#ta winners

[introspectivememories]

[downisupandupisdown]

Marie-Josée Ta Lou-Smith 1st in 100m at Jamaica Athletics Invitational. 2024

[iamrizaka]

How many titan side demigods survive the hunger games? Do you think the gods accept more than one winner? I can't imagine that there's a lot of them. And there are a lot of gods interested in the winning demigods.

I like to think that there've been seven games in total, from each game one winner.

Right now we know about Lee, Alabaster and Ethan. I haven't thought about other winners, but they are here too.

[tezerenotameiki]

i dont have polls but when i do what if i did a shuuen one

[having-conniptions]

Hot take: The Hidden Character peaked in episode 8. Everything after that was just... not it

[myillicitaffair]

Somethin’ Stupid | Charles Leclerc

Summary: while being interviewed by his former lover, bottled up feelings find their way out.

Warnings: english not being my mother tongue, lots of angst, some swearing, arguments.

Notes: this is the first time i’m ever posting anything on here, i hope you enjoy it xx

1.5k words.

Letting myself fall into his abrasive webs was surprisingly easy. His green orbs, pervasive and curious, piercing my soul.

We had our ups and downs, unbridled passion slowly dying with each tear shed, magnetic attraction burning my lungs.

We found ourselves in a hiatus, which found a way of prolonging itself further than I would have liked to. Perhaps he managed to keep himself occupied with his busy schedule; trainings, special dietary requirements, public relations… as for me, I rather hold my silence.

My routine was overflowed with his voice, with how much I missed his touch on my lower back, guiding me through the crowds, our hands intertwined in a tacit promise.

However, life demanded to continue with apparent normality. Dinner parties surrounded by friends, rounds of drinks avoiding alcohol… The last thing I needed was to degrade myself into a melancholic drunkenness.

Was he also having a hard time with the abysmal coldness on the other side of the bed or the loneliness of not having anyone to dilute your sorrow over morning coffee with?

My days had fallen into a sort of routine; waking up while missing him, showering while missing him, having breakfast while missing him… I think you get how thing are.

This particular morning, Silverstone was extraordinarily cloudy, the mist engulfing my view from the hotel room. How fitting!

Running away from my surreptitious misfortunes, I head downstairs, soaking up the competitive environment prior to every race. Emboldened as an agitated swarm, my colleges and me descended on the designated circuit.

Tedious security controls accompanied the anticipated fun, a hammer already pounding into my head at the thought of seeing him face to face once more.

Walking towards the space where the press was condensed, I check the days schedule for the last time. I am lucky enough to maintain friendly interactions with most drivers, so as to achieve fluid interviews, keeping the audience on the edge of their seats.

The only reason I can find as to why that fateful name is written on my list of drivers to interview was that God and I clearly have some unresolved business… funny timing to make me pay the price though!

A lump gets stuck in my throat just by thinking about it, preventing regular air flow.

The countdown only stuns me, even though my duty doesn’t start until the last lap. The smell of burnt rubber, product of speeding wheels, fills my lungs while intoxicating my nostrils.

The continuous lights turn red with overwhelming precision as seconds go by, lightning up the faces hidden with baklavas and iconic helmets.

Unconsciously (or maybe not so much), my eyes crawl back to the speeding number “16” that, red and furious, slides around the circuit while attempting to memorize every bump and curve along the way.

Chasing the sequence with collective looks of astonishment, a collision comes rushing down, disabling Piastri and Norris by the arrogance that only clear disagreements gives you.

Without further issues, the race concludes with a podium conformed by both Red Bull Racing drivers, trailed by seven time world champion Lewis Hamilton.

As possessed by group madness, the journalists rush into the victors. Microphone in hand, cameras shadowing us, content hunger gushing from our pores.

Driven by a exacerbated sadness, I shift my focus from the winners to him, returning my gaze with clouded tear ducts, bottled up frustration visible in his features.

With a touch on my shoulder, I’m brought back to reality by a co-worker, who, with a subtle shift of her head signals my awaiting obligations.

I head towards my press conference, where I take a seat with my name on it, psyching myself up for what I’m sure will be the most awkward interview of my whole career.

Dressed in Ferrari clothing and constantly stalked by flashes, both pilots near the platform where I await. They settle into their designated spots, holding still until the cameraman says otherwise.

I steal one last glance at my premeditated questions and hide my true feelings behind a focused frown.

“Welcome dear viewers! We find ourselves in the eleventh race of the year, accompanied once more by our friends from Ferrari, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz.”

I desperately try stabilizing the noticeable shake in my voice.

“Friend”- the Monegasque interrupts my monologue with a mocking remark.

The puzzled look his teammate throws in his direction doesn’t go unnoticed by the former, who insists on jointing his glistening irises with mine.

I decide to ignore the brief impasse in the speech, running away from his calculated sarcasm as I force the corners of my mouth into an attempted smile.

“so, Carlos… do you think driving behind two cars that crushed ruined your performance?”- I question, tripping over my words under Charles´s scrutiny.

“It´s safe to say it wasn’t an unexpected accident”- the Spaniard pronounces, doing his best at minimalizing the awkwardness- “for at least a couple of laps, Oscar and Lando were teasing each other, clearly trying to gain advantage over the other. They were lucky enough neither of them got hurt.”

I nod absent minded, vibrating due to the pounding against my ribcage.

“Charles, what can you tell us about your engineers’ strategy for this race?”- I swallow loudly, praying he can´t notice the mesmerizing effect he has on me.

“I guess you could say I’m not entirely satisfied with my team´s execution this season”- he confesses, minimizing the tingles of frustration running down his spine- “It would also be quite unfair dumping the blame on my team when my failure has more to do with me letting my emotions get the best of me.”

The tension is intercepted by a longing sigh I didn’t know I was withholding. The world seems to stop in its euphoria simply to hang in his every sentence.

“A broken heart is no joke… even less when you have to patiently wait for the piece they decide to donate you”- he reproaches without saying my name but making it perfectly clear that I was indeed the recipient of his raw address.

My anxious movements become motionless, forgetting the when and where, just to focus on the displeasure bubbling in my stomach.

“Guys, I really don´t think it’s appropriate to discuss this now”- intercepts the Madrilenian, proposing a ceasefire.

Mi hand goes up in the air before I can help it, shutting him up mercilessly.

“I wonder where I must´ve learned it…”- I reply, drowning in the unexpected harshness of my tone- “don´t forget who was the one to suggest this ´no strings attached´ bullshit between us.”

The drivers face shines with a scandalous blush in response to my bravado. Right here and there, I comprehend the dept of his anger, making its way through his collarbones, until it climbs up his cheeks.

“Just because I thought that’s what you wanted”- he spits out his resentful response.

From the corner of my vision, I perceive Carlos´s discomfort by reading his body language; the friction of wiping away the sweat stagnant on his hands, his shoulders pouring forward in a clumsy attempt of hiding from the cameras, his chair weakly shaking under the constant bouncing of his extremities.

Madness atrophies my reasoning, blinding me enough as to not have merci on his apprehension. I took this way too far, it would be useless to swallow my feelings.

“how in the world could you think our agreement benefitted me? Really, Charles, you couldn’t be any more stupid!”- I scream back, jumping up from my seat.

The swing of my feet gets ahead of my thoughts, allowing me to run away from the premature conflict before it blows up in the air.

Mi face heats up from the warmth of my own tears, that start rolling down my cheeks. With each involuntary spasm of my jaw, sobs escape my gasps for air. I don’t dare to slow down.

“Can you please just listen to me?”- a voice behind me shouts, trying to stand by my side.

I turn around to face his scrunched up brows.

“you have nothing else left to make up. You may convince somebody with the whole ´heartbreak boy´ façade you’ve got going on, but you have genuinely driven me mad”

“You and I both now that isn’t true! Have you ever wondered why I always seem to take a step back after every show of affection?”- he manages to freeze me to the core- “How come you never noticed my excessive efforts to stay away from you? I can’t even behave like a functional human being if I’m not feeling you, touching you, having you with me.”

In the middle of the paddock, with every pair of eyes set on us, events unfold the way I’ve been dreaming of, however I can´t even react.

“I know I´m not in a position to ask you anything, but please, strip me from the torment that uncertainty means… even if that means to completely destroy me”- he whispers with renewed fragility.

My smirk slowly becomes uncontrollable laughter, reducing me to unbridled chuckles. I shelter the vestiges of my giggling in between his arm, until It ceases in its intensity.

Without noticing, I search for his lips with my own, craving the heat they irradiate.

“I think you know perfectly well how my soul aches for you”- I manage to sneak in between kisses, stumbling across his smile, displayed in all its glory.

[the-amazing-animated-circus]

DTIYS Results!

Greetings, circus goers! After so many amazing submissions, it is now time to find out whom I most favoured!

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First off, Losers!

"What's that?" you say! "Is this not a friendly art competition?"

Well, kids, there are winners and losers in every game. You either die a winner or live long enough to see yourself become a loser. I hope you take that to heart and it affects you deeply for the rest of your adult life.

Anyway! Give a huge round of boos for our loser:

@sm-baby!

Booooooooo, boooooo you suck boooooooo- ahem. Let's not waste too much of our time on this... charlatan, children.

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RUNNERS UP!

There were so many amazing pieces with their own unique strengths that I wanted to shine some light on!

So, my favourite artists aside from first place were...

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@grimmtells, who not only made this wonderful putdown of our favourite jester, but also made a toon of their own!

You don't know how grateful I am that people love this au enough to make their own characters! Thank you for your little ego-tripping maniac into this jolly jack-in-the-box!

@mangotangerinepastry, for their lovely rendering and animation!

Trust me when I say it was a very difficult decision between you and our first place winner!

@dreamybasil, who made this adorable comic!

Poor Pomni, suffering from success.

And finally,

@notyesterdays-era with some Pomni-ception!

He's a little confused, but he's got spirit.

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Alright, ladies and Gents! the moment you've been waiting for, our first place winner:

(more extravagant drumroll)

@cruising-cats with this amazing animation!

A fully coloured background, the spotlight fading in and out, the floating bubbles and of course, Pomni and our Plucky performer braving the tightrope, this was most certainly my favourite interpretation!

Be sure to message me with an image reference of what you'd like me to sketch!

Thank you all so much for participating! I honestly never expected this au to get as big as it has, so I hope this reboot will be worth the wait! (and hopefully draw in new fans!)

Ta Ta for now!

[idollete]

ESTEBAN PAI DE MENINA VOCÊ ME PAGA CAMILAAQAAAAAAQQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

⭐️ a noite toda. fem!reader x esteban kukuriczka

🪐 minha masterlist

» cw: smut! por favor só interaja se for +18! ; kuku!dilf pai de menina; leitora!milf; oral male e fem recieving; face fucking; sexo desprotegido; p in v; shower sex; dirty talk/praise; nipple play; face sitting; hair pulling; multiple orgasms; kuku!sex deprived [gemidos].

» wn: fiz esse one shot baseado em um ask que eu mandei pra diva @idollete uma vez, também me inspirei na diva @geniousbh na forma de escrever/formatação! mais um kuku dilf nesse perfil né meninas mas o que fazer quando sou apenas uma garota? 🎀 essa foto dele sem camisa me deixa absolutely feral OREM POR MIM estoy loca e precise dele agora 🪦🪦💀🕊🕊🕊

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kuku!dilf que você viu pela primeira vez na praia, no dia que tinha decidido levar sua filha de manhã para que ela pudesse brincar na areia e no mar enquanto o sol não estivesse tão forte. sua menina tomava uma água de coco sentadinha na canga na sua frente, ela percebeu a língua familiar que a menininha na barraca perto falava com o pai. “mamãe, eles estão falando espanhol”, a observação dela te fez olhar para ele pela primeira vez, apesar de ser muito bonito, não era isso que estava focada agora. “por que você não chama ela pra brincar então, chiquita?”.

kuku!dilf que observava sua filha chamar a dele para montar castelinhos de areia juntos, já que elas falavam a língua em comum. o pai da sua filha era colombiano, e, apesar de não manterem uma relação tão boa, você fez questão de ensinar a língua para a garotinha.

kuku!dilf que se aproximou de você com um sorriso educado no rosto, estendeu a mão para se apresentar, e te contou como ficou feliz da sua filhinha ter convidado a dele para brincar, já que ele era tímida que nem ele quando criança. depois, te falou que eram argentinos e tinham chegado há alguns dias no Brasil, e que ele já estava encantado pelo país.

kuku!dilf que se divorciou quando a filha ainda era bebê e tinha a guarda integral dela, e que ela é o mundo inteiro dele, e dava pra ver: a bolsa organizadinha e preparada para qualquer situação, a roupinha rosa e o cabelinho arrumado. ele também te contou que já tinha gastado muito dinheiro na praia porque não conseguia negar qualquer coisa que ela pedisse e também que pensou em vestir um short rosa para combinar com a filha, mas desistiu porque talvez seria demais. riu quando você explicou que “pra gringo é mais caro” e corou quando você disse que o short rosa seria fofo.

kuku!dilf que se encarregou de levar as meninas para o mar, e que fez você sentir coisas fortíssimas ao ver ele, não só fazendo elas rirem tanto, como também ao carregar as duas em só um braço com muita facilidade.

kuku!dilf que riu quando você disse que ele tinha que passar um bom exemplo para as meninas e passar filtro solar, porque já estava vermelho. ele que, surpreendentemente, ficou mais vermelho ainda quando você passou filtro no rosto dele, e fechou os olhos estrategicamente para não ficar te encarando. também, teve que cruzar as mãos no colo depois de você ter passado o protetor nas costas dele, ainda mais depois que você elogiou as costas cheias de sardinhas.

kuku!dilf que te chamou para almoçar com as meninas quando o sol começou a ficar muito forte. e no caminho do restaurante, carregou as bolsas dele e suas, enquanto andava de mãos dadas com a menininha loira. também precisou da sua ajuda para pedir no restaurante, te fez rir o almoço inteiro e, no final, não deixou você pagar sua parte da conta. e quando você agradeceu novamente antes de irem para caminhos distintos e propôs uma festa do pijama para as meninas no seu apartamento, ele aceitou com um sorriso enorme no rosto.

kuku!dilf que chegou no seu apartamento com a mochilinha da filha arrumada e um vinho tinto, te cumprimentou com um beijinho no rosto e sua filha com um abraço educado. também sugeriu que o filme da noite fosse “rio”.

kuku!dilf que carregou as meninas até o quarto depois que elas caíram num sono pesado no sofá com menos de 20 minutos de filme. e sorriu ao ver você na cozinha e as duas taças de vinho já servidas, brindou e repetiu “tim tim” logo após de você, apesar de não saber muito bem o que significa.

kuku!dilf que quando estavam sentados no sofá bebendo, fazia carinho na sua coxa, com o rosto deitadinho no sofá enquanto te admira. e, por mais que queria muito te beijar ali mesmo, quem tomou a iniciativa foi você: chegou mais pertinho dele e falou que a boca tava sujinha de vinho, passando o polegar nos lábios roxinhos entreabertos e manteve a mão ali no rosto, só aproximando sua boca da dele, finalmente selando um beijo depois de querer fazer isso o dia inteiro.

kuku!dilf que não perde tempo em te colocar no colo dele, segurando seu rosto enquanto te beija e bagunçando seu cabelo de levinho, as mãos grandes descendo lentamente para sua cintura e te apertando ali quando você move o quadril pra frente, gemendo baixinho dentro da sua boca.

kuku!dilf que diz “não faço isso há muito tempo”, e sorri quando você responde que ele tem a noite inteira pra matar a vontade, enquanto fica de joelhos na frente dele. quando sente sua mão o masturbar por cima da calça, joga a cabeça para trás e xinga baixinho, levanta os quadris para te ajudar a retirar a calça e a cueca e não consegue tirar os olhos de você desde o momento que você lambeu toda a extensão dele antes de enfiar ele todo na boca.

kuku!dilf que, a princípio, segura teu cabelo em forma de um rabo de cavalo para que seus fios não te atrapalhem, mas com o jeito que você chupa ele tão bem e ainda usa as mãos para envolver a parte do membro que não cabe na sua boca, segura seus cabelos com mais força e começa a fuder sua boca. e ele não se entrega aos próprios olhos quase se fechando de tanto prazer, fixado na sua boca e seus olhinhos lacrimejados, te observando com o olhar caído enquanto morde a gola da camisa, a fim de abafar os gemidos e xingamentos que saem da boca dele.

kuku!dilf que fala que vai gozar e puxa seu cabelo te afastando, se masturbando enquanto esfrega a cabecinha na sua língua de fora, para que possa ver ela ficar toda sujinha de porra.

kuku!dilf que afaga sua bochecha enquanto se recupera do orgasmo, e te acompanha com o olhar quando você se levanta, chega pertinho da boca dele só para sussurrar “vem me pegar no quarto”, e balança a cabeça com um sorrisinho sacana nos lábios enquanto te vê andar até o quarto, safada. cultiva uma marra enquanto levanta as calças e anda a alguns passos atrás de você até o cômodo, entra no quarto e se depara com você sentada na cama, morde o lábio ao fechar a porta, não deixa de te encarar.

kuku!dilf que se deitou em cima de você lentamente enquanto te beijava, as mãos grandes passeavam pelo seu corpo: seguravam seu rosto, enforcavam levemente seu pescoço, apertavam seus peitos e sua bunda por cima da roupa. as mãos logo se encarregaram de te despir, te deixando só de calcinha. beliscava seus mamilos enquanto apertava seus seios, soltando um arzinho pelo nariz enquanto te encoxava. passando as mãos pelos seus braços, pegou suas mãos e juntou elas sobre a sua cabeça, te imobilizando enquanto chupava seus peitos e descia com a mão livre até sua calcinha, fazendo círculos sobre o tecido molhado.

kuku!dilf que só parou de chupar seus peitos porque você levantou os quadris para que pudesse se esfregar conta a ereção dele, desesperada para que ele te fudesse logo. sorriu sacana antes finalmente de se ajoelhar entre suas pernas e retirar as roupas que vestia, deitando novamente em cima de você para te beijar, conseguia sentir ereção quente e a glande melada de pré-gozo sujar a parte interna da sua coxa. você gemeu quando sentiu ele esfregar a cabecinha na sua buceta molhada, e pediu “por favor, esteban… me fode logo” com os lábios encostados no dele.

kuku!dilf que enfiou a cabecinha enquanto analisava sua expressão, mas, covardemente, se retirou de dentro de você. rápido, te virou de bruços com muita facilidade e puxou seu quadril para cima, te deixando de quatro. “calma, bebita… a gente tem a noite toda…” disse, e logo se enfiou todo dentro de ti.

kuku!dilf que colou suas costas no peitoral dele enquanto te fodia, envolvendo a mão no seu pescoço para que seu ouvido ficasse perto da boca dele, permitindo com que ele gemesse no seu ouvido e falasse “desde que eu te vi de biquíni mais cedo, tava sonhando em te comer desse jeito… só não imaginava que sua bucetinha seria tão gostosa assim…” enquanto move a mão que estava apertando sua bunda para o seu clitóris, fazendo círculos para te fazer gozar juntinho com ele.

kuku!dilf que, depois de vocês gozarem juntinhos na cama, te chama para tomar um banho já que estão todos suados e sua bunda ficou toda suja de porra. no banho, ele te pergunta se você gostou, como se não tivesse sido claro pelo jeito que ele teve que tampar sua boca diversas vezes porque você gemia alto demais, e também o jeito que pulsava ao redor dele e revirava os olhos enquanto gozava. você acha até bonitinho a preocupação dele, dá um selinho nele e diz “gostei, muito”.

kuku!dilf que pediu para que você se virasse para que ele pudesse lavar suas costas, esfregando a esponja de banho e o sabonete cheiroso nos seus braços, ombros e lombar. depois apertava seu ombro tensionado com o polegar, fazendo massagem. descendo o carinho para sua lombar, passando as mãos na sua cintura, percebendo que você gemia baixinho ao sentir as mãos grandes no seu corpo. abaixou o corpo para que pudesse apertar suas coxas, subindo cada vez mais perto da sua buceta, ainda sensível mas que ficou molhada com o toque, e ele fez questão de pontuar isso. “já tá molhadinha de novo, bebita? que linda…” enquanto te dedava lentinho.

kuku!dilf que empurrou seu corpo molhado contra a parede gelada para que pudesse resolver o problema entre suas pernas, e agora, entre as dele também. se empurrou lentamente para dentro de você, sugando o ar pelos dentes cerrados e sorrindo junto com você ao te preencher, mais uma vez. dessa vez, te fodia devagarinho enquanto apertava seus peitos com apenas uma mão, e a outra envolvia sua cintura, segurando seu corpo molinho de tão bem que tinha sido fudida há uns minutos atrás, do mesmo jeito que estava sendo fudida agora, o barulho das peles se chocando preenchia o banheiro. ele segurava seu cabelo com condicionador enquanto gemia no seu ouvido.

kuku!dilf que, dessa vez, gozou na parte interna da sua coxa, e se ajoelhou depois para limpar a sua pele com sabão, enquanto fazia massagem nas suas coxas. terminou o banho antes, se secou e esperou sentado na cama por você. e que quando te viu sair de toalha e com os cabelos molhados, exalou um ar que não sabia que estava guardado dentro de seus pulmões, não cansava de te ver, ainda mais com a nova vista: você pós banho em pé entre as pernas dele enquanto fazia carinho no cabelo levemente grisalho e molhado, e ele esfregando o rosto nos seus peitos cobertos pela toalha.

kuku!dilf que pediu para você sentar na cara dele enquanto desfazia o nózinho da sua toalha, e fez uma cara de cachorrinho abandonado depois que você disse que estava muito sensível dos últimos dois orgasmos. “por favor, nena… não vou conseguir dormir direito se não chupar sua bucetinha… deixa, vai… prometo que vou chupar gostosinho, devagarinho…” enquanto beijava sua barriga e apertava suas coxas.

kuku!dilf que não tirou os olhos de você em nenhum momento enquanto te chupava, lambuzando sua buceta toda de saliva, não se importando de molhar a barba e o bigodinho. te dava um beijo molhado ali, alternando entre lambidas extensas e chupadas nos seus lábios e clitóris. agarrava sua bunda e te incentivava a roçar contra a boca dele, empurrando seus quadris para frente e para trás, o que te deixou louca: além do jeito que ele te devorava, sentia a barba áspera contra sua pele sensível e o nariz grande bater no seu clítoris toda vez que mexia para frente.

kuku!dilf que depois de te fazer gozar mais uma vez, dormiu agarradinho com você debaixo das cobertas, depois de trancar a porta e estender as toalhas molhadas no banheiro. e de manhã, não estava ao seu lado na cama quando você acordou, só o viu novamente quando colocou uma roupa e foi ao caminho da cozinha, se deparando com as duas menininhas sentadas comendo café da manhã e ele cortando frutas. “bom dia, hermosa. dormiu bem?”, ele perguntou e te deu um beijinho na bochecha, com um sorriso no rosto de quem já sabia a resposta.

[quilavabucket]

Denizens of the Neath, the polls are in! And honeyed roses, are they fascinating! Of the two polls for favorite Neath faction, our winners are such!

Rubbery Men technically won the first and second poll with 22%

and the Bohemians barely eeked out a win over the urchins with 19%!

A point of clarification: though they may have undisputed victory against the other factions, the rubbery men did technically tie with "the other list/ WHAT men?/ not a delicious friend" option of their poll

But of course, the winners aren't what you came here for, you know in your heart of hearts which faction is most full of intrigue, and you know equally well that the other crooks and hoodlums of the Neath are, of course, allowed their incorrect opinions by the grace of the Bazaar.

So let us speak instead of that which brings us together in horrified fascination and pitying glee faster than a fresh batch of rubbery lumps: the losers bracket!!

In a piteous 3rd from last, with 0.8%: University- Summerset!

Not sure what exactly they're doing so much worse than Benthic (5.8), but I'm sure the dean will be having words with the staff about this.

In an unfortunate penultimate with 0.7%: Society!

To anyone paying attention, not too surprising an outcome, those Society tend to come off as a tad stuffed shirt. And besides! if exclusivity is your entire deal, an exclusive favorance makes sense.

And finally! Last and certainly least with a deserved 0%: Constables!

Maybe it's the start in prison, maybe it's the rampant lawbreaking amongst the denizens of the Neath, whatever the cause, you heard it here delicious friends: Fallen London says ACAB!

This was great fun, let's do it again sometime. Ta!

[skeletboi]

Part 17 of the Intridmensional AU!

This one starts right at the end of the last part, so I'd suggest reading the last few lines of part 16 before diving in here!

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“Would you believe I told ol’ Fordsie here to keep his idiot brother away from his project after what happened last time, yet here you are! HAH!”

“Ford…?” Stan asked, taking a step back.

“Sixer isn't home right now! Please leave a message after the beep! BEEEEEEPPPP!” Ford said before breaking out into laughter.

“Stanford… what in tarnation…” Fiddleford asked.

Stan grabbed Fiddleford's arm and took a step back.

“Didn't I just say he wasn't home?!” Ford said, tilting his head and smiling painfully wide.

“I don't think that's Ford…” Stan said, dragging Fiddleford back another step.

“DING DING! The idiot gets one point! I figured you'd be the one to catch on first, Fiddlesticks! How disappointing! You'd think you'd be better at recognizing the man you left your wife and kid for! Hilarious! How are they, by the way?! Or did you forget them?!”

“What- Stanford…” Fiddleford said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Fidds, something is seriously wrong, that is not my brother!” Stan said.

“‘Fidds?’ Damn, lesser twin, that's cold! Ruin your brother's life then steal his ex boyfriend, too?! Hah! No wonder he hates you!”

“What are you?!” Fiddleford asked, his voice shaking.

“Haven't figured it out, specs?! Hah! I thought you were supposed to be smart! What would Fordsy ever see in you?! You noticed his ‘sleepwalking’ and ‘weird behavior’, but even when I'm right in front of you you still can't put it together!”

“You're the one who came up with the portal idea.” Fiddleford said slowly, dread sitting heavy in his stomach, freezing him in place even as not-Stanford stepped closer to him.

“DING DING! Another winner! The name's Bill! It's a displeasure to finally meet you! You humans are so stupid! Once Fordsy finishes that portal your world will be mine! And another thing-”

Stan didn't wait to hear the rest. He grabbed a wrench from a nearby work table and swung, watching in horror as Ford crumpled to the ground.

“That was still Ford.” Fiddleford said, looking seconds away from passing out.

“What else was I supposed to do?! Let him keep sayin’ nonsense?! I mean-fuck! What the hell have you two been doing?! What is this portal you keep mentioning?!”

“It's a transuniversal metavortex.” Fiddleford said quietly. “A gateway into another dimension.”

“Why in the sci-fi hell would you want to build that?!” Stan asked.

“Because! He asked me to!” Fiddleford suddenly yelled, making Stan jump.

“I thought he forgot about me, Stanley.” Fiddleford said, quieter now. “I couldn't say no ta him after he called. I reckon lookin’ back now, I shoulda said no, but he was so excited-”

“Fidds!” Stan said, drawing Fiddleford from his quiet rambling. “Blaming yourself isn't going to do anything. All three of us have made some fucked up mistakes! Right now we need to find out what the hell that thing using my brother as a puppet is before he tries to turn on that sci-fi death triangle over there!”

“Triangle.” Fiddleford mumbled.

“Yes, a triangle. Glad you caught that part.” Stan deadpanned.

“I hafta dismantle the portal.” Fiddleford said, looking across the room at the machine. “Stan! We gotta stop this! We have to stop that demon!” Fiddleford grabbed Stan's arm and dragged him towards the portal.

“Missing leg, Fidds!” Stan said, trying to keep his balance on the dirt floor as Fiddleford pulled him.

“Right, sorry Stanley. I jus’ need yer help, There’s an emergency shut off. We can shut the whole thing down, but it takes two people!” Fiddleford said quickly, letting go of Stan's arm to rummage in his pockets for a set of keys. “Take this.” he said, pulling a key off the ring and handing it to Stan. “There's a spot in the control panel o’er there. I'll count ta three, then we both gotta turn the keys. Got it?”

“Fiddleford!” They heard Ford yell from behind them.

“Shit.” Stan swore, putting the key in his pocket and turning towards Ford. “Fuck you, you weird ass demon! Leave my brother and Fiddleford alone!”

“Demon?! Stanley, what are you talking about? What the hell happened?! The last thing I remember was you and Fiddleford fighting! Did he use the gun on me?!” Ford asked, panic rising in his voice.

“You happened, asshole! Don't play dumb with me, Bill!” Stan yelled back.

“Bill?! How do you know that name?” Ford asked, dumbfounded.

“Because he possessed ya! He told us his name, Stanford! How could ya trust a demon?! What happened to the idea for this darned portal bein’ ‘hard work’?!” Fiddleford yelled, finally joining in on the fight.

“He's not a demon! He's a higher being! A Muse!” Ford said. “I gave him permission to possess me as he saw fit, I just didn't expect him to do it now!”

“He possessed ya, Ford! That sure as heck sounds like a demon ta me!” Fiddleford responded.

“He- no- he…. he's my friend!” Ford said.

“You have got to be fucking with me!” Stan yelled. “Friends don't let you possess them and then shout insults at your actual friends!”

“Insults? He- he was joking. He loves joking, that's all.” Ford said frantically, taking a few wobbly steps towards Stan.

“Goddammit, Ford. You're too smart for this!” Stan said, turning away. “We're shutting this sci-fi nightmare down.”

“No!” Ford said, running down to meet them. “Stan, you can't!”

“I'm sorry, Ford.” Fiddleford said, making his way back to the machine on the other side of the lab.

Ford grabbed Stan's arm and yanked him backwards, miscalculating the amount of force he used and accidently throwing him against the control panel. Stan glared at him and lunged, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him backwards.

“Goddammit, Sixer! We're trying to help you!” He yelled.

“Help me? You have no idea what you're doing! You know nothing about Bill!” Ford said, sounding a bit unsure and pushing Stan back.

“Uh- fellas, careful ‘round that ‘quipment, there!” Fiddleford said, but the twins ignored him.

“I know enough! I know a con man when I hear one, Ford, and that demon is the ultimate con man!” Stan yelled, trying to walk away from Ford before he hurt him again, but Ford grabbed his arm and tried to drag him away from the control panel.

“How much of a con man can he be?! He was right, after all! I should have done better to keep you away from my project!” Ford snarled.

“Fuck you, Ford. If you want to believe that fucking monster over us, than fine, but we're shutting this down!” Stan said, pushing his brother as hard as he could, sending him falling backwards onto the lever in the middle of the room.

“No!” Fiddleford yelled, but it was too late. The portal crackled to life, filling the dark lab with an eerie blue glow.

“Oh shit.” Stan said, taking a step back.

“It works.” Ford said, smiling up at the light. “It works!”

“That ain't good, Stanford!” Fiddleford said, running over to try and drag Ford away. “We need ta shut it down!”

“We are not shutting it down!” Ford said, pushing Fiddleford away.

Ford tried to pull Stan away from the machine, but forgot, in all the commotion, about Stan's new peg leg. He grew up with Stan. He had seen him stand his ground against bullies twice his size. But that was back when he had two legs to stand on, so he was thrown off guard when Stan didn't stay standing. They both slid across the ground, over the yellow line where the portal could reach, and suddenly started to float.

“What the fuck?!” Stan exclaimed, flailing his arms and looking for anything to grab onto.

“Stanford! Stanley!” Fiddleford screamed, grabbing some spare cable from the ground and running towards them. “Grab on!”

“Tie it down!” Stan yelled, as he caught the cable and grabbed Ford's arm, holding on for dear life.

“I can't!” Fiddleford said as he started to slip.

The twins were much heftier than him and his shoes were not grippy enough to keep him down. He wrapped the cord around his wrist and reached behind him, trying to grab the lever to hold himself back, but his fingers just barely grazed it.

“Do something!” Stan yelled as Ford disappeared through the blue light. “Fiddleford!”

Stan melted into the blue after Ford as Fiddleford's feet lifted from the ground.

“Well, shit.” Fiddleford said, as he fell through the portal after them.

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This feels a bit like a cheesy movie scene. That's all I could think while I was writing it... but hey! We made it to the portal!

There is probably some serious plot issues with this scene, like was the portal even ready? Sure it was! It's January and they were going to test it in the next day or two, so... sure it was!

Would Bill leave Ford's mind if he was unconscious? Probably!?

Does Stan not hit very hard, because Fidds and Ford were both hit, and not out for very long?! Well, he was probably subconsiously holding back a bit- this is his brother and his new friend he met a whole day ago and would fight a literal god for.

Why does Stan immediately trust and want to protect Fidds?! He just be like that, okay? Fidds is someone important to his brother, therefore worth protecting.

Okay, I'll stop now.

I start a new job tomorrow, so the updates on this might slow down a bit... sorry. I need to survive in this failing economy.

[countrydionysia]

Time to announce the winners!!!

For good Fortune! The 2024 Rural Dionysia is now officially over. The poll is now closed, and it is time to reveal the winners of this year's edition:

For the Freestyle poetry category, the winner is:

Helene / Klytemnestra by @apiswitchcraft

For the Modern Hymn category, the winner is

Minor Hymn to Love (Eros) by @piristephes

and finally, for the “Complete the Fragment” category, the winner is

For We Are Only Mortal - By Aön Re of @hyakinthou-naos

Thank you to everyone who has participated and voted and big congratulations to our three winners for this edition!

For those who celebrate it, receive our best wishes, and that you have a merry Rural Dionysia and happy holiday season regardless of what you celebrate.

Reminder: The City Dionysia has its own blog @dionysia-ta-astika, so any upcoming news will be posted there. Give that blog a follow if you want to be updated. The City Dionysia is expected to be held between early February and early March 2025.

[judesmoonbeauty]

2024 Villains Festival Prologue(s) ♛

This includes the exclusive Villains Festival Team's Prologue that was released on X. Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with///

Victor: Ta-da! Her Majesty the Queen has announced an extra bonus payment!

Liam: What, we've never gotten a bonus before? (Damn, that's sad.)

Jude: It's a drop in the bucket anyway, right?

Victor: The amount is on the letter from her Majesty the Queen.

Victor: It seems we're all paid the same amount of money, so let's split this money with everyone...how's that?

Kate: Is something wrong?

Victor: Oh my god! This is a serious situation....The amount is only divisible by 9!

Ellis: Isn't it for 10 people because Kate is here too?

Victor: She is separate from you all and is already paid.

Kate: Yes! I've been taken well care of.

Victor: So, if we divide by 9, the remainder is....

Alfons: It's a pain in the ass to worry about the leftovers, isn't it?

Alfons: Instead of being so tightfisted, why don't we just have a bonus battle?

Elbert: A bonus battle?

Alfons: The winner should take all the bonuses.

Alfons: It saves you the trouble of dividing by 9, and above all, it's fun right?

Harrison: Winner...What game are we going to play? If it's poker, I don't think I'll lose.

Roger: How about a beer drinking contest? You get to drink and compete, it's a win-win.

Liam: They're both steering the game to their own advantage....it has to be fair, right?

Victor: Then, how about we let our Fairy Tale Writer, decide?

Victor: Let's make the supreme evil who steals her heart the winner and take all the bonuses! That's it!

Kate: What? I can't be responsible for that!

Victor: Don't worry! Her Majesty will make the final decision based on Kate's evaluation. You'll be fine!

Victor: I won't hold you solely responsible. So.....

Kate: …...

Victor: Hey!

Kate: Okay, I understand.

Victor: Thank you, Kate!

(When you look at me with such joyful eyes like sparkling jewels....I won't be able to refuse.)

Victor: It's late today, so the review will start tomorrow. And.....this is for you.

Victor handed me a heart motif necklace.

Victor: Think of this as your very heart and give it to the bad guy who steals your very heart.

Kate: Yes.

Victor: I'm excited! Now, my dear cursed ones, the battle for the bonus is about to begin!

Villains Festival 2024 Teams Prologue:

The condition for taking the entire bonus from her Majesty is to steal XXX's heart.

The villains begin to form dangerous joint fronts -

Alfons, Roger and Jude from Team Villain try to kidnap you?

Jude: What do you guys have?

Roger: A sack.

Alfons: Does it look like something other than a rope?

Jude: So, you'll bag her, tie her up and kidnap her....

Alfons & Roger: Please don't ask if you already know.

Harrison, Liam and Ellis is Team Love Thief.

They rush to protect you from Team Villain?!

Harrison: I'm here to protect you – No lie.

Liam: I don't want money. All I want is love from you.

Ellis: I'm happy as long as you're happy.

William, Elbert and Victor is Team Nobleman.*** (I decided to change this to Team Nobleman from Team Senior Aristocrat.)

They had decided to fight gracefully with a noblesse oblige heart, but......?!

Elbert: If anything happens to her.....I can't allow that to happen.

William: Hmm....I guess I blew my leeway earlier.

Victor: Good day, my dear.

Victor: Shall I punish you....?

When the three stories connect,

The fierce, serious and silly (?) will be revealed......

[Master List]

[writeforfandoms]

Birfday - Soap

For my birfday bash!

For the poll winner, half hurt half comfort. Good ole half n half. Sorry not sorry. F!reader, implied injuries, we're ignoring canon but stuff still happened, when I say half hurt I mean it.

Word count: 1195

You weren't sure what to expect. When Simon had called you, you'd been surprised but pleased. 

At least until he'd told you Johnny was hurt. 

“He'll live,” Simon had assured you, voice rough. “But he's got some time off. Medical leave. Might need help.” 

You, of course, had agreed instantly. Johnny lived with you when he was home anyway, it was no trouble to keep an extra eye on him for medical purposes. 

Now, standing off base where Simon said he'd meet you, anxiety crept into your chest, curling around your lungs. Simon hadn't said how bad it was, which was finally setting off your fear. The constant barrage of “what if"s had you ready to tear your hair out. 

Finally, though, you spotted Simon and Johnny walking towards you. Simon stood on Johnny's left, between him and anything else. 

Your gaze caught on the bandages covering Johnny's left eye and stuck there. You breathed in deep, glad you had a moment to brace before Johnny sped up, nearly slamming into you even as his arms wrapped tight around you. You lifted one hand to his head, rubbing at his hair softly. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” you mumbled to him, holding tighter at the faint tremors you could feel. He was just barely holding together. “Ready to go home?” 

“Aye.” His voice cracked, just a little. 

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, rubbing one hand up and down his back. You caught Simon's eyes and nodded, just a little. Simon nodded once, slow and firm, and turned away. 

It took a little bit to get back home with Johnny. He was quiet, unusually so. It concerned you, but you'd have a better chance at getting him to open up once you both got home. 

The door locked behind the two of you and Johnny buried himself against you, as much as he could. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” you murmured, arms lifting to hold him close again. “What's going on?”

“Jus’ happy t'be home,” he muttered, almost too soft for you to hear. 

“Hmm.” You scratched your fingers gently against the dark fuzz on one side of his head. “Got a few little surprises for you.” 

That got him to lift his head, blinking at you. “Surprises?”

“Mmhm.” You smiled, fingers never quite stilling against his scalp. “After you change into something comfortable.”

He huffed, more theatrical than annoyed, and dropped his forehead to your shoulder again. “Comfy here,” he grumbled. 

You laughed softly, massaging the back of his neck now. “I know,” you murmured. “You'll feel better after you change. Go on.” 

He pouted but shuffled back to the bedroom. You waited until the door shut to let your head fall forward, your breathing a little shaky. You only had moments - Johnny wasn't usually one to dawdle, especially not with such a carrot dangled in front of his nose. 

He was here. He was here, and fine, and… well enough. He'd be okay. You'd both be okay. 

One more deep breath in, and you forced yourself to start moving. 

Dinner was ready to be plated, which you did. The bed had fresh sheets already, and if the tub wasn't tiny you'd shove Johnny in it. A shower would have to do tonight. 

“Smells good,” Johnny murmured, wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing his chest to your back. Clinging to you like a blanket. 

“Good,” you murmured. “Sit and I'll bring you a plate.” 

Johnny huffed, breath puffing warm against your neck. “Donnae have ta,” he mumbled. 

“I want to. Now sit.” You kept your voice gentle, a suggestion rather than an order. He could be a bit stubborn about being taken care of, but you'd wear him down. 

A moment later his warmth was gone as he stepped away from you. You glanced back just once to be sure he actually was sitting before you brought over plates and beers. 

Dinner was quiet, with Johnny glancing at you every so often, some odd emotion on his face. You kept glancing at him to make sure he was actually eating, watching for signs of pain or discomfort. 

But this quiet… this quiet was making you nervous. You'd guessed from Simon's call that this hadn't been easy, and obviously he'd been injured. But it wasn't like him to be so quiet, not even his first night home. 

“There's more, if you'd like.” 

Johnny shook his head, standing and washing his dish and yours. Then he just… stood at the sink, hands braced on the edge, head hanging. Your heart ached for him, and you almost went to him. Almost. 

“So, how bad is it?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Is what?”

“You haven't mentioned it yet,” he continued, almost as if you hadn't spoken. “Haveta assume it's ‘cause ye donnae want ta hurt mah feelings.” 

“What?” You did move up next to him, facing him, frowning. “You mean your injury?”

Johnny's lips thinned, gaze fixed down into the sink. That was answer enough for you. 

“Hey. Look at me.” You cupped his cheek gently, thumb brushing over his skin as you guided his face gently so you could try to meet his gaze. He seemed determined to not quite look at you. 

Okay then. You'd do this the hard way. 

“John MacTavish.” 

His spine straightened like you'd shouted, eyes going wide and snapping to you. 

“I know this isn't just about your face. Something happened, that much I can tell. You don't have to tell me anything, you never have to, you know that.” You drew in a deep breath, willing your eyes to stay dry long enough to finish. “I'm not going anywhere. I promise. You're not scaring me off, you're not running me off. All I care about–” You cut yourself off, blinking a few times even as your throat threatened to close. Damn your penchant for crying when stressed! “All I care about is that you came home.” 

Johnny stepped into you, pressing his forehead to yours even as tears dripped down your cheeks, emotion clogging your throat. For long minutes the two of you stood, offering and taking comfort in equal measure. 

Finally he sniffled, just once, and rubbed one hand up and down your back. “Ah'll have a scar,” he mumbled, voice thick still. “Won't be pretty.”

You scoffed. “You'll always be pretty,” you countered, just to watch his ears go red. “Besides, a scar might make you ruggedly handsome. Have to beat your admirers off with a stick.” 

He chuckled, his hand settling at the nape of your neck. “Won't have eyes for any of ‘em,” he admitted. “Just ye.” 

“Daft man,” you scolded gently, smiling, squeezing him gently. “Then stop running from me.”

“Swear down,” he whispered, pushing his forehead into yours again. “No more.” 

“Good.” You closed your eyes, smiling despite the tacky feeling of drying tears on your cheeks. “Come on. Shower time. We'll both feel better.”

“Wash my hair for me?” He grinned, not quite up to his normal roguish standard, but getting there. 

“Of course.” You finally pulled back, showing him ahead of you. 

He'd be fine. And you'd be there for him. Always. 

[philon-awards]

PHILON AWARDS 2024: Nominations are open!!

After last year's successful relaunch of this beautiful celebration of fannish creativity, KiScon is honoured to once again host the Philon Awards. Established by Jenna Sinclair and Shelley Butler in 1997, they originally were an annual event organised by The K/S Press to honour outstanding authors and artists in K/S fandom. With the permission and support of Jenna and Shelley, KiScon is happy to continue this tradition.

There are 8 categories:

Short fic (word count under 10K)

Long fic (word count 10K-50K)

Novella/novel (word count over 50K)

Podfic

Traditional Art

Digital Art

Poetry

Zines

For each category the voters will determine a Gold (first place) and a Silver (second place) winner.

Rules

Nominating and Voting:

Nominations are open until 31 August, 2024. Each fan can nominate up to 3 works per category, but you cannot nominate the same work twice.

For a work to make it onto the voting ballot, it needs at least 3 nominations. Before we add it to the ballot, we will get in touch with the creator to ask whether they are fine with this!

Voting is open from 10 September to 27 October, 2024.

The winners will be announced during KiScon 2024. Each winner will receive a certificate and a small prize.

Nominating and voting both take place via Google Forms, and you need to be logged in in order to submit the form; this ensures that people do not nominate or vote multiple times for the same work. If we suspect sockpuppet activity, we will get in touch for clarification. We keep the nomination and voting process completely confidential! Only the KiScon concom will see the submitted forms.

While *we* won't talk about who nominated what, *you* can still discuss your faves and promote them, if you feel comfortable doing so. Making fellow fans aware of great works and sharing why you love and want to nominate them, is encouraged.

You can submit the nominations form only once, but you can edit your responses if you need to add or change something (just follow the link in the email you receive after submitting the form). Please make sure to include every fanwork you want to see on the shortlist. You cannot edit your responses after nominations have closed.

To answer a question we received last year: yes, you can nominate (and vote for) your own work(s). We won't judge you. ;-)

Fanworks:

The work must focus on the pairing Kirk/Spock or Kirk & Spock. Slash (romantic and/or sexual relationship) and gen (friendship) are equally eligible. If a fic includes Kirk and/or Spock in relationships with other characters, be they canonical or original, this does not disqualify the work for the Philon Awards, as long as the focus is clearly on Kirk and Spock's relationship.

Art must feature Kirk or Spock or both of them; additional characters in the artwork are allowed, but no depiction of Kirk/Other or Spock/Other.

All universes are welcome: TOS (series and movies), TAS, and reboot, Discovery and Strange New Worlds. AUs and mirror universe are equally allowed. Crossovers between different Trek franchises or between Trek and other media are permitted, as long as Kirk and Spock are the work’s main characters.

RPF works (e.g. Shatnoy) are not eligible.

All ratings and genres are allowed. If a work among your nominations includes strong elements that would merit a warning on the AO3 (e.g. rape, major character death etc.), we'd appreciate a heads-up on the nominations form, so that we can make sure to include the warning on the shortlist.

The work must be complete. It can be part of a series, but the work itself must not be a WIP (missing chapters or a draft/unfinished sketch).

The work must have been created and published (print or online) after last year's nomination period. So everything from 1 September 2023 onwards until the end of the current nomination phase (31 August 2024) is eligible. Reprints or uploads of earlier works (e.g. a fic you wrote and published a few years ago and uploaded to the AO3 only recently) cannot take part in this contest. If a multi-chapter fic was started earlier, but the date of completion falls within the eligible range, then it can also be nominated.

For podfic the creation/publication date of the actual podfic counts, not of the written fic that inspired it.

AI-generated fic is NOT allowed.

Traditional art means that it was hand-drawn or hand-painted; scanning or photographing the finished work in order to publish it online is allowed, of course.

With digital art, we mean art that was created by a fan artist directly on a tablet or computer, or art that started out as hand-drawn and underwent significant digital alterations in the next steps. We do NOT allow AI-generated art! Manips based on still images or photos of the actors are not eligible in this contest.

Zines: Both e-zines and print zines published between 1 September 2023 and 31 August 2024 are eligible.

Last but not least: these awards are meant to be fun and a celebration of the K/S fandom. The shortlist will double as lovely rec list! We get to talk about our faves and let the creators know that we love their works.

You can fill in the nominations form embedded on the KiScon website, or (if your device does not display it properly) you can find it directly at this link.

[qin-qin16]

Error x female reader fluff?

I don’t really have anything specific in mind, so something gaming related? It matches Error :)

Thanks! :D

Sore loser

Pairing. Error x F!Reader Content. SFW! Fluff (in some degrees), reader and error are friendly mean to each other, canonish error, platonic A/N. First request for my 400 followers yay and i'm trying a new design too lol

"Th-this is bu-bullsh-shit!" You can't help but hiss as Error raises his voice, especially when his glitches scratch at your ears like nails on a chalkboard. "Yo-you cheat-tead!!" If it were any other scenario, the controller in his hands would have definitely flown straight at you, leaving a red mark on your forehead.

"You can't blame others for your failure!" you shout back, a mocking smile curling on your lips. "I'm not responsible for you being terrible at this." Your body slides off the couch, crawling like a slug until you reach the floor — your neck slumping against one of the cushions, turning back and forth as if trying to stretch out the tense muscles (in a failed attempt).

"Shu-shut up!" You didn’t even need to tilt your head to know that Error was glitching, his body likely warping from so many bugs, with pixels peeling off and sticking back to him.

Your eyes roll dramatically across your face before finally locking onto his, a smug gleam flashing in them the moment his colored eyelights meet yours. You knew exactly how to tread the fine line that was Error's impulses.

"For someone who spends all day glued to the TV, I figured you'd at least be mediocre at this." You knew you were pushing Error’s limits, toying with the fragile bond of your friendship like someone shaking a bag in a hallway full of crystal glasses and porcelain figurines.

However, nothing happened. His bright, red-like eye sockets continued to glare at you — likely in a deadly way, wishing he could crush your little heart like one step on an insect. Just before a bigger smirk could spread across your face, his eyelights flared up, still blurry and oddly scattered across his eyes.

"O-one mo-more! Th-the wi-winner ta-takes a-a-a-aaaaall-l!" The grin on his face was anything but friendly, a bitter mix of madness and determination to snatch your consecutive victory away.

"Bring it on!" Your attention snapped back to the TV, the controller in your hands, fingers ready to control whatever character appeared on screen.

That pile of chocolates would be yours, no matter what it took!

[bon2bonn]

Paper Hearts

Pt.1

Lets go!🥊🌼

MMA!fighter!Max Verstappen X female!reader

Max verstappen X fem!reader

Words count : 1.3k

P2 here

09:30 The buzzing audience held their breath as the third round rolled in , anticipating the movements of both opponents as they glide across the ring circling around before lunging to attacck .

He had the upper hand through the previous rounds , now defending perfectly before cornering his opponent delivering quick and brutal punches and kicks . Before spinning a 360° to aim a back kick that knocked him out . The audience roared as the referee declared it a K.O . The bell rang declaring him the winner .

The flashing cameras, the swarms of people congratulating him shaking his hands , clamping him on the back as he passed and chanting his name all fade into white noise in the confidence of the locker room , his team high on spirit all congratulate him again as he thanked them all for their efforts and support making a small speech a promise to more wins and more achievements to come .

getting checked by one of the medics as everyone was backing up or busy with their own thing preparing to celebrate yet another win , his father approached , not looking so pleased with his win , "that would've finished sooner if you didn't let your gaurds down the first round" . he huffed collecting his bag shoving his phone and wallet in getting ready to leave adding curtly "I had it covered" , his father replayed with great annoyance "it could have cost you the match" max just stared at him "it didn't, and if that's not enough for you" he raised the belt giving him a pissed look "this should be enough for you to get you off my back , and fuck off" .

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02:45 She hastly pocketed her phone , wore a hoodie , an old baseball cap , picking her shoes and tiptoeing to the window carefully , opening the latch and looking out the window for a minute or so , then she threw her shoes out making sure to not hit the overly expensive uniquely designed (ugly) birds statue's strewn across the garden , then she pulled herself out the window sitting on the ledge . The hight still gave her nausea , the third floor is not that easy to psych yourself to get down from , specially when your way down is an old piping system that she's totally sure is rusted out , but she'll make do with what she got , and that's what she got now so she reached to the pipe with one hand steadily sliding to firmly plant her bare feet on the sides of it , she counted in her mind then she pulled her Wight off the window and latched both her hands and feet onto the main pipe , sliding slowly down to the floor below, pausing every now and then to make sure it's still Holding and that no one woke up .

Letting an exaggerated huff as she finally reached the ground , putting her shoes on and making sure the coast is clear then climbed up the fence and made a run down the road heading north .

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03:15 his flight touched down , late flights are a pleasing when the airport looked almost deserted , finding a cap he gave the address leaning back , looking out the window at the lamp posts eliminating the empty streets , flashing as the car passed them . Closing his eyes for a second to ease his mind . Looking to the left he had a glimpse of a silhouette lying down atop the hill basking in the night sky view , and for the moment he wished he'd be in their place , to be content with just being out in the open fields . The car took a turn snapping him out ah his thoughts looking at his phone buzzing with texts from his friends and family but mostly from his father , rolling his eyes he switched it off throwing it on his Carry-on bag going back to gaze out the window .

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04:48 lying down with a pleased humm after she managed to climb up the hill , passing by the tall unkempt grass on the edge of the park right behind the line of trees framing the bond . The clearing of grass rolled on all around the hill reaching all the way to the old fencing of the highway exit , it's a long walk but the atmosphere is worth the effort , it's quite and calming , the air clear and cool against her face taking in deep breath exhaling it slowly in a relaxed manner .

The lights from the lamp posts on the road blended with the gleaming stars in the distance, the moon is almost full Maybe in two more nights it'll reach it's peak before fading out to nothing .

After a while she glanced at the time , cursing as she lost track letting her mind drift not aware how much time passed , she stood up walking back down the hill heading to a side entrance for a short cut instead of the main gate , waving at the figure sitting on a bench facing the lake as she passed by , speeding up after they waved back at her .

She stepped out moving in a fast pace close to a run crossing the street and going back .

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04: 50 he unlocked his front door taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket greeted by his cats burring as he held them up scratching behind their ears as they Burred in content relaxing and leaning into his hold , leaving his bag by the living room entrance as he sets them down then watching as they padded away before going straight to take a quick shower , then to bed , falling asleep not a minute later.

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05:02 she climbed back in through the window , discarding her hoodie somewhere around her room , her cap going to the bedside table and her shoes kicked by the door , landing on her bed with a tired huff she tossed her phone on the carpeted floor below the bed turning to face the wall before drifting into a restless sleep .

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08:00 he's already awake , doing a warm up exercises and putting together a meal to start the day . Checking the kitchen to make a list for later , feeding the cats before grabbing his gym bag locking his door and heading out .

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08:10 she woke up after the third snooze alarm blaring out to get her to move off the bed , she was thankful for putting together something to wear the night before . Taking a quick shower, brushing her teeth and her hair before grabbing the day's necessary items putting them in her bag then heading out in a sprint , leaving in a haste she opted to get something to eat on the way .

Her first stop is Angela's shop . Giving the owner a warm greeting along with Marc who started working three weeks ago, taking the two separate bouquet's paying and thanking her again before moving to the next stop .

Turning the corner she pumped into someone, causing her bag and flowers to fall along with the stranger's bag , both apologizing while picking up their things apologizing again before she hastly went on her way .

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He was about to go on his way looking down he found a single flower laying down before him , muttering quietly "it must've fell from her" , turning after picking it up to give it back , he only saw her back getting lost in the crowded street ahead . Looking down at it he decided against throwing it away , he held it gently adjusting the bag on his shoulder Before moving on on his way .