#sage roe

[leamiche]

doogle dump

[ales-big-design-blog]

fairy menors pt.2

[caesium-55]

—seven days. [ iv ]

pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.

summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.

warning/s: sexual content but it's nothing too explicit. also angst angst angst.

author's note: NOT BETA READ. NOT EDITED. also, lemme know what u guys think!! would love to read it honestly. it was what had been keeping me inspired.

tags: @whatamidoingwithmylife-ramdom @eugene-emt-roe @bellezaycafe @barnestatic @theseerbetweenus @wcnorris @notyouraveragemochii @lpab @vildetry06 @a-beaverhausen @formula1mount @loloekie @alucardsdaddyissues @leclercdream

masterlist.

You have three philosophies in life.

Pussies do not get the good stuff. If you want the good stuff, don't be a pussy.

Hard work will pay off one day. In the meantime, work hard but don't work too hard. You work smart and make it seem like you're working hard so by the time your “hard” work pays off, you’re not too tired from working and still have energy to enjoy your reward, you know? Does that make sense?

Whatever Max Verstappen wanted, Max Verstappen would get.

Now let us focus on philosophy number three. It's a shitty philosophy to have, but when you're working as the manager of Red Bull’s golden boy—after Sebastian Vettel, of course—that philosophy sort of becomes the job description. It's your job to give whatever Max Verstappen wanted, whatever he needed.

When he asks you that question, sounding so innocent as if he hasn't just yanked your entire world off its axis by saying those words, your first reaction is to pull up the middle finger. Fuck you, Max. Max is an asshole for asking you that. Max is an absolute asshole for asking you for a kiss. For the five years you've worked for him, he should already be aware of the power he holds over your head. Should be aware that you'll give anything he'll ask. That's why he should be careful with what he's asking from you.

Said asshole has the audacity to pout. He resembled the pet duck who lived in your Abuelo's farm that you were very fond of in your childhood. Her name was Maria and she was a menace. Your Abuelo even tied a pink bow to the duck’s neck so it could be easily recognizable. A 181-cm tall, broad-shouldered, blond-brown-haired Dutch duck with a blue-eyed gaze that will never fail to make your bones tremble and your heart stutter once you let yourself stare at it. You can put a bow around his neck, too, like what your Abuelo did to that duck. Then, use the bow to choke him in a way that is definitely not sexy or kinky but in a way that screams murder, murder, murder.

“That's not nice.”

“‘M not a nice person.”

“You're a nice person, you just don't do nice things.”

You give him a weird look.

“If you weren't a nice person, you would not be here with me right now,” he continues, in a manner that made him seem like a hundred-old sage imparting wisdom. “But you're here and you're not leaving and you're not hurting me so you're nice.”

His words cause something rotten to bloom in your ribs, “How are you so certain that ‘m not gonna end up hurtin’ you? For all you know, I'm gonna use this billiard stick to make you a human skewer right now.”

He laughs. God. The sound is absolutely beautiful that it terrifies you.

“You're you, [Name]. You would never hurt me.”

In a sense, he's right. You will never hurt him. Not intentionally, at least. If you wanted him to hurt, you'll be leaving right now and flying to Texas the same way Kelly did in Abu Dhabi. Because, for someone like Max, nothing in this world is more painful than to be left alone when all you yearned for is someone to be there for you.

“So……will you?” he asks again. “Will you kiss me?”

He's drunk, your brain reasons. Your fingers gently reach for his jaw—very angular, you belatedly realize—and Max chases the warmth of your skin. He does not know what he's asking, your brain reasons again. You tug him towards you and your mouth meets his, immediately registering the taste of the beer on his tongue. He’s stupid, your brain added. I’m stupid, too, you argue mentally and pushes him against the side of the billiard table and toss your stick to the floor and let yourself take everything from Max Verstappen. Fuck you Max, you think with finality. Your brain replies: You’re also fucked.

He took what he wanted from you. Every day. Every single day. He will ask and you will give. Now, it is your turn to take. One last time before the inevitable goodbye that you know will break both of your hearts.

Anger. Frustration. That's what you feel right now. Anger because this is going to make things more complicated for you and goddammit, why are you making things hard for yourself? Frustrated because you’re not supposed to do this but you cannot fucking stop. Thank fuck you resigned before pulling this shit because this is soooooo unprofessional.

You read somewhere that said something like all people are driven to the point of eating their gods after a time. And is this situation not a perfect demonstration of this? Max is your god. Max was your god. And you are going to devour him—fueled by five years of frustration and anger and a series of why, why, why didn't you talk to Horner? Now it's too late because I'm leaving all because you didn't talk to fucking Horner.

You've forgiven 2021. 2022 made your grudge grow. And you're not stupid to continue staying after his 2023 victory when it's clearly not happening—the dream that will be given to you with Max's power. You will never forgive yourself if you stayed here and be continuously reminded of what you could become, what you failed to become.

Max is surprisingly pliant under your hands. A rare occasion. One would expect Max Verstappen to take the lead because that's what he did in the race tracks. A 20-second lead from everyone else. He's also the type to just do whatever he wanted, you know? And people would let him. Because he's Max Verstappen.

Dominance. Total dominance.

“Wait,” he squeezes your arms and you do not hear him clearly the first time because you're so concentrated on his lips and how it feels and tastes against yours. “Wait, wait. Slow down.”

You pull away and you hear him take a gasp of air, “Somethin’ wrong?”

He looks so beautiful like this. Beneath you. Lips swollen. Blue eyes wide with desire. Hair perfectly messy. Grip on your arm so tight that you're sure will definitely leave a hand-shaped bruise tomorrow.

“Can’t breathe,” he says with a light laugh and you resist the urge to violently bash your head against the billiard table because what the fuck? That's not good for your heart. It's too… too… adorable. Max is not supposed to be an adorable person.

You suck in a breath and lower your head until your forehead meets Max’s firm chest.

“Fuck you,” you mumble.

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

You raise your head and meet Max’s eyes, the culprit behind your insanity right now.

(Your Abuela said that blue eyes were just blue eyes. Until you fall in love with someone with blue eyes and blue becomes a color that consumed your world whole. You appreciated the sky more because it reminded you of his eyes. You appreciated the color of the seas more because it reminded you of his eyes. Blue became the color of love.)

Now what? Do you continue or…?

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Do you even need to ask?” you deadpan. Max’s hands circle around your waist and he gently guides you away from him. He dusts his shirt once he has fully risen from the billiard table before his hand finds yours. Fingers intertwining together, he leads you out of the entertainment room.

Your heart drums with anticipation. Numerous questions circle around your head but it all disappears in a flash when Max brings you to the room where you found him that morning. You wince when you walk past the broken door.

Yeah…

Making a payment plan will be hell. You're unemployed at the current moment, too. The first thing you have to do when you land in Texas is find a job.

He makes you sit on his bed, the soft mattress dipping down on your weight. You can only stare at him, brows furrowing in confusion and a question sitting on the tip of your tongue that you are yet to voice out. Max makes a beeline to his closet, throwing it open and procuring a box.

A box.

He walks back to you, dropping on his knees and that action makes you panic. Then, Max opens the box, pulling out the most gorgeous pair of five-inch block heels you have ever laid eyes upon and gently slips them onto your feet. The straps have pearls and satin bows and it has tiny white diamonds, elegantly cut, as the centerpiece. Not even the YSL Opyum heels you own can compare to its elegance and beauty.

You almost kick him in the face because you do not expect that he’ll do that.

I bought shoes and they don't fit her. Max has told you. You feel bile rise up your throat.

The shoes. They fit you. Perfectly. As if it was made to be yours. As if it was bought to be yours. As if he was thinking of you, who is nothing but his manager and somewhat friend, when he bought the gorgeous heels instead of Kelly Piquet, his fucking girlfriend of three years whom he had been living with in this fucking penthouse, and parenting little P with.

“They're perfect,” Max whispers and he looks up with that smile playing on his lips. You feel tears sting your eyes and you press your lips into a thin line before moving your gaze away, blinking rapidly.

Max is doing this because he thought you were Kelly.

“They're custom, you know? They're the only pair in the world.”

His words make the taste of bile a hundred times worse. You stare at the shoes on your feet as if it's a sin to have the shoes fit you. No wonder Kelly is mad at Max. If Leo has commissioned custom heels with another woman in mind and got your shoe size wrong after three years of being together, you'll feel hurt, too.

You feel the need to apologize to Kelly. Maybe a quick message to her IG? You also follow each other’s private account.

“You’re thinking,” he says and his voice snaps you out of the rabbit hole known as your thoughts. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothin’,” you lie. The feeling of wanting to puke intensifies so you grab Max by his collar and plant your lips against his to push back the imaginary bile stuck on your throat and from there, the situation escalates to the point that clothes are removed. One by one. When you reach to unstrap the heels, Max grabbed your wrists, almost panicked.

“What are you doin’?” you ask.

“Don't take them off please.”

Whatever Max wanted, Max would get.

Your name built a home in Max’s mouth, the syllables rolling off his tongue with ease at every pleasure he felt, while your fingers explore every inch of Max’s skin. You're only allowed to watch back then. Now, you're allowed to touch.

Hearing his whimpers and little groans and shudders—all done by your hands—you feel nothing but satisfaction. He chants your name like it's a prayer and you're his god and if that is not love then you do not what is.

You wait for Max to utter Kelly’s name midway.

He never did.

“What are you doing?” his voice is groggy with sleep. After doing it, he immediately passes out. Weak ass bitch. You're still waiting for the horror once the realization of what you’ve done sinks into your system. The annoying headache, too. For now, none of them have arrived yet. Probably because you still have enough alcohol in your system to numb things out for you. While waiting, you're on your phone.

Ha, it's past 12 midnight now. You have three days to tell Max before you fly to Texas.

“Talkin' to someone,” you reply cryptically. His brows knit together.

“Who?”

“Just Logan.”

“The American in Williams?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, the American in Williams.”

You notice how his arms on your waist tighten, pulling you a little closer to him, but you say nothing. This action causes flowers to bloom in your lungs and you hope he hasn't noticed how your breath hitched.

“Why?”

“He’s my friend. Friends talk,” you deadpan.

Logan Sargeant is an absolute sweetheart. He reminds you a lot of your little brother and you both share the same sentiments regarding the feeling of being unwelcomed in Formula One. You suppose he has it worse though. Nobody in the grid really makes an effort to befriend the young racer and you're fifty percent sure that the fact he's American made a contribution to that.

None of the other racers even follow him on Insta.

“Well, what are you two talking about?” Grumpy and bratty Max is back. Welcome back, asshole.

“He’s in Texas right now and he was askin’ if I was back home, too. Said we should grab a drink together. I promised to show him around Austin.”

“You never invited me to Austin.”

“Why would you even go to Austin?” your nose scrunch a little. “You visit your mother for Christmas.”

He rolls his eyes.

“You're befriending too much racers.”

“Excuse me? I only have Logan as a friend. Charles, too, by extension because he's your friend,” you point out. “Checo and Daniel and Yuki and Liam because they work with you.”

“And me.”

“You're not my friend.”

“What am I then? Your dog?”

“I work for you.”

“You work with me, not for me,” he corrects.

You do not know why your heart skipped a beat at that.

“I’m just trynna be a good friend here and you're bein’ unreasonably grumpy,” you try to shift the subject to save your own sanity. “None of you even tried to befriend Logan.”

Max abruptly reaches for his phone on the bedside table and unlocks it. You watch as he opens his Instagram, the public one, and added Logan's account. You gape. He switches to his private account and searches for Logan’s account in your profile's list of followers and adds him, too.

“What the fuck, Max?”

“I’m befriending him,” he says simply. “I’ll invite him over if he ever comes by in Monaco during the off-season.”

You blink.

“Now say goodbye to him and go back to sleep.”

He tosses his phone to the bedside table and turn his back on you in a manner that reminded you of a very petulant child.

You glance at your phone only to see Logan’s freaked out messages.

logan: HE FOLLOWED ME??!? ON BOTH ACCOUNTS???

logan: AM I SEEING THINGS? HAVE I ACCIDENTALLY SNORTED DRUGS??!

logan: maybe it's the texas heat??

logan: *sent a screenshot*

logan: MAX VERSTAPPEN INVITED ME TO HIS PENTHOUSE??

you: congrats child

logan: is this your doing??!?

logan: are you with him now?

logan: wait that's impossible, itd be 2 am in monaco now there's no way youd be together rn

If only he knows.

you: how bout we talk later once the sun rises here in monaco?

you: or maybe once i arrive in the us?

logan: sure sure

you: stay safe out there kid

logan: HE JUST FOLLOWED ME I CAN DIE HAPPY

You toss your phone aside and inch closer to Max, looping your arms around him and falling asleep in his warmth.

Your phone rings and it's not the Max Max Max Super Max Max ringtone. It's the default one.

Mama, the caller ID indicates. 4:31 AM is written on the upper right corner of your phone screen. You press the answer button.

“Your Papa…… It was a dangerous call. He needs to see you before he… He might not make it.”

That alone is enough for you to jump out of bed. You scramble to grab last night’s clothes and slip them on. Fuck, they still smell like alcohol.

“Hey, hey, what's wrong?” Max, who's rudely awakened when you abruptly jumped out of bed, looks so lost and when he sees you run your way out of his bedroom and to the stairs, he panics. The poor man panicked. He falls down the bed and runs after you, having the decency to only grab a towel to cover his lower half. He stops you, grabbing your wrist just as you're at the lowest step of the stairs.

“Wait, where are you going?” his voice is still rough with sleep and he's aggressively rubbing out his grogginess from his eyes. You stop, letting out a breath that you don't realize you're holding before turning around to face him. Then, the guilt rushes in. Max looks so…you don't have the words to describe it. His hair is a mess and he still looks sleepy but he also looks wide awake and kind of panicking and confused.

This is a face that's equally endearing and heartbreaking. You can't believe this will be the last time you'll be seeing him. You're still supposed to have three days left but now it's cut short and you—

You'll miss him.

“Sorry, baby,” you come up a few steps and cup his cheeks, bringing his face down so you can kiss his forehead. His hand comes up to lay on top of yours, eyes fluttering close.

“Where are you going?” he asks again.

“Texas,” you reply. “Dad… he… 'Twas a bad call and I need to see him. I need—I need to go home now.”

This is the reality of being family with a firefighter. You're always in danger of losing your father in one of the calls. And that is happening now.

Max understands because he knows your father's line of work.

“Do you need me to come with you?”

You shake your head.

“Then, I’ll drive you.”

“No,” you shoot him down quickly. “You drank last night. It’s dangerous.”

“I’m not drunk now.”

��Max,” you breathe through your nose to calm yourself down. “I’ll take the next flight available to the US. You stay here.”

“Take my jet.”

“No, Max,” you say. “Thank you for the offer but you’ll use the jet when you visit your mother.”

“I can fly commercial,” he squeezes your hands. “You don't want me to drive you. You don't want me to come with you. At least take the jet.”

You open your mouth to protest.

“Just take the jet, please, [Name].”

Whatever Max wanted, Max would get. So you nod your head slowly because it looks like he'll argue just to get you seated in his jet. And you'll argue with him if it was any other day but not today because you need to leave quickly. Time is becoming too precious. You can lose your Dad any second. You just wish you can see him and talk to him before he went.

“Okay.”

You pull away, whipping around to head to the door but Max doesn't let your wrist go. You turn back to him.

“What is it, Max?”

“Text me when you land in Texas?”

“Of course.”

“One last thing. Wait here.”

He runs back to his room and you tap your foot impatiently, eyes trained on the mismatched shoes that covered your feet. Max returns not even five minutes later and now, he's wearing clothes and he’s carrying the shoe box from last night.

You swallow the lump on your throat.

“Take this with you.”

With shaking hands, you take the box.

“See you around, [Name].”

“Goodbye, Max.”

It's a good thing that you spent the entire morning yesterday packing because this makes everything smoother for you. It is a little past 5 am now and the outside world is still enveloped in total darkness. You gaze at the apartment one last time, three suitcases in tow. The keys feel heavy in your hands as you lock the door behind you.

In the middle of your apartment living room sits a lone shoe box with a letter that says: Sorry, Max. I can't steal more from Kelly.

Beside the box is a folder.

An unfinished guide on becoming Max Verstappen’s manager. (I’ll have the final copy printed, binded, and sent before the 2024 pre-season. Haha, I’m channeling my inner Toto Wolff.)

The first paper you’ll see after you open the folder reads:

Max, I know you’d be the one who’d find this one day. By that time, I’ll be in Texas already. I don't know if I’d have told you that I resigned already. If I didn't, that's because I’m a pussy. Sorry.

Anyways, I will say this as straightforwardly as I can because I think I had been a pussy long enough.

I resigned, Max. I won't be your manager by 2024 and honestly, I am worried. Not for you, of course. You’d win WDC whether I am your manager or not. That's how good you are. I am worried for your future manager. I’m afraid it would take someone with guts like me to work for with someone like you. A powerhouse manager for a powerhouse athlete.

Inside, you can find the following things:

How to bake my abuela’s special cheesecake.

How to make Red Bull vodka

How to make Max’s favorite pasta for lunch

List of Max Verstappen’s favorite places in each city

How to iron Max Verstappen’s clothes

What to do when Max accidentally sets the kitchen on fire

What to do when Max has a bad race

How to protect Max Verstappen from angry Hamilton fans

How to deal with a drunk Max Verstappen

Etc…

I will still be watching your journey, not from the Red Bull garage but from another continent. We worked five amazing years together and now it is time for us to fly on different skies. As much as I liked working with you, you can't be the only one reaching your dreams. Don’t worry, I’ll always reach out.

Thank you, Max. For giving me a home. I’m not talking about the apartment. I don't believe that home are establishments. Home is the people you love and Max, you are someone I love.

In the last page of this folder, you’d see a handmade bracelet tucked inside. It's small and it's made of cheap beads and I do not care if you don't think it's worthy enough to be worn on your wrist. Not even going to be offended. It's dirt compared to the Cartier bracelets you wear everyday. I bought the beads while roaming in Brazil and I just thought I’d make you one.

I cannot give you any gift that you already cannot buy with your money so I went ahead and made this. Money cannot buy anything made by my own hands.

Thank you again, Max.

And I’m so fucking sorry.

Please don't be angry.

I love you.

You watch the sun rise inside Max's jet as you fly over Monaco to Texas.

[simply-ivanka]

Democrats, Blame Yourselves

Voters on Tuesday repudiated the results of progressive policies.

By The Editorial Board Wall Street Journal

If Democrats want some sage counsel on how to recover from their electoral drubbing on Tuesday, we suggest they recall that classic relationship breakup line from Seinfeld’s George Costanza: “It’s not you; it’s me.”

The temptation after a defeat this humiliating is to hunt for scapegoats—fading Joe Biden, untutored Kamala Harris, Russian disinformation, benighted and racist voters. They’d be wiser to look in the mirror.

The defeat was less a resounding endorsement of Mr. Trump than a repudiation of progressive governance. America rejected the consequences of left-wing policies. Democrats lost ground from 2020 across many demographic groups, according to the exit polls. Even women moved percentage points closer to Mr. Trump. How could Democrats possibly lose like this to a man they think is Hitler? Allow us to offer a list for liberal reflection:

• The failure of Bidenomics. Democrats once understood that private business drives growth and higher incomes. Sometime in the 21st century, they came to believe that government spending creates wealth—via the “Keynesian multiplier” and other nostrums.

Thus they passed, on a party-line vote, a $1.9 trillion pandemic-relief bill that wasn’t really needed, fueling the highest inflation in decades. This robbed millions of workers of real wage gains, which haunted Democrats on Tuesday as two-thirds of voters said they were unhappy with the state of the economy.

• Cultural imperialism. Democrats took their 2020 victory as an invitation to turn identity politics into woke policy. They stood with transgender activists instead of parents who don’t want boys to play girls sports or elementary teachers to pass out pronoun pins. Republicans hammered Democrats with ads that attacked Democratic votes against tying federal funds to transgender school policies.

Democrats also began using the term “Latinx,” which sounds to many Spanish-speakers like illiterate cultural imperialism from elites. Could that and other woke policies have played a role in Mr. Trump winning 46% of the Hispanic vote and 55% of Latino men, according to the exit polls?

• Regulatory coercion. In pursuit of their climate obsessions, Democrats pushed coercive mandates, including an EPA rule effectively saying that by 2032 only 30% of new car sales can be gas-powered models. The EV mandate caused layoffs among auto workers in Michigan that Mr. Trump attacked in TV ads and on the stump.

• Lawfare. Democrats used Mr. Trump’s divisiveness to escalate against him at every turn. After calling him a Russian stooge and impeaching him twice, Mr. Biden labeled him a “fascist” and Democrats tried to bar him from the ballot.

They criminally indicted Mr. Trump—four times—and targeted his family business with a civil suit. They convicted him in New York, under an elected Democratic prosecutor who stretched the law to turn misdemeanors into felonies, in a case that wouldn’t have been brought against another businessman.

The strategy turned Mr. Trump into a martyr to GOP voters and cemented his support in the Republican primaries.

• Breaking democratic norms. Democrats decided to use taxes from plumbers and welders to forgive college loans for lawyers and grad students in grievance studies. When the Supreme Court struck Mr. Biden’s effort down as an abuse of power, he tried again and taunted the Court to stop him.

Democrats tried to override the Senate filibuster to seize control of the nation’s voting laws and impose practices such as ballot harvesting, as Mr. Biden raged that his opponents were creating “Jim Crow 2.0.”

They tried to override the filibuster to pass a national abortion law that would go beyond Roe v. Wade. They promised to override the filibuster in 2025 to bulldoze the High Court. They ran Joe Manchin and Kyrsten Sinema out of the party for disagreeing.

All of this and other progressive preoccupations caused Democrats to lose sight of the larger public interest. They came to believe, backed by the mainstream press, that voters would tolerate it all because Mr. Trump was simply unacceptable.

This opened the door for Mr. Trump to remind voters that they were better off under his policies four years earlier. Mr. Trump won more than 72 million ballots. He improved his standing with minority voters. He gained votes even in Democratic states.

Voters were telling Democrats on Tuesday that the party has wandered into ideological fever swamps where most Americans don’t want to go. Winning those voters again will require more than firing back up the anti-Trump “resistance.”

[pupsmailbox]

DEER︰FAWN ID PACK

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PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/aer. ant/ler. antler/antler. ash/ash. berry/berry. branch/branche. buck/buck. ce/cer. clove/clove. cross/cross. curse/curse. daisy/daisy. deer/deer. demon/demon. devil/devil. dirt/dirt. doe/doe. dust/dust. escape/escape. evil/evil. fae/faer. faun/faun. fawn/fawn. fern/fern. fir/fir. for/forest. h…/h…m. hazel/hazel. hex/hex. hide/hide. hol/holly. hoof/hoof. horn/horn. hurt/hurt. hy/hym. limp/limp. lone/lone. lost/lost. pine/pine. riot/riot. ruin/ruin. run/run. scare/scare. sh…/h…r. shock/shock. shy/hyr. shy/shy. stab/stab. stag/stag. stalk/stalk. stare/stare. th…y/th…m. thy/thym. wild/wild. 🌱 . 🌲 . 🌿 . 🍁 . 🍂 . 🏔 . 🏞 . 🦌 .

[f0point5]

Something in your eyes says we can beat this

Part 17 of the Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader social media au

A/N: It has been a wild 24 hours. The Mick text thread was typically divisive, and I’ve LOVED seeing everyone react strongly to it. I know Y/N wasn’t at her best but I don’t enjoy reading or writing about characters who always get it right, so I’m being fairly brutal with how I think someone with her character would react to what she’s been going through.

Also, if you enjoy this content at all, do me a favour, and pray/sage/chant do whatever your belief system tells you to do to break a curse because…I’m not ready for tomorrow.

As always, grateful for all the comments, likes, etc. and I hope you enjoy this part <3

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ArtFight doodles 13 and 14!

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Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda Masterlist

Here are a collection of headcanons for an anon who asked for more environmental headcanons for the region of Nargothrond! I can do more in depth flora and fauna posts with specific categories; I’ve actually already started one for flowers!

More in the Nargothrond tag!

Disclaimer: I’m going with the likely climate and environment based on what information we have about the surrounding regions however, I’m always happy to do posts with ideas about what environment or ecology could be based on real locations like the one I did for the havens based on Southwestern Australia

Given that Tolkien was inspired in his plains and grasslands of a wide variety of places, everywhere from China to Britain to Northern Africa and the US, I’m imagining a wide range of biodiversity here in this plateau especially given the proximity to these two rivers. I don’t think that all of his grasslands have life from all these places necessarily but I do think there is the potential for more biodiversity. 

I have some headcanons about bioluminescence in the caves of Nargothrond here and about the environment of western Beleriand more generally here!

-While the ecology of the Talath Dirnen or other parts of the region of Nargothrond is not described, we get some descriptions of the trees and plants around Amon Rûdh which is slightly northeast of Talath Dirnen.

-Average temperatures in fall and winter are one to twelve degrees Celsius or thirty to fifty five degrees Fahrenheit. Spring to summer are about twelve to twenty five degrees Celsius or fifty five to seventy eight degrees Fahrenheit

-The climate is temperate with cold winters and warm summers. Snowfall is typically an average high of six to seven inches or fifteen to seventeen centimeters

-Temperature is more stable within the caves though there are additional measures used for warmth during the coldest weather including expanding insulation

-As parts of the river Narog is underground, there are many unique species found there including salamanders like olms, cave amphipods, species of subterranean  Nemacheilidae, Viviparous brotula, and Ictaluridae (cave dwelling fish) and roosting bats (mostly in the far uninhabited passages) as well as a variety of more invertebrates. 

-The area surrounding Nargothrond is mostly prairie like grassland steppe and forested hills. The species of grass are primarily wheatgrasses, fescue, junegrasses and other species from the poa family

-The hills and open plain are made up of a variety of species including apera, Coleanthus,  reed sweet grass, melica, veldtgrass, sages,  weeping alkaligrass, and many species in the daisy family. Wild strawberry and musk strawberry, hawthorn, thistles, and meadowsweet are more possibilities for the more shrub like areas around the hills. 

-We know from descriptions in The Children of Húrin that mountain ash grows in the surrounding areas. Rowan trees, also called mountain ashes. These trees are ecologically important in that their fruits feed a huge variety of animals including red foxes, spotted nutcracker birds, song thrushes, dormice, redwings, roe deer and other cloven hooved creatures, and more. 

[selnyam]

FFXIV Write 2024: Stamp

Hips swaying to the sound of a busker, a pink haired Viera made her way through the markets of Gridania.  It was a slight cloudy day, perfect for her later plans.   Taking advantage of some downtime for once, Flidais was planning on having friends over for a Moonfire garden party.  Plenty of food, grilled meats, and desserts were on the menu.  Good conversation to be had, a fire to sit around, her spa for relaxing. 

She smiled to the woman tending a stall, taking a bundle of peppers from her.  This was the last she needed, time to head back to her cottage in the Lavender Beds.  Her wife and one of her partners were already there, and guests had begun to arrive.  She'd just popped over after an early morning incident with her carbuncle Ciabatta had delayed her.  The little sneak had spotted her neighbors laundry drying and made off with her bras.

Thankfully the married couple, a pair of wonderful ladies, were good friends of Flidais so they'd laughed it off.  Ciabatta temporarily dismissed,  she'd rushed to the markets.  The ferry captain nodded to her as she boarded,  carrying her to the ward her small cottage was located.  As the ferry drifted she smiled and watched the small fish under the surface.  It really was the perfect day for this.  Life had been so busy these past months she was eager to help her friends relax.  

The ferry docked and she hopped off, offering a slight bow to the captain.  He waved, and she started up the hill to her cottage.   The sound of chatter, laughter, and good company reached her floppy ears as she approached causing her grin to grow wider.  She increased her pace, quickly arriving at the hedge that bordered her home.  

The yard was a lively place,  guests chatting away.  Over under the willow tree an Auri woman dressed in elegant blue sat on the small deck, hand entwined with her Miqo partners.   The dark skinned Miqo was laughing,  smile like the sun, deep in conversation with an Auri woman with an eyepatch.  Flidais’s girlfiend Shura turned her head so her good eye met Flidais’s own gaze and waved, then went back to whatever story she was telling.  Over by the firepit the twin of the elegant Au Ra from the deck stood, helping a Miqo'te woman in glasses places chunks of marbled meat on skewers.   Her long scaled tail wrapped around the Miqo's own.

“Welcome back!  More are on the way love, can you run inside and grab more wine?”  Metrina calls from where she is seated by the fire.   There's a sly smile to her face.  The same adorable smile when she's hiding a secret.  The tall Viera nods, moving over and handing the shopping basket to someone.  Odd. Everyone is avoiding looking at her, or hiding their mouths.  Something is up.  She raises an eyebrow, lifting her hands in question.  But Metrina's stop her. The Roe womans hands, sage control crystals in her fingertips,  wrap around Flidais’s calloused blacksmith hands.  “Wine please?”  Flidais kisses her wife then moves into the cottage, all eyes on her.

It is then the joke becomes apparent.  Every flat surface, every open space on her shelves, even the couch is covered in books.  The same books.  The same series, that accursed series. “The Rabbit Rogue”  that Ishgardian sapphic romance series her friends find endlessly hilarious.  The one some author based the romantic lead off one pink haired, floppy eared adventurer.  All over her home that look-a-like woman, posed with an Elezen woman, stares back at her. 

Outside all the party goers break into laughter, as the sound of furious,  irritated Viera feet thump and stamp and thud from inside the cottage.   A prank well worth it.

[duckprintspress]

Celebrate the Year of the Dragon with 26 Dragon-y Books!

大家，新年快乐！Happy New Year, everyone! Today, February 10th, is Lunar New Year, and in many countries that use the lunar calendar, the new year to come is the year of the dragon, so we thought it’d be fun to share some of our favorite books featuring dragons! These books have a mixture of dragon type (some more Western, some more Eastern), and some are queer and some aren’t. The common theme is the prominence of dragons in the plot, because we LOVE dragons!

The Dragon of Jin-Sayeng (Chronicles of the Bitch Queen series) by K.S. Villoso

When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill

Highfire by Eoin Colfer

After the Dragons by Cynthia Zhang

The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea by Axie Oh

Copper Coins by Mu Su Li

The Tea Dragon Society (The Tea Dragon Society series) by K. O’Neill

Hands Off, Evil Dragon! by Kitty Roe Factory

Dungeon Meshi by Ryoko Kui

Phoenix Extravagant by Yoon Ha Lee

Wyrms: An Anthology of Dragon Drabbles by Eric Fomley

To Shape a Dragon’s Breath (Nampeshiweisit series) by Moniquill Blackgoose

The Priory of the Orange Tree (The Roots of Chaos series) by Samantha Shannon

Seraphina (Seraphina series) by Rachel Hartman

Sorcerer to the Crown (Sorcerer Royal series) by Zen Cho

The House of Binding Thorns (Dominion of the Fallen series) by Aliette de Bodard

Wild Magic (The Immortals series) by Tamora Pierce

Dragon Slippers (Dragon Slippers series) by Jessica Day George

Dragon (Five Ancestors series) by Jeff Stone

Magyk (Septimus Heap series) by Angie Sage

Dragon Keeper (Dragon Keeper series) by Carole Wilkinson

Eon: Dragoneye Reborn (Eon series) by Alison Goodman

Where the Mountain Meets the Moon (Where the Mountain Meets the Moon series) by Grace Lin

Dragon-Ridden (Dragon Ridden Chronicles series) by T.A. White

His Majesty’s Dragon (Temeraire series) by Naomi Novik

In the Vanishers’ Palace by Aliette de Bodard

What are your favorite dragon books? We’d love to add to our list!

The contributors to list this are: @thechaoscryptid @owlouterbridge @hermit-writes @nursinggeek @unforth @Shadaras @hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon @tryslora and an anonymous contributor

[nursesharkinfirmary]

ִֶָ࣪𓂃 * -` 🦌 ´- deer npts 🌾ㅤׂㅤ⭒

─ 𖦹 ˙ ̟Names

Bambi/Bambie, Doe, Fern, Deerette, Buck, Cotton, Sage, Antler, Rein, Roe, Cervus, Elkkie, Cedar, Hazel, Fawn, Finn/Finnley, Daphne, Juniper, Elowen, Anais, Hawthorne, Willow, Maple

─ 𖦹 ˙ ̟Pronouns

Sh.../H...r, H.../H...m, Doe/Doe's, Buck/Buck's, Hoof/Hoof's, Pine/Pine's, Ant/Ler's, Berry/Berry's, Branch/Branches',🦌/🦌's, 🌱/🌱's, 🌲/🌲's, 🍂/🍂's, 🌿/🌿's, 🍁/🍁's, 🏞/🏞's, 🏔/🏔's

─ 𖦹 ˙ ̟Titles

(Pref Royal Title) of the Forest, The Fuzzy Gentle Giant, (Prn) donned in Spots/(Prn) donned in Antlers, The Lovely Woodland Creature, The Hoofed Majesty

[jennydwren]

Van Der Linde Gang by the Grateful Dead

I'm Dead serious right now. You can make an entire RDR2 playlist from songs the Dead either wrote or covered. Put these on shuffle:

Mama Tried (Merle Haggard) - p. much the entire gang (this could be a campfire song for them) but especially Jack

Me and My Uncle (John Phillips) - cowboys, gambling, murder, an uncle, what's not to like except the lumbago?

Loser - gambling, needing one last big score

Mexicali Blues - could be a campfire song but also foreshadows RDR1 events in a way (cw: lyrics have not totally aged well)

Jack Straw - murder, vengeance is a fool's game, trains, your bff is going off the rails and you have to make a horrible decision

Dire Wolf - John Marston's terrible luck, card playing, drinking - the chorus is "Don't murder me / I beg of you don't murder me / Please don't murder me"

Black Peter - a man slowly dying of a painful illness

Stagger Lee (the version actually written by the Grateful Dead) - big Sadie Adler vibes, useless sheriff, more gambling and murder

Whiskey in the Jar (traditional) - an Irish song for Sean, Molly, and Kieran - Jerry Garcia's mother was Irish-American

The Race is On (Don Rollins) - great campfire song for the gang about failure in love written as gambling on a horse race. Arthur actually feels this way, not without justification.

Casey Jones - the real Casey's train crash happened in 1909 if I'm remembering right, but the overconfidence despite warnings is so Dutch

Death Don't Have No Mercy (Gary Davis) - the Blackwater losses and those experienced during gameplay

Friend of the Devil - another hapless loser on the run

Althea - a woman gives the singer advice about his problems ("I told Althea the treachery was tearing me limb from limb") which, it is implied, goes unheeded

I've Been All Around This World (traditional) - the singer prepares to make a last stand with numerous firearms rather than be hanged

Sugaree - the end of a career of outlawry

Alabama Getaway - goes with any of the bounty hunting missions

Cold Rain and Snow (traditional) - singer feels mistreated - funnily, many bluegrass/folk versions sing a version in which the singer murders his wife, but the Grateful Dead actually avert the murder-ballad trope

Jack-a-Roe/Jack Monroe (traditional) - a fantastic campfire song for the ladies, particularly Sadie and Karen

Big Railroad Blues (Noah Lewis) - singer should have listened to his mother, implied train robbery ending in jail

Dupree's Diamond Blues - more inept criminality

La Bamba (traditional) - Yes, the Dead covered this one too. Javier needs one big fun Mexican song in this playlist.

Peggy-O (adapted from a Scottish ballad) - thwarted love and death

Wharf Rat - a blind beggar trying to pull his ruined life together - Dead Heads seeking sobriety began calling themselves "Wharf Rats" and banding together at shows

Knockin' on Heaven's Door (Bob Dylan) - Oh, Arthur.

If you add the works of Garcia's side projects Old and In the Way and New Riders of the Purple Sage, you could keep it going for days.

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

“You don’t know what you are, and you have a malevolent spirit inside of you. In simple terms, I don’t trust you. I hope you prove me wrong.” — Rahim to Sage, S2

As promised here's my own playlist for my Superstition OC Sage Roe, early 20s studying psychology with her best-bud Chris. Has a sibling-like relationship with Sydero who finds her annoying and trouble-prone. Entered a situationship with the-shadow-in-her-head-now-owning-a-human-body Zillah. Will protect Bradley and Amari in a fist-fight if she has to. Def sees Rahim as the responsible parent in the group.

[nabbit-unmasked]

Hallo Sage! I’m the roe deer from @roe-deer-link and … i don’t know i was wondering if i could link my hearthome but i’m still unsure… i just love this place and would love to be more connected… but i still don’t know … could you tell me your thoughts about this/that(?) plan?

(:’) not a native speaker- sorry if there any grammar/writing errors)

Of course you can ^^

Your link identities can be pretty much anything you want them to be, including places!

There's no limits on hearthomes also acting as your link (or kin), and a place can be both at the same time, especially of you feel it would bring you closer to it :)

Also, I was just looking at your blog the other day (I think it was the post where you and your dad went looking for rare creatures and you saw some roe deer), and I'm always happy to see another deer on here. Now I'll be able to see another place too :D (if you go through with linking :3)

Also, no problem for the grammar/writing, I could understand it just fine :)

@roe-deer-link

[meteor752]

Double life kids name meanings

Like I’ve said before, all of the names are very arbitrary, so don’t expect a lot of like, fitting or thematic things

Also we’re doing the middle names too, so Liana’s gonna be fun (Sarcasm, I hate myself)

Liana Sharina Ace Xelqua Sage Aurelia Francesca Octavia Jellie Monroe

Liana means “To Twine Around” and “My god has answered”. Wildly different meanings, and neither really mean anything to her

Sharina means “A gift of god”, and like considering all of the kids are created by the watchers who are kinda gods I guess, so maybe? It would also tie into Liana’s second meaning

Ace means “Expert”, which like alright. She’s good at what she does

Xelqua is Grian’s old username, and a lot of people says it means “Sun” or something of the sort. I guess

Sage means “Wise” or “Healthy”, neither of which Liana is.

Aurelia means “The Golden One”. Her hair is golden? Eh?

Francesca means “Free”. Liana is not free

Octavia means “Eight”. Liana was the last born of the kids, but there’s only seven of them. Nothing in her life has anything to do with the number eight

Jellie means “Worthy”. That’s very cute actually

Monroe means “Mouth of the river roe.” ??????

Wes Ethoslab Double-SV

Wes means “Western Meadow”. He lived on the east side of the map I’m pretty sure. We’re nailing nothing so far.

Etho means "Copycat"? Apparently? Idk what that says about him

Gertrude Praline Statz-Diggity Dawg

Gertrude means "Strength". First name to be actually fitting, huzzah. Gertrude is a strong gal, both physically and emotionally. She's the rock of the kids

Praline doesn't have a clear meaning, from what I've seen. The name comes from one of my favorite cookies, so like yeah

Johnathan 'Johnny' Norman Tek

Johnathan means "God has given". We're involving god a lot in these names

Johnny means "God is gracious". He is not

Norman means "Man from the north". Johnny has a clear Southern accent, so like what the hell

Jassy Slab Smallishbeans

Jassy means "Love". Jassy is from one of the platonic ish pairings on the server, so like we're missing the mark here, come on

I do not think I have to explain Slab

Jekiv Joe Inthelittlewood

Jekiv is a made up name and of course has no meaning, so I thought I'd explain how the hell I came up with it. When making the kids for the first time, I was spitballing names in my head to try and find something that fit them. My mind went to "Kevin" for this lad, but ew. Then came "Jakob". Also a no. And somehow my mind just frankensteined the two names into "Jekiv" Beautiful

Joe means "God will add", because our dear friend god is at it again

Novo Stellar/Cerulean Major-Moon

Novo means "New young", and was apparently used in the middle ages for a child born after a sibling had died. Novo died after Jekiv in the "Dead ending", his brother, but that's the only correlation I can find

Stellar means "Of the stars". I think in the post I made about the Dead Ending, I made some Star symbolism with the kids? Idk

Cerulean means "Dark Blue" or "Sky". Novo is destined to aim for the stars I suppose

This was a mistake

[sledgeleau]

rules: answer and tag people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with. (tagged by the lovely @goodluckbabeheffron <3)

favorite color: all earthy colors :) but especially moss and sage green

last song: hush, here comes a whizzbang from oh what a lovely war !!

last movie: top gun: maverick, currently rewatching it

currently reading: the charioteer by mary renault, though i will say ive been slacking… 😅

currently watching: im doing a rewatch of downton abbey, band of brothers, and top gun: maverick, but i also just started generation kill for the first time

currently craving: pho tai nam and strawberry matcha boba… i’ll have to get some later this week

tea or coffee: coffee all day everyday idc idc my body runs on caffeine from either coffee or monster

tagging @almost-a-class-act @danopdf @waterandtempest @sir-mr-dr-roe if any of yall would like to participate ❤️ anyone else is also free to join :)