#op. im… deceased

[silentlycrazy]

Tags from OP:

NAIL ART?!

[love-belle]

i hope i never lose you !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they finally figure out they can't lose each other.

or

for when it's forever with them. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // max verstappen x fem!reader

prequel - you're losing me ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - part ii !! i really hope you like this <3 i love you so much, thank you for reading!! i'll post that pierre gasly au tonight, in a couple hours so !!! tagging everyone who asked for part ii @tpwkangieee @mirrorball-6 @teenagedreams-cl @kimi240302 @formulas-bitch @ironmaiden1313 @alilstressyandlotdepressy @ushygushybaby @moonsf1

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formulaonenewz singer/songwriter, y/n y/l/n and formula one driver, max verstappen are back together, an insider claimed. "they both took some time and thought things over and and now they're back, better than ever," they continued, "a new beginning, if you will." the pair were also seen out on a date in monaco before the race this weekend. for more details, click on the link in our bio.

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[forsty]

top gun maverick avatar au thoughts

Maverick: Avatar (Formerly human) Role: Ikran warrior, Mate to the Olo'eyktan

Iceman: Na'vi Role: Olo'eyktan (Clan leader)

Goose: Avatar (Deceased) Role: Ikran warrior

Carol: Na'vi (Deceased) Role: Tsahìk (Spiritual leader)

Rooster: Na'vi (Mix of Na'vi and avatar)

Hangman: Human (maybe Avatar? Unsure yet) Role: RDA Soldier (for now….)

Phoenix: Na'vi Role: Ikran warrior

Bob: Human Role: Scientist

Coyote: Human Role: RDA Soldier (for now….)

Payback: Human Role: Scientist

Fanboy: Na'vi

NOTES:

Prologue stuff:

Iceman and Carol came from the same clan

Maverick and Goose joins the RDA Avatar program (as soldiers? not sure yet)

Mav and Goose get lost in them Pandoran woods, happens upon Carol who tries to kill them at first but then SIGN FROM EYWA?

Carol takes the two back to her village, they meet Iceman who's a fierce and… icy…. warrior. Slider is also there (Slider and Ice buddies duh

The Olo'eyktan (Viper?) decides to spare Maverick and Goose and let them live among them and learn their ways. He appoints Iceman to teach Mav and Carol to teach Goose

LOVE BLOSSOMS

Both Mav and Goose start to feel more at home in the village than in their human bodies

Avatar (2009) basically

Carol and Goose rly hit it off (faster than Ice and Mav cause they're both very annoying about it for a longer time), and are "mated before Eywa" (and she got PRAGNET). Everyone mad at first but Carol stands up for her boyfriend

I guess Mav is T O R U K M A K T O

RDA vs. NA'VI BIG BATTLE

Goose, Mav, and others probably, rest of the Top Gun 1986 squad? switch side and fight on the side of the Na'vi

Goose dies 😔

Na'vi wins! RDA idiots go home (to their dying planet. A few humans loyal to the Na'vi gets to stay <3)

Olo'eyktan dies (RIP Viper?) Iceman becomes king- I mean Clan leader.

Carol becomes Tsahìk and also has a baby (idk what happened to the former Tsahìk).

Mav gets perma avatar'd and co-leads the clan along with Ice

also Mav gets closer with Carol (no romance, Na'vi mate FOR LIFE) and help raise the kid (duh)

PEACE ON EARTH- I MEAN PANDORA

MANY YEARS GO BY (like.. 20+?)

Carol died 😔

Somebody is Tsahìk (i do not know who)

Ice is still Olo'eyktan (clan leader) and Mav is… co-Olo'eyktan (?) and also since he was/is T O R U K M A K T O he has very high standing and influence, but he likes to remain just a warrior (like the best Ikran warrior there ever was and all that i guess)

Rooster is raised mostly by Mav, but also Ice cause duh

Phoenix and Rooster childhood bestfriends, badass duo

Bob is uhhh…. one of the first humans born on Pandora, raised by scientist parents, wants to be a scientist himself (this could be reworked) Maybe he also has a crush on Phoenix but is also terrified of her

Payback also one of the first humans born on Pandora? Best friends with Fanboy

Peace On Earth- I mean Pandora

RDA show up again cause ofc they do, Mav is very stressed about it

All the Younger Ones™ wants to fight THE SKY DEMONS. Mav is apprenhesive and anxious, doesn't want more war. Wants to fly his Ikran into the sunset

Hangman and Coyote is here! They're part of an elite team of special ops soldiers tasked with…. doing something I guess. Fight Na'vi? Idk, RDA business

RECORD SCRATCH - I haven't decided if they should have avatars or remain human. Maybe they could get avatars later, idk, so far I've been thinking they just remain human

Hangman and Coyote part of a little RDA squad (spoiler: probably not for long)

Starts beefing with the local Na'vi (drum roll, it's Rooster and Phoenix (mostly)

SOMETHING HAPPENS, Hangman gets his ass lost in the Pandoran forest, maybe chased by a thanator (Jake (top gun) will do as Jake (avatar) does)

Hangman is SAVED BY ROOSTER probably

timeskip cause im tired of writing but basically Hangman and Coyote decides RDA is no fun and go hang out with the Na'vi resistance instead

👀

[dextixer]

Yknow, at first i thought i would just make a thread telling everyone how manipulative this post about how "I dont hate critique but critique bad" is, to warn people about snakes in the FNDM hiding in the grass.

But then this utter clownshoes decided to invoke Monty, to talk about Montys wishes. To weaponize a dead person as a cudgel for a fucking internet argument.

This is why i hate most of the RWBY FNDM, because they are all sunshine and rainbows, all progressive, all nice people, or at least they portray themselves to be until they take off their fucking masks. And then all of these supposedly nice people reveal themselves to be manipulative ratfucks.

So, lets be very clear. If you invoke Monty in your shitty internet arguments, you are just a morally defunct person, you are lower than fucking trash. He is a deceased man. His corpse is not there for you to parade him like a fucking puppet for your own arguments.

The fact that it follows a fake ass "nice guy" facade is just the icing on the cake.

Despite the claims of the OP, they were not "suggesting that hate discourages people" they were being a snakey fuck by at first saying "Criticism isnt bad" and then outlining literally EVERY single tired anti-criticism buzzword phrase in existence. Everyone fucking knows that most of the time "Im not saying x is bad BUUUUUT" leads to the person revealing that, yeah, they are saying that X is bad. Its the most fucking elementary silencer for any argument in existence.

We have the ol reliables of

>"If you no like, just leave" >Conflating criticism with hate >Implying that people should not criticize passion projects >Implying that RWBY receives unique kind of criticism that no other thing does

Alongside that we also have some weird implications that RWBY is disliked for being "cringe" and of course, more instances of conflating criticism with "hate". If one pays attention they could easily spot a pattern, take a shot of your favourite drink anytime you see the word "hate" or its synonim when the supposed thread is supposed to be about criticsm.

As far as for the second part of the post that comes after my reply.

Criticism does not have to be constructive, its good when it is, but if a person can see something wrong, they can say its wrong without offering a solution. I dont need to be a professional doctor to see a bone sticking out where it shouldnt be etc.

And lets get back to the old sticking point "Oh, but why does RWBY have separate critic communities".

Because the fandom MADE it a fucking necessity! Just like with shows like Game of Thrones and many others! You think critic spaces or subreddits are some kind of never seen before thing before RWBY?!

The only reason RWBY has them is because of the fucking Fandom!

The RWDE tag on tumblr only exists because people were ASKED for criticism to be something that people could avoid, by tagging a post as RWDE anyone using this platform can easily blacklist the tag and NEVER see anything from it! And yet the Fandom instead of doing so CONSTANTLY comes into the tag, and then constantly bitches and whines about how criticism exists!

The critics subreddit exists because most people there were slowly pushed away from the main sub. It didnt START as that, but it became that when the mods of r/RWBY decided that instead of moderating discussions they would rather throw out all the critics because fans would NEVER behave in critical posts and would either mass report them or cause conflict!

Whether someone likes RWBY or not has NOTHING to do with personal morality. Its also extremelly ironic that there are constant "uwu, people say me bad because i like RWBY" claims with nothing to back them up while on places like twitter you can see RWBY twitter accounts say that anyone who dislikes RWBY is just a misogynist or the like.

I would rather take the most toxic critic foaming at the mouth about how RWBY is bad over people like op, ratfuck snakes who pretend to have no problem with criticism while sneaking in the same fucking anti-criticism shit into their threads.

I dont even criticize RWBY that much anymore and i mostly just tell the critics spaces to not even talk to the larger fandom, and its because of dipshits like the OP.

Because the RWBY FNDM is full of these nice presenting, nice writing manipulative jackasses who are just smiles and rainbows while saying the same tired bullshit as always. Just a reminder, just because someone is "polite" does not mean they are not full of shit.

[sazanamiszn]

this is so vogue by madonna coded i dont even know how to explain it

I am fond of this guy

[maristellarium]

(actually yknow what i also want to dump a few thonkies abt yully too now lmao

though im still debating if i really want to incorporate these thonkies as proper hcs for her - it makes her feel a little too op in a way......... - but im also really leaning to doing it anyway bc this really is the kinda bs she would pull off ydgsyugdsudsgdusy)

so anyway, i think baby yully was rather nuts and kept smashing babylonia's security systems to pieces

like ive already put down that she had a habit of coding programs throughout her childhood, and i definitely did say that these programs were for cracking and copying the civilian databases. bc she was so determined to confirm if there were any Very Specific people in babylonia, so ofc, the logical thing is to get the conveniently-already-existing pool of population data for her to sort through.

but yully being yully, she wouldn't want a bunch of statistics alone. she needs as much data as possible - reports and profiles and notes, doctors' notes and school reports and whatever document there ever was, everything! so that she can cross-check the info to the last detail, analyze to the closest decimal of accuracy.

and she won't stop at just civilian data either. constructs count too. the deceased count too.

so she would collect death records and military profiles too. and considering with constructs at least, how even the military lies to itself internally - she wouldn't quite be satisfied with merely a checkmark of someone being dead. no, she would need the full story, so that she can fully and accurately reconstruct an individual's life—history, personality, beliefs; their full identity and mannerisms and mindset—as part of her own cross-referencing and analyzing procedures.

and this is all, at the very least, in the form of encrypted data - if not behind several layers of cybersecurity under Gestalt's supercomputer watch too.

Yulia wouldn't care though. she wants that info. who cares if she's like, 10 yrs old with negative zero chances of being able to hack into god damn Gestalt with her little civilian baby terminal. she needs that information for her goals. she fucking wants it.

and she has never felt something so viciously unrelenting in her life and the life before.

in a way, it feels like a very simple, logical A to B to C process for her. she feels a want, thinks about doing a thing to satisfy that want, and then simply executes.

obstacles or roadblocks or government personnel coming to her house and asking if they can inspect everyone's terminals for "important grown up reasons" aka bc they traced her hacking attempts there? (though they never actually figure out it's her specifically, partly bc child bias, partly bc the exact terminal she used has already been trashed to pieces or surgically taken apart so it doesn't exist anymore). that's all just par the course. irrelevant bc she already expected as much, so she simply needs to work with such things.

(though of course, it does hinder her in terms of efficiency to keep needing to devote time to misdirecting people's attention from her. so she would also develop methods to avoid being traced, at least not so easily - spoofing signals, false trails, falsifying credentials, coding even shit like rootkits and keyloggers, and then going the extra mile with bs like destroying or dismantling or replacing her hardware constantly, as well as even coming up with alibis for every moment she spends doing her very illegal endeavour

she's still considered a kid at this point so ofc she has all this damn free time to do all this nonsense too)

in any case, here's where im really getting at with this thonk -

Yulia going absolute ham collecting as much top-secret info in the most illegal ways means she has quite likely seen a lot of very restricted things within the government's databases. from the lying propaganda used on Constructs such as the lie of recalls, to the confidential and troubling life histories of particular Constructs such as Bianca or Kamui (or Camu rather).

ofc she probably hasn't seen Everything - but she's seen a Lot more than she, an otherwise very ordinary civilian, should by the time she's even enrolled into military college.

which is stupid nuts and also very OP of her in a broader context and mmmmmmmmmmm i don't Want her to come across as stupidly omniscient in a sense - also it's a little nuts to think that even if she's stupid intelligent and determined, that she'd able to accomplish something as difficult as hacking into hecking Gestalt or whatever government systems with the info she wants.

but at the same time..... ughhh.................... she Is stupid smart alright. and that's without fully using her brain. if she actually put her entirety into some task, she is absolutely supposed to be unholy Scary(TM).

but waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah thats toooooo muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lies down)

[youngpettyqueen]

RE: MASH: I keep hearing about The Hauntolgy and the Time Loop Theory, and I wanna torture myself a little by reading more but I can’t seem to find any tags or anything on the blogs I’m following, and we all know search is broken.

Any ideas? I know these are pretty popular AUs/concepts.

oooo yea these are both pretty big within the fandom here. ill be the first to admit I havent looked at a ton of the time loop theory stuff, but I do think its a fascinating concept. my personal favourites are the ones that involve Henry being the one who's conscious of the time loop, or the ones with it being Radar

Henry's is really just a beautiful and painful tragedy with the idea of him trying to escape his death but he cant. the idea of him trying to go home so many different ways but it always ends the same, and when he wakes up right back where he started. @thebreakfastgenie has a post about it thats great, I know ive reblogged it at least once so ill see if I cant find it quick and reblog it for ya anon

in terms of Radar's I dont remember any specific post but I think its an interesting take on his more clairvoyant-like moments. being able to predict what people are saying, apparently being able to read minds to some extent, etc. its a fun gag in the show, but putting him in a time loop setting and having it be that he seems to have clairvoyant abilities because he's already done all of this before... its a fun take and also it hurts <3 im not sure what id have Radar's time loop be centred around, what he would be trying to escape or change, but its definitely interesting to think about

then there's the haunting which I have looked at quite a bit more and have talked about here a couple times, though thats usually in tags. there's a lot I could say about hauntings and MASH because the show itself is just... haunted. everybody's haunted by something, the entire narrative is haunted. the ghosts of the deceased, ghosts of the loved ones they left behind, ghosts of the ones who left, ghosts of their failures, etc. my personal favourite way to look at it is through how each character's loved ones back home float around them, influence them, haunt them in their waking moments and in their dreams. theyre not dead, but theyre not there. they exist only in pictures and letters, maybe the very rare phone call just so you can remember the sound of their voice

I remember there was a post listing the best haunted episodes of MASH with like, explanations as to why each episode was haunted and by what. I dont remember who OP was unfortunately- it might have been @variousqueerthings but I could be mistaken. I think Follies of the Living is my favourite episode for this, the episode's take on ghosts is fantastic, and that last shot just really stuck with me. its one of my favourite episodes in general tbh, this desperation and then this quiet sadness of a ghost hanging around camp, watching but unseen, listening but unheard. makes me wonder how many other ghosts sometimes hang around

[bazooka-overkill]

hiiiii! I hope I’m not botherin’ ya, but I see you’d like some hcs (I’m a bit late lol) so I thought I’d share one of my good ol’ spooky tiger hcs if ya don’t mind some horror on your blog-

tiger’s clones aren’t clones, they’re actually ghosts or bhuts (vengeful ghosts from hindu folklore!) they’re all deceased family members that ended up possessing his body when he was younger cause he went upon their resting place unknowingly. and they’ve just followed him ever since. he’s managed to work out a kind of agreement that if they promised to behave, they could stay within his lil gem headspace.

the water gem is called Lahar, the snow gem is Sardi and the grass gem is Gaiya. they still care about tiger despite their circumstances, but death hasn’t been kind to their minds. sometimes they get out of hand, and that’s when problems arise for not only tiger but other boxers involved.

I’m so sorry for rambling op, I just like details snnsns but I hope the take is cool 💪

literally starts break dancing SCREAMS ITS OK ANON ANY HCS ARE NEVER LATE ON THIS BLOG TRUST. and trust me there is no such thing as rambling in my mind lmao. also also literally anything is allowed here as long as its not nsfw/flatout gore

this is the coolest take evr on great tiger's clones tbh; ive always just taken away that they're their own separate people, but still apart of tiger's "soul," in a way

stopp the thought that they're family makes me want to sob now. i can see them just kind of. bothering tiger like protective parents or something. tiger hasn't eaten in a hot minute? lahar's nagging him to go get or make a meal. hasn't been outside and touched grass? guess what gaiya's saying to him (99.999% get it wrong)

and the mere mention of them getting out of hand??? plus in the RING W OTHER BOXERS????? oh lord have mercy i can only imagine what could happen. i don't exactly have a good understanding/wording of what i can imagine lmao, but one things for certain: the wvba/ref has definitely had to stop rounds early because of the bhuts (am i using that word right).

damn now i want to see-- if nintendo makes a PO sequel/port on the switch or something-- the possibility of a TD 2 where great tiger and his ghosts (idk if i can use bhuts and ghosts interchangeably) lose control and mac has to counter and dodge like crazyyy.

if the above was added, i'd love to see what exactly happens when they go out of control. personally, i'd imagine great tiger gets all light headed and can barely move while his ghosts go absolutely haywire in the ring.

and that'd also explain why he's so nonchalant with them; they're his family members. when death decides to not torment them, i can see them being almost like,,, yknow family. you know that intermission cutscene right before the next round where they're all talking and great tiger tells them they gotta get back to work?

also,, idk if i want to be sad and think abt the possibility how great tiger had a strong bond with his family members before they died, but if that's the case i would imagine that's how great tiger copes; he pretends they're still alive, in that case.

GRAAGHHDHH now im gonna be thinking about this during my classes

[katasstrophy]

AKAJEBDBDNXIJWBSJ???? KSJSEB@!&£:!KSJEHE

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༄ؘ ˑ contains: f1 driver!shuji , pit crew manager!reader , endless petnames ( doll / angel / pretty girl / sweetheart etc ) , black coded!fem!sub!reader , vaginal fingering , squirting , cunnilingus , a lil pussy job , v brief mention of anal , jerkin’ off , dacryphilia + overstim if you squint , shuji tuckin’ your cum away for safe keeping<3

༄ؘ ˑ wc: 4k

༄ؘ ˑ a/n: belated bday piece for hanma🤸🏾not proof read as per ͡(ुŏ̥̥̥̥ ‸ ŏ̥̥̥̥) ु

“piece of fucking shit—” the sound of his helmet slamming into the tarmac has hanma’s useless excuse for a pit crew flinching under the racers rage. he’d practically leaped out of his car in his blaze of fury, sweat-sticky bangs clinging to his skin as he beelined into the pits. his attempts at trying to stay remotely calm (every one of that brainless psychologists tricks—count down from 10, five things you can see, four things you can hear or whatever the fuck) are crushed into dust when he catches sight of the crew manager, cigarette bobbing between his lips as he attempts to flirt with a runner 2 decades his junior. and hanma sees red, yanks him back by the collar so harshly that he almost goes spinning onto the track (maybe it’d to him good to take a few laps, shuji’s engine revving behind him just to keep him on his toes—).

“what the fuck?!”

“you’re fired.” hanma spits, tone laced with vitriol.

“what?” he says incredulously, “look, you can’t blame me for not winning. shoddy drivin’ ain’t gonna make up for lost time—“ hanma pulls back his fist, since apparently this idiot has a death wish. kisaki let’s him get one punch in, the satisfying crunch of a broken nose echoing before he catches him by the crook of his elbow. his manager takes in the scene, glancing at the runner who’s still hovering, wide eyed and uncertain (probably a damn apprentice they look so young) and grunting out, “leave.”

“you.” he gestures to his short-tempered racer, “walk it off.”

“whatever.” hanma sniffs, casting a final death-glare to the ex pit crew chief and kicking up shards of rubber as he saunters off.

kisaki ignores the outrage that gets spewed at him when he instructs the crew manager to pack his shit. he’s nursing an electromagnetic headache by the time he slinks into his office, wrapping his knuckles against the desk and calling for his assistant. thick lensed glasses and blue eyes peek from behind the door. “sir?”

“call her.” he says, massaging his temple and contemplating if it’s too early to retire.

nervous eyes dart around the room. “I— sir, she doesn’t—“

“call her.” he repeats with a finality that has his assistant shuddering and slinking towards the phone.

-

ten.

the smell of burning rubber, astringent and sharp, singes your nostrils and coats the back of your tongue.

nine.

“get ready people! in and out, let’s get this playboy back out there.” your quip earns you a few chuckles as your crew assembles into the positions you’ve calculated to optimise the switch.

eight. seven. six.

maybe you can leech an extra bonus off of that eerily stoic manager for your efforts. the last thing you expected was your college friend calling you in the middle of a well deserved vacation, big wet eyes and pleading tone dripping through the screen in desperate need of a favour. you’d agreed—you supposed you owed it to him for endlessly mooching notes off of him in countless late night study sessions. and your crew were good sports about it (it only took the promise of hosting at your house for new years and supplying booze for upwards of 40 people). one race, you’d said. just to tide them over until they found someone permanent for the grand prix.

five. four.

the plan is solid. everyone, everything’s in place. a flash of colour veers round the bend and your grip on your clipboard tightens.

three.

you can almost see your crew’s fingertips twitching with anticipation.

two.

oh this’ll be a breeze. fun even. maybe you can be on the train home by tomorrow morning; knock out a couple chapters of that book you’ve been meaning to finish. cook some dinner, indulge in that chardonnay gifted from the neighbour.

one.

just one more race.

-

hanma hasn’t been the first racer to leave the pits in a while. he’s almost always the first one in, having to overcompensate in the laps following half assed pit stops by crews that can barely change a fucking tire. so it’s by instinct alone that he’s preparing his usual schpiel of mumblings. c’mon, come on let’s fucking go—

but his words never get the chance to form. he’s barely eased off the gas—barely blinked before he’s burning rubber and shooting back onto the track.

adrenaline is pounding in his ears, and he vaguely registers the screams of the crowd and frantic commentary from the hosts: i don’t think we’ve seen a pit stop like that in a hot second, ted! no you’re absolutely right, josh, especially not from hanma’s corner! word on the street is he’s looking for a fresh new team ahead of the world grand prix—has the infamous racer finally found his match?

he’s giddy with the rush of an impending win flooding his veins, a smile that’s almost ditzy pulling at his lips until he can feel his gums pressing against his molars. a quick glance in his rears reveals a gaggle of black jumpsuits surrounding a figure dressed in red, the stickers from his sponsors adorning your back and torso.

and when his car gains speed and his knuckles whiten beneath his gloves as he approaches the finish line, hanma decides that he has to have you.

-

“he’s not here! winner’s lounge is further down!” you shout from around the pencil wedged between your teeth. the pits are deserted, with everyone having retreated to the press corner and vip lounge for drinks after an admittedly impressive win. you figured you’d make the most of the peace and quiet and edit a few designs in the seclusion of the garage, the shutters half shut for some privacy and hanma’s car acting as your only company.

and yet the pair of feet visible through the gap in the bottom of the shutters are suddenly sliding underneath. “hey! he’s not here, dude. it’s crew only, you’re not even supposed to be he—oh.”

you’ve only really seen snippets of him—blurry paparazzi shots of him in dark shades and a hoodie slung over his tall figure—but the riot of black and blonde, the stark characters of sin and punishment, it’s all very telling.

“did you.. need something?”

“jus’ addin’ to the collection.” he says, producing his medal that was shoved into a pocket and dropping it into a tray of similar awards. it’s ridiculous really—a little trinket tray full of medals that people spend their entire careers in pursuit of. and yet here he is, 6 foot gorgeous and acting like he couldn’t care less. you resist the urge to rake over his lean form in the tight jumpsuit that he still wears, suddenly very aware of your own jumpsuit: zipped to your waist with arms bare in nothing but a sports bra (and not even one of your cute ones). you frown at the figures and measurements on the papers in front of you. would it be weird to cover up? or weirder if you don’t? surely he’ll leave in a second anywa—

“watcha doin’?” his chin is practically resting on your shoulder as he leans over you, peering at your post-it scribbles and months long blueprints. he smells good. something spicy and masculine that makes you want to turn your head and press your nose to his pulse. apparently he’s enjoying the way his proximity is affecting you, gold-flecked eyes locking with yours as you stutter out a response.

“ah, just going over some plans. nothing exciting really.”

long fingers graze over the paper obscuring your design. “didn’t know pit crew managers designed engines.” he watches you wring your hands together on your lap, suddenly sheepish.

“it’s just for fun, really. might not be one forever..” you mumble.

“you design formula 1 engines for fun?”

“i guess so.”

“MIT?” he asks as if he can’t already tell and you nod.

the hum that rumbles in his chest jumps over your skin and burns goosebumps in its wake. “clever little thing, aren’t you?”

there’s a desert in your mouth. your saliva has to be a fucking mirage because you’re definitely swallowing sand.

“i—“

“pretty too.” he says, tugging on a particularly curly loop of your hair. (it’s short, maybe as short as his, because there’s only so much shampoo a person can go broke from trying to get the smell of gasoline out of hair that grazes your mid-back).

“thanks.” you croak out uncertainly.

“i want you.” he deadpans and you can feel the harsh crunch of grains between your teeth, saharan dust clogging your throat by the mouthful.

“you—what?” you aren’t sure whether hanma’s smile should make you feel excited or uneasy. still, you try not to noticeably clench your thighs together.

“in paris.”

“p-paris?”

he raises a knowing brow as he smirks at your adorable squirming. “i want you there, in paris. for the first race. and every race after that.”

at that, you frown and your answer comes at a speed that surprises you both. “no.” and then, more softly, “i’m… supposed to be on vacation.” you mumble.

he clicks his tongue, dissatisfied. “c’mon sweetheart. it took me one race to figure out you’re the best of the best—you’ve gotta know that by now. and i—“ he starts, lifting your chin from where it’s tucked into your chest, “want the best.”

you step up from your seat a little too fast and slam your pencil down a little too harshly, running a hand over your hair and sighing, “you don’t need me, hanma. you won with a six lap lead today, i think you’ll be fine.” hanma sighs dramatically, walking backwards into the centre of the garage. the distance both calms your nerves and makes you crave something you can’t quite place.

punishment is extended to you, lustrous eyes daring you to deny him. “c’mere.” his hands are slightly warm. palms a little calloused and knuckles sharp when he laces your fingers together and pulls you deeper into the garage, right in front of where his car is parked. admittedly, it’s fucking gorgeous up close—the fleeting glimpses on the speedway don’t do it anywhere near justice. hanma takes advantage of your stunned silence and slots in right behind you, sporting a wicked grin unbeknownst to you when his palms land on your shoulders and he feels you immediately tense under his touch.

“you know why i love racing?” his voice is low and gravelly and travelling straight between your legs. and when his head dips and he whispers over the shell of your ear, you release a shaky breath that you didn’t realise was trapped in your lungs. “adrenaline.” he says. “it builds up. every lap of the track, building and building—“ it’s hard to ignore the way his fingers are sliding further up your skin. “until i cross the finish line with those fuckers miles behind me.” calloused pads ghost over your jaw until hanma’s tilting your gaze upwards. dark and blonde strands have fallen over his eyes, and yet you could swear his pupils look blown, thick lashes more prominent under his half lidded study of you. “you ever feel like that?” it’s phrased as a question, but something in his tone assures you that he knows. “tell me what you felt, today, when we won.” when we won. hanma’s laying it on a little thick, but he has a feeling it’ll all be so, so worth it.

“i—i thought you did well. i was.. proud of my team.” you manage to whisper.

“oh c’mon doll,” the corner of his lips is tilted in a knowing smirk and he leans in closer, “‘s just us, you can drop the modesty.” the subtle heat of sin is suddenly gliding over your waist.

“i—“ you can’t fucking speak, his left hand settling over the skin of your stomach and toying with the zip that sits below your navel. “c’mon angel, you can trust me.”

“i felt it.. i felt it too.” you blurt out. “adrenaline—when you turned the corner. w-when you crossed the finish line. felt like i fucking won.” you’re spewing words out between heavy breaths and he rewards you for it, tracing the lace that lines your panties, the seam that connects your inner thigh to your heated cunt, before tensing the fabric against the plush mound of your pussy. he explores your covered folds through the thin barrier, tracing the peaks and valleys he finds while dragging your panties in steady strokes against you, drool-worthy friction scathing across your weeping cunt. pink flashes from between his teeth as hanma runs his tongue over his lips and you get the sudden insatiable urge to suck on it. to chart the course of his mouth until you get lost between his teeth, under his tongue and down his throat.

“i knew it.” he smiles like he’s proud, “only reason i got such a lead was ‘cause you know how to manage those nobodies.”

did he mean your team? “t-they’re not nobod-“

“they’re nothing.” he insists, “but you, angel face,” he continues, wrenching your panties aside and delighting in the sticky mess that he finds there, “oh you’re everything.”

the moan that escapes you when hanma immediately plunges two lithe fingers past the tight rings of your entrance is swallowed into his mouth when he captures your lips with his. he’s got sharp canines that dig into the plush of your lower lip as he parts them at the seam and licks into your mouth. you’re as sweet as he thought you’d be: he laves over your spit-slick tongue like it’s his favourite piece of candy, swears your teeth have to be rocks of sugar with the way his tastebuds light up at the taste of you.

the stretch from his fingers is tapering into a dull throbbing as he glides the pads of his digits along the satiny walls of your cunt, subtly grinding the hardening tent at his crotch against the curve of your ass. one of your hands slinks upwards and slithers around his nape. blunt nails scratch at the shorter hair there, jolts of electricity shooting to the base of his spine and sparking delicious heat in his gut. your fingers can’t seem to decide what they want, torn between tugging at the soft locks of his crown and burying themselves there to push him closer. either way, the feeling has him growling against your mouth and writhing his fingers until he’s knuckle deep inside you and coated in your slick. when he crooks his fingers, angling them to press into the fleshy bundle of nerves at your centre, you whimper beneath him, arching into his touch and clenching around his digits like a fucking diver grasping at a gem on the depths of the seabed.

heated breaths fan over puffy lips as you pull back to come up for air. it proves pointless—any trace of oxygen punched from your chest when hanma cups your entire pussy and grinds the heel of his palm into the throbbing nub of your clit. your head falls limp against his chest, drawn out moans and little sniffles pulling his attention from the feast between your legs. his gaze is met with damp lashes and an almost imperceptible wobble of your lip. somehow the prospect of your tears has his dick twitching with excitement and threatening to burst through his clothes. he fantasises about having you sprawled out beneath him, tasting salt on you lips and feeling wet trails down your cheeks. maybe mascara would stain your cheeks, inky tracks that worsen with each snap of his hips, sheathing his cock further into the gooey depths of your heat. it’s a tangible possibility, one that has him sporting an erection that could shatter glass. “shit—you cryin’ pretty girl?” he mutters before trailing kisses along the length of your jaw.

“ngh! ‘s so—‘s so good, hanma.” you’re mewling, the increasing pace of his fingers thrusting into you twisting your throat until rapid breaths are being puffed from your lips and the coil in your stomach pulls taut.

“shuji.” he says simply, latching onto your neck and sucking a bruise into the column of your throat.

you can feel your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and stringing his fingers together. between the involuntary grinding against his clothed dick and the searing kisses on your skin, you’re trying to move through the fog of desire that’s clouding your brain; a warning of you about to crash over the edge almost making its way off your tongue before hanma’s shuffling forward, spinning you to face him and pushing you down until you’re sprawled out on the thin hood of his car. his fingers slow their ministrations a fraction and yet never leave their rightful place, nestled against your g-spot. there really isn’t a lot of space on the car, though you suppose it doesn’t matter, ogling him with misty heart-eyes as hanma’s towering form slots over you. the forearm of his free hand slams against the glossy paint job right next to your head, his long legs spread wide to give him the perfect leverage to grind his dick into the edge of the car and relentlessly swirl his digits into the mess of your cunt. and when he feels the telltale squeeze of your walls, he practically rips your jumpsuit down your legs to get a flawless view of the rivets of fluid that spew from around his fingers.

“fuck yeah, good fuckin’ girl.” he’s groaning as his body shifts down and retracts his fingers, sucking swollen, leaking flesh into the rapturous heat of his mouth. “thats it,” he drawls, his drawn out words sending vibrations across the sensitive lips of your pussy. “more, c’mon doll, give me more.” your hands fly into his hair as your spine arches under his expert tongue, swirling and licking up the length of your slit, the pointed tip of his nose pressing into your clit with a pressure that pushes more essence from you as he drinks you down for what seems like forever. “hm, you wanna keep this pretty pussy all to yourself? got a feelin’ this cute little clit’s gonna become my good luck charm.” he’s taken to tracing his initials into the perk cluster of nerves with the tip of his tongue, soaked fingers trailing every inch of your exposed flesh as your hips buck and grind, trying to get more and more friction from his face. your skin is puffy and glistening in a sheen of spit and slick under the dimmed lights of the garage. and you’ve got a cute little rim too, one that twitches when his touch ghosts anywhere remotely near it and it has him dying to fuck your ass until you’re screaming for him.

when your thighs mindlessly inch closer together, caging in his head, punishment is quick to slam one back down, his thumb working to spread you further and his head pushing further into your core. with the endorphins of your high mellowing into a pleasurable buzz, you’re suddenly aware of the sensitivity between your legs and the desperate movement of hanma’s hips.

“s-shuji—“ you call, carting your fingers through his hair. the image of him surfacing is a lewd one: wild eyes that drip with desire, slick coating the bottom half of his face with droplets littering everywhere from his collar to his forehead, a sheen of sweat on this hairline that has the hair there sticking together.

you steal his mouth for yourself, moaning at the taste of your release and his sweet breath pairing together along your tongue. the firm grasp of your fingers beginning to squeeze the bulge of his cock has him bucking into your hand and nipping at the flesh of your lip between groans. “shit—“ he breathes, reaching for the zipper of his jumpsuit and stripping down to his boxers in the space of a few hazy blinks. saliva pools in your mouth at the sight of sinewy musculature, dark hairs along the base of his navel stark against the pale expanse of his torso. beauty marks pepper his sleek abs and you get the desire to sink your teeth into the lean muscle of his thighs when they flex under his movements. it gets better when he frees his cock. a pretty thing; thick and long—his length has you clenching around air and worrying for your cervix. his head is flushed a deep crimson that almost looks painful, and you’d kill to have it shoved into the sleeve of your throat. you’re reaching for him, eyeing the throbbing veins that twist along the ridges of his shaft with a lustful gaze, but he pushes you down with one hand and wraps a tight fist around his girth with the other.

“not today, sweetheart.” he says, pumping his length and squeezing below the sensitive head of his cock, thumbing at his slit as a pearly coat of pre spreads along his shaft.

“what?” you’re looking up at him with doe-eyes through wet lashes, a sweet pout on your pretty lips. “you’re not.. you’re not gonna fuck me?” you mumble it like you’re embarrassed, as if you didn’t just squirt into his mouth and hump his face like a bitch in heat. hanma sighs, letting his dick slap against his stomach and pulling you to the edge of the car by the crook of your knees. you yelp, hands landing onto the hood (and the puddle of slick beneath you). he slides your panties down and takes off your jumpsuit from where it’s pooled around your legs, leaving your sex gorgeously exposed. his hand wraps around his erection, delivering a wet slap with the head of his cock directly over your clit. he watches with delight as a few more dewy drops spew from your slit, the way your face contorts in pleasure and a broken moan escapes you. he continues, does it over and over again, occasionally letting his length glide between the drenched lips of your cunt.

“i’ll fuck every pretty little hole you have to offer dollface.” he smiles as he cups your chin, his knees digging into the harsh metal of the cars hood, caging your body beneath him as he frantically strokes himself. “i’ll fuck you in toronto. in cape town, in tokyo.” he lists as his free hand slides down your torso and he begins to draw sticky circles above your slit. “i’ll fuck you in paris, first.”

his digits dip back inside you, his thumb keeping steady pressure on your clit as his other hand twists along his shaft. “for now, let’s give you a real one. yeah?” you want to argue that your first orgasm felt pretty goddamn real, but your answer comes in the form of your eyes slipping back, your hand clutching onto his wrist, unsure if you want to push him away from your oversensitive hole or keep him sheathed there until you physically can’t cum anymore.

“please, please shuji i’m—mmph fuck, fuck—‘m gonna cum.” oh he knows you are. the silky feeling of your cream between his fingers is enough for the frayed rope in his stomach to snap, milky ropes of his seed spurting from his dick and landing across your pretty cunt in a lecherous slew of arousal. curses are grunted from between his lips, his fist tightening round his cock to milk every drop of his cum onto your messy little hole. each sticky glob of his seed dripping onto you has your pussy clenching around air, pulsing with aftershocks and the desperate desire to have shuji’s cum stuffing you full, flooding your cunt until syrupy strings of it leak from your slit and claim you from the inside out.

silently, he tucks himself back into his boxers and slinks your shaky legs into your discarded underwear, the mixture of your cum and his immediately dampening the fabric. hanma grins, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over the damp spot that has you shuddering out a whimper. he levels his head with yours, a fucked-out smile gracing your lips that he can’t help but press a kiss against too.

“so.” he says.

“so..?”

“paris.”

you giggle, airy and breathless and entirely too fucking infatuating. faux contemplation is laced in the hum that you sing, locks of his hair between your fingers keeping you tethered here and barely stopping you from floating up into orbit. your heads in the clouds, but shuji’s lips are a whisper away, kiss-puffed and begging you to come back to them. “paris.” you say, and before the last syllable can evaporate into the air, shuji’s mouth is slotting against your own so perfectly that you wonder how you’ll ever be able to kiss anyone but him again.

#: @wh0reforlevi

[jacqcrisis]

idk why but im just imaging, for the Left Turn universe, the weird gore and nsfl videos that would pop up on the internet every now and then only to be gone within a week and then become the stuff of urban legend.

was that handheld video of a glowing eyed, toothy human thing digging up a grave only to start tearing into the recently deceased real? was that cctv footage of what looks like a werewolf stalking, chasing, killing, and eating someone futuristic CGI? was that porn flick with the fishy looking person with a weird internal penis an elaborate and extremely realistic costume and make-up or what?

Who knows. No one's seen these videos in years. There's whole forum threads dedicated to arguing over the validity. Weird gore/porn enthusiasts are salivating at the thought of finding them again.

Witches, fae, and devilkind alike are ecstatic the have-nots are so conspiratorial already that they don't even have to do some kind of psy-op to convince people these things are fake. The have-nots just do it themselves in the most smarmy sarcastic manner under the aliases of TheUnshaken and armpitsniffer69 as they unravel exactly how the werewolf thing was just some badly thought out viral marketing campaign for the 2004 movie Hellsing.

Of course the old man's screams of pain and cry for help were realistic. They were actors, dumbass. That's the point.

[chipjrwibignaturals]

SORRY not done one more post bc that deleted post is so fucking abhorrent and Wrong in so many ways you can’t just do it in one piece

(note I have to add: op seems very opinionated that ONLY 2023 should impact the votes or be considered. keep this in mind)

(^ person who DEFINITELY understands how grieving happens and that no one will EVER let feelings sway their very serious tumblr cat poll voting)

anyway op’s pissy bc jellie, a “lame ass” and “stupid” “youtube cat” beat “” hm? which cats are those?

listen these are all great cats. hell, if it wasn’t a round 1 (before the tourney took off) I could see Mr J easily beating jellie! love these cats! but using op’s OWN LOGIC, what makes them the cat of 2023?

Mr J and Jorts & Jean have been around longer than 2023, hell Jorts and Jean’s propaganda even SAYS they became first popular in 2021. so should their original post(s) not be considered, bc they weren’t this year (and thus shouldn’t hold bearing on the poll)?

Eric im unfortunately unfamiliar with, but the description given even states he… did nothing

So what the hell qualifies any of them to be “some of the most prominent cats of 2023” OVER Jellie..? Because it sure as hell seems like they have the same qualifications here.

all this is rlly to say that. op fucking made up their own ruling to try and logic out their hatred. they were unfamiliar w jellie and are mad that she made it this far. that’s it, it’s just petty stupid bullshit. and that? is fucking pathetic

like this is a fucking tumblr poll that does not matter in the slightest. please for the love of god take a step back and look at yourself. you are unhappy your choice in a tumblr poll isn’t winning and decided to publicly shittalk your “opponent”, which is a fucking recently deceased pet, as well as anyone who cared abt her. as a “joke”. nice one, bud.

[icharchivist]

I said I'd write a book report about Almost Siete and you said to go for it, so you have nobody to blame for this

It already starts with literally the first thing we see of him, just standing in the fog with his back to Anre. That's so moody. Cinematic, even. Highly symbolic cloud fog? Perhaps. Also, how he immediately recognizes Anre (even though Anre is floating, so he couldn't have heard his steps)? Super ominous. It's the same with how in chapter 2 he immediately calls out to Seox, who was hiding in the shadows, when in chapter 3 both Tweyen and Niyon, the eyes and ears of the group, are startled by the guy. So he can just inexplicably sense people. That's so fascinating and it's just never elaborated on

Of course, the irony plays a big part in it. Almost Siete complains about being called out here so much, he complains about having to wait for 10 people to gather and it becomes so funny because I have forbidden knowledge from the future, my guy, you're gonna love it

Also loving that he got there early to have a look around, he's so paranoid like that. Or prepared. Whichever you wanna call it

Almost Siete only turning around to look mildly surprised at Anre and then immediately going back to being dismissive, he's so guarded, it's so hot

The fucking dry wit of "Hey Eahta, you wanna be Fif too?"

The now blogwide famous "That's a (whole ass) child :)" But also the mention that he was smiling while saying it is killing me specifically

Him being the only adult on this tortoise to point out that having a tiny child fight a tortoise is kind of fucked up, maybe and then fucking off into the fog again (really loving the use of the fog here, it's so ominous)

The laughter from the fog when Fif asks if she's gonna have to fight them? Come on. But then also immediately doing whatever it is that apparently gets Terra in fight mode

And then showing up again just to get a word in edgewise and call Terra their pet? Please. The man has bonded with the giant fuck-off tortoise before he's bonded with literally any of his fellow people, I am deceased

In chapter 2 how he just fucking grabs Fif ("like a ball") while she's excitedly flying around, like no, you look at him when he's talking to you. Very hot.

How he immediately flips into standard Siete fare with the introduction and the wink and then the uncanny valley moment of him acting like that while still dismissing his leadership position literally the next time. Also Anre saying he's the leader and Siete going "Sure" is just. So dismissive it's funny. It says so much in just one word

The utter hilarity of how he clearly never considered uniforms, immediately wonders whether they should get uniforms and then gets annoyed when he has to make the call, cause it's not like he cares about any of this or anything

Still being relatively soft about Fif when she immediately conks out and then immediately going back to "Anyway, y'wanna fight? :)" He's so aggressive

And then again so dismissive when Anre explains that that's not what the Eternals are for (hey, I just did what you said, it's not like I care or anything)

"I'd hope so, anyway" when Tien asks if all the Eternals are coming. This Siete would fucking physically drag everyone to the meeting if he cared about assembling them. I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life

The implication that he may be using his OP avatars again to defend Stardust Town while the twins are here and again his utter dismissal of Feower and refusal to explain? And then that Seox moment

But at the same time, he goes and makes tea, even though it was Anre's suggestion??? And even goes and brings everyone their cup? This man is so ambivalent, I'm losing my entire mind

And then just "Thanks, I tried my best (you ungrateful little brat) :)" when Feower knocks his tea (and again the narration calls out his fake smile, just mwah). Also love how nobody else really comments on it, besides Tien, so it's probably fine? Idk something about that

How he just immediately lets Tweyen have his tea and also implicitly offers her a place to sit? How he just clocked her desire to be part of a group from a glance??? But it's not like he cares or anything. Also how he immediately assures her by saying they have Terra as a security system. And then just resting his head on his hand? He's so nonchalant, I'm gonna bite him just to get a reaction

How he keeps resting his head on his hand because he explicitly FC's Feower with his free hand??? Also that the sword master could break your bones without ever even unsheathing his weapons, I'm gonna cry, that's so hot wtf

How he immediately knows it's Threo based on Niyon's description. Or maybe he did his weird people sensing again, not that that's any less hot. And then how he also immediately gets Threo to sit down. Also how she just immediately looks at him after coming in? Yeah, those two have a rapport. I need to know all about it. Chapter 4 please

The next time she suggests a fight he just wordlessly pushes her back, I'm foaming at the mouth

Something about how the entire ridiculous exchange between Feower and Fif makes him chuckle is so endearing and also so arrogant in a way I can't describe. Coming from him it just feels condescending

His own introduction being back to casual, but the "It's so fun to see you finally in one place" can also be read as super threatening tbh

How he just shrugs when asked about being the leader

Then how he says he would've let literally anyone who wanted be leader instead, but not Feower. Fuck Feower, actually. Feower's been annoying him all day. Why not fight? And then immediately draws a sword without fucking warning? Impossibly hot

The little detail about his smile being reflected in the blade? Please

Tossing the sword from one hand to the other, just playing with it? Basically taunting Feower??

But then also immediately pulling it back so Fif doesn't fly right into it????? And dropping it just as quickly as he brought it up?

Pointing the girls at the pantry? Again with the casual little acts of helpfulness. This man is impossible to pin down

And then just telling Anre straight up "I didn't think we'd get here :D" "Sorry about your dreams Anre, I never fucking believed in you. Anyway, lol @ having achieved it"

It's just so fucking funny how he swivels

He's not straight up dismissive or super obviously mean, but he's also very open about his ability to kick your ass if he wanted. Much more than he is in the present

Or even just knowing how present Siete isn't huge on fighting and this one would just wipe the floor with the entire crew if he just got slightly bored

I'm obsessed. I'm bewitched. I'm in love with one semi-feral man

Thanks so much, writer Anon, I owe you my entire life

holy shit you weren't kidding about the essay

i hope writer anon sees it because it's a glowing praise if i see one.

and also, 100% agreeing with everything you said. there's something so bewitching about Almost Siete and you really put it into words so well.

we're really lucky to have a writer who really put it so well into a scenario. Like damn.

thank you for this glowing review. I really hope writer anon sees it!

[toxintouch]

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In Today's News: hot professors from your local university are having a coffee date between lectures (and sharing a newspaper)

This post poisoned my brain

[thenon-fictiondays]

3,7,9 musical asks

thanks for not notifying me of this ask tumblr!

3: A song that reminds you of summertime - ngl I have an entire playlist of summer songs on my phone but that phone is. deceased. so uh for good summer songs I would fall back on literally any AKB48/48G summer singles or perhaps anything from the High School Musical 2 soundtrack 🤭

7: A song to drive to - also have an entire playlist that is no longer accessible but Uragiri no Yuuyake (DRRR OP) always makes me wanna drive at least 20mph over the speed limit

9: A song that makes you happy - ok this is a lil harder bc im struggling to remember what happiness feels like but Ichigo Sunset (Sasamiya ED) usually makes me grin like an idiot without fail

[cervidsunrise]

this romance was written with me and my interests specifically in mind

[incorrectzukka]

hakoda is more like aang than we think because he has a bi son thanks for listening i’ll be here all week

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