#omfg this is long I'm sorry

[exastrisnonnocere]

||| @primitiveside

The Ravenger is a hulk of a ship, bulbous and heavy-boweled like a bloated carcass drifting on the tides of stars in the emptiest reaches of space. She is a gleaming amalgamation of stolen parts and scavenged hull, scraped together over the long, storied lifetime of her captain, J'aku Niir. He is old for a merchant captain, bulky and lumbering like the ship itself, his dark hair touched by streaks of gray and his viridian skin set with the deep crags of age. Age doesn't mean much to him, though, not when it comes to a payday. Silas knows that from experience.

He knows it very well.

The details are fuzzy on their most recent pickup -- a single individual on bounty that cost the crew more than their fair share of bodies in the process. J'aku had been annoyed after, had bent his ear about the fucking dog, the fucking stray he had invited onto his beloved ship, and how had he repaid this hospitality? Like all dogs, of course. Uncivilized, untrained, leaving a trail of its mess up and down his hallowed halls. Silas had listened with little affect, well accustomed to the old Orion's temper after several months under his heel. He had not asked questions. He had not complained when J'aku took out those frustrations on him.

But he had been curious.

Very rarely would an Orion slaver like J'aku go out of his way for a bounty; they are not mercenaries themselves and pirates have little interest in law and order, so the only value in such an endeavor is playing middleman to another merc for a percentage of the take. If the percentage is worth a few dead crewmen, then the bounty itself has to be impressive. Thus, as he is escorted down into the cargo hold by a pair of J'aku's grunts, Silas is curious.

The cells are small and close together, a winding collection of heavy doors along a narrow corridor that spirals into the deepest, darkest parts of the ship. Framed by some of the barred windows are the wan, dejected faces of their contents, the various alien cargo of J'aku's humanoid trafficking enterprise. Some of them reach out for him, some scream and cry, adding to the desperate wailing that rises up out of the Ravenger's deep, hellish gullet. Others are silent. The silent ones know better.

They come to a stop. One of the grunts unlocks the cell, while the other hands Silas a battered black medical bag and jerks sharply at the leather leash snapped to his neck.

"No funny business, Fleetbag," he growls, "clean 'em up. Get out."

The leash comes off, leaving Silas in the steel collar and his usual tattered blacks as he steps into the cell, a shiver of distaste creeping up his spine at the familiar, claustrophobic surroundings. They close and lock the door behind him.

Better another dead dog than one of them.

[lockewrites]

Reader giving Halsin a massage

Reader (gender not specified) x Halsin || Semi-NSFW (suggestive) || 1332 words AO3

POST-GAME SPOILERS FOR HALSIN

From @thecaptainsassistant (it won't let me properly tag you D:) - Hi, I saw you posted recently about HalsinxReader oneshots and was wondering if you'd be willing to write one with a human femReader ranger giving Halsin a back-rub (can be any degree of citrus rating you like). Have a lovely day!

You find yourself watching him without meaning to, your eyes often idly drifting to his form whenever he’s near and his attention is not yours to claim. A book had been keeping you company for some time as you sought quiet from the bustle of refugees attempting to reclaim some semblance of stability in Thaniel’s realm, but Halsin rarely stops for breath. Constantly hurrying from place to place, ensuring all were taken care of; exhausting to watch, let alone experience, but it warms your heart all the same… as well as casts worry in your mind.

Hunched over his desk, his hand moves fiercely back and forth as he pens his thoughts and plans, always anticipating the next step, the possible consequences, whose skills would suit the task best. The quill against the scroll echoes in the room, and you can’t help but shake your head. He simply never stops.

The book closes with a soft thump, and you place it on the end table before approaching Halsin. As you near, his posture shifts, straightening and turning slightly to glance at you from the corner of his gaze. Even with the weight of this new responsibility, the distractions and obligations, he never loses sight of you.

“What is it, my heart?” he asks, the scratching of the quill finally halting.

You rest your backside against the edge of his desk and look down at him, one of the few times you don’t need to crane your neck to meet his hazel eyes. Reaching out, your fingers cup his jaw, your palm on his chin as your thumb trails across his lips. Gaze taking him in, you note the shadows beneath his eyes, the tinge of pink in his sclera, and a new heaviness in the rise and fall of his breaths.

“You need to rest,” you say, voice quiet yet firm.

“I will,” he replies as he presses a fleeting kiss against your thumb.

“Now,” you insist, gripping his chin gently, as if to punctuate the word.

Halsin smiles, but it’s not enough to hide the weariness that holds him. He places the quill in the inkpot as his other hand rests on your thigh; you know the movement well, an attempt at distracting you from your concerns. Not a promise of intimacy, as that would draw him away from his duties, but an intimate enough gesture he knows has an effect on you. You can’t think of your worry for him if you’re too focused on his touch, what those fingers have done, what those fingers could do.

Your eyes flicker to his hand before returning to his gaze; your expression is wholly unimpressed.

“I will be finished shortly,” he promises.

He’s an honest man and would typically never dare make such false utterances toward you, but the integrity is pliant when it comes to his own well-being. It’s a lie he’s told you numerous times, and after the first few, you learned it’s never ‘shortly.’

You’re not without your own techniques, however. Pushing off the desk, you step behind him, your hand sliding down his neck and resting just beneath his collarbones as the other joins it; your arms around him, his warmth spilling into your chest as you embrace him from behind.

His muscles shift beneath you as he leans back and places his hands over yours, the tautness in his movements noticeable even through your clothing.

You slip your hands from his and move them to his shoulders, giving a tentative squeeze before kneading the hard flesh under your fingers.

An involuntary groan escapes him, his head falling forward in an instant.

“It’ll take me longer if you continue distracting me,” he warns, though the way his head sways ever-slightly as your fingers work at his stressed muscles betrays the insincerity in his words.

A smile plays on your lips, knowing he won’t deny you much longer. Halsin had always been so pliant under your touch, though it wasn’t until more recently you had realized. Leaning down, your lips press against the back of his neck, the sun-kissed skin warm and filling your senses with hints of oak and herbs; you breathe him in, the scent having become your home after all you’d been through.

Your hands continue massaging away his stress, earning you more poorly stifled moans. He’s losing this battle, and you both know it.

Halsin’s loose hair falls over your fingers as his head tips backward; he looks at you with that hazel gaze, his eyes holding a mix of adoration and exasperation.

With a smirk, you lower your face to his, claiming a kiss that he immediately melts into.

“Come on,” you insist after you pull away. “And I’ll finish what I started.”

He blinks at you a few times before sighing and pushing away from the desk.

Taking his hand, you lead him to the bed but stop him before he can sit. You undo the laces of his tunic, pushing the fabric to the floor and exposing his beautiful torso. After a greedy glance, you motion for him to lie down as you pull a bottle of oil from your nightstand.

“On your stomach.” Your voice is soft but commanding, and he obeys with a chuckle.

Once he’s settled, you climb onto the bed and straddle his thick waist, letting most of your weight rest against him.

“Not often I’m the one face down on the bed,” Halsin remarks, and though you can’t see it, you hear the smile in his voice.

You hum and tilt your head, admiring him beneath you. “It’s quite a view,” you reply as you rub the oil between your fingers.

The smell of lavender and orchid fills the air as you press your fingers into his skin; it doesn’t take long to find knots, the weight of rebuilding Reithwin and caring for those brought over from Baldur’s Gate heavy on his broad shoulders. While the land healed and continues to do so, and Halsin and you escape the town on occasion and venture into the land’s wilderness, it’s not quite enough to free either of you, but especially Halsin, of the constant worries that come with such a responsibility.

He doesn’t speak, and other than his occasional relaxed hum that vibrates beneath your hands, the room is quiet. Peaceful and withdrawn enough that it feels as though you two are in your own world, and you adore these moments. Halsin is hesitant to express such sentiments, but you know he would have collapsed under the pressure he places upon himself if not for these escapes.

You pay no mind to the time past, only stopping once your fingers and arm risk giving out.

He peeks backward at you. “Finished already?” he teases as you shake out your arms.

There was once a time he’d have fought you on pampering him so, but it was a fight he soon conceded when he learned you would never give up and it makes you happy; not to mention, it provides an excuse for him to return the favor, though he rarely needs one as he’s always seeking ways to pleasure you, whether innocently or intimately.

His back arches in, the muscles rippling as he stretches under you. Your legs lift you upward as you move to get off him, and in a moment, he flips onto his back and grabs your hips, forcing you to stay in place. For such a large elf, you never cease to be amazed at how dexterously he moves.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Halsin asks, smirking and raising a brow.

Tilting your head, you return the smile. “I figured you’d want to get right to sleep after such an exhaustive massage.”

His eyebrows shift and furrow, his fingers sliding down across your thighs and sending immediate heat through you.

“First,” he begins, his eyes traveling up your body, only serving to fill your cheeks with warmth, “I must show my thanks properly.”

[deoidesign]

Hello! I just discovered your blog and I immediately became captivated by your webcomic, but I'm unsure where to read all of it. I know it's on Webtoons, but I can see it hasn't been updated for a while, and you still post about it.

Are your physical novels just prints of the webcomic? Are they a continuation? Is the story complete? Thanks in advance!

Hi there!

Glad you found me and are enjoying my comic!

It's only on webtoons, and the story is not complete yet! We're 2/3 of the way through right now. It's currently on hiatus, and it's scheduled to come back in about 2 months!

I'll explain why it's been so long if you're curious, but also for my followers who might also be wondering about it under the cut. Sorry, it's pretty much just me complaining haha

I took a month off I took 2 months to get the books printed I took a month to prepare my next comic and I took 2 months to write the rest of the series (I knew the character arcs I wanted, but not the time periods or mysteries!!!) I've been working on actual episodes since then

I had to take some time off because of some pretty extreme burnout due to the sheer amount of work it was to draw over 800 pages and write 6 complete stories in a year and a half... I was getting sick almost weekly due to the overwork, it was really really bad honestly. I was having to work 60+ hours every week just to keep up...

The nature of the comic itself is also difficult... Each of the arcs is a complete, self contained story which can be read (ideally) without context, and my arcs need to be about 10-13 episodes each... And since I have an exact number of episodes to work with, it's even harder.

It takes a ton of planning and a ton of refinement, and working week to week with no breaks I was forced to put out second or even first drafts, so I just wasn't happy with the work I was doing... And to do that for the rest of the series? I wouldn't be proud of the work I did.

Plus... To be entirely honest, webtoon has treated me quite badly IN MY OPINION... They deprioritized me before I launched (I had to beg for more promotion, I'm not exaggerating), they outright denied me the opportunity to even ask for a raise, I don't make any money on fast pass and they pay me less than my partner makes working at trader joes. My first editor left me completely hanging, my second editor (who I loved) was fired... And they told me I wouldn't get a third season before my first season even finished. So it was just repeatedly completely demoralizing.

I'm sorry it has taken so long, it'll have been 10 months by the time I come back. But I realized... I won't get promotion either way. I won't get more episodes either way. I won't get more money either way. So to finish everything, to make it feel good, to make it something I'm proud of, I chose to take longer to make it better.

I am fully aware I will lose a significant amount of my readership for this and it might genuinely affect my career moving forward. But it's what I had to do! So I'm sticking to my guns on it, and I'm confident long term it'll be worth it. It never could have been this good if I didn't take this much time.

[haniwabun]

▽ 10 Monster?/ Fusion

Art collaboration with @the-abominable-avian 💖

"there have been many rumors of a.... 'monster' of some sort in the subway tunnels recently..."

an upcoming submas AU is in the making...

[myymi]

uHHHH if ur still doing requests about tails teaching knuckles how to play a video game

(ps -love ur writing, keep it up)

sonic makes a cameo btw, hope you don't mind

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“I don’t understand the point of this, Tails.” Knuckles mumbled, watching as the fox powered on the tablet he was holding. He doesn’t think it’s the younger’s main tablet, as this one is red and a lot bigger.

“It’s fun!” Tails smiled as he swiped through the gallery of games downloaded, “We just gotta find something you’d like,” He hummed as continued looking.

The echidna sighed and placed a hand on the kit’s shoulder, guiding him to sit on the top stair of the shrine.

“Here,” The kid smiled, handing the tablet over to the older once he sat down, “let’s try this one out!”

Knowing he couldn’t say no to the fox, Knuckles took the tablet carefully and squinted at the screen. It had gone from the bright white to more colorful scenery, showcasing an island, “Animal Crossing?”

“It’s a more relaxed game,” Tails explained as he crossed his legs underneath one another, “I think it’s a good one to try out first.”

“If you say so,” The teen shrugged, tapping the button that read ‘new game’, raising a brow when it did nothing.

He heard the fox giggling beside him, “You have to use the buttons on the controller.” He said before reaching over and pressing the ‘A’ button.

“That seems pointless.” Knuckles grumbled, eyes staying focused on the screen.

“You have to use the buttons for everything in this game,” Tails said with a shrug, “thinking about it, it wouldn’t work all too well if you just tapped the screen for everything.”

Choosing to ignore what the fox had said, the teen squinted at the screen when he saw a character come up and start talking to him. 

“Tom Nook?” He questioned, shaking his head, “an odd name.” 

 “The names aren’t all that important.” Tails said, leaning against the older. 

“What is the objective of this, Tails?” Knuckles asked, looking at his brother. 

“Your goal is to build up your island,” The kit explained, “y’know, making it livable for the villagers.” 

“The island is inhabited?” The echidna asked as he continuously pressed the ‘A’ button, not caring to read any of the dialog. 

“Well, it is now.” Tails shrugged, pointing at the avatars on screen, “by you, Tom, Timmy, Tommy, and two other randomized villagers.” 

“Why?” Knuckles turned to look at the younger, “There are plenty of other places they could’ve lived, why take over an island?” 

“Uhh,” Tails probably should’ve thought this through a bit more, “well, the island needs someone to take care of it, right? Make sure it isn’t overgrown, trees are able to grow healthily, etc.” 

Knuckles hummed, looking back at the screen, “I suppose you’re right.” 

The kit just smiled up at him, wrapping his tails around the two of them. He turned back to the screen, reading as much of the next he could before the teen skipped past. 

When they were through all of the text, Knuckles turned to the younger to ask what the next step was, but the fox was already speaking. 

“Now you get to see which villagers you’re starting with,” Tails said, pointing to the left joystick, “use that to go up to them, then press A to talk to ‘em.” 

With a sigh, the echidna did as he was told and ran up to the lion wearing a bright green shirt. 

“Oh, that’s Bud!” Tails said with a smile before adding, “I think you’ll like him.”

“Hmm.. I trust your judgment.” Knuckles mumbled before pressing ‘A’ to talk to Bud.

Noticing the older was taking the time to read the dialog because of him, the fox gave a smile as he leaned against the other. He stayed quiet, unless Knuckles specifically asked for his help with something.

——

“I still can’t believe you actually taught Knux how to play a video game.” Sonic said, shaking his head. He and Tails were at Angel Island for a visit, which the oldest had paused for a minute so he could check on his virtual island.

It had been a few weeks since Tails showed the echidna how to play Animal Crossing and, from what he could tell, Knuckles really enjoyed it!

“Anyone can learn how to play a game,” Tails shrugged his shoulders, glancing over at the echidna, “you just gotta find the right game for them.”

“And you figured a calm game was the right one?” The hedgehog raised his brow at his brother, “Do we know the same Knuckles?”

The kit rolled his eyes, using his elbow to nudge the older, “Knuckles is calm! You just always push his patience!”

“Whatever you say, l’il bro.” Sonic laughed when he received a punch in his arm in place over the gentle nudge, looking over at Knuckles as he rejoined the group.

“Hey!” Tails greeted, a bright, innocent smile on his face as if he didn’t just punch the hedgehog, “Everyone alright?”

Knuckles gave a curt nod, “They are good. They seem happy with the decorations I’ve added.”

“You’ll have to show me all your new stuff soon!” The kit said as they sat down on the ground, getting ready for lunch, “That includes your new villagers.”

Sonic snorted from his spot to the right of the fox, “You’re telling me he let’s people stay on the island?”

The echidna rolled his eyes, “I’m fine with people being on my island, hedgehog. Just not you.”

“What?” The teen reeled back, an exaggerated gasp leaving his mouth, “I’ve saved this island so many times, dude!”

“You would ruin the grass with all of your running.” The older pointed out, a small smirk on face proving he didn’t really mean what he was saying. Not entirely, at least.

“You’d just do some ancient echidna spell to fix ‘em.” Sonic joked, shooting a wink at the youngest.

“You know that’s not possible.” The smirk fell from Knuckles’ face. He was starting to get annoyed.

Tails sighed, bringing his knees up to his chest as he continued to watch his hero annoy their older brother until his temper snapped. It didn’t take long for Knuckles to take a swing at Sonic, since he knew all the perfect ways to push the echidna over the edge.

Figuring they’d be at it for a while, the kit got up from his spot and flew to the top of the Master Emerald’s shrine, picking up the red tablet and plopping himself on the top step.

He’ll just have to give himself a tour of Knuckles’ island.

[aftokrator-official]

hi I can't remember if I asked you this before (I don't think I did but maybe?), is there any good way that you know of to get into the arknights story & characters without having to play the actual games?? like is there an organized database of all the little cutscenes and whatever that I can page through or something..... I like a lot of the character designs and would love to have enough baseline knowledge to potentially get into shipping some girls together (I tend to need a lot of canon familiarity before I can get invested 😔) but I hate phone games and I hate gacha and I don't want to actually play the game >_>

Yes there is! This site has all of the story content archived, including all the images and bgm/sfx, I highly recommend it (and use it a lot myself, because sometimes I just want to read a storyline all at once without playing tower defense stages in between, or vice versa.) The cutscenes aren't voiced and are presented in visual novel format, so there's not really any downside to reading them this way. And the wiki has all the operator files and a lot of nice writeups on lore and background info.

There's also some official manga that's online - I highly recommend the Rhine Lab manga in particular, it's fantastic, and shouldn't be missed especially if you're here for the yuri. Honestly if you read nothing else, read the Rhine Lab storylines, they're that good.

Oh, there's also an anime adaptation that covers the first few chapters of the main story, I thought it was pretty good. I watched it with my best friend who hasn't played the game and she thought it was great, so should be accessible even if you don't know the story. Personally I think the early main story chapters have some of the weakest writing in the game, so I think the anime makes a good alternative, but ymmv.

Aside from the main story, the event stories (Vignette and Side Story in the story reader site) can be grouped into several different story arcs that work best chronologically, but you can read them in any order really and there's no harm in skipping ones you're not feeling.

vague suggested reading order for the different story arcs below the cut cause this is getting too long lmao

anything not mentioned here is standalone. that, or I just forgot about it lol.

Main story: ch0-3/anime season 1 -> ch4-6/anime season 2 -> ch7-8 -> ch9-12 - A Walk in Dust, Darknights Memoir, and Vigilo are good to read before chapter 9 - What the Firelight Casts is best read after chapter 9

Rhine Lab: Rhine Lab manga -> Mansfield Break -> Dorothy's Vision -> Lone Trail

Kazimierz: Maria Nearl -> Pinus Silvestris -> Near Light -> Obscure Wanderer

Abyssal Hunters: Grani and the Knights' Treasure -> Under Tides -> Stultifera Navis

Laterano: Guide Ahead -> Hortus de Escapismo

Acahualla: The Great Chief Returns -> Ideal City: Endless Carnival

Yan/Sui siblings: Ancient Forge -> Who is Real -> Invitation to Wine -> Where Vernal Winds Will Never Blow -> A Death in Chunfen

Siesta: Heart of Surging Flame -> So Long, Adele

[pensivespacepirate]

AM I IN FUCKING ESKEW AGAIN

[peach-bobatea]

**(Trigger warning: SA mention(ed once))**

Idk how to start these kinds of posts, so I'm going to start off with my thoughts about the situation, because I'm at my breaking point.

First off, I'd like to say how fucking pissed I am to see people harassing and sending death threats to others for liking a character from Outlast, where pretty much *everyone is fucking horrible.* I'm assuming the people who do so are not used to fandoms like Outlast, but oh my god it's gone way too far. Why harass someone for liking a fictional character?

On that note, I'd like to discuss Coyle a little bit, concerning the people who have admitted to liking him openly getting harassed. I like him. I have ever since the closed beta came out. Most of us are aware that he's a horrible person, but so many of you think that we like him because of the things he's done, when no, that's not the case. We don't like him because he was a Klan member, we don't like him because he is a domestic abuser. Most of us like him because he's an attractive character, and he has an interesting story. People might just like him because he's their type. it doesn't have to go any deeper than that. Can't we like horrible characters anymore without being harassed?

Also, a lot of these people who seem to think that we like him because of the things he's done, seem to think that because we like him, it means it *must* align with our morals, when no, that's not how that works. I'm not entirely sure if these people are that stupid, or they just refuse to use their brains. I have seen someone call people who like Coyle racist over little to no evidence, it's just because they think that he's a disgusting character, it must mean that anyone who likes him is the same way. That's just stupid. Plain stupid.

Now, my personal thoughts about Coyle because I've been keeping them all bottled up.

As someone who's liked him ever since the closed beta, I can tell you that I fell in love with him *before* his lore was released. At the time, all I knew was that he SA'd people and was sadistic. When his lore *did* finally came out, I legitimately felt heartbroken. So I can tell you with complete certainty, that most people who *do* like him, don't like him because of the terrible things he's done, it's because we were just attracted to his character. And also, I've seen some people say that we should just stop being connected/loving him because of his backstory. I can tell you right now, that that's not how it fucking works. You can't just cut yourself off from a character immediately, especially if you're extremely connected to the said character.

And to the people saying that we "romanticize", "sexualize", and "glorify" Coyle (I'm using Coyle as another example, because that's pretty much all I see mentioned when people complain, besides the few people who complain about Eddie simps/stans), we don't do that by simply ignoring what he's done. We do realize he's bad, and we don't need to hyperfocus on those specific traits of his backstory or character. We also aren't saying anything he has done or does is a good thing that should be followed, we are simply ignoring those parts because they aren't really plot-important, nor do they really need attention.

Now.... Considering that the people have been harassing (indirectly or directly I don't care) others have liked and posted characters such as Nurse Sally and Val, I don't think their opinions are the most valid. I might be wrong, please correct me if I am. People who have attachments to/are attracted to a horrible character aren't immediately horrible themselves. I can promise you, most people who like horrible, disgusting characters aren't like them at all.

Now about the Proshipper bs, I'm not going to talk about that, because I have little knowledge about it. About Dead Dove fics on the other hand, nobody is forcing you to read those fics. It's completely *your* fault for not reading the tags in advance, it's not the writers' or other consumers' fault. Dead Dove literally means that there are going to be dark subjects in the fanfic, don't complain once you read it and see dark subjects like the tag had told you beforehand.

Coyle himself, is a terrible, *terrible* man. But that doesn't mean we have to focus on him being horrible *all* the time. There are plenty of characters who are almost exactly the same, or are worse. You can't control or police who other people can love vs who they can't, especially not in the outlast fandom, where most of the characters are horrible in their own right. You may not be into certain characters, but that doesn't mean you can harass and send death threats to others who do.

(I apologize if this wasn't as coherent as I hoped :'))

[chaoslynx]

Aww the fanart with asheiji and kids... <3 It gave me an idea for a fic: Ash and Eiji's child(ren) notice that something isn't going right in one of their friends' life. Obviously they're too young and naive to realize that their friend is being abused at home. But Ash sees, and knows... Merry XMas and Happy New Year!

About an AshEiji [child], I'd like the name Layla for a daughter. Aslan (or Arslan/Arsalan, which is a Turkish name and not Hebrew like Yoshida thought) is the hero of a popular Persian epic. And Layla is from a famous Arab piece, Layla and Majnun, the middle-eastern version of Romeo and Juliet.

Ash has noticed that Layla's been a little ... off, for a while.

She's always bene a little introspective for her age, and generally just a good kid. Gets that from being raised by Eiji, Ash guesses. No way someone raised by someone that good could end up with a cruel bone in their body, even if Ash is the other parent. At least, that's what Ash has to keep telling himself to try to get the idea that Layla won't end up like him.

But she's been even more withdrawn lately, like she's thinking about something beyond her years.

Ash doesn't like it.

It's not quite familiar in a way that's especially concerning to him, but it's uncomfortable enough to see that he's worried. And she's been brushing him off when he asks, but he's determined to get through to her. Layla is his daughter, after all, as weird of a situation as that is for him to realize sometimes.

"Hey kiddo," he says one day, when she gets home from elementary. "You okay if we do an ice cream check in?" It's a keyword of sorts between the three of them—Eiji included—that started just due to Layla's love of ice cream. It became an easy way to talk to her about anything serious or seemingly scary. Spoonful of sugar type of situation. The ice cream makes everything a little more palatable.

But Layla frowns, now, and hugs her knees to her chest. "I dunno," she admits.

"We don't have to, but I do think it would be helpful to talk some things out, yeah? Something's on your mind."

She pouts.

"Am I wrong?" Ash says, not pushing too hard, but just a small challenge.

"Dummy," Layla mumbles. "How'd you know?"

"Hey, language," Ash says, halfhearted. Like he hasn't said worse in front of her. "Come on, let's get some ice cream and talk stuff out."

Once they're settled in with their bowls, Ash waits for Layla to speak first. She already knows that he's wanting a conversation here, since he essentially used the parent equivalent of the safe word they gave her to get her out of any situation without others picking up on it. He's inviting her to say anything and everything on her mind, but he's going to let her do it on her terms.

"... It's my friend at school," Layla says after a few bites.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Ash reminds her softly. "What's going on with your friend?"

"He's just"—Layla makes a face—"I dunno."

Ash feels a flare of anger for a moment. "Is he bullying you?"

But Layla quickly shakes her head, barely sparing this kid from the wrath of Ash Lynx. "No, more like I'm worried he might be getting bullied. Or ... something." She frowns down into her bowl, and Ash can feel his entire demeanor shift.

Ash goes almost deadly quiet for a moment, thinking of how to approach this. He can't make assumptions too quickly, but he does know that they've taught Layla enough of how to speak up for herself and what healthy friendships should look like that she's probably right if she thinks that something's wrong.

Taking a slow breath, Ash reminds himself that he needs to not scare Layla here as well. He doesn't want her to worry any more than she already is—she's such a good kid, but it isn't her responsibility to be looking after her classmates. If she's right about this—or, rather, if Ash is right about what he thinks Layla might be saying—then the adults in her classmate's life have failed him.

Ash knows what that's like.

"... What's got you worried?" Ash asks gently. "Maybe I can help him, or we can figure out someone who can."

Layla thoughtfully scoops another spoonful of ice cream. "Well," she starts, "he seems to get hurt a lot at home."

Ash's temper flares for a moment, and it takes everything in him to remember that Layla's probably talking about the normal bumps and bruises that happen with the accidents of childhood.

Except, apparently, enough of them to worry her.

"What kind of hurt?" Ash asks.

Layla drops her spoon and runs her hands up her arms. "Like here," she explains. She taps her wrists with the opposite hands. "And here."

"Like bruises?"

Nodding, Layla says, "Like when I fell down."

Ash winces thinking of it even now—Layla fell out of her bunk bed once a few months ago. She wasn't badly injured, but she did have some really bad bruising.

"And he always seems scared in P.E.," Layla continues. "I don't know what's wrong, but ... something, I think."

Ash winces, thinking of his own experiences with sports at that age. There could be any number of reasons why a kid might not be fond of physical education, but ... it's definitely not a good sign.

Ash swallows. "Thank you for trusting me with all of this, sweetie. I'm going to see what we can do, okay? We'll make sure he's okay."

" 'Kay!" Layla says immediately. She trusts Ash so strongly that all the worry she's been showing recently seems to melt out of her. She kicks her legs back and forth, enjoying her ice cream.

... Well, Ash has a new goal. Ethical routes first: he'll bring it to the school's attention first, and then follow up with a social worker and the ChildHelp hotline.

And, if all else fails, there's still a little bit of Ash Lynx left in him these days. He's gotten his hands dirty before, and he's not afraid to do it again. Not if it means he can help someone like who he used to be.

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Arabian Nights AU (Turtle of choice x F!Reader) - Ch.3

After uh ..... 4 years of staying in my drafts, here’s the next chapter fsndfbsdjfbsd. (Yep, started that AU in 2019 <__< ...)

Last chapter we spent some time with Raph and Donnie, now it’s Leo and Mikey’s turns !!

Reminder that this story is going to be a sort of “choose your own adventure/romance” kinda thing. “But Mama Vee, can I romance more than one turtle?” No. ‘cause, hell, that’d be too much work x’D Stick with one and read the story again if you want to romance another 👏 it’ll be indicated at the start of chapters whenever such choice is required.

Ch.1 || Ch.2

The next day you woke up with the sun, the whole world ever so silent - frozen in gold. You couldn’t help the feeling of being called by the oasis, the view of water ever so relaxing. It didn’t take long before you made your way to the luscious garden surrounding the source, walking barefeet into the fresh grass. A calm sigh escaped your lips as you stopped into a ray of light, closing your eyes and simply taking the moment in. Peace...

“Can you breathe any louder?”

You jumped slightly, unaware that you were not alone. Your gaze rapidly scanned the place and that’s when you found one of the turtles on a large, flat rock, a little farther from your position. It was Leo, the creature seated in a meditative posture, the back of his hands placed on his knees, palms up to the sky. You made your way to him, already apologizing:

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here...”

As you got before him, the blue clad turtle cracked open an eye, next showing a grin.

“Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. ... It’s not everyday I get some company this early.”

He gestured the empty space next to him on the rock.

“Come. Sit with me.”

You accepted the invitation, taking place and giving a chance for silence to settle once more. You tried to mimic Leo’s posture - after making sure that his eyes were truly closed. It was ... strangely relaxing! Your palms turned to the world, your energy felt like a stream; coursing through your veins in a beautiful flow. And to feel the turtle’s presence and own energy in return somehow made you feel empowered. This creature you first met in fear was now an unexpected source of comfort...

“Donnie explained the situation to me last night,” calmly started the other, getting you out of your reverie. “... The voyage is feasible, but not without any danger. ... Raiders travel in large groups and are often merciless. We are but just four soldiers that can do so little much.”

“Don’t you have any allies that could help?” you asked, looking back at him. “There must be people that fight for the same ideals as yours.”

His blue eyes fell on you, ever so calm and poised.

“Of course. ... But they are far and by the time they would arrive, your people would be long gone by then. ... We are sadly alone in this case.”

A small frown invaded your traits, your heart suddenly beating hard.

“Let me help. Let me accompany you and fight!”

A stifled laugh escaped the terrapin, but it quickly died as he knew you were truly sincere.

“Do you at least know how to handle a weapon?”

“I’ve handled sickles in the fields to help my family during harvest!”

“But can you kill? Can you look into someone’s eyes and see their last light flicker away as you emptied them of their blood?”

He had asked that while slightly leaning towards you as a way to emphazise his words. You were speechless, finally looking away in defeat.

“I- ... I don’t know,” you mumbled. Although you looked back to him with confidence. “But I need to do something. I need to help my people and I will not stand on the sideline.”

The turtle smirked, getting back into his previous position.

“Your words have power in them, but who knows if they will translate properly into actions? ... I cannot say if you’re ready, but I might know who will.”

“Who?”

***

You met Mikey, as per Leo’s request, a bit later in the morning. As you approached an interior courtyard, you were first greeted by the soft thump echoes of arrows getting stuck into targets. Your eyes finally landed on the orange clad terrapin, taking a moment to observe his form as he was nocking another arrow to his bow. Although the smallest amongst his brothers (but still taller than you), Mikey’s body was toned to perfection - remaining an actual threat to any wrongdoers. Only wearing loose pants, but still adorning golden jewelry to complement his style, you could only admire such a force of nature being so at ease in his environment. Readying his bow, the flex of his arms had you gulping in no time, trailing your gaze along the lines of his scales glistening under the morning sun. His breathing slowed down, taking a moment to properly aim. And with a sharp air intake, he released the arrow, which successfully planted itself near the center of his makeshift target.

“Impressive,” you couldn’t help yourself.

The turtle rolled his shoulders, his radiant smile appearing in an instant.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked.

A slight blush rose on your cheeks, diverting your eyes. But you still walked into view and closer to the terrapin.

“... I didn’t mean to intrude or be impolite.”

“Nah, don’t beat yourself over that. If I can enjoy looking at someone, I sure hope others can enjoy me in return,” he winked.

He got another arrow out, preparing himself for another shot.

“Leo briefly told me about testing you over, right as I got out of my room,” he continued, closing an eye to get a better focus. “But I don’t see why, really.”

Mikey let loose once again, hitting close to the center. He then looked back over to you, this feeling of respect in his gaze.

“You survived the desert. To me, you’re strong already.”

You smiled politely, but that didn’t stop brief flashbacks from your time under the scorching sun and heat to get to your thoughts.

“Maybe it’s more luck than actual strength,” you said. “It felt quite like hell out there...”

The terrapin’s traits softened, offering you his bow.

“Then maybe you’ll be our lucky charm in our upcoming quest,” he added. “Let’s see how you fare first with a weapon.”

You briefly hesitated before holding the bow, having rarely got any chances to actually wield one - except the short one your father had for hunting. The weapon felt a bit heavier, yet its shape was easy to place in your hands.

“I’m a bit rusty with bows, unfortunately,” you confessed, testing the chord and getting into an aiming position.

Mikey got closer, his touch gentle as he properly placed your arms and posture.

“Keep your firing arm’s forearm in a straight line, lining it perfectly with an arrow - up to your ear. Twist that holding arm a liiiiiiiittle towards the inside - there we go.”

His proximity brought heat all over your body, feeling much more confident already with his encouragements. He next handed you an arrow, making sure it was properly nocked. The turtle’s arms were now extending with yours, mimicking you posture, standing right behind you.

“That’s it,” he said calmly. “Center yourself and extend your sight to where you wanna hit. Stop any shakiness by holding your breath...”

You felt like your arms were about to snap at any moment, the tension even greater than what you had experienced before with your father’s bow. You held your breath in, finally focusing your shot.

“Shoot,” simply commanded Mikey with a confident smile.

You released, the sharp sound of the string’s release thumping loud in your brain for a brief second. The arrow nearly missed the target, only to land in its larger, near-end, circle. You finally breathed out, although disappointed.

“Not bad!”

“That was atrocious,” you added, gazing back at the male.

“No need to be harsh on yourself,” teased Mikey. “At least I know you have some skills that can be worked on.”

You handed the bow back to the terrapin, stretching your arms afterward.

“I may have more luck  with shorter weapons,” you stated. “Like I mentionned to Leo, I handled sickles in the fields. I’m used to them.”

Mikey’s smile turned slightly flirtatious: “Oh, close combat, I like that too,” he ended with a quick wink. But his attention soon diverted as he proceeded to detach the quiver resting at his waist. “Although I think the best one to test you on that would be Raph - to which I’ll say good luck trying to convince him that you have any worth.”

How could you even spar with such a mountain, anyway?

“... If that’s what it takes to show you guys that I can defend myself and help, then so be it.”

“And that’s what I wanted to hear,” encouraged Mikey. “You’ve got spirits. It’s something you’ll need along the way.”

He rested his bow and arrows to a nearby weapon rack, next gesturing you to follow him.

“Now come! I think we deserve a lil’ break. Care for something to eat?”

You smiled, getting to his side and walking with him.

“Absolutely! Lead the way.”

((TO BE CONTINUED))

[h0estar]

NORAGAMI Chapter 104-2 Raw Thoughts

Disclaimer: Long ass wall of ALL-CAPS text. I literally typed this down after I read the chapter so there could be wrong interpretations here (100% affected by my feelings and stupidity bc i read the chapter and cried the moment Yukine appeared up till that last panel 🥲). Read at your own risk lmfao.

I AM TRTING TO PROCESS WHATWVER IS LEFT OF MY EMOTIONS. MY BABY, YUKINE IS BACK 😭 HE SAVED YATO I'M SOCBEJFJWJDKEKFKKED

NO BC THE LINE I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR FROM YUKINE FOR SO LONG. I FINALLY GOT IT. "Reality is so much brighter" NO ONE TOUCH ME.

NO BC HE FINALLY REALIZED THAT EVEN THO HE IS DEAD IN THE REAL WORLD, YATO TELLING HIM TO LIVE AS A PERSON ALONG WITH THE LIFE HE HAS SHARED W YATO SO FAR HAS BEEN SO MUCH BRIGHTER 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH BRO THE WAY HE SAID ALL THAT AND THE WAY HE WAS SO OPEN W HIS FEELINGS AND EVEN IN HIS AYAKASHI FORM HE DIDNT MANAGE TO BLIGHT YATO EVEN THO HE WAS ANGRY BC HE WAS TRULY SORRY FOR WHAT HE DID AND I KNOW, I JUST KNOW I'M 1000% CERTAIN THAT YATO NO LONGER CARES ABT ANY OF THAT. HE COULDNT CARE LESS IF HIS BELOVED SHINKI BLIGHTED THE FUCK OUT OF HIM TO DEATH, HE'S JUST HAPPY AND RELIEVED THAT YUKINE CAME BACK TO HIM AND THEY'RE FINALLY RECONCILED AND REUNITED 😭😭😭😭

BRO I AM TOO 😭😭😭 I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS FIWJCKEKCIDID AND THE WAY YATO FUCKING TEARED UP AND REACHED OUT FOR YUKINE IN HIS BABY FORM PLS IT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER I AM SOBBING. I AM GONNA TAKE ALL THIS IN BEFORE THE TRIO REUNITES AND I DON'T WANT IT TO HAPPEN JUST YET FR BC I WANT TO CHERISH THIS MOMENT BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH UGH CJWJCKEKFJRNCNDJCJFKDKF GHERE WERE SM THINGS HAPPENING THIS CHAPTER ABT YUKINE THAT I JUST WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABT. HE SAID HE WAS ANGRY. HE DIDNT SAY SORRY BC HE WAS ANGRY. HE SAID SORRY BC OF WHAT HE DID BC OF HIS ANGER. AND THIS IS THE MESSAGE I ALWAYS LOVED ABT NORAGAMI. THE IMPORTANCE OF VALIDATING YOUR EMOTIONS AND COMMUNICATING THEM!!!

ABT HOW AT FIRST THE TWO OF THEM WERE WALKING ON EGG SHELLS AROUND EACH OTHER: YATO REFUSING TO TELL YUKINE SENSITIVE THINGS BC YATO WANTED TO PROTECT YUKINE AND DIDNT WANT HIM TO GET INVOLVED, AND THEN YUKINE TRYING SO HARD TO BECOME THIS PERFECT SHINKI BC HE DIDNT WANT TO STING YATO AND BECOME A DISGRACE AS A BLESSED VESSEL. BOTH DID SO W THE INTENTION OF NOT WANTING TO HURT THE OTHER AND LOOK WHAT THAT DID.

REFUSING TO ACKNOWLEDGE ISSUES AND COMMUNICATE IS THE #1 REASON FOR DOWNFALL IN ANY RELATIONSHIP AND NOW MY BABIES ARE FINALLY GRASPING THAT. THEY FINALLY KNOW HOW A RELATIONSHIP WORKS, FAMILIAL OR NOT AND THAT IS THROUGH COMMUNICATING!!! LISTENING TO EACH OTHER AND BEING THERE FOR EACH OTHER. TALKING, APOLOGIZING, AND RECONCILING. THIS HOLDS SM MORE SIGNIFICANCE WHEN YOU KNOW THAT THE TWO OF THEM ARE LITERALLY BOUND TOGETHER AS GOD AND SHINKI. BUT I LOVE THEM BC THEY LITERALLY DON'T THINK ABT THEIR STATUS AND YATO HAS ALWAYS TRIED SO HARD TO TREAT YUKINE LIKE HIS SON/BABY BROTHER. HE TREATS HIM THE WAY HARUKI'S FATHER SHOULD'VE TREATED HIM AND THE WAY YATO SHOULD'VE BEEN TREATED WHEN HE WAS A KID. IT'S JUST A PROCESS OF HEALING THEIR INNER CHILD FR 😭

THEY MAY BE LIKE FATHER AND SON BUT THEY ARE ALSO BROTHERS bonded by daddy issues and trauma. I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS MOMENT FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE. I'M GONNA HAVE THAT LAST PANEL FRAMED UP ONCE AGAIN BC THE WAY YUKINE APOLOGIZED AND YATO JUST HUGGING HIM ID JISNVKSKCKDKXKCKCKD

ANW THE IMPORTANT THING IS MY BOYS FINALLY RECONCILED AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS FR BC IT HAS BEEN SO LONG 😭 THE LONG AWAITED TALK, AND HUG QND WJFKSKDKKDKXX I'M SO HAPPY

ALSO NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO CALL MY BABY AN UGLY DOG. I JUST SAW ONE ON REDDIT AND I'M THROWING HANDS FR

[luminescenthunter]

**NOTE: This post is going to talk about events from RWBY volume 9, including episode 8. Warning for spoilers but also tw/cw for brief mention of character deaths etc)**

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Wait a minute- Those vines appeared to fill the hole after Ruby and Little got taken by the tree, right?

So were the vines attaxhed to Gambol Shroud at the beginning of the season just there? Or did someone/something else happen to get ascended sometime before Gambol Shroud also just happened to fall there and get caught in them as a result?

Sure that didn't happen with Herb- with him it appeared much the same as it did when he himself was manipulating the mushroom he lives in to open and close doors to different rooms/the outside of the house.

However, we've not seen a *living* and *willing* person/character get ascended in the show.

And I dont feel like I have *too* much reason to doubt if Herb got ascended or not either, since the Blacksmith appears involved in the process of ascension and was just finishing smithing half a wing when she first appears to Ruby at the market.

(Though I'm still willing to take that with a grain of salt based on the Curious Cat's involvement)

I kind of lost the thought I wanted to end on, but do y'all see what I'm thinking here????

[astralogus]

@remunporium​ ♡’d for a starter for sirin .ᐟ

the astrologist comes upon her favored haunt, starsnatch cliff, with writing instruments, a weathered journal, and one of her many portable astrolabes she spent a hefty sum on whilst traveling. she settles upon a thatch of dry grass close to the cliff’s edge so that while she enjoys the majestic view of the dark empyrean overhead, she could see the sky’s reflection in the dark sea’s surface below. mona opens her notebook, laying it within the space in front of her prior to placing her astrolabe atop the weathered paper, whose canvas was decorated with a diagram of teyvat’s star system. she quickly falls into routine, mapping out the stars and the constellations which house them with her hydromancy, jotting her notes into the margins of her journal. 

as she documents her observations, from the corner of her eye she manages to find something amiss within her scryglass, an irregularity within the sea of stars. with a flick of her wrist, she adjusts her instrument while simultaneously flipping through her log to find the map of mondstadt she had hastily stuck in between its pages. flattening out the edges of the chart, the astrologist makes quick work of pinpointing the coordinates of the strange anomaly that manifested from thin air, a frown marring her face when she recognizes the location where that same energy seemed the most concentrated. 

mona abandons her work to investigate, cloaking herself with hydro energy and melting into the earth beneath to sprint towards the thousand winds temple. the hydromancer dodges hordes of slimes and cuts around the mountain dividing starsnatch cliff and starfell valley by sneaking through a hilichurl camp. in no time does mona finally come upon the entrance to the ancient temple, walking into the ruins to find the source which set the stars in disarray. yonder does she spy what appears to be a child at the amphitheater’s center. mona slows her gait, approaching with caution as she shortens the distance between herself and the peculiar figure ahead. now within earshot, mona clears her throat prior to speaking, “what are you doing here?” 

[dannythescenesluttt]

HAII❕️❕️ o(>.0)O

☆ I'm Jaylin/Daniel but call me jayjay or danny ! [He/Him]

☆ I wont specify age cuz I'm not comfortable but I'm almost 8teen ! 🐇

A fag emo beaner who loves moobies and is an absolute whore for himbos and pathetic whiny men..

☆ I like horror/scary stuff, creepypasta/marble hornets, mlp, sanrio, monster high, foggy/rainy weather, emo/scene/gothic culture, and I also love reading and writing ! ^_^ I like a lot of other stuff too but that's too much to write, though I'm pretty much open about anything :3

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10 Sew Me Up –Spiritbox

Anywho, I felt like I needed to write sum like this cuz well, even if I don't post anything here, (too shy and not confident enough + social anxiety) I've been having some... weirdos.. follow and interact with me o_O

So! Here are sum things that are a HUGE DNI if you like, and/or are any of these. (^ω^)

If you like dd/lg (seriously dni. You're weird.)

Want to get r-worded, romanticize, or sexualize it ! (get actual help or jump.).

If you like doing rape play.

If you like age play.

Infantilization kink! (Unless you're a little and use it as a coping mechanism, then you're fine.)

Self-harm kink/promoting sh. (Especially you. Stay away from me, weird ass bitch💀)

Idolize eating disorders.

Fake mental illness for no damn reason at all.

If you sexualize teenagers/kids.

If you fantasize about getting kidnapped and being done horrible things to you, such as rape. Or if you wanna do that to someone else and think it's hot.

Necrophiliac ! (Even if you not one but still find it hot.)

If you like incest.

Zoophile ! (Ew)

If you think abuse is hot/attractive and if you want to get abused.

Yanderes. (Some of yall are okay, I fw yall but for the REALLY weird ones, then don't interact please. Especially if you wanna do sum like that irl, like killing and kidnapping or whatever.)

Don't follow me of your blog is only about sex and nudity.

☆ 'kaykay! I think I got 'em all. Now for the usual dni ! ^____^

Racists.

Homophobes/transphobes.

Xenophobes.

Ableist.

Fatphobic.

Dsmp/dream fan.

Fujoshis/obsessive bl fans. (We're not here for your fantasies and fetishes.)

Extremely, and I mean EXTREMELY religious people that judge/demonize other religions.

Basically all the usual ! nwn

And I think that's pretty much it? Anyway, have some more info 'bout me !

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I heart vampires, I'm Mexican💪, I love animals a lot, my favorites being rabbits, rats, snakes, bats, and crows/ravens. I like writing a lot and reading ! I also like plants, favorite being the dragon skull flower<3. I like "weird" things and I love stars a lot. I have adhd and other mental issues, I also can be rude/mean sometimes so if I am ever rude to you, I'm sorry. You probably caught me in a bad mood or you just said something stupid. I like rock and metal bands, including vkei ❕️❕️I also like skz ^_<ᯓ★, I'm pretty much open to new music recommendations of any kind of genre !

I love my mami santita muerte🫶 And I'm also a shifter nwn ! (Ifykyk). And I think that's pretty much it?? Yeah, that's it, I think !

'Kay then byebye o(>.o)O

…⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ♡ ༘*.ﾟ

[inkykeiji]

hi clari!!! its cupcake again, sorry it took me soooo long to get back to ya! but it was somethin about how they're the very glue that hold them together and how you were soo glad that they analyzed it that way. i think it might've mentioned bmb tomura and touya nii<33!! thank you so much for lookin, even if you can't find it! also i finished the flawless tomu one-shot and i LOVED!!!!! i kept squealing and giggling, m so excited to read the rest!! take care clari! <3

CUPCAKE I HAVE FINALLY FOUND THE ASK U WERE LOOKING FOR oh my god it's from 2021 hahaha but anyway!! i think this is what you were looking for! <33

EEEE thank u!!! i know this is from a while ago but!!! i’m still so happy you enjoyed it! <3 i’m finishing up flawless part two (finally haha) and i’m suuuper excited to share it with everyone c:

[verstarppen]

omfg i love your fics they’re so funny 😭😭 i had an idea for a max fic that i think you would do so well 🫶 so like she’s his teammate and she has a bf (no idea who but prob another athlete or something since they tend to kinda be fboys 👀 but not another driver please because those dynamics make me cringe in second hand embarrassment 🙏) then he like cheats on her publicly, but she decides to live in idgafistan and max helps her make her ex jealous 😝 but he’s like actually been into her for a really long time and everyone ships them and stuff and then he bags her with his irresistible chronically offline awkward white boy rizz 💋

summary; cheaters deserve to get cheated out of their career, or at least that's how max justifies destroying your ex's life

pairing; max verstappen x fem! red bull driver! reader [ no faceclaim ]

warnings; suggestive language, swearing

a/n; DISCLAIMER the boyfriend is made up and also a sims 2 reference, if by chance there is a real tennis player by the name of Dominic Lothario im so sorry sir this was not written with you in mind ALSO this is my VERY sneaky way of telling everyone my favorite song is trophäe by paula carolina so naturally i had to shove the word trophy everywhere to justify using lyrics as the title I HOPE I DID YOUR PROMPT JUSTICE also i skipped over singapore because we don't talk about singapore

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maxverstappen1 The only time I've cheated.

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feeltheorange WHAT DID HE SAYYYY

meepshoemaker the double take i just did cracked my neck

yukinator22 NAHHHHHHHHH

albogeant BRO DIDN'T EVEN GIVE HER TIME TO RECOVER LMAOOOOOOOO

ynln7 everyone has permission to laugh i came up with the caption

pierregasly Thank god charles_leclerc I'm going to hell I laughed before I saw your comment pierregasly Me too ynln7 assholes (affectionately)

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ynln7 anyway

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christianhorner This is not the team bonding I was talking about

charles_leclerc Shut up, some of us have waited years for this pierregasly Seconded danielricciardo Third...ed?

simplyclerc LET HIM COOK

lionkingseb max verstapprizz

mcmango he saw an opportunity and he took it

redbullpapaya i manifested this with magic beyond the human comprehension

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redbullracing An immaculate performance today from @ maxvestappen1 and @ ynln7 that’s a 6th Constructors’ Championship for the team!! 🏆 CONGRATULATIONS, WORLD CHAMPIONS!!

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super_max they know they ate

staraikkonen the blueprint for all powercouples

shadownorris LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

angelricciardo talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference

dominic_lothario 👎

redbullracing Shouldn't you be looking for a job? What are you doing in our comments.

kirbyvettel MAXY/N SWEEP

maxverstappen1 The trophy is not my only win this week @ ynln7

ynln7 ok now let me pass you maxverstappen1 No 🧡 You're pretty in p2

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ynln7 celebrating the win the RIGHT way (playing f1 2023)

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easportsf1 Amen

ynln7 LMAO

maxverstappen1 I let you win

ynln7 bruised ego alert

christianhorner Such a RESPONSIBLE team, aren't we?

orangleclerc THE T-SHIRT

strawberryrosberg Did they turn down the afterparty invite for this because mad respect

charles_leclerc Tell me your record, I'll beat it

ynln7 in your dreams, leclerc maxverstappen1 Beat us in real life first charles_leclerc First of all.

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