmed on max's end but I don't watch his vods, so Idk

I was just thinking how actually this is true from cellbit's pov as well... I don't think he trusts max as much anymore either :( it started even before he infiltrated the federation, tho, I remember when bbh pulled him aside and said it was pretty weird how max had access to sofia in first place by being gifted something from a figure none of them know or has seen since... and then afterwards with the wedding and now the elections cellbit and him haven't talked much (although everytime they did interact it was hilarious - "father" marrying cellbit and roier or when cellbit became a nurse to help foolish... do surgerie in max's butthole...)

And then after cellbit was infiltrated he had the theory the federation helped him after the codes attacked him just like they did to max (by bringing them to the hospital), I guess that made him even more suspicious of max

Idk. I just miss them.

Also it's hilarious to watch some old roier vods and how cellbit 100% trusted max with everything but was suuuper suspicious of roier and there was even an awkward moment they visited his base and cellbit wouldn't let roier in lmfaoooo to see how they are now married and in love is crazy

[httpiastri]

If mercedes ends up getting max, then where would kimi go???

stay in f2 😁 very good 😁 everyone liked that

[thisismeracing]

good morning I just woke up from a dream where I met lando norris and for some reason he was flirty, followed me from both a burner account and hi ls real account and kept messaging me (?)

[chussyracing]

I was going to complain about carlos overtake on charles but then charles overtake on russel he also kind of pushed russsel outside, no?

yeah, he is good at adaptability like that. saw it twice, did it himself for the third time