#nothing in the rules about max height

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[UNTITLED #063]:

should we talk about the fact that the key to winning this game is to just bring a drone

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last call | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader

a one shot based on the song last call by jamie miller, i highly suggest listening to it 'Cause when it's last call I wanna be your first call I wanna be your ride home You're gonna be my downfall

word count: 7.4k tags/warnings: soft and sweet, alcohol consumption

Max Verstappen was a lot of things.

He was a world champion, for starters. A two-time world champion, a title he carried proudly. He was on his way to claim that title for the third time, but he didn’t let the arrogance or the ease of it get to his head, there was still work to do this season.

He was a son and a brother. He cared about his family more than the media would ever know, always painting him as some sort of villain on and off the track to which it got to the point that Max simply stopped trying to change people’s opinions. His family knew who he was, he didn’t need to make any adjustments for them.

He was a friend, and a damn good one if he said so himself. To be fair, it was difficult to see the mates he grew up with when his job took him around the world and back, but he never forgot his roots. He cherished any time he got to spend with those in his close circle. He had a rule too, no phones. If he was with his friends, nothing on his phone mattered. That was also why he was deemed ‘antisocial’ during any breaks, however long. God forbid he not take any photos of him having a good time to prove he knows how to have a good time.

Last but most certainly not least, on Friday and Saturday nights in Monaco, he was a chauffeur. 

Your chauffeur.

Neither of you were quite sure when this whole arrangement started, but did that really even matter?

Max pulled up alongside the curb of the club and sent you a text. A minute later you came walking out the doors, a grin plastered on your face as you said your goodbyes to your friends. 

As you walked around the front of the car, Max tried to not let his gaze linger on the way your skirt showcased the length of your legs and how in a matter of a seconds you’d be sitting next to him and he’d be thanking his lucky stars he drove a manual so he had a reason to keep his hand off of you.

You climbed into the passenger side of his car, the seat was already adjusted to your height. There was an unopened bottle of water in the cup holder. An artist you listened to was already quietly playing through the speakers. Even if Max didn’t get a heads up that you were going out tonight, he knew what to do when you called him.

He knew that if the seat was pushed back you would complain, jokingly. He knew that you’d ask if he had water somewhere in his car and he knew that you’d ask for help to connect your phone to Bluetooth, if it hadn’t already died. 

And while Max liked that routine, he also liked seeing your face light up when you realised you no longer needed to ask for anything. 

“Hi,” you turned in your chair to face him. You were smiling, but you had been smiling all night. Did you mean any of them in the last few hours? The answer was unknown, but you certainly meant it now. You took one look at Max and you couldn’t help but smile, it was your body’s natural reaction, just like how you turned to face him as soon as you sat down. 

“Fun night?” He asked. He always asked that, but you both knew he didn’t care about what you got up to inside the walls of the nightclub. If he cared, he would have joined you the number of times you politely asked him to when you saw him in passing when you left the flat. But Max just wasn’t a nightclub kind of person. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Yeah, Rina’s a bit of a handful, but it was fun.”

“You stayed out late,” Max pointed out, but not in a type of way you would expect a parent to discipline their kid. It was simply Max calling attention to the time, the same time as always. 

This was a habit you had fallen into, unintentionally. 

Wherever you were, whatever establishment, when their bartenders yelled for last call, you pulled out your phone and called Max. The call for the last round of drinks was your reminder that you needed to go home and luckily, there was someone who would pick you up, every time, without fail. 

It was convenient that you two lived in the same building. It may have been in passing that Max offered for you to ever call him if you needed something, but neither of you expected it to spiral into this. 

He was just being friendly. It was the neighbourly thing to do. 

Which is why you were hesitant the first time you called Max when you needed a ride home. But all of your friends had left you, you lost your credit card somewhere on the dance floor and in your state of mind, you were in no position to try and walk the streets of Monte Carlo alone. 

So you called him, apologising about a dozen times but through the line you heard him get up from bed with a quiet sigh. You heard the jingle of keys and it wasn’t long before you finally heard Max’s car roar to life and he told you he’d be there in ten minutes.

That pattern of sounds became music to your ears before you knew it. The faint grunt as he stood up, the keys twirling around his finger, his car turning on. 

Breath, keys, car. It was clockwork. It was something you pretty much expected at this point when you called him. 

And Max, well Max knew it was pointless to even lay down, but he did on the off chance you didn’t go out. You always went out. 

Max had a good heart. He wanted his friends to be safe and somehow, you had wormed your way into that layer of his life. You were one of his friends. And he would rather you call him every Friday night than have to wake up in the morning and not know if you got home at all.

It was convenient that he was home for the break. He was in Monaco. He could be there for you when you needed him, and he would be.

But that pegged the question, what did you do when he was away? When he was racing? When he was across the globe fighting for championship points, who did you call to pick you up at the end of the night?

Max never asked. In fact, the topic of his job never came up with you. You knew he was a Formula 1 driver, he mentioned it subtly, well he thought it was subtle, it really wasn't. And when you said “Oh yeah, my dad watches that. He likes Josef Newgarden,” Max bit his tongue so as to not tell you that your dad was referring to an IndyCar driver, a completely different series.

You knew very little about the sport. Even with Monaco being the pinnacle track of Formula 1, you never bothered to learn about it or keep up with it. Maybe that’s why Max found it so easy to talk to you in the first place. You never once saw him as a driver. You just saw him as your neighbour and on some nights, your chauffeur. 

So one could imagine his surprise when you brought up his career during that drive home.

“When do you go back?” You asked, slight hesitancy in your tone as this was not a topic you knew well, your vocabulary was limited. “To racing?”

“Two weeks,” Max answered. “It’ll be my home race.”

He pulled up to a red light and glanced at you, instantly recognising that the term home race was not one you were familiar with, but you nodded as though you did. 

“It’s in the Netherlands,” he further clarified. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you were reminded that he was Dutch. 

“That’ll be fun,” you added. 

Why was this awkward? Neither of you were usually ones for small talk. Usually you would get in the car and talk about the characters you saw that you knew he’d get a laugh at. You would be chatting his ear off, that was part of the routine. 

And tonight, you were struggling to fill the silence. Max couldn’t tell why. 

You knew why, however. 

It was because when you were out tonight, your friend Rina was whisked away by someone who asked to dance with her. She blushed, her cheeks and neck turning bright red before saying yes and taking his hand to lead her towards the dance floor.

You watched with amusement, happy for your friend, but there was that sinking feeling of jealousy settling in the pit of your stomach. Granted, the man she was dancing with was not your type. He was tall, too tall, with dark features, an arm of tattoos. Sure he seemed charming and he certainly knew how to dance, but you weren’t jealous he had chosen Rina instead of you.

You were jealous that your friend had someone to dance with. 

And you had been asked a few times by strangers to join them under the lights, but you turned down all of them. They weren’t people you wanted to spend your time with. They didn’t give you butterflies when you thought about the potential of starting something new with a stranger from the club.

No, you got those butterflies when you climbed into the passenger seat of Max’s car. They were faint, they came as fast as they went. They could have been mistaken for nausea if you weren’t certain you only had two drinks tonight.

But they were there.

Which led to your next thought, if Max ever asked you to dance, you’d say yes in a heartbeat. 

And you had been attracted to Max since the first day you saw him, basically, but you kept those feelings to yourself, even as they grew from a physical attraction to more.

Recently, however, they had been getting harder and harder to ignore.

So maybe that’s why you were struggling to move past this silence right now. You were suddenly looking at Max in a very different light. He was your friend, yes, but he had proven time and time again that he would show up for you, that he wouldn’t hesitate to pick you up no matter that hour. None of your other friends made that commitment to you. 

But you would never act on any of it. The thoughts, the feelings. Max had never once hinted that he was interested, he was just nice. He was wholesome, despite what you had heard in the media. He was just looking out for you.

So when he walked you to the door of your flat that evening, you said goodnight like you usually did and you headed inside.

You had no idea that Max lingered in the hallway for a minute, debating with himself whether or not he should knock on your door. He’d done it before, making up some excuse to talk to you for just another few minutes. 

Because the truth was, Max enjoyed the time he spent with you, even if it was limited to those car rides from the club to your apartment complex. He liked not knowing which version of you would climb into the passenger seat. While you were almost always talkative, there were times when all you wanted was a coffee at an ungodly hour. There were times when you were complaining about the people you met. There were times when you couldn’t stop laughing to the point that Max had to pull over because your laughter was angelic and contagious and he wasn’t about to risk getting into an accident because the two of you couldn’t contain yourselves.

Max liked the fact that you always called him at the end of the night. 

For some weird reason, he liked that you were thinking of him. It made him so unbelievably happy to know that when the bartender yelled for ‘last call’ at the end of the night, he was your first call. 

But those phone calls were only ever restricted to Friday and Saturday nights. And only when he was in Monaco. While you didn’t understand Formula 1, you must have followed it a bit to know when he wasn’t home. You never called him during a race weekend. 

Except that one night last year when he was in Austin. It was just after 2am in Monaco, but Max was sitting down and having dinner in his hotel room. For you, it was early Sunday morning. For him it was still Saturday.

And it was because you didn’t recognise the pattern, you didn’t hear the breath, the keys, the car, you instantly knew that this was a weekend where he was away. He was working, racing, whatever he wanted to call it.

“Oh fuck,” you blurted out before Max could say anything. Your exclamation was met with a hefty laugh. He wasn’t annoyed in any means that you had called him while he was away, just a bit surprised is all. 

“I can order you an uber,” He instantly offered. You heard the sound of him shifting on the bed and his voice then echoed as it bounced off the walls of his hotel room, like he turned on the speakerphone, like he was already looking for the app to order you an uber from halfway across the world. 

“I can do that myself,” you argued. 

The line was silent for a moment. You were both thinking the same thing. Why didn’t you just always call an uber? Why did you always rely on Max to drive you home? 

Neither of you voiced that question. You had your own answers, but if they didn’t match up then that would lead to an entirely different conversation, one that you could do without, one that had the risk of ruining whatever sort of pattern you had fallen into.

“You okay? Did you have a fun night?” Max moved on, not wanting to think about how you were probably ordering that car for yourself. If he was in Monaco right now, he’d already be in the elevator down to the parking garage. 

“Yeah, it was good,” your words slurred together. Not enough to alarm Max, but he knew you. He knew that the more you drank, the more honest you were. 

You proved that point about two seconds later.

“Honestly, Jordan’s just fucking annoying,” you sighed. Max could picture you running your hands through your hair, you did that often, but especially when something was eating at you and right now, it was your friend Rina’s boyfriend. Boyfriend? Boy toy? Ex? Max tried to keep up, but there was a new label every week. It’d be easier to stay up to date with your life and the ‘drama’ that circled it if you saw him more than once or twice a weekend, but he wasn’t about to put that thought in your head and potentially scare you off. What you had was fine. The late night calls, the last calls turned first calls was fine.

“What happened now?” Max asked. 

“Well we literally told him not to come out, Rina’s still pissed after what he did last week- oh shit, hang on.”

While you searched for what Max could only assume was a credit card or your lip gloss or something that should have fallen out of your pockets by now, he thought back to what Jordan did last week. 

You sighed heavily into the receiver, “...what was I saying?”

“Rina’s still mad,” Max reminded you. “She hasn’t forgiven him for getting drunk at her parents anniversary dinner?”

You laughed, “God you have a better memory than me. I had to ask Rina why we were giving him the cold shoulder tonight.”

Point for Max. 

Why did this little victory mean so much to him?

“Anyway, he tried to make it up to her tonight by buying all of her drinks but then his card declined like an hour in, who lives in fucking Monte Carlo and can’t afford drinks? He’s a fake, is what he is and Rina deserves so much better. I have a theory he’s-”

“That he's from Nice,” Max finished with his own chuckle. “Want me to hire a P.I. to look into it?”

There was a pause and then a very serious, “Can you actually do that?”

“I could but I was joking,” Max said. He could picture your pouty bottom lip. It was a good thing you weren’t actually with him. He probably would have given in and found a private investigator within an hour. 

“Oh I think my uber- yeah that’s it,” you said, more to yourself than to him as your voice trailed off at the end. “I’m sorry for calling. I knew you were in Austin, I just- I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Max told you. “You don’t ever need to apologise for calling me. You know that if I was home I’d come pick you up, right?”

A faint inhale, one that held so many feelings that your words could never express, “I know.”

“Get home safe, okay?”

“I will,” you assured him. “And good luck today. Or- tomorrow, I guess. I know you’ll kill it.”

This was how Max knew you weren’t keeping up with Formula 1. He had officially claimed his second world championship title last weekend in Japan. He could quite literally sit out of the remaining races and still hold enough points to safely stand at the top of the driver standings. 

But he wasn’t going to tell you that because he knew you’d instantly feel bad for not knowing, for not congratulating him. In your head, the championship fight went until the end of the season and typically it would, but this year was different for Max. 

Max just said thank you and you both hung up. You climbed into the backseat of an uber where there was no water waiting for you and you didn’t dare ask for the driver to play Harry Styles. Max laid back on his bed, pushing his tray of room service aside as he stared up at the hotel ceiling. 

When he returned that following Monday, Max was surprised to see dark blue streamers hanging on the outside of his door. There was a card shoved halfway underneath the door and he opened it up, looking at the delicate handwriting that read ‘heard you’re a world champion or whatever, let me know if you want to celebrate, I don’t mind picking you up for a change’. 

Max laughed as he read the card. It was very you. You didn’t give two shits about the driver championship and Max loved that. He loved that you found reasons to be his friend outside from the fact that he was a Formula 1 driver. You didn’t care that his name came with power, wealth, fame, but you still showed your support with the little you knew about racing. You were a good friend to him.

And that’s what it was. Friendship. Why else would you have written, ‘I don't mind picking you up for a change’? You weren’t offering to celebrate with him, you were offering to be the designated driver after he went out with his group of friends, the friends that did care about his career. 

Max would have gone out and celebrated with you. He would have said yes in a heartbeat, if you asked.

But you didn't. The closest that you came to going out with him was when you politely invited him to join you on your evenings out with your close circle, but Max was an afterthought. You never knocked on his door and invited him out, it was only if you passed him in the hallway or if the elevator doors opened and he was standing on the other side.

And Max said the same thing every time. ‘Nah, you have fun. Let me know if you need a ride home.’ 

Max thought you were just being friendly, neighbourly, but the truth was, you were waiting for the day where he said ‘Yeah, why not?’. 

You never went out of your way to ask him out because of the rejection you had received in passing. How embarrassing would it be if you knocked on his door only to be met with the same rejection? To see the look of pity on his face as the door slowly shut. 

There was a lot of uncertainty when it came to how you saw him or how he saw you and the only thing that was certain, was that you were friends. 

So that’s why Max didn’t knock on your door now and make up some excuse about how you left his lip gloss in his car. He returned to his room and found himself staring up at the ceiling of his flat at 2:30 in the morning, something he had gotten quite used to, until sleep took over as he was thinking about how maybe next time, maybe next Friday, he’ll make a proper move.

But a wrench was thrown into his plans when your name lit up his phone screen a few days later. It wasn’t weird that you were calling him, what he couldn’t understand was why. It was a little after three on a Wednesday. Your conversations, the phone calls, the late night drives, they were confined to weekends.

Max answered though, maybe you left work early and accidentally drank too many sangrias on a patio. He’d pick you up, of course, this was just very unlike your pattern.

He expected to hear the slurring of words. He could understand drunk you enough to piece together what you were saying.

But the sharp inhale through your words, this was new. It was clear you were actively trying to not cry into the phone, trying to hold yourself together but Max heard it as your meek ‘hi’ came through the receiver.

And god did it break him. 

“Where are you?” Max asked, already sliding his shoes on practically sprinting towards the elevator. Of course it was stuck on the main floor. No matter how many times he pressed the button, that steel boxed moved too damn slowly for his own good.

“Horizon,” you sniffed. Max recognized that restaurant. “I’m sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t know who to call. Can you-”

“I’m already on the way.”

It wasn’t far. Max pulled up outside the restaurant in under ten minutes. You were sitting on a bench, dark shades covering your eyes but Max caught the way you raised your hand to wipe your cheeks before climbing into the car. 

He didn’t even think to grab tissues before leaving his flat, but he had a feeling you would just deny them anyway. If he knew anything about you, he knew you weren’t one to cry. You had a very hard exterior, you felt things deeply, but you didn’t cry. Not in front of other people.

“Can we just- I don’t know, can we just drive for a bit?” you kept your gaze on the road in front of you. This wasn’t like you and Max would do anything to see the light in your eyes, to see your bright smile that made getting out of bed at 2 in morning worth it every time.

Max nodded, getting the idea that you didn’t want to talk. Or if you did, it would be on your own accord. You crossed one leg over the other and Max glanced at the beige romper you wore. He didn’t point out the dark red stain on your hem, but you rubbing at it was certainly not going to get it out. He could only assume it was wine? Did you spill wine on yourself at lunch? Who were you even out for lunch with?

And then he noticed you playing with the ring on your middle finger, again this wasn’t like you. You didn’t fidget and if you did, you’d play with the strands of your hair. 

Max had seen you drunk, he’d seen you a few drinks in, he’d seen you sober. 

He’d never seen you so upset over something before, though. The silence in the car was heavy. Whatever was on your mind, he wished there was a way for him to take some of the weight off of you. 

He wasn’t travelling in any particular direction, just aimlessly around Monaco, but after the seconds turned to minutes, Max saw you visibly relax against the seat of his car.

“Do you know what I do?” You asked him, pulling your sunglasses off. 

You both turned your faces towards each other. Faint mascara smudges stained the corner of your eyes. Your cheeks were still rosy, your jaw was clenched in anticipation of the rest of the conversation. This wasn’t the you that Max was used to, but it was a version of you he wanted to get to know. He wanted to know every side of you, even the sides you tried to hide behind sunglasses and spilled wine and choked back tears.

“Job wise?” Max asked for clarification. “Yeah, you’re ah- an environmental consultant? Right?”

You were a little impressed that he knew, but to be fair, you’ve had hundreds of conversations with Max and you weren’t sober for all of them. The discussion of jobs probably slipped your mind.

“I like my job,” you stated.

“Good. That’s important.”

“So why do I feel stuck?”

Max licked his lower lip, “Elaborate.”

“I’ve been doing the same thing since I graduated,” you told him, looking out the window again. Slowly, the Monte Carlo skyline was disappearing into the side mirrors. “And I like it, I do. I like the company I work for. I like the people I work with, but why does it feel like that’s the only thing I have going for me in life right now?”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Max sighed, but if he was being honest, he had no idea. What he knew about you was minimal and it killed him.

You nodded, but it was just out of politeness so as to not argue that he was wrong. 

A few more minutes passed before you inhaled the heaviest breath your lungs could take.

“My sister’s engaged. Rina’s moving to Milan at the end of the summer. My brother travels for a living and I just- I’m not doing anything.”

So that’s what this was about. Max was smart, he could put the pieces together. You talked about your siblings a bit, but you never mentioned your sister getting married before. The way you were looking down at your hand throughout this drive told Max that this late lunch was you meeting your sister so she could announce the good news.

And something as big as that would undoubtedly send someone spiralling, making them question their own life choices, the path they were on. As long as Max has known you, you’ve had the same job, same friends, no partner. 

Your best friend moving was not new either, you had excitedly told Max about her job offer a few weeks back, but maybe it was just sinking in now. Everyone around you was moving onto bigger and better things and you were, as you put it, stuck. 

“I think I need a change of scenery,” you admitted quietly. 

Which was not what Max wanted to hear.

Selfishly, he didn’t want you to leave Monaco. Even though he was the one who was gone so many weeks out of the year for the races, he liked knowing you would always be there when he returned home. That you were just down the hall. 

Before Max could try and talk you out of moving, you reached across the centre console and put your hand over his, the one that rested on the gear stick. This wasn’t the first time you had done this, Max knew you to be a little handsy when you were drinking, but you seemed to be sober this time. 

“I’m sorry for calling you,” you said, even though you really didn’t need to apologise. “I didn’t know who else to call and I just, I needed to breathe.”

Max found comfort in that. 

That he was someone you could clear your head with, that you didn’t need to put on an act around him. In a way, you trusted him. You must have if he was your first call after your sister dropped a bombshell.

When the two of you found your way back to the apartment complex, Max walked you to the door like he always did. Your flushed cheeks had returned to its normal colour. Your eyes no longer looked glossed over. And the smile you gave him seemed genuine.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open and something in Max screamed now or never and before he knew it, he was reaching for your hand to keep you from going inside. He pulled you back to face him and the expression you wore was unreadable. 

Max froze. 

Something that he never did.

He was always calm and collected, always ahead of his thoughts, always knew what to do and when to do it. 

But that was thanks to his training and his training only prepared him for driving at ridiculous speeds and navigating dozens of race tracks and thinking on his feet in tough situations while he sat behind the wheel of an F1 car.

His training didn’t prepare him for how stunned he would feel as he met your eyes, grabbing your attention for the first time outside the safety net of his regular car.

Whatever Max wanted to say, it had now vanished and he had no choice but to rely on the words that he had told you many times before.

“You know you don’t need to apologise for calling me, right?” Max said, his hand falling from yours. 

“I know,” a faint breath of laughter followed your assurance. 

“And for the record-” Max paused. “I don’t think you’re stuck. I think you’re right where you need to be.”

Max’s words stayed with you for the next few days. In fact, they were all you could think about, even when you met Rina Saturday night at your usual spot. She had ordered you a drink, she was a few in herself already and you had barely taken a sip when she brought up the idea of you moving to Milan with her.

You almost spit out the cocktail, “I- what? Move with you? Rina, my job’s here.”

“Yeah but you’re so experienced, I’m sure you could find another one in Milan,” Rina stuck out her lower lip. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do without my best friend.”

While you might have contemplated moving a few days ago, you weren’t sure you were really ready to leave Monaco. This was your home, you loved it here. Despite what you said to Max about feeling stuck, his words were burned into your mind.

You weren’t stuck. You had no reason to leave. You wanted to be here. 

You just had a momentary lapse of judgement. 

“I’m not moving, Rina,” you sighed, connecting your hand with hers. “But I’ll visit and you can too. I’m still your best friend, even if we’re in different countries.”

She knew better than to plead her case any more, deciding that spending the night drinking and dancing was more fun than thinking about her upcoming move. 

And before you knew it, the DJ made an announcement for the last call at the bar and you were pulling out your phone to call Max.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?” Rina said, or rather, yelled, as the music was still blaring. She saw his contact on your screen, she saw the way the corner of your lips were pulled upwards when you thought about being with him shortly. 

“Because I don’t feel anything,” you shouted back. It was a lie. A bold faced lie that your friend saw right through but didn’t push you any more on it. 

She walked with you to the curb. Max rolled down the window and waved to her, offering her a ride as well. But Rina denied it, she knew this was your time to be with Max. 

“Get home safe, I love you,” you called out, hand gripping the handle of the passenger side door. Rina blew you a kiss and then you climbed in. 

Max reached into the backseat and grabbed the bottle of water he had tossed there when he left his apartment. He waited until taking a sip before asking if you had a fun night.

“Yeah, Rina asked me to move to Milan with her,” you answered, wiping the corner of your mouth. You looked at Max expectantly, trying to gauge what his answer would be. Surely the man who told you that you were in the right place wasn’t going to encourage you to move.

Max just hummed and put the car into drive. He waited until you were a few minutes away from the club to say anything, as if seeing Rina standing on the sidewalk in the rearview mirror was somehow going to make this conversation harder.

“What did you-” Max stopped himself and chose something else to say, “You’re not moving, though. Right?”

And then you saw it. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concern. The way his hand clenched over the gear lever. The way his jaw tightened as he fought with himself before asking if you were in fact leaving.

Max didn’t want you to go. 

That thought alone made your stomach turn in knots, but not the kind you felt when you were sick. You were most definitely not sick, you could have been floating on cloud 9 when you realised Max wanted you to stay in Monaco.

“Are you kidding?” You retorted, feeling a burst of confidence. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you had been drunk before and never once tried flirting. No time like the present. “Think of how inconvenient it would be for you to drive to Milan every time I go clubbing.”

Max chuckled, his features softening as the lines around his lips made an appearance. God you loved his smile. 

“Oh so you’re staying for my sake? Well that’s- that’s really kind of you. Thank you.”

He stopped at a red light and turned to you. The heavy weight that was lingering on his shoulders when you mentioned moving had disappeared instantly. You weren’t going anywhere. You would still be here when Max returned from his races. You’d be here during the break. You’d be here, calling his phone on those Friday and Saturday nights when you needed a ride home.

“Can I ask you something?” Max spoke quietly, waiting until you nodded before getting something off his mind that had been there since this whole driving arrangement started. “Who do you call when I’m not in Monaco?”

Your smile was soft as the corner of your lips were tugged upwards. Max, if he wanted to, could have convinced himself it was the alcohol that caused you to be all smiley, but he also wanted to believe he had something to do with it. 

Dropping your gaze for a moment, you parted your lips, closed them again, and then took a breath as Max waited for your response.

“Max, I don’t go out when you’re not in Monaco.”

He was thinking he didn’t hear you correctly. Maybe you said you called some guy named Marco. That made more sense. You called a back-up rather than put your evening social life on pause while he was away.

He needed clarification, “What?”

You laughed this time, looking out the windshield. The traffic light was still red, but Max didn’t need to rely on the soft glow of the street light to make out the shade of pink that was climbing up your neck and cheeks.

“I don’t go out clubbing when you’re not in Monaco,” you repeated. He had heard you correctly.

Max wasn’t sure what to think. 

He felt like an idiot, for starters. If he had known you wanted to see him, to spend time with him, he would have put an effort in to join you during your nights out. Or better yet, maybe he would have asked you on a date. 

But he was clueless. He didn’t know that you relied on those calls at the end of the night because you were too shy to actually ask him out like a normal person would. You were too afraid of stepping outside of this pattern you both fell into because what if it didn’t work out?

Now it was all out in the open. The only reason you went out as much as you did when he was home was because you used it as an excuse to call him, to see him. 

The blaring of a horn from the car behind him caused Max to shift gears, quite literally and metaphorically. He took off, having missed the light turn green, and his attention went back to the road. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look at you, he did. He very much wanted to continue this conversation but he was at a loss for words. 

The silence only grew during the drive back to your building. In the corner of his eye, he could see you shifting in the seat. You kept turning your phone on and off, hoping there would be texts to distract you from this hush that had fallen over the car. You were overthinking everything now, did you say the wrong thing? Would it have been better if you didn’t say anything?

Max too was overthinking everything. Had he misread signs you had tried to give him? Was he now making things worse by not acknowledging what you had said? With each passing second, it became more and more unbearable as you sat in anticipation for what sort of conversation was going to come next.

When Max finally pulled into the parking garage underneath the building, you couldn’t have reached for the door handle faster. You wanted to go inside, to forget you had said anything. God you even debated deleting his number from your phone so you didn’t risk calling him again the next time you went out.

But Max was quick too. 

He knew he had to do something to make up for how painful this car ride was, something that showed you he was on the same page as you, that he too looked forward to the moments he was home just so he could wait for your phone call.

He stepped out of the car when you did, walking around the front instead of heading towards the elevator. You kept your eyes down, planning on just walking right past him, and you would have, had Max not grabbed hold of your hand and pulled you into his body.

His fingers moved from your hand to your waist as his other hand cupped the side of your face and you finally looked at him for the first time since you got into the car. 

Now it was your turn to be at a loss for words, but that didn’t matter anyway. It wasn’t like you had time to say anything before Max took that leap, crossed the line, and pressed his lips to yours. 

And it was everything you had been waiting for. 

Max leaned against the hood of his car as you slid your hand up his shirt, grabbing the thin material as you wasted no time in kissing him back. His mouth was tender and soft as it moved against yours, both of you feeling the same intensity that had been building up for weeks, maybe even months now. 

It took everything in Max to not drag you back into the car and pull you on his lap in the driver's seat, an image that he had painted in his head a while ago. Instead, his grip on your waist just tightened, holding you against his chest the way he had been wanting to for a while now.

Your nose brushed against his when you pulled back, your gaze lingered on his lips before finally darting upwards. 

The parking garage was quiet, there was a low hum that came from the pipes above you. The overhead lights did nothing to set any sort of mood, but you couldn’t imagine a better place to share a first kiss with Max.

You weren’t in the safety of his car, a place that had become so comfortable to you. By waiting until you stepped out, by stopping you from walking to the elevator, Max was showing you that this was something he wanted and he wanted it when the car ride was over. He wanted it before you called him, before you went out for the night, before the weekend even started. 

He relaxed against the hood of his car, both of you sharing similar looks of serenity. There was no more confusion, no more wavering uncertainty. 

His fingers brushed through your hair before bringing your lips to his once more. 

And then there it was, that smile of yours that made getting into his car two in the morning so fucking worth it.

“What are you doing next weekend?” Max asked. He now knew the answer wouldn’t be going out with friends, that was reserved for when he was home.

You shrugged, “I’m not sure, why?”

“Well you said you wanted a change of scenery, right?” Max recalled your conversation from earlier this week. “How about the Netherlands?”

“You want me to come to a race?” You were probably the last person who should be invited to a Grand Prix and Max knew this, he even laughed at your doubtful response. 

“I really do,” he said. 

“I don’t know anything about Formula 1.”

Max rubbed his thumb over your side, the simple gesture was enough to have your body curving against his once more. 

“I have all of next week to give you a crash course,” he pointed out. “If you’re interested.” 

And of course you were. There’s nothing else you wanted more than to spend your evenings with Max, to learn more about his career, to learn about him. When your lips curved upwards into another smile, Max knew you were on board. 

“Okay,” you nodded slightly. “On one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You go out with me the next weekend you’re in Monaco.”

Max dipped his head back and laughed. You rested your hand at the nape of his neck, pulling his face back to yours. 

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are,” he chuckled. “And I will, but we’ll be leaving before last call.”

“That’s fine with me as long as you still take me home,” you pressed your lips together tightly, trying to contain your eagerness for the night that was still far in the future. Max brushed his thumb over your lower lip. He too was thinking ahead. 

Not just to that upcoming weekend, but every weekend after and all of the days inbetween. 

Coming home to Monaco was always something he looked forward to, but now he had even more of a reason to anticipate the breaks between races. You two didn’t have to wait until a Friday evening to see each other anymore. 

He didn’t have to be your first call at the end of the night, but you both knew he still would be, and so much more. 

He’d be your first call when you got home from work and you’d be his when he landed in a new country. You’d be the first person to call him after watching his winning performance of a race and likewise, you’d be the first person he wanted to talk to, the first person he wanted to celebrate with.

There’d be a lot of firsts moving forward, but you didn’t need to wait until last call anymore. 

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this was mostly for @tsarinablogs and @estevries

[daethvalley-sims]

ARCANA LEGACY CHALLENGE

Hello!! I started putting this challenge together back in March when I played Persona 3 Reload and made that my entire personality for a while. I'm a master procrastinator so I didn't get much down at first other than a vague outline but I'm SOOOO glad I waited because the Lovestruck and Life & Death packs have added SO MUCH to this challenge. Really it was the release of Life & Death and the tarot theme of the pack that inspired me to come back to this and it ends the challenge so nicely. I'm obsessed.

This is a 14 generation legacy challenge with each gen representing one of the first 14 of the 22 major arcana cards, beginning with The Fool and ending your journey with Death.

Anyway... below's the rules. If you play this I'd really love to see so please tag me here or on bluesky (daethvalley.bsky.social) !!

Updates:

8/12/2024: The Fool can now get jobs to be able to complete the Renaissance Sim aspiration.

Generation 0: The Fool

Young and vulnerable, you have not yet experienced any of life’s challenges, and thus embrace all that lies ahead without fear or worry.

Your founder will begin as a Young Adult with §0 and nothing to their name besides the clothes they’re wearing and the companion at their side. Representing the start of your journey, the Fool generation will lay the foundations of hopefully a long standing and successful legacy. 

Generation Rules: 

Create a new Sim. The only limitations are that they must have the Kleptomaniac, Goofball and Cat/Dog Lover traits and the Chief of Mischief aspiration. Their gender, appearance, likes/dislikes and turn ons/offs are all up to you. If you choose to download a Sim from the gallery, they must be a blank slate with no skills, milestones, or achievements. 

Your sim must start the game with or adopt a fluffy companion - Cat or Dog is up to you (a Dog is suggested) and the corresponding Cat/Dog Lover trait. 

Move into an empty lot. The location is up to you (you’ll only spend one generation here) and once moved in, cheat your money down to §0.

There are no rules about how you make or spend money other than you must never reach higher than level 3 in a career. 

Complete the Chief of Mischief aspiration. 

Complete the Renaissance Sim aspiration. 

Purchase the Brave trait from the Rewards Store (8,000 satisfaction points)

Have at least one child (this is a legacy after all!) and have the best relationship with them. 

Marriage is optional but only after completing your aspirations. 

Swipe an object every time you leave your home lot.

Master at least one instrument.

The Fool embraces anything and everything that life throws at them. Accept all self discovery moments. 

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Goofball, Cat/Dog Lover

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief AND Renaissance Sim 

Max skills: Mischief, one instrument. 

Career: Various

Generation 1: The Magician

Raised by the Fool, you see the potential of the world laid ahead of you. You feel a spiritual calling to the Magic Realm and determination to do whatever it takes to master its sacred power. 

Generation Rules:

Leave home as a teen and move to Glimmerbrook and become a Spellcaster via completing the Rite of Ascension ritual at the magic realm. 

Drop out of high school to focus on your magical studies.

Complete the Spellcaster skill tree and become a magical Virtuoso.

Have at least one child with one of the Sages (don’t move in with them as they will lose Sage status). 

Never marry.

Embrace the power of crystals and master Gemology to manipulate your abilities and moods.

Complete both your chosen Spellcaster aspiration and Crystal Crafter.

Traits:  Childish, Creative, Self-Assured

Character values: Irresponsible

Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery OR Purveyor of Potions, Crystal Crafter

Max skills: Gemology

Career: Freelance: sell your crystal creations! 

Generation 2: The High Priestess

Your parent, the Magician, achieved the greatest heights of the Magic Realm. Inheriting the intuition and knowledge of a Sage you seek enlightenment: serenity, acceptance, and a peaceful life. 

Generation Rules: 

Leave Glimmerbrook and move somewhere peaceful. 

Don’t contact your parents after you leave - they’re in another realm! 

Start afresh: Complete the Inner Peace aspiration and gain a clear perspective. 

Get married and have at least one child with any sim. 

At least one child must be born a Spellcaster, that is your heir. 

Coach and guide others to achieve enlightenment as you have by completing the Zen Guru aspiration. 

Remain a Spellcaster but never use your abilities. 

Never use any Mean or Mischief interactions.

Traits: Proper, Neat, Squeamish

Character values: Emotional Control

Aspiration: Inner Peace AND Zen Guru

Max skills: Wellness

Career: Any 

Generation 3: The Empress

You are a 3rd generation Spellcaster, not that you’ve ever had a connection to the Magic Realm. Still, your strong magical bloodline connects you to the elements and the natural world. You bring life - a large, happy family and a flourishing garden. 

Generation Rules:

Complete your childhood aspiration (you choose which!) 

Never use your Spellcaster abilities.

Move to Henford-On-Bagley and embrace the simple way of living. Your home must have the Simple Living lot trait applied.

Grow your own food, and keep farm animals for milk, eggs, and wool. 

Get married to any sim. 

Complete the Freelance Botanist aspiration.

Progress through the Big Happy Family aspiration up to Loving Guardian. 

Have at least 3 children. 

Any child not born as a Spellcaster is eligible to be heir.

Traits: Family Oriented, Generous, Loves Outdoors

Character values: Compassionate

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist AND Big Happy Family (up to Loving Guardian level)

Optional university degree: Biology

Max skills: Gardening, Parenting

Career: PhD of Pollen (Gardener - Botanist branch) 

Generation 4: The Emperor

The magical abilities that ran through your family lineage have been lost. You are left with a natural born ability to lead and easily gain the respect of those around you. With strong family values instilled upon you from an early age, you respect authority, and command the same in return. A figure of strength to many, it’s up to you to solve the mystery surrounding the small desert town you moved to after joining the military. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Playtime Captain childhood aspiration. 

Complete the Leader of the Pack aspiration while in high school.

Early graduation is allowed if Leader of the Pack aspiration completed. 

Do not attend university. 

Move to Strangerville immediately after high school graduation and join the Military career. 

Fall in love with a local and get married before fighting the final boss - you never know what could happen. 

Solve the Strangerville Mystery and become a local hero! 

Have at least 2 children. 

Be a diligent parent - all children must gain the Top-Notch Infant/ Toddler traits, have a strict family dynamic, and they all must gain at least 2 positive character value traits. Any child with the Responsible trait is eligible to be heir. 

Purchase the Mentor trait from the rewards store and mentor your heir in Charisma. 

Traits: Hot Headed, Glutton, Insider

Character values: Mediator

Aspiration: Leader of the Pack AND Strangerville Mystery

Max skills: Fitness, Charisma

Career: Grand Marshal (Military - Officer branch) 

Generation 5: The Hierophant

Your parent taught you absolutely everything you’d need to know, and as a result you’ve grown into an equally diligent sim. Drawn to knowledge over strength, you studied hard and under the mentorship of your parent, became a master orator. Beloved by all, it was inevitable you’d be voted in as the National Leader. However, romance wasn’t something that interested you, and your work responsibilities left you little time for the one child you did have. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Admired Icon aspiration while in high school. 

Attend university and complete a Distinguished Degree in History. 

Join the Debate Guild at UBrite and reach Level 3.

Max Research & Debate skill before graduating university. 

Move to San Myshuno and join the Politician career. 

Work from home and complete the active work tasks at least twice per week. 

Never have woohoo or a romantic relationship.

Have one child only, either through adoption, science baby, or alien abduction. 

Have a full staff - nanny, maid, chef, gardener (if applicable). They will raise your child. 

Live in a Penthouse by the end of the generation. 

Achieve the Wise trait if played until Elder. 

Be acquaintances only with your child. 

Traits: Ambitious, Outgoing, Unflirty

Character values: Responsible

Aspiration: Admired Icon AND Friend of the World

Max skills: Charisma, Research & Debate

Career: National Leader (Politician - Politician branch) 

Generation 6: The Lovers

You lacked attention as a child, and as an adult crave affection more than anything. Where better to find it than the City of Love itself? Your rich, sheltered upbringing has left you naive and sadly you had to kiss a few frogs before you found your prince.

Generation Rules: 

Perform averagely in school.

Do not attend university.

Move to Ciudad Enamorada as a Young Adult.

Join the Barista career.

Have a toxic relationship with a bad/ awful compatibility sim. Get engaged but NOT married.

Leave your toxic ex and explore your options by completing the Paragon Partner aspiration.

Quit your job as a Barista and join the Romance Consultant career.

Meet The One and complete the Soulmate aspiration.

Have at least one child. 

Be a loving but ineffective parent - never use discipline.

Any child with the Irresponsible trait is eligible to be heir.

Traits: Lovebug, High Maintenance, Jealous

Character values: Uncontrolled Emotions

Aspiration: Paragon Partner AND Soulmate

Max skills: Romance

Career: Certified Dating Specialist (Romance Consultant - Matchmaker branch) 

Generation 7: The Chariot

Your parents loved you, but you were still left to find your own way. You were a daredevil child and carried your bravery and willpower into adulthood, determined to achieve a feat no sim had managed before. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Mind and Body aspiration as a child. 

Complete the Live Fast aspiration as a teen. 

Move to Mt Komorebi and take up Rock Climbing AND either Snowboarding or Skiing. 

Complete the Extreme Sports Enthusiast aspiration.

Lead a mountain excursion (solo or with another sim) and reach the peak of Mt Komorebi. 

Staying in Mt Komorebi after completing the excursion is optional!

Only join a career after completing the Mt Komorebi excursion. Part time jobs are ok before that. 

Marriage is optional.

Have at least one child - your heir must grow up with the Responsible and Mediator traits. 

Traits: Self Assured, Adventurous, Practice Makes Perfect

Character values: Irresponsible

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast

Max skills: Fitness, Rock Climbing

Career: Any (after generational goals achieved) 

Generation 8: Justice

Your parent was reckless, but you admired their tenacity and strength of mind. You grew up brilliant in the more conventional way, committed to earning the highest grades and learning everything you could. More importantly, your strong sense of right and wrong led you down the path of seeking justice. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Whiz Kid childhood aspiration.

Complete the Goal Oriented teen aspiration. 

Join the Chess Team after school activity and become Captain. 

Maintain the highest grades and study hard to ace your exams so you graduate as Valedictorian - this means NO early graduation. 

Learn skills through reading books and studying where possible. 

Attend university and complete a Distinguished Degree in History.

Complete the Academic aspiration while at university.

Tutor other students twice per week.

Write and publish research papers. 

Join the Law career - Judge branch after graduation.

Get married to your first relationship. 

Have two children with a negative relationship - one Genius (they will be heir) and one with the Outgoing trait. 

Have high expectations for your children - discipline them often and have a strict family dynamic, but always help them with homework, school projects etc. 

Adopt a dog. 

Traits: Bookworm, Overachiever, Loyal

Character values: Responsible and Mediator

Aspiration: Academic

Max skills: Logic, Research & Debate 

Career: Chief of Justice (Law - Judge Branch)

Generation 9: The Hermit

Your parents had high expectations for you and your sibling, who couldn’t be more different from you. You were a born Genius while they excelled socially, and you often felt as if you were in competition with eachother. As a teen you retreated further inside yourself and preferred the company of your family dog to spending time with other sims. You spent your time learning everything you could about computers and gaming, and eventually made a living from your bedroom. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Whiz Kid aspiration as a Child. 

Have a negative relationship with your sibling. 

Attend high school but only to study. 

Only befriend other Loner sims. 

Spend most of your time in your bedroom - you’ll need a computer in there! 

Reach level 5 of the Tech Guru career before becoming a Freelance Programmer.

Complete the Computer Whiz aspiration. 

Earn money through video gaming tournaments, hacking, and making apps & video games. 

Your relationship must be online only - never meet them in person (if you choose to have one).

Never move out of your parents house. 

Have at least one child. Be creative with how you get one, it’s still a legacy after all! 

Your parents will raise your child. 

Traits: Genius, Loner, Geek

Character values: Argumentative

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Max skills: Video Gaming, Programming

Career: Project Manager (Tech Guru)

Generation 10: Wheel of Fortune

You were raised by loving grandparents, but you felt a bit abandoned by your parent that hardly saw you. You wanted to rebel against the life your grandparents laid out for you and in the spirit of the founder of your family, the Fool, you embraced everything that came your way. With a belief in destiny and sheer good luck, you moved forward without a plan and trusted that everything would work out in your favour. 

Generation Rules: 

Anything could happen!

Have your grandparents help you get the Top Notch Infant and Top Notch Toddler traits.

As a Child, choose and complete the aspiration that best fits your randomised trait. 

As a Teen, we’ll use the https://simsrandom.com/ random legacy generator to set the rules for this generation. 

Stick to what the randomiser gives you unless you don’t have the packs, in which case you can re-roll. 

Traits must be randomised when your sim ages up, and can’t be changed. 

Age up to Young Adult with a character value that suits your path.

Select an aspiration that suits your randomised career/ hobbies. 

Reach the top of your Primary Career.

Complete the Generational Goal. If it’s something you’ve already done in this legacy (i.e. the Strangerville Mystery) you can re-roll. 

Miscellaneous Fun must be followed. 

Max 1-2 skills that align with your sim’s goals. 

Traits: Random!

Character values: Random!!

Aspiration: Random!!!

Max skills: Random!!!!

Generation 11: Strength

The legend of your great-great-great grandparent being the first sim to reach the peak of Mt Komorebi inspires you. You come from a line of masters in their field and you aspire to live up to the greatness of your ancestors in the only way you know how - you are determined to push your body to its limits and perfect your physique, and nothing else is important to you. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Rambunctious Scamp aspiration as a Child.  

Join the Football Team as a Teen and become captain. 

University is optional.

Befriend other Bros and lead a club practising physical activity.

Drink protein shakes every day! 

Complete the Bodybuilder aspiration. 

Join the Athletic career and reach level 10 in the Bodybuilder branch. 

You can have relationships but never marry. 

Have a one night stand resulting in a child and raise them as a single parent. 

Have a permissive relationship dynamic with your child. 

Traits: Active, Bro, Self-Absorbed

Character values: Insensitive

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Max skills: Fitness

Career: Mr./ Ms. Solar System (Athletic - Bodybuilder branch)

Generation 12: The Hanged Man

The idea that your family is born from magic feels like a distant dream. Your parent was so self-absorbed that they never saw the truth. Spellcasters don’t exist, not for generations anyway. Any magical connection to the earth has been long lost.  Instead of striving for greatness, can’t you just be normal? A normal life, a normal job. Of course you have aspirations - they’re just not realistic right now. 

Generation Rules: 

Maintain a B grade through Grade school and High school. 

Don’t complete your Child or Teen aspirations. 

University is optional but you can’t do a Distinguished Degree. 

Keep a Private Journal as a Teen. 

Have the Beach Life aspiration but never start it. 

Never travel outside of the world you live in. 

Join the Salaryperson career and become Head of Department (Supervisor branch).

Gain the Workaholic lifestyle. 

Write many books on your family history but never publish any. Put them in a keepsake box.

Marry a sim with Bad or Awful compatibility. 

Have at least one child. 

Fight Father Winter and ask him for proof of his powers. 

Traits: Gloomy, Noncommittal, Skeptical

Character values: Responsible

Aspiration: Beach Life (never complete this) 

Max skills: Writing, Logic 

Career: Head of Department (Salaryperson - Supervisor branch)

Generation 13: Death

There has to be more out there than your parent had you believe. You’d read their unpublished novels on your family’s legend and knew it was up to you to seek the answers and return to the magic your ancestors were born from. You left everything behind and travelled alone to the town under a permanent autumn. It was here you found your answers, and your end. 

Generation Rules: 

Complete the Artistic Prodigy aspiration as a Child. 

Don’t go to university- you’ve got better things to do. 

Move to Ravenwood as a Young Adult. 

Get involved in the community and complete all the favours for the Order of Lenore. 

Complete the Ravenwood tarot deck. 

Write a bucket list and work towards it but don’t complete it. 

Complete the Ghost Historian aspiration and befriend many ghosts. 

Never marry or have children.

Be the only sim in your household when you die (you can have pets). 

Meet an untimely end - die before you become an Elder.

Traits: Macabre, Music Lover, Chased by Death

Character values: Good Manners

Aspiration: Ghost Historian

Max skills: Writing, Thanatology

Career: Publish your history books! 

Mini Generation: Temperance

That can’t be… it? You were so young, and you were so busy searching for your answers you never did everything you wanted to do. Fourteen generations and it ends here. However, death had taken a special interest in you, and offers you the chance to address your unfinished business before you move on. 

Generation Rules: 

Attend your own funeral.

Achieve your unfinished business and complete your Soul’s Journey to earn the Burning Soul trait. 

Head to Mourningvale on the day of the Thinned Festiveil and be reborn in the Baleful Bog. 

With the knowledge of 14 generations behind you, you are reborn as The Fool, and the cycle is completed.

[howtofightwrite]

I have read your post about how size doesn't really matter if the two fighters are equally trained, but I wanted to ask if the same holds true in an armed fight? Like sword fights and the like? Sorry if this has been asked before, or if it is not your specific area of expertise. Thank you!!!!

I'm pretty sure we've covered this before but I'll go again.

The way you've phrased it is a little vague, and the answers are different.

If you're asking about to fighters with roughly equivalent gear, then, no, their size and weight won't matter that much. If you have a thirty-six inch razor blade, and your opponent has a thirty-six inch razor blade, it doesn't really matter if you're an inch taller. Hell, at that point, it really doesn't even matter much if you're a foot taller, yes that means your effective reach is going to be a little longer (about 6.2 inches in this case.) But, the difference between being able to take a swipe at someone standing seventy-eight inches away from you, versus being limited to a mere seventy-two inches, isn't a huge deal. Now, that extra six inches of reach isn't nothing (and, realistically, those numbers will be a little lower overall (I'm halving average arm/span, and assuming they're six and seven feet tall, which does result in one abnormally high number. When you start looking at more nominal height ranges, like 5'7 vs 5'11, the actual difference in reach will drop around an inch. Bluntly, that doesn't matter.)

Now, if you're asking about their weapons, this is an entirely different situation. A specific case we had in the past was someone who wanted their dual wielding dagger user to go toe to toe with someone armed with a greatsword. In the real world, greatswords tend to have, at least, a sixty inch blade, while most knives are going to be under a foot long. In a situation like this, the greatsword creates a five foot kill zone around its user that the dagger wielder cannot traverse. As a result, they cannot attack the greatsword user without some serious creativity, or the element of surprise.

This is true for all weapons. They all have both a maximum and minimum effective range, and while the wielder can often do things to keep the weapon, at least, partially functional at very close ranges (such as pommel strikes, or half-handing), the effective range of a weapon is extremely important to understand. Also, and I hope this was clear already, but this applies to melee weapons. It's pretty common to think about ranged weapons having a max effective range, but this is just as true of a sword or spear. Similarly, as I mentioned, they have a minimum effective range as well. A lone spear user can keep themselves safe from a dagger wielder if they can keep the knives out of reach, but if the dagger fighter manages to get past their spearhead, that weapon is going to be far less effective (though, it won't become completely useless. It is still a staff, with pointy bits.) (Also, minimum effective range does apply with ranged weapons as well. Again, not something we think about often, but it is true, and why things like the eight foot rule exists for handguns.)

It's a little out of scope here, but the weight of your weapon is also extremely important. The heavier a weapon is, the faster it will tire out its wielder. And, to slightly oversimplify, an exhausted fighter is a dead fighter. This is why swords are remarkably light, frequently weighing less than two pounds, with the upper end of the spectrum (the greatswords like the Claymore or Zweihander) still weighing than a well fed, adult, housecat. Heavy weapons can easily become a death sentence to their user. And you do not need a lot of weight to get the job done. An eight pound hammer is both shockingly heavy (as weapons go), but it will do unspeakable things to anyone it solidly connects with.

In a competitive sense, if your weapon is heavier that will turn into a disadvantage over time. It's difficult to exploit in a one on one fight, but on an afternoon battlefield, where the fighting has been going since dawn, that will have had a chance to wear down the wielders.

So, yes and no, it depends if you're asking about the fighters, where it doesn't matter, or the weapons, where it becomes extremely important.

-Starke

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[chelemlem]

For the prompts: 5 times Oscar takes care of Lando and 1 time Lando takes care of him Back!

ty anon! hope u don't mind that i combined 2 prompts + made it LOVE ISLAND AU ↓ (why is this 1k)

"Watch your step," their driver says sharply, half a second before Lando's loafers slip on a particularly wet patch of earth climbing out the car.

"Cheers, mate," Lando says, heart thundering. Jesus. Fine way to start off his reality T.V career. Week one and out of the running 'cause he split his head open on some fucking rocks. 

Lando extracts his fingers from around the guy's bicep. Huh, not bad. He wasn’t trying to cop a feel, but.

"Anytime."

And he’s back to squinting at something on his digital notebook. Pale and rumpled, he looks out of place in the Majorca sunshine. There's a subtle furrow between his brows, like he’s got a long list of tasks to get through, and Lando’s just the first.

"That was close," George fusses, strategically sliding an arm around Lando's shoulder in a way that both highlights their height difference and show off his delts. One of those posh Cotswold types; harmless enough. Lando'd picked him for his first date because at the end of the day, they wanted the same thing—to win.

"Yeah, scary," Lando blinks up at him. Giggles for the cameras.

 

Lando's going to quit. 

Or like. Sue someone. He stares down at his pre-packaged meal, stomach turning. This was the one thing, the one thing he listed as part of his dietary restrictions, and still—

A shadow falls across his lap.

"Here," the PA from before says. Brown hair, thighs. Oscar?

Lando eyes the unmarked takeaway box hovering in front of him with suspicion. It smells okay. And anything's better than fish.

"Chicken rice," Oscar clarifies, handing him a spoon to match. "Thai okay?"

Oh. Lando gives him a smile, small but genuine. So someone did read the profile they made him write. Who would've thought?

Oscar clears his throat. "If you need anything else, just—I'll be over there."

He hightails it to where Luisa and the other girls are holding court around the firepit, sliding his headset back on as he goes. Nice arse too. 

Crew aren't allowed to speak to the islanders, if Max’s rudimentary Reddit trawl is to be believed, but whatever. Lando's not one for rules anyway.

He tucks into his chicken rice and tries to think of other things he needs. 

"There's a new bombshell arriving today," Oscar casually lets slip at mic-up. Quietly, under his breath.

The fuck? It's only been forty-eight hours since Nyck got here. Or maybe longer—who the fuck knows with the way time passes in the villa. There's nothing to do but tan and flirt, the sun setting on the same listless, lazy day forever. Forever. 

But more importantly—

"They hotter than me?"

Oscar's face does this put-upon little thing before sliding back to neutral. Instead of responding, he winds the mic pack around Lando's waist, bending down to secure it at his hips. 

Lando knows how to do it himself by now. Oscar knows Lando knows.

"By a fair bit, I reckon," he says finally, and escapes before Lando can call him a liar. 

"Also, you've got a terrible poker face. At least pretend to be touched when he surprises you with breakfast." 

"He made me eggs and toast, mate. Not exactly Michelin-star, is it?" Or chicken rice, for that matter.

Oscar sighs. "Next week's vote's going to the public. Just so you know."

Lando's not worried. He's survived this long—longer than Daniel, even, who won fan favourite, week two—so clearly there's something he's doing right.

He sort of wants out, anyway. He misses his phone. God, he misses sex. Everyone talks a big game, but when it actually comes down to it they're fucking, like, shy about doing it in front of the cameras. And the cameras are bleeding everywhere. Lando would know.

The only reprieve, or something like it, is—Oscar. 

He's not exactly forthcoming with chatter, but through the power of being cute and annoying, Lando learns a lot about him anyway. 

Like how he's a fan of the cricket. And he's got three sisters, none of whom give a fuck about the show. And how apparently being a former cub scout makes him some kind of authority on tying people up. 

"Just saying those knots seemed loose, is all." 

Lando feels a smirk coming on. "Watching, were you?" 

Oscar rolls his eyes. "I review the Hideaway footage to make sure it's fit for broadcast, yes."

"Kinky."

"Good job. Really defended my honour there." 

"Fuck off," Oscar says, surprisingly calm for someone with bruises trawling the side of their face.

"Dunno why you thought you could take him. He's got like two stone and six centimetres on you. And Charles heard he's done amateur boxing—"

"Got one decent one in there, at least?"

"Element of surprise, s'all it was."

Lando gives up with the bandages. He has no idea what he's doing—and his hands are shaking too much to be of any real use. Best leave it to medical.

"Oscar," he says, rubbing his eyes. His thumb comes away damp. Christ, this better not end up on telly. "The fuck were you thinking, mate." 

Oscar exhales long and hard. His voice is softer when he says: "Sorry. Wasn't really… thinking."

Lando punches his arm lightly—the good one.

"Next time, just. Ask me out normally, alright?"

"They're not firing me," Oscar's voice sounds stunned through the phone, coloured with relief. It's the most emotion Lando's ever heard out of him. Well, second most. "Did you—?"

"My agent said me and Carlos can call it quits two months after the finale," Lando interrupts. It's important, after all.

There's quiet over the line. He can hear Oscar breathing. In out, in out. 

"And what did you say?"

Lando leans forward, against the dash of his borrowed McLaren. The one he's being paid to drive around in, posting selfies with wine and roses in the passenger's. 

Runner's up is first loser and all that, but. It's still a pretty good deal.

"Told her I'll do two weeks." 

[glitchinginthegarden]

OC Smash Or Pass

I'm doing another one because I can. No pressure tagging: @matapang-coffee, @totentnz, @perhapsrampancy, @hiighborg

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

A/S/L (or something)

Full Name: Virgil "Gil" Vickerström / changed to Gil Vickers in 2071

Age: 35

Height: 6'5 / 196cm

Eyes: Cloud gray Kiroshis, naturally brown

Hair: Teal/phthalo green 'hawk, dirty blonde sides/roots (sometimes dyes his short hairs for fun)

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pros +

LORGE. In every way. Yes, that way too.

Polite AF. Gil grew up corpo and a lot of the etiquette he had drilled into him during that time stuck. He says his "please" and "thank you"s, is usually the first to offer a handshake, holds doors open for others, will carry your groceries, etc etc.

Generally just a flat out good dude.

Extremely laid back, friendly, chill - to the point that it makes some people wary of him because they think it's not genuine. He is guilty of using this to his advantage if the situation calls for it though.

Grade A cuddler. You will never be cold, you will always have ample tits to rest your weary head upon, and he's content to spend an entire day like that.

Cons -

He participates in street fights at least one or two nights every week. He will come back bloody and bruised and possibly in need of stitches. And he will be thrilled about it. He will not ask for anything from you in tending to these wounds.

Watson's local ('ganic) weed man. If you don't like the dank, this ain't gonna work. He used to deal hard drugs too but stopped years ago.

Drives a candy grape panel van (or in-universe a Mahir Supron) and has no interest in upgrading his wheels.

His laid-back attitude can sometimes make his partners feel as though he's not invested.

He takes a loooong time to actually open up to someone. If you want more than a quick romp, he takes work.

Can "flip a switch" when he needs to be cold/ruthless/etc. Putting this in cons because it's jarring and borderline unhealthy (thanks, Arasaka).

Extra Propaganda

Most commonly seen in an open pink bathrobe, boxers, and nothing else. Will run errands like this. Take that as you will.

Connections out the wazoo. If you need something, he either has it or knows who does.

Extrovert and well practiced in carrying introverts through social situations.

Most things are low stakes to him. He's not the type to get upset or take it personally if someone turns him down for anything. Very "go with the flow".

Ex-hit man. If you need someone gone in Night City, he'll have it done in a week, max, but it'll cost you.

Likes to feel useful and that extends to bedroom. He's very service forward. Ultimately, an absolute switch though.

Good luck getting him to keep a shirt on.

[crossmyheartmax]

MAXINE 'MAX' CROSS

faceclaim: mikey madison full name: maxine 'max' cross date of birth: april 3rd, 27 years old zodiac sign: aries ♈️ gender/pronouns: female (she/her) occupation: bartender & bottle girl at nirvana / aspiring documentary filmmaker neighborhood: woodside heights length of residency: lifelong resident

✨ personality

positive traits:

charismatic: max effortlessly attracts people with her energy and wit, able to charm a room without even trying. she’s quick with a joke or an anecdote to keep things light, but her deeper connections are grounded in authenticity.

loyal: once you’re in max’s circle, you have her full support. she’s fiercely protective of her friends and family, and her loyalty to them runs deep.

creative: max's mind is always buzzing with new ideas. whether she’s working on a documentary, crafting a compelling story for the bar’s regulars, or simply coming up with ways to bring laughter to a night, she has a knack for creating something out of nothing.

negative traits:

impulsive: max is ruled by her gut, often acting without thinking of the consequences. her impulsiveness has led her to take risks that sometimes backfire, but it also gives her a sense of freedom that she wouldn't trade for anything.

self-critical: despite her outward confidence, max struggles with self-doubt. she’s her own harshest critic, often feeling like she’s not good enough or that her dreams will never come to fruition.

stubborn: once max has made up her mind, there’s no changing it. she can be hard-headed and unwilling to listen to advice, which can lead her into trouble.

🎬 background story

maxine cross was born and raised in woodside heights, a neighborhood known for its working-class roots and rich cultural mix. raised by her fiercely independent mother, vanessa, a home care nurse, and abandoned by her father, daniel, when she was eight, max learned early on to rely on herself. her mother's side of the family, deeply rooted in moroccan-jewish traditions, taught max the value of resilience, while her father’s ashkenazi jewish influence sparked her creativity. her father’s departure left max with a fear of abandonment that often manifests in her impulsive behavior and self-sabotaging tendencies. as a teenager, she picked up a secondhand camcorder and started making films, dreaming of becoming a documentary filmmaker. however, financial struggles and her own doubts held her back from attending film school, so she dropped out of college after a year and returned home. max took a bartending/bottle service gig at nirvana and became a fixture of the local nightlife scene. she plays the role of the charismatic bartender, but behind the scenes, she’s always working on small documentary projects, trying to capture the stories of those who are overlooked by society. her relationship with her younger brother, owen, is complicated. though they share a deep bond, his grounded and traditional approach to life often clashes with max’s impulsive, chaotic energy. still, max is fiercely protective of her family, even as she struggles with feelings of inadequacy and fear of failure. max is driven by the need to tell stories — about the world, about the people she’s met, and about herself. but she remains torn between staying in her safe comfort zone and pursuing her passion for filmmaking, uncertain if she has what it takes to take the leap.

💫 key relationships

vanessa cross (mother) a hardworking nurse who raised max and owen as a single parent. vanessa is the steady rock in max’s life, but max feels the pressure of her mother’s high expectations.

daniel cross (father) a musician who abandoned the family when max was eight. their fractured relationship leaves max with mixed emotions — love, resentment, and a deep fear of abandonment.

owen cross (younger brother) pragmatic and reserved tech-savvy 23-year-old. owen often feels overshadowed by max’s wild energy but deeply loves her despite their differences.

miriam azulay (maternal grandmother) a moroccan-jewish matriarch who instilled a love for her sephardic heritage in max. her wisdom and stories of survival are a constant source of guidance.

ruth cross (paternal grandmother) a holocaust survivor who carries a quiet strength and resilience, ruth’s influence on max is more reserved but deeply impactful.

🎨 aesthetics

max’s aesthetic can be described as a blend of grunge and bohemian chic, drawing inspiration from the vibrant, eclectic energy of her woodside heights neighborhood. she leans towards vintage clothing — band tees, ripped denim, and oversized jackets, paired with chunky boots and worn accessories. her style is low-maintenance but expressive, always accentuated by the silver hamsa pendant passed down from her grandmother. her room is filled with film equipment, old records, and a mix of artsy posters — all of which reflect her creative and somewhat chaotic mind. she often wears dark lipstick, and her hair is messy in a way that looks intentional, falling in loose waves or tied up in a carefree bun.

♈️ zodiac sign

as an aries, max is full of energy and drive, but she often struggles with the impatience and restlessness that come with her sign. aries are known for their boldness, confidence, and impulsivity, which perfectly match max’s personality. she’s quick to jump into things headfirst, often taking risks without considering all the consequences. while her stubbornness and desire to be first may cause friction in her relationships, it also drives her to push boundaries and chase her dreams, no matter how unattainable they might seem. her fire element gives her a natural inclination to lead, and she’s constantly striving to assert herself and prove her worth — especially in her career. but it’s also what fuels her fear of failure; she can’t stand the idea of not succeeding or losing control. max’s aries traits shape her interactions with others — fiercely independent yet protective of those she loves.

🎶 music tastes

max’s taste in music is eclectic and reflects her rebellious, free-spirited personality. she gravitates towards alternative rock, punk, and indie music, with a particular love for raw, unfiltered lyrics that resonate with her own struggles. some of her favorite artists include:

patti smith – max admires her punk ethos and poetic lyrics that capture the spirit of rebellion and resilience.

the clash – their anthemic songs embody the energy max carries within herself — bold, loud, and impossible to ignore.

tame impala – the dreamy, psychedelic vibes of tame impala speak to max’s creative mind, offering a mix of introspection and euphoria.

the velvet underground – for max, lou reed’s deep, melancholic voice and the band’s experimental sound is a constant source of inspiration.

amy winehouse – the raw emotion and vulnerability in amy’s music connect with max on a personal level, reflecting her own internal struggles.

🔥 where she's going

max is on the cusp of something big — but it’s not going to come without risk. she’s currently working on a documentary about woodside heights, trying to capture the essence of the people and places she’s come to love, but her fear of failure and tendency to self-sabotage are holding her back. the question remains: will she step out of her comfort zone and take the leap, or will she stay stuck in the safe chaos of her current life? max knows one thing for sure — she’s not about to let her story go untold.

"people don’t always get it. but i’m not here to be understood. i’m here to make them listen."

[lumilasi]

UPDATE: I needed something to warm up before working on a new thing, and I recalled that I didn't fully like how I drew her hair; it looked like a mess rather than her having curls, so I fixed it. The top part of her hair is still a bit ehhh, but I didn't know what to do with it yet.

more info below:

Name: Marisa Marisol-Raye

Nicknames: Risa/Mari-junior/junior (her moms) firecracker/hun/Mari (Gianna)

Age: 21

Height: 155 cm

Friends: She does like occasionally hanging out with her GF's brother marco and his friends as sort of a "big sis" figure. She's also made close friends with Max Karuna, a member of a popular rock band, as Marisa has helped working on their stage shows.

Family: adoptive moms Marci Raye and Mariella Marisol

Love interest: Gianna Aquila, a young designer student in the same uni (A siren)

TREE LORE

Moth spirits are human souls reborn in new form through what is called a Hive Tree. There used to be 7 of those, but after the Ancient War only 3 are left. Each tree attracts slightly different types of souls with unfinished business:

Amethyst Wisteria:  A purple tree which reminds a massive Wisteria tree in appearance, the spirits manifested by this one are typically those who were in some way significant people in their community, dying unexpectedly. Leaders, warriors, freedom fighters, etc.

Emerald Weeping Willow: A green tree similar in likeness to Weeping Willows, only again much more massive. Souls born from this tree were those with tragic, darker sudden deaths. These souls were typically killed by someone in a non-war setting (I.E victims of crime) or they died of self-inflicted injuries caused by mental distress of some sort.

Blue Lapiz Spruce: A large tree in likeness of blue spruce. The souls that this tree attracts are typically those who died in a freak accident or natural disasters. This tree tends to birth a lot of child moth spirits, given it is more likely for a child to die of a freak accident/natural disaster than be of a level of importance/die due to crime. (Marisa naturally came from this tree)

Powers:

Moth Spirit abilities: Speedy flight, butterfly poofing like a vampire, spitting webbing, pocket dimension to store stuff in, de-manifesting her wings if needed.

Fire protection magic: She has learned spells to coat her whole body and/or her tools to prevent them from being damaged by potential fires from her work. (Her wings are naturally fireproof, but nothing else is.)

Engineering Intelligence: She is studying for an engineer for a reason; Marisa has always been good at learning new things and understanding the fundamentals of how things work, both on the magical side and the physical side.

Weaknesses:

Marisa can be a tad reckless and push the boundary of what might be the smart approach to her tinkering, resulting in explosions and unnecessary messes.

She is socially a little awkward and doesn't always know how to act in crowds, which often means she'll just tag along her girlfriend during any bigger celebratory events, unless she finds people who are more her vibe, typically those who are up to shenanigans. (Such as Max, who acts as sort of a big sis figure to her)

Marisa has a fear of the ocean and doesn't like being in large bodies of water; when younger it was even difficult to get her to bathe at first, but by now its only large bodies of water that bother her.

Personality:

Marisa is very positive and enthusiastic person with never-ending curiosity. She loves trying out new things and testing her hypothesis, whenever it is about her inventions or whenever a flavor combo for food works or not.

While you wouldn't think of it at first glance, Marisa absolutely loves fashion too and enjoys trying out all sorts of different looks and outfits, the only real rule that she follows being "colorful" pretty much.

Due to her social awkwardness, she is sometimes self conscious and wonders if she's being too much, apologizing a lot if she feels she's talking too much for example. She also tends to want to avoid big gatherings of people, unless she gets to actually work with something. Marisa also has the tendency to dwell in any awkward conversations she's had with people for days.

FUN FACTS

She was taken in by Marci, who happened to be visiting the Blue Spruce area given she is acquainted with the wife of one of the guardians of the tree. She came to stay there for a while to try and recover from a traumatic incident that led her quitting her earlier dangerous job.

At first she felt hesitant adopting the kid, but during her stay it became clear Marisa had already chosen her as her new parent, so she decided to at least try.

They met Mariella two years later, and Marisa "shipped" them from the start, as she could tell instantly the two liked each other, and Marisa liked Mariella.

Marisa was from Mexico when she was a human, and died due to drowning at sea, potentially because she accidentally fell off a boat during a storm. (had there been any foul play, she would've been born a green moth)

Her name meaning "of the sea" refers to her manner of death as is typical for Moth spirits.

She likely died somewhere in the 60:ies

Out of the other moth spirits, she's only met Yoruga personally, given she does go to the cafe sometimes with her moms that he works at.

Marisa is Bi

Because of her thick fluff around her legs, she doesn't need to wear long trousers or leg warmers during winter, still sporting shorts or skirts, just of thicker fabric.

[mks-grin]

The Quarry AU Headcanon: The counselors each gained superpowers. What power would each of them have?

(( EDITED bc I forgot to include Max’s other power.))

You’ve absolutely MADE my day with this question let me tell you!

So I’ll give you two for each person - “The Power they would most naturally have” (like if they were born with it) OR “the power they would have later in life because it would torment them” (like it happens in order to force them to grow.)

Jacob - “Super Strength” OR “Time Travel”

Super Strength makes sense at first glance for Jacob because he probably is already a strong guy. He would fall into typical Superman rules. Minus the flying and laser? Vision.

However, Jacob is the type to deeply regret his actions, he also seems like the type to not be able to accept reality. He might use a time loop ability to go back in time in order to change his relationship with Emma. Yet overtime he would realize that there are some things time travel can’t change. Others will always have free will, desires, and will die. Nothing can change that.

(He ALSO has the most possible deaths / therefore you’re most likely to use your Death Rewind on him vs. any other character! Get it? Rewind? Ok.)

Ryan - “Invisibility” OR “The Touch of Death”

Ryan would prefer to be invisible, I’m sure, most of the time in canon. Invisibility would allow him to eavesdrop without consequences and hide when he wants to avoid others. It would come so naturally to him. He might only be visible when giving his lessons or when talking to Chris.

However, being given a “touch of death” ability would doom him to always be alone in some capacity. He would feel othered and have to constantly be aware of how close he got to others. While he doesn’t want closeness - knowing he can’t ever have it would make him a little bitter. Or really bitter! I think he would actually opt to try and remove this power vs. adapt to it.

Abigail - “Manipulate Nature” OR “Lie Detector”.

Abi would naturally connect to nature, because she can appreciate the world in an artistic sense she would also have the connectedness needed to manipulate said nature. Being able to better care for plants and ecosystems, she would thrive doing this wonderful and peaceful work.

However, if she were to be able to detect lies, without others knowing, she might lose faith in them faster. She may not trust people or will simply be disheartened with most people. It may cause her to have a gloomier look on life. Until of course she realizes people also lie to hide good things like crushes and surprises - realizing that people are more complex than their actions. Their intentions are just as important!

Emma - “Charm” OR “Mimic”

Initially Emma is our summer season heartthrob so it makes sense that she might have the ability to charm others! She would use this power usually for good, but the occasional boost in an interview never hurt anybody? People might question whether or not they’re under her spell on a day to day basis. She would insist however that she doesn’t use it on a daily basis for constant life hacking.

However, because Emma lacks a true sense of self she might be given the power to look and sound like other people. She is able to use this ability to have conversations with someone without them knowing it’s actually her. This leads her to realize her peers know a lot more about themselves than she knows about herself. This may bother her until she knows more about who she is.

Dylan - “Calculation” OR “Clean Slate”

Dylan, being a little genius, might be able to solve problems with more confidence than another. He may have a better sense of geometry, physics, surface area, and bodily capabilities that he can quickly solve those sorts of issues. In a tight situation he might be able to work out a solution! Can you fall from this height without breaking a leg? How fast can you swerve to not hit a deer and not flip your Minicoop? Sometimes it feels like guesswork to others - but it’s almost like having a completely accurate scientific instinct.

Clean Slate meaning he can clear someone’s mind of a specific thought. He can wipe information into the subconscious. Sadly, he would find this power to be a burden and find himself feeling guilty whenever he would wipe away a memory. Dylan eventually feels that mistakes, failures and loss are all important aspects of life. Wiping those experiences away from friends stunts them a little and robs them of development. They are capable of remembering what they forget - and when they do they also remember that he wiped away that memory. This has ended in a fight before.

Kaitlyn - “Ice Breath” OR “Intuition”

Ice Breath, while ironic, would be a fun power for Kaitlyn. She would say her typical snide or cynical comments to friends and whenever it hurts their feelings she would remind them she is “ice cold”. She may even sing “Ice Ice Baby” as a sort of theme song. Having this sort of narrative following her and in her mind / she would be able to actually believe it. Therefore, hardening her heart and increasing her ability to thrive in a crisis. She would be a worse team player on a day to day basis but when you NEED her she’s there.

Intuition is a little more haunting for Kaitlyn. While she is smart, her ability to understand the intuition isn’t too sharp. Intuition is a sort of meeting of the mind and heart, in a way a lot of people can’t describe. Kaitlyn is a very logical thinking person. When gaining this ability she struggles to understand what the “feeling of dread” is. She gets little premonitions and cannot always figure out what will CAUSE that premonition to happen. Sometimes her actions, intended to avoid a specific future, are what lead her to that future. She wouldn’t share her premonitions with other, and instead feel guilty when she can’t motivate someone to do what she thinks they ‘need’ to do. This hurts her relationships because she starts to become pushy and has too alienated of a mindset to share her issues.

Nick - “Shield / Bubble” OR “Animal”

Nick seems like the type to obtain a sort of ‘boring’ power like this. He wouldn’t mind it in the slightest and would make it look cool because he has the sense to use it well! He certainly could manipulate the shields for practical use and for party trick use! It’s one of the few abilities that can be used to embarrass Jacob, which Nick can easily appreciate.

Because we see Nick go absolutely 😬 in canon, I think it makes sense to transfer that here. He’d just turn into a more werewolf-esq version of himself. I think this power would be triggered by Nick’s emotions. Not because he is new to the power, but simply because that’s a trait of the power. This would force Nick to have to come to terms with his emotions more directly than he does in canon. ( He can’t let emotions bubble up or take the back seat anymore.) Simultaneously he needs to keep a leveler head to remain human! If not he becomes a feral version of himself.

Max - “Healing” OR “Sense Deprevation”

C’mon obviously Max would be born with a healing power. He’s just mad sweet.

( Also did you see the lawsuit Max’s actor is going through right now?? Look that shit up. Yikes! Skylar, as many Judge Judy episodes have taught me, idt he has anything to sue over”.)

Anyways, Max would absolutely love to help people and has the right sort of temperament to help others. Medical school wouldn’t be his thing - but hey if he’s born with the ability that’s different!! Line up because this clinic is OPEN! (Also Skylar plays a character in another series as a kid where he is a fake church healer!)

In contrast, Max might have the ability to rob someone temporarily of one of their five senses. He might do this when people argue, by taking vision away for a few minutes, these people can’t keep hitting each other. He does this for Laura whenever she wants to eat something healthy that she doesn’t enjoy. He also could do it for kids (and Jacob) who need medicine. He never uses it on people without saying he’s going to use it though.

However he has faced instances where the sense didn’t come back when he thought they would and he does not know the rhyme or reason to when this happens. Once Laura lost vision in one of her eyes for like 12 hours. Whoops!

Laura - “Animal Communication” OR “Regeneration”

We see why this would be Laura’s calling right? Best vet ever. Or a constantly sobbing vet. She also would be able to tell more about animal abuse and rats people about to her and Max’s buddy, T-Money. Laura loves and hates this ability bc she now has the ability and responsibility to do more than just yearly pet checkups.

And regeneration! The ability to not die / or can’t die as easily as others do. It’s a blessing and a curse. In her everyday life it’s good to know she heals from paper cuts, burns, and hangnails faster than everyone else - but realizing that her mortality could come into question might sorta ruin her summer vibes ya know? Could she die? Would she age?

Despite this she decides she absolutely must use this power for vigilante justice.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: March 28, 2023

Lyrics:

It isn't working

I'm a tidal wave of question marks

And you're just surfing

Leaning into me like it's an art

It's so crazy

Lately

You just understand my feelings

Make me

See I'm capable and fine

And feeling beautified tonight

I'm ready to dive

Maybe it's the loving in your eyes (I'm here, see through)

Maybe it's the magic in the wine (I'm feeling loose)

Maybe it's the fact that every time I fall, I lose it all

But you got me from my head to my feet

And I'm ready to dive

'Cause the water's warm

And nothing wrong, it's alright, yeah

I'm coming out and diving in tonight

I feel like It's crazy

Lately, you just understand my feelings

Make me see I'm capable and fine

And feeling beautified tonight

I'm ready to dive

Maybe it's the loving in your eyes (I'm here, see through)

Maybe it's the magic in the wine (I'm feeling loose)

Maybe it's the fact that every time I fall, I lose it all

But you got me from my head to my feet

And I'm ready to dive

Diving into you, diving into me (hmm)

Wanna swim good and I wanna swim deep, I'm

Diving into you, diving into me (hmm)

Wanna swim good and I wanna swim deep, I'm

Diving into you, diving into me

Wanna swim good and I wanna swim deep, I'm

Diving into you, diving into me

Maybe it's the loving in your eyes (I'm here, see through)

Maybe it's the magic in the wine (I'm feeling loose)

Maybe it's the fact that every time I fall, I lose it all

But you got me from my head to my feet

And I'm ready to dive (right into you)

I'm ready to dive (right into you)

Songwriter:

Maybe it's the fact that every time I fall, I lose it all

But you got me from my head to my feet

And I'm ready to dive

Bastian Langebaek / Max Wolfgang / Olivia Lauryn Dean

SongFacts:

The incredible Olivia Dean has just released her single 'Dive' following the announcement of her debut album 'Messy'. The British star has just announced the release date of 'Messy', which is set to arrive on June 30th this year.

Olivia Dean has already released two singles this year, with “Dive” being the third release before the debut of “Messy.” Olivia Dean has become successful with songs like “Be my own Boyfriend” and “Echo”.

An artist with a beautiful, unique, soulful voice who focuses on storytelling in her lyrics. Dean’s latest release “Dive” is no different. A song with incredible harmonies and an amazing beat. Olivia Dean is an artist that once you discover her, you won't want to stop listening to her.

After working on her upcoming debut album, Messy, Olivia Dean says, “It's funny because I think it's the most polished sound I have, but also the most carefree I've ever had in actually making music…some ." It's quite vulnerable, but it's just made out of pure fun and joy and lightheartedness, and I think I did a good job calling it "Chaotic" because if anyone says it's floating around everywhere, I will say: “Yes!”

Dean has been on tour for the past few months, a tour that has sold out across the country and in Europe. She has also supported the incredible Loyle Career and Korey Radical on their recent tours. Dean continues to tour with dates throughout Europe and the UK.

When Dean created “Chaotic,” he said, “There are no rules!” She laughs. “I tried to just put people's voices out of my head about what I should do or what would be cool or what would be most successful for me and did things that I wanted to hear.”

Olivia Dean is an artist who continues to release hit after hit, so anticipation for her debut album is high and the wait can't end soon enough. Dean has already released three eps. Olivia Dean loves her fans and even performed on the side of a yellow truck at the height of the pandemic before returning for her first gig at the Camden Jazz Cafe. The venue sold out and their incredible performance at Camden's Jazz Cafe received over seven million views on TikTok.

It's clear that Olivia Dean is a talent that's reflected in her latest release, "Dive," out now and worth every minute of your time.

Words by Rose Stiff

[chcrrybcmbs]

✼  ʾ   𝑎𝑐𝑡.   𝒊   ,   the   bits   &   bobs   .

FULL NAME: beckham james van buren. ALIAS(ES): beck , bj. BIRTH DATE: august eighth. BIRTH PLACE: southhampton , long island , new york. AGE: twenty seven years old. PRONOUN(S): he , him. GENDER: cis male. ORIENTATION: bisexual , biromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single . EDUCATION: private school in new york. OCCUPATION: musician , actor. CAREER DETAILS: click here.

NATIONALITY: american. ETHNICITY: english , german , scottish. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english , some german. FINANCIAL STATUS: upper class. FATHER: fredrick van buren. NATIONALITY: american. OCCUPATION: ceo of a luxury jewerly company. MOTHER: sara forbes - chase. NATIONALITY: german - american. OCCUPATION: heiress , philanthropist , and supermodel. STEP - FATHER: harry chase. NATIONALITY: american. OCCUPATION: ceo and chairman of jpmorgan chase banking company. SISTER: bianca van buren. NATIONALITY: american. OCCUPATION: heiress and model. PETS: none. PAST RELATIONSHIPS: waverly lockhart ( recent ).

HEIGHT: 6 foot 2 inches. WEIGHT: 180 pounds. HAIR COLOR: brown. EYE COLOR: blue. TRAITS: witty , charismatic , clever , adventurous , arrogant , distant , tactless , manipulative. ZODIAC: leo. HOBBIES: tba. CHARACTER INSPO: sebastian valmont , lucifer morningstar , patrick bateman , nate jacobs.

✼  ʾ   𝑎𝑐𝑡.   𝒊𝒊   ,   the   story   so far   .

it  was  was  very  clear  from  the  day  he  was  born  ,  beckham  was  not  going  to  be  like  other  children  .  rarely  cried  ,  he  was  cold  and  distant  .  wails  only  coming  from  him  when  picked  up  .  born  the  first  and  only  son  of  fredrick  van  buren  and  sara  forbes  ,  a  couple  who  were  the  picture  of  perfection  in  new  york  society  .  all  that  glitters  isn't  always  gold  though  ,  the  truth  was  his  parents  hated  eachother  and  it  wasn't  long  before  the  two  finally  separated  .  unlike  most  children  he  was  unphased  by  the  split  between  his  parents  ,  entirely  indifferent  .  his  parents  showed  their  love  for  him  in  drastically  different  ways  :  his  father  tossed  money  and  gifts  his  way  to  make  up  for  the  lack  of  affection  while  his  mother  took  on  the  role  of  a  fan  of  her  own  son  ,  he  could  do  no  wrong  in  sara's  eyes  and  as  he  grew  older  it  became  clear  she  was  more  of  a  friend  to  her  son  than  a  mother  .

formative  years  spent  in  long  island  before  his  mother  let  go  of  the  idea  of  living  her  best  life  and  settled  down  (  although  the  last  thing  she'd  done  was  settle  )  ,  marrying  one  of  the  richest  men  in  the  world  ,  harry  chase  .  harry  was  no  better  than  his  mother  ,  beckham  quickly  turning  into  the  apple  of  the  mans  eyes  .  claiming  to  have  always  wanted  a  son  ,  he  wanted  nothing  more  for  him  to  accept  him  and  even  at  a  young  age  beckham  was  aware  of  this  and  used  it  to  his  advantage  .  a  household  entirely  ruled  by  the  whims  of  a  young  boy  .  the  move  to  the  upper  east  side  of  manhattan  happened  swiftly  ,  beckham  already  well  acquainted  with  the  area  thanks  to  time  spent  with  his  father  .  city  life  turning  out  to  be  much  more  his  speed  .  a  life  riddled  with  luxury  drivers  ,  elite  private  schools  ,  and  access  to  just  about  anything  he  could  ever  want  .

it  was  at  fifteen  that  he  started  his  acting  career  ,  getting  the  role  of  max  dennison  in  the  classic  hocus  pocus  .  it  was  entirely  based  on  nepotism  ,  his  parents  having  the  right  friends  in  the  right  places  but  he  couldn't  have  cared  less  and  neither  did  the  audience  who  fell  absolutely  in  love  with  him  .  as  if  his  ego  needed  to  be  stroked  any  further  .  from  there  on  the  roles  just  started  to  flood  in  but  beckham  was  very  particular  about  what  he  took  on  .  acting  never  his  first  priority  ,  he  cared  much  more  about  the  life  of  a  socalite  .  the  parties  ,  the  drugs  ,  the  sex  ,  the  drama  it  was  addictive  to  him  .  becoming  a  mainstay  in  gossip  blogs  before  he'd  even  hit  eighteen  years  old  .  his  reputation  soon  enough  preceded  him  ,  he  would  ruin  someone's  life  with  a  smile  on  his  face  .  walk  away  from  the  chaos  he'd  created  and  do  it  again  .  he  doesn't  hide  who  or  what  he  is  and  somehow  has  managed  to  convince  many  he  means  well  (  fun  fact  :  he  doesn't  )  .

at  some  point  he  got  wrapped  up  in  the  internet  world  ,  making  appearances  in  some  of  the  biggest  youtubers  videos  and  making  guest  appearances  on  podcaster  where  he  quickly  became  a  favorite  .  his  lack  of  a  filter  and  charming  smile  that  always  followed  outlandish  quotes  capitulated  him  into  a  space  acting  simply�� could  never  .  it  wasn't  long  before  he  realized  guest  appearances  weren't  needed  any  more  and  he  started  up  his  own  podcast  ,  why  stop  now  .  within  two  years  he  was  picked  up  by  spotify  who  offered  him  the  biggest  deal  to  date  .      

now  he  splits  his  time  between  los  angeles  and  new  york  ,  leaving  a  trail  of  tears  and  disarray  everywhere  he  goes  . 

✼  ʾ   𝑎𝑐𝑡.   𝒊𝒊𝒊   ,   the inner   circle   .

same guy : and when it comes to you and i , all that i ever did was tell lies . a relationship built on his own ego , having her on his arm looked good and for some time he genuinely did care about her in his own way . it didn't take long for him to grow bored and inevitably step out of the relationship time and time again . always able to reel her back in by professing his love for her , even if he knows he doesn't mean it , he still likes having access to her . taken by : waverly lockhart .

the three musketeers : three best friends , always seen together , wreaking a little havoc . just you're typical squad vibes . taken by : johnny kennedy & maddox mckelvie .

one of her boys : these two got close while in new york years ago and it's been that way ever since . one of the few girls he's actually been able to keep around probably because their relationship has never surpassed friendship . taken by : maggie rosario .

evil twin , evil twin : they may just be half - siblings but she's the closest thing he's ever had to genuinely caring about someone outside of himself . never a dull moment when they are together , normally leaving a path of destruction everywhere they go . taken by : bianca van buren .

you're just like me : these two's similarities have done so far as to making them despise being in the same vicinity as one another . neither one can quite put their finger on why they don't like the other , they just simply do not get along . taken by : stacey ortiz .

funny seeing you here : imma sip my drink and crack a big smile just to see if i can still get you cause it's been a while . they had a good thing going in the past and in true beckham fashion , he ruined it by cheating . now they really only ever see one another at events or nights out and he never fails to approach them to see if they still have a thing for him . recently they've been turning him away for whatever reason . which is only making him want them more , he has a serious case of wanting what you can't have . taken by : open .

lil secret : cause you confident that we soulmates . i told my therapist about you , she always takes your side . ain't nobody i love more , i just need more time . to the public they barely know one another , aside from attending some of the same events . in reality there is no one who knows him better . if beckham knew what being in love felt like he'd be sure this was it but he's not ready to settle down , afraid he'll ruin everything with them . they're growing tired of being his secret but won't fully leave him because they are sure they're meant to be together . taken by : open .

they dont love it : i've been laid back to long , i'm tryna get turnt . fuck searching my name , dawg , that's how you get hurt . fuck being likable , i'm tryna be unbreakable . these two were once good friends but somewhere down the line they realized beckham wasn't a good person to be around . they ended up having a massive falling out and now it seems whenever they cross paths one of them is being escorted out of a venue . taken by : open .

random : people he's worked with whether it be through acting or they were in one of his music videos , childhood friends maybe they've drifted apart , flings / hookups , someone who wants absolutely nothing to do with him but he gets a kick out annoying them , someone he's a bad influence on , someone who thinks they can " fix " him , literally every and anything .

[almilcery]

I haven't done this yet (but I SHOULD HAVE), but I decided to restart Legends Arceus, since I got burnt out after beating Volo and having basically nothing else to do.

So, new game, already halfway through the main story, and most of the pomémon found in the Fieldlands, Mirelands, and Coastlands have been obtained.

Unfortunately, screenshots cannot be provided (I didn't think I needed to screenshot any of my gameplay things with only one exception, and even then getting them onto my phone is a giant hassle I'm not going to attempt ever again), so you'll just have to go by word of mouth (I had recorded the important information to my sister, so I have at least an order of things).

It is a lot of info, so I'm putting it below a cut:

The log currently only contains notes from the Obsidian Fieldlands section up until the Beginning of the Coronet Highlands section.

Log #0: Chose Starter (Samurott)

Nature: Lonely

Height: 4'11

Initial Level: 5

Location: Jubilife

Chose Oshawott for personal reasons (even if I am not keeping it on the roster for much longer). Evolved it completely before facing the first Lord.

Log #1: Emi (Sylveon) has been obtained.

Nature: Naive

Height: 3'4

Initial Level: 3

Location: Obsidian Fieldlands

Obtained Baby Doll Eyes and immediately applied in order for this to work without worrying about fucking it up, as she was still an Eevee and I knew what I wanted her to be.

Log #2: Quelled Kleavor, Lord of the Woods

Pokémon Used: Samurott (Level 47)

Number of tries: 1

Used the giant-ass tree to my advantage. (The only cheese strat against these guys, sadly).

Also just realized he Naruto Runs™ when he enters his arena in the cutscene prior to the battle itself, lmao.

Log #3: Castella (Lopunny) has been obtained

Nature: Gentle

Height: 9'1 (Alpha)

Initial Level: 40

Location: Obsidian Fieldlands

Caught the Alpha Lopunny in the Fieldlands instead of waiting for an alpha buneary of the right kind to spawn and going through hell just to evolve that fucking thing. Also omitted the plan of a shiny cause I'm not going to grind for that shit.

Log #3.5: Quelled Lilligant, Lady of the Ridge

Number of tries: 1

Didn't record it when it happened, so any other details were lost.

Log #4: Sayuri (Hisuian Lilligant) has been obtained

Nature: Impish

Height: 6'8 (Alpha)

Initial Level: 50

Location: Crimson Mirelands

Like Castella before her, Sayuri isn't shiny. Don't have that kind of patience.

Her name is also a joke, as she's an alpha whose name means "little lily."

Log #5: Izumi (Basculegion Female) has been obtained

Nature: Bashful

Height: 9'11

Location: Cobalt Coastlands

Log #6: Quelled Arcanine, Lord of the Isles

Pokémon used: Samurott (Level 71)

Number of tries: 2

Beat the Lord of the Isles in a single day in comparison to my last best (and first time) of over 6 months hiatus then finally beating it through blood and sweat /j

The fun is gonna begin verrrrry soon.

Log #7: Ingo appeared

This is (almost) where the fun begins.

Log #8: Homura (Ninetales) has been obtained

Nature: Adamant

Height:

Initial Level: 61

Location: Cobalt Coastlands

Went back to the Island to catch the Alpha Ninetales. Accidentally was seen, but still caught her with a single Leaden Ball like planned.

Log #9: "Let's have the greatest battle, better than ever before."

Location: Coronet Highlands

Opponent: Warden Ingo

Pokémon used: Emi (Sylveon), Izumi (Basculegion), Homura (Ninetales*)

Battled Ingo in the Coronet Highlands using Singles rules for an extra challenge (no "bag" items, no pre-fainting switch-outs, 3 pokémon max, all regular–ish). One-shot his Machoke, then held back cause I felt bad (purposely not using the Dazzling Gleam STAB and only Agile Style Mystical Fire, since it was the weakest move), leaving Emi to faint.

*Homura was not required to defeat him; Izumi was enough to finish off his Gliscor and Tangela.

Also yes, I quoted the super multis on purpose for this log "entry."

And—just cause I wish to mention this—since Ninetales is a regular pokémon and pseudo–legendaries are also allowed via Battle Subway rules, Homura would probably be fine, as I feel like classifying alphas in a similar way to pseudo-legendaries preferable due to less restrictions.

Plus, Ingo later has a challenge option where he uses three alphas as well, so it's only fair (doesn't matter that the fucking almighty Sinnohan gods have Path of Solitude challenges of their own. They are still banned in any non Path of Solitude battles like they are on the Battle Subway, lol).

[sweetmusingss]

Oscar smiled softly down at you, loving the height difference he had on you a little too much. He hadn’t even really realized how tiny you were since you had heels on before but it was cute. He sits beside you, thanking you politely for the wine. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” he teased you about him possibly having a curfew. He hadn’t heard anything about that but with how strict rules were lately, he wouldn’t be surprised if they had enforced such a thing. “I am good though. Quite a nice room you have here all to yourself,” he spoke softly, taking a sip of the wine.

I giggle as he says he won’t tell if I won’t, finding the rules and the FIA to be utterly insane for the amount of rules they were putting on the drivers. “Luckily for you, I am like a vault. No one will get a word out of me. I believe I’d even be able to withstand torture... I refuse to let secrets slip.” I smile at him, as if I didn’t just mention being tortured for information. I look around the room, nodding when he says it was a nice room. “Perks of having friends in high places... Max was nice enough to get me this room for the weekend. I was going to offer him gas money in return but we’re flying on a jet so... kind of lost that battle.” I giggle, crossing my legs so my foot was pressed against Oscar’s. I knew I had to move fast and get Oscar comfortable, “But you’re here now so it doesn’t feel as big and lonely anymore...” I bat my lashes at him, working my charms, giving him a shy yet flirtatious smile. “I’ve got a nice big bed too...” 

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“Yeah, I want my best friend to be happy and I support her going after what she wants even though I could never, either. You are more than enough for me, I promise you. And I feel the same way. I don’t want to share you with anyone, ever. I get jealous enough seeing GP get close to you before a session,” I giggle softly as I tease you, running my fingers through your hair. “I am tired too after what just happened. I don’t have the energy for anyone else,” I smirk softly at you, stealing a sip of your Red Bull before kissing your cheek gently.

Max lets out a laugh as you mention his race engineer, “GP is like my work husband, you gotta accept it, babe.” Max smiled at you, smirking as you mention being tired after sex with him. “I can’t even imagine... I mean Renee is a fiery girl, maybe it’s Charles who is desperate for someone else to help contain her. Mad Renee could take Mad Max in a battle.” Max chuckled softly to himself, watching you happily as you took a sip of his RedBull, he and Renee having had plenty of heated arguments about nothing but he saw that same fire in her eyes as he had, which is why they were such good and fast friends. Like called to like. “I mean, I wouldn’t be against a threesome in the future... but just one night, we don’t need a whole other person in our relationship. Unless you wanted it and then I’d give you whatever you wanted.” 

[vinnieswife]

Hi bby, I love your work and I was wondering if you could do a Vinnie smut where it's the readers birthday and Vinnie wakes her up with... Ykw and this part can be optional but when they're done their hype friends walk in and see them naked. I would appreciate it bby 😘

Of course! I love this idea :)

Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader

Words: 1387

Warnings: smut ofc, p in v, oral (fem receiving), slow/romantic (?) sex, exhibitionism and Vinnie being his own warning

Author’s note: I really loved this idea, I didn't really know how to do the exhibitionism part but I hope you like it! Thanks for the order annon! 💕btw thank you sm for 470 followers! Thank y’all for always being here☺️

You woke up to a wet feeling on your neck, the light entered the room through the thin curtains, the sheets were cold and the smell of earth and wet grass entered through the window and flooded your nostrils.

Vinnie's hair tickled your cheek, while he continued to deliver kisses from the base of your neck to your jaw, you yawned causing all of Vinnie's attention to focus on you. "Good morning birthday girl" you smiled at the nickname "mhm good morning Vin" he got up and left a chaste kiss on your lips. "I should give you my gift later but I can't wait" "what is it?" You asked curiously. "You'll see" when the words left his lips a mischievous smile adorned them.

Quickly Vinnie was placed on top of you, one hand at the height of your head while the other drew strokes on your hip, his eyes were fixed on yours, while a smile adorned his face, the hand that was on your hip rose up to your cheek, brushing a couple of patches of hair out of the way and leaving soft caresses on your skin, the chains that hung from his neck swaying back and forth at a slow pace, Vinnie descended slightly to leave a kiss on your lips, longer and deeper than the previous one.

His eyes flickered to your exposed chest, you were both naked from the events of the night before, his lips made contact with your neck again, this time licking each of the previous night's marks and marking a few new ones, one of his hands ascended to grab your chest, turning your nipple between his fingers pulling a moan from your throat, Vinnie smiled while leaving a mark on your clavicle, his mouth descended until he reached your nipple, getting into his mouth, his tongue hot and wet turning around the little bud making you throw your head back on the pillows, "oh god Vin" You moaned.

He released your nipple with a 'pop' and focused on the other giving it the same treatment, his fingers twisting and poking the little bud he had just released while his teeth were busy biting around your chest and collarbone. “are you enjoying it? " He asked knowing very well the answer, even so, you nodded letting out a little whimper, "you know the rules love, use your words" Vinnie whispered leaving a trail of kisses down your abdomen, "Ah Vin yes, I'm enjoying it" " that's my good girl."

Vinnie kept going down until he was face to face with your sex, caressing your thighs with his hands "please" "please what princess?" "Please touch me" Vinnie smiled before beginning to spread kisses down your inner thighs, leaving marks and bites at his pleasure, waving from each bite he licked the mark carefully to try to alleviate a bit of the pain.

His tongue finally made contact with your pussy, making you moan and roll your eyes back, his mouth explored all of your sex, leaving soft licks and small bites. His tongue start moving in a fast pace between your folds, playing around your hole, his tongue moving in and out at a torturing slowly pace, his tongue giving your hole little strokes, he goes up again at your clit, sucking on it harshly.

"Do you have any idea how well you taste princess?" Vinnie asked you as he stopped to breathe, "I could be here testing you for hours and hours" you let out a whimper trying to get a little tug on his hair, but he was quicker and ragged them, placing them against the bed.

"Without touching love" he provoked you while continuing to torture you with his tongue.

Kissing everywhere, licking everywhere, biting you here and there.

"Vin I-"

"Hold it"

"Vin please" you begged with a little whimper

"Not yet" he replied, re-inserting his tongue in your entrance, you clench hard around his tongue trying to hold the orgasm that was about to explode, his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard, making you moan and turn your eyes back, "Vinnie please, I can't take it anymore." At this point the tears prickled the corners of your eyes. You started to feel the tight sensation in your stomach, getting more closer to your release Vinnie's tongue doesn't slow down for a second, in fact it just speed up 'till you cum all over his mouth and chin, you expect him to stop,but he shoves his fingers into your hole and attaches his mouth to your clit, sucking on it harshly, making you scream again,he growls, pushing his fingers further into your hole. "Cum then" and you let go, your head was spinning and his throat let out a moan of pleasure, thank god the walls were silenced by Vinnie's screams during live shows, Vinnie quickly licked every drop of your juices, his lips covered in them.

Vinnie quickly rose to face to face with you, kissing you hard so that you could taste yourself on his tongue, the kiss continued for a few seconds before you separated due to lack of air, your breathing was agitated and you noticed how the environment of the room was starting to get hotter and hotter. Vinnie's eyes were covered in lust causing his pupils to be dilated to the max, almost covering the honey color of his irises.

"You don't know how much I love you" he whispered staring at you.

"I love you too" you whispered back as you caressed his cheeks.

You felt how he lined up with your entrance, playing with you until you could not take it anymore, the tip moving between your folds to make some friction, you whimpered waiting for him to enter once and for all. Vinnie just laughed at your suffering, enjoying the pleading look in your eyes, after a few minutes of teasing he decided to give you what you wanted, after all it was your birthday.

You both moaned at the contact of his cock with your walls, Vinnie sighed at how narrow you were, his hands found yours, joining his fingers with yours creating a firm grip on you, his eyes fixed on yours while his hips established a fast pace over yours.

His breathing was agitated as he tried to maintain his composure, your eyes were closed while you enjoyed the moment, the atmosphere was warm and calm, something perfect, Vinnie's head fell on your shoulder as he growled, he began to leave soft kisses on your neck while repeating how much I loved you as if it were a mantra. The rhythm of Vinnie's lunges accelerated and became a bit more clumsy, that only indicated that he was close, you weren't far behind either, a couple more lunges and you came.

A High pitched moan leaves your throat, and a couple of moans of Vinnie’s name, Your orgasm quickly caused Vinnie's, causing him to moan your name, and groan in pleasure, after you both enjoyed your orgasms Vinnie broke away from you, but kept on over you, grabbed a sheet and covered you both, nothing plus placing his head in the crook of your neck the door to your room slammed open, revealing all the hype house guys with a big cake that read "Happy Birthday Y/n!" You screamed at being naked in front of all your friends, when suddenly Michael made a wonderful comment "this room smells like sex, but good sex" and laugh he was while leaving the room.

You were red as hell and you could barely look at their faces without looking down, Vinnie on the other hand seemed proud of what had just happened.

"I-uh yeah- I think I'll leave the cake in the kitchen-yeah" Mia left the door closing it.

You hit Vinnie a pillow making him laugh, "happy birthday love" he said with a laugh.

DONT REBLOG MY WORK!!

[sanzusbestie]

TR BOYS REACTING TO A PICKUP LINE/LOVE POEM

Part 1/part 2/part 3

❁ Characters : Shinichiro, Izana & gn!reader

❁ Genre : Crack/fluff

❁ Warnings : None

❁ A/n : It's been so long I've written anything lol have this.

Shinichiro Sano

Wondering why you haven't rejected him like the others was pretty common for Shinichiro.

Until that very day, when he found out you were worse than him.

He was with a client, everything was going smoothly.

And you decided to barge in almost yelling.

"For your height, the best for you would be-"

"Hey Shin ! I think you look like a sexy motorcycle ! Vroom vroom !"

You left like nothing happened.

He was mortified, his face was so red and he could see the client doing their best not to laugh (he even apologized to them on your behalf).

"Why did you do that ?" He asked when you came back the afternoon.

"I thought you were on your lunch break."

"Lunch break my ass. I was so embarrassed Y/n, I swear !" He pretended to cry. "You know, the second I saw your mouth opening I knew you were about to say some dumb shit. But this ! "You look like a sexy motorcycle vroom vroom" ? What's going on in your head ?" He chuckled. "That was so bad !"

"First of all I don't talk like that, don't try to imitate my voice ever again you hear me ? And you're one to talk ! Don't you remember how you approached me ? Well let me remind you ! You exactly said," you took a ridiculously deep voice, "Hey you, I bet you would look fabulous on my bike." Who approach people this way puh-lease !"

"Yeah well, who answered they'd look even better riding, I quote, "something or rather someone else"? Shinichiro aggressively air quoted with his fingers.

"Oh yeah ? Well, remember when-"

You two spent the rest of the time like that : reminding the other one of their stupidity.

But what you two forgot was that at the end of the day you both were the worst.

Kurokawa Izana

You could see all the efforts Izana was making for your relationship.

He promised he'd change and make more time so he did.

You were currently at a park, sitting face to face on the grass, on a date.

Everything was going perfectly well, it was a warm sunny day, you had good food and there weren't too many yelling kids near.

Perfect indeed.

You originally wanted to have a paint date outside but you didn't have time to buy anything for it so you let it for another time.

Izana was the one that came out with the idea of writing something for each other.

You could write anything, the only rule was to do it in max ten minutes.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy you thought.

But after seven minutes of nothing you realized it was actually stressy hardy lemon zesty.

Eight minutes passed and you decided to go with some humour, you knew Izana was writing something similar anyways so no need to stress.

Ten minutes and Izana did not write something similar.

In fact, he wrote a poem so beautiful you wondered when he got those writing skills.

His poem was perfect, his syllables calculation was exactly right, his rhymes were divine and the meaning of it could make you cry.

After reading it, you immediately thought of what you wrote on your paper.

"Are you an orphanage ? Because I want to give you kids."

Terrible choice of words, really.

You wanted the ground to swallow you.

Fortunately, he waited for you to finish reading his poem so he could read what you wrote.

But you didn't give him the chance.

You snatched the paper from his hands and you tore it until nothing could be read anymore.

"Y/n ?"

"Ah, sorry Izana. Your poem was just so good I was ashamed of what I wrote. I promise I'll write you something worth it !"

"But I wanted to read this. I'm sure it was amazing. Tell me what it was about."

"Haha, no."

He could bring the entire Tenjiku gang to torture you (he'd never), you'd take that secret with you to your grave.

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[cyncerity]

Sizeshifter!Tommy au where he noms SBI and Beeduo all at once? He grows just big enough to where they all fit nice and snug in there and he can feel all them. Big man just wants to hold his family close and keep them safe!

I wrote this as quickly as I could because this prompt gave me so much brain rot. It also gave me an excuse to write one of my favorite vore tropes: overstuffed preds 💖

tw: vore

“Yes!!” Tommy yelled after his 5th consecutive win against the rest of his friends and family in Mario Kart. He heard the rest of them groan as he laughed harder at their defeat. “Alright, Tubbo, you came in last, you know what that means…” Tommy snickered as he leaned closer to Tubbo. The brunette simply laughed as he shoved Tommy’s face back. “Yeah, yeah, I owe you, but I have a feeling you’re gonna wanna cash that favor in now, aren’t you?” Tommy grinned mischievously in response. “Oh, you know me so well.”

Tommy and Tubbo scrambled off the couch and went to the living room as the other 4 continued to play. In a matter of no time Tommy was a giant, approximately 45 ft in height. Not huge, but big enough so that Tubbo had room in his stomach. And as soon as he reached that height, Tubbo shoved his arm in his mouth with a sly, silly grin. Tommy’s response to this was to close his mouth around Tubbo’s torso and slurp the rest of him in like a noodle, making the now much smaller boy burst into giggles. He licked him for a few minutes before getting impatient and swallowing him down, the now familiar feeling of the warm, squirming lump traveling down his throat bringing the shifter bliss. Tommy laid back, closed his eyes, and put a hand on his stomach as he felt Tubbo enter his belly, fully content to lay their the rest of the day.

“Tommy, get back in here, we’re starting another game!!” Tommy heard Wilbur shout. He peeked an eye open. Surely they knew he was giant right now, right? They had to have known what he and Tubbo had gone into the other room to do, they’d have to be stupid not to know. Tommy sighed and made his way back to the dining room where Mario Kart was set up, laying on his stomach (which Tubbo didn’t seem to mind, surprisingly), only bothering to fit his top half in the room. “Oh, there you are! Can you still use one of these?” Ranboo held a controller to Tommy, who’s face remained deadpan as he lifted his hand to compare it to the controller, which was barely the size of his finger nail. “Right, I guess that makes sense…” Ranboo continued a bit awkwardly. “You wanna just watch this round then, Toms?” Phil asked. Tommy shrugged and nodded as Techno started the game.

A few minutes later, Wilbur came out on top, with Ranboo being the loser. Tommy chuckled as Wilbur continued to gloat his victory to patronize Ranboo, when the mocking finally died down and the attention was surprisingly turned to him.

“Alright, Ranboo, new rule for the night: you lose, youre sleeping in the giant.” Wilbur said nonchalantly. Tommy’s face turned to one of utter confusion before he laughed a bit as an argument broke out between Wilbur and Ranboo. Ok, this could be something he could get behind. He was always up for the chance to nom his friends.

Soon Ranboo stared at Tommy with tired eyes as he pushed his lips open. Tommy quickly closed his mouth around the teen and threw his head back as hard as he could and swallowed down Ranboo in one gulp, taking Ranboo by surprise and making Wilbur lose it with laughter. Tommy rearranged himself as he felt Ranboo enter his stomach and Tubbo move over to make more room so that he was now lying on his back, watching the tv upside down. He looked down at his gut.

He had noted a while ago that 50ft was the minimum height he could be to swallow both Ranboo and Tubbo, that being the minimum height where they weren’t crowded and Tommy still felt full while not showing any signs of having eat someone from the outside. At his current 45ft, though, his friends started to make a bump on his gut. Nothing too noticeable unless someone was looking for it, but there nonetheless.

A few minutes later, Techno lost. “Alright, rules of the night, Techno,” Wilbur said as he shoved his twin brother towards Tommy, “down the hatch you go.” Techno just rolled his eyes, not excited or anything but seemingly not opposed to the idea. Tommy was beginning to think this wasn’t such a great idea anymore. Yeah, having two people fill his stomach was nice, but he was fairly certain that two was his max. It was already a little cramped as it was. God, if he even managed to fit Techno in their, would it give him a stomach ache? Tommy negotiated the idea of growing bigger so there’d be more room in his belly, but he had never attempted to shift with people in him, so he dropped the idea.

Nevertheless, a few moments later Tommy found himself watching the bulge of his stomach grow slightly, maybe a half inch to him, bigger as Techno entered his gut. The organ growled around its new occupant, probably realizing (just as Tommy had) that there was already to much stuff in his belly. Tommy drowsily rubbed his stomach and felt internal rubs back as he heard Phil shout from the couch, their last race seemingly over. Wilbur stood up and began shouting for a rematch. Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Rematch or not, one of them was going to end up in him, and he didn’t know if he could physically take that. He wasn’t sure where the point of unhealthy weight in someone’s stomach was, but he was sure he was close to reaching it. He’d never felt so full before, and he didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not. It’s didn’t hurt like he thought it would, and so much motion under his skin made a shiver run up his spine and melt his muscles in the best way possible. Of course, that could all change once a fourth person entered his stomach. He’d only ever eaten three at most, and at that point in time he was about 150-200 ft tall, so this get entirely different.

Phil proudly and snuggly pushed Wilbur towards Tommy, who readied himself as he picked up Wilbur and carefully placed him in his jaws. Tommy took slow, small swallows just in case any harsh or fast movements would give him a stomach ache. Phil seemed to notice his sons’s dilemma, though, and moved towards Tommy to rub his stomach, trying to push his occupants aside to make room for Wilbur, and making Tommy let out a sigh and start purring, to blissful to even feel embarrassed.

“Wil’s idea cause you a bellyache, mate?” Phil asked, continuing to rub Tommy’s gut as it swelled even more with Wilbur’s entry, giving another, louder low growl at the added weight. Tommy groaned slightly and nodded. Phil gave him a sympathetic smile and he placed his hands on the organ to rub it, and felt a second pair of hands rubbing from the inside. Tommy seemed to be on the verge if sleep, the over-stuffing making him drowsy.

“Does it hurt, Toms?” Tommy shook his head. “Then, do you mind if I go in?” Phil said as he laid a hand on Tommy’s gut. Tommy nodded as he picked Phil up, begrudgingly standing as best he could and moving to the living room where he could throw the couch cushions on the floor and make a makeshift bed, feeling the most likely equally drowsy people in his belly slide down the walls of the stomach as their surroundings shifted. Tommy soon felt them start to try and get into a comfortable position after having been moved, and out of curiosity looked down at his stomach. He was surprised to see that not only had Wilbur added probably another quarter inch to his distended gut, but he could make out their movements from inside him. To him, it only looked like his stomach had swollen about two inches bigger, but he could just barely make out when someone pushed at him or leaned their full body weight against his organ. It might have been somewhat disturbing to anyone other than Tommy, but at the moment, the young shifter was to entranced by the fact that now he could actually feel and see what was going on in his belly to care.

Once they reached the living room, Phil got gently popped into Tommy’s mouth as he began to take the couches apart before he was swallowed down, reaching the stomach within seconds, everyone else who had been eaten already fast alsesp. Phil chuckled as he felt his world shift as Tommy laid back down, rubbing what he assumed to be the front of the stomach.

“Hey, Toms?” “Yeah?” “How about next time, best two out of three?” Tommy only chuckled, poking where he felt Phil rubbing his stomach. “Oh, it’s so on.”