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miloformula123fan · 9 months ago

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Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? Where his love language is like he make sure to bring a jacket if it's cold/rain for her, cheek/temple peck. And her love language is picking up his favorite snacks/meals from the store/homemade, holding hands/lean head on his shoulder. Just domestic things. Fully fluff and romantic. Add something else to it if it's not right. Thanks!! :))

haha, between me, this anon and @leosxrealm, we have 3 simps for bono

bono is hot. that is all i will say.

i also have a bit of an angsty part 2 (because angst is kinda what i do :) )

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peter 'bono' bonnington x female!race engineer!reader

A jacket

Bono watched as his wife walked towards the ferrari garage, and then back to the pit wall. It was raining hard here, not unsurprising for Melbourne, and it was quite heavy, so the session had been delayed. As all the other engineers were doing, they were talking to the drivers and then working on data and double checking the radar. Bono supposed he was lucky in that way, all the information was in the garage for him. For Ferrari, the data was available on the pitwall, and the radar and the driver were inside, so he was watching his wife walk backwards and forwards in the rain, with no umbrella or even a raincoat, just in her ferrari clothes which were now soaked and with her hair sticking to her face he had no idea how she was even getting straight answers out of Carlos.

He once again saw her walk out again to the pitwall and start typing. He pulled up his own mercedes rain jacket before jogging out towards the ferrari pitwall. Y/N heard the footsteps approaching her pitwall and assumed it was Xavi or another Ferrari team member needing some data. However as she turned around she was not expecting to come face to face with her husband

“What are you doing here? Trying to steal our data?” Y/N grinned as she spun around to face her husband.

“Don’t think we need it, darling” Bono grinned back at his partner.

“Sorry, which team is coming 1st in the constructors, and which is coming 3rd?” She teased.

“Darling, there’s been 2 races.” Bono sighed, this was a regular occurrence in their household.

“Still counts. Anyway, what are you doing here, if not to steal our data?” Y/N’s face slightly fell as she tried to ascertain what her husband was doing here.

“It’s raining…” Bono attempted to explain

“No shit sherlock!” Y/ explained, looking surprised and sarcastic at Bono.

“You're wet…” he tried to continue

“Well thanks darling, I now know I can always rely on my husband to give me a good compliment. Although why’d you come out of the garage if not to also get wet. All your data is inside…” Y/N looked confused and sarcastic.

Bono shook his head, thinking and laughing about his wife’s banter, before holding out the unbranded rain jacket. “For your rushing between the Ferrari garage and the pit wall. You’re gonna catch a cold.”

She looked at him and smiled before taking the jacket and slipping it over her shoulders, nearly punching Bono in the process. She grimaced before looking up with an odd soft smile on her face

“Thanks babe.” She smiled sheepishly and looked won, before dashing once again out in the rain towards the ferrari garage.

All safe and dry. Bono thought as he walked back to the Mercedes garage. Safe. Dry. and warm. That was how he liked to keep his partner.

A good luck kiss

“Hey, hey darling, before you go…” Bono approached her wife, just before the race. Lewis and Carlos were starting P5 and P6, so they were just opposite each other, so Bono worked out a way to sneak away quickly to see his wife.

“Yes, Peter?” Y/N turned away from the mechanic who had been trying to talk to her. Bono loved this about his partner, he’d often always found that he’d been talked over, but Y/N was one of the people who had always made sure that he was listened to and that his ideas were heard.

Yeah sure, Y/N sometimes snubbed other people as the Ferrari mechanic was seething over her shoulder, apparently desperate to continue talking to her, but she would never do it for him.

“Kiss for good luck?” Bono knew his puppy dog eyes were questionable, as a man in his mid 40s.

Bono smiles as he looks down on her, before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“How can I say no to you?”

“You can’t!”

“I know.”

Picking up snacks

“So Carlos, I just wanted to discuss…”

Bono had been very sad to wake up all alone in the bed, but hearing his wife’s voice echo from the office next door made him realise what had happened.

He went into the kitchen, and pulled out the breakfast that they had been planning on having together today. He paused as he pulled it out, before pulling out the other jar, untouched. Y/N’s breakfast. He knew the meeting that Y/N was in was probably confidential, but he also knew that Y/N had been up for a while. So he shuffled into Y/N’s office and placed the jar of chia seed pudding and the spoon in front of Y/N.

When Y/N looked up to see food and spoon being placed on top of her plans, she was not sure what she was expecting to see, but it was not her partner, half asleep, without his glasses on, hair sticking up everywhere, in just a dressing gown and slippers, squinting at the minimal light that was on in the room.

‘What are you doing?’ Y/N mouthed at Bono

Bono shrugged before shuffling out of the room again.

Y/N grinned to herself, shovelling a mouthful of the chia seed pudding in her mouth before turning back to Carlos and continuing her spiel.

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“I’m so sorry baby, they just called me at like 7am, and were like ‘we know it’s your day off but we don’t care so you have to come in’ and i’m not happy about it darling. It’s OUR day off and…” she buried her head in his chest “i wanna spend it with you.” she concluded in a small voice.

They stayed like this for 10 minutes. Y/N with her head buried in Bono’s chest, before her phone started ringing again. Her groan was muffled in his chest, but he heard both the phone and the groan that followed.

“Hey, it’s okay, baby. I’ll do some of my work today, so then tomorrow we can still have a bit of a day off, even if it is not ‘officially’ a day off.”

“Mhm,” said Y/N as she began to extract herself from Bono’s hug. Bono, pulling her off as he grabbed a bowl he’d already prepared.

“Some trail mix darling, to get you through til lunch.”

“Thank you baby.”

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“I know the data looks good, but it’s irrelevant until we get to testing and we can compare it to Red Bull and Mercedes. Yeah the data will…”

Bono had pulled on some earphones, while on a phone call with Toto, partially so he could get work done while he made lunch. He’d also left them on to visit his wife so that if she was talking about stuff that he wasn’t allowed to hear, it wouldn’t violate their NDAS.

Bono nudged the door with his elbow, holding a plate and a drink, in his hands. Y/N looked up from the chaos of her desk, hair frazzled, bin overflowing, data everywhere. Bono cleared a small space on the desk for the glass of water, and the plate with the egg salad lettuce wrap.

She grinned, as she took a bite into the wrap, before turning back to the computer and continuing her babbling, as Bono smiled as he shut the door and returned to his own room.

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“Darling i love your food, but this truffle pasta is not as good as ferrari’s” - Y/N

“Next time we can go to Ferrari's hospitality then, or you can have my salmon.” - Bono

“I don’t want your salmon, I want Ferrari’s truffle pasta. Wait, there’s gonna be a next time? I think we should go to Red Bull if there’s gonna be a next time.” - Y/N grinned

“Based on their catering budget i reckon their pasta will somehow rival Ferrari’s” - Bono chuckled

“Well I guess next time we shall have to see!” - Y/N flashed her cheeky grin at him, as she dived back into the pasta.

“No, next time we have to go to Ferrari and see how much better pasta we can make.” - Bono insisted

“So we have 2 more dates planned, and then…”

Y/N could feel the eyes on her bright red Ferrari jacket in a sea of black, greys and whites in the Mercedes hospitality.

But the stares and whispered comments all faded as Bono laughed at some funny joke she had mentioned the ferrari screw ups so far this season.

Watching bono talk about the few things that mercedes had ever fucked up, made all the eyes fade away.

At least until Lewis, Toto and James all sat down and started chatting to Bono about various data that Y/N was sure that she wasn’t supposed to be hearing.

Bono cleared his throat “Um, guys? Is this really the time?”

Y/N did not miss the Cheshire cat grins on James and Toto’s faces “why of course now is the time, why wouldn’t now be the time?”

“Because I’m trying to have a nice calm and peaceful lunch with my wife and…”

Y/N preened at being labelled as Bono’s wife, at least until Lewis decided to open his big mouth

“We’re here because we were trying to work out if the rumours were true.”

“What rumours?”

“The rumours that there was a ferrari spy in the open eating out truffle pasta.”

“I mean it’s not very good truffle pasta. You should maybe not make pasta, it’s kinda ferrari’s thing.”

“Right, let’s divert money from the car development into the catering budget, i suppose.” Toto mused

“Yeah, maybe some funding out of the pit crew, because they will be more motivated, if they’re being fed better.”

“Bono, can we borrow your partner for financial advice?”

“Don’t know how she’d feel about that one.”

“Nah, happy at ferrari and yelling at people for stupid strategy.” She grinned, before finishing her drink, and giving Bono a kiss on his head before wandering off

Holding hands

Y/N looked up at Bono as he slipped his hand into hers . Slightly surprised by his demonstration of public affection, she tried to send him a questioning look. But he was looking full ahead trying to belt out the British anthem. He was stuffing up the anthem, he kept singing ‘god save the queen’ instead of ‘god save the king’. Y/N instead made eye contact with Susie, who smiled and then opened her mouth when she saw the hand holding. Y/N sent a look going ‘I KNOW RIGHT?’ and then they grinned at each other before looking forward again. So neither saw the small grin that filled Y/N’s face.

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ducktoonsfanart · 4 months ago

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Scrooge McDuck as Gaius Julius Caesar - Roman Empire - Conquerors - Real Ducks in History - History in Duckverse - Quack Pack, Ducktales and Duckverse

I'm posting some of my drawings that I've done before, this time related to history and one by one where our famous Duckverse ducks play famous historical figures. See more about it here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/749604818515050496/donald-duck-as-napoleon-bonaparte-scrooge-mcduck

This drawing is a redraw of a statue made by Nicolas Coustou at the end of the 17th century for the decoration of Versailles, which depicts the greatest Roman, Gaius Julius Caesar. Although he was not an emperor, certainly many presented him, but he was a dictator, consul, general, writer, historian, engineer, constructor, and a great military leader who changed the Roman Republic into an almost Roman Empire. His fights against the Gauls, as well as the conflict with Pompey and his love with Cleopatra, are known, but he also changed a lot in Rome and was extremely rich. And he lived during the first century BC. That’s why I drew Scrooge McDuck as Gaius Julius Caesar since Scrooge is a great leader and he also strived for fame and fortune and to be remembered in the future and he plays the role of the best Roman. Behind it are the Colosseum (built a century after him), the aqueduct (then irrigation) and the Pantheon (built two centuries after him), as well as a Roman temple that symbolizes Rome at that time, as well as the roads themselves. In addition, Topolino (Italian comics) are showed Scrooge as Caesar two or three times so that’s where my inspiration came from.

By the way, Gaius Julius Caesar was born on July 12, 100 BC, and was killed on March 15, 44 BC. Scrooge's birthday is July 8th, so the difference between Caesar's birthday and Scrooge's birthday is minimal, right? Coincidence? I don't think so. Certainly in my version of Duckverse history Scrooge plays Gaius Julius Caesar whether it's in the Civilization game, Asterix and Obelix or the Rome AU.

Yes, every day I think about the Roman Empire and the history of Rome, but also about ducks, so that I can connect them together into one. And this is my Roman Empire.

I certainly hope you like this drawing and this idea and that these characters have such historical roles. Of course, Duckverse in history I combine mostly everything related to Duckverse (Donald Duck comics, OG Ducktales, Three Caballeros, Darkwing Duck and Quack Pack) and it’s mostly my version and my idea. By all means if you like this and support these ideas, feel free to like and reblog this, but please don’t use these same ideas without mentioning me and without my permission. Thank you!

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phantasmeels · 1 year ago

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Another Zelda Theory: The Seven Sages in the Era of Myth

Save for the numerical discrepancy (the seventh sage shown in-painting was likely the Zelda of that era, as she is most often the Seventh Sage/Maiden in the other games), the seven Sages spoken of in the backstory of A Link Between Worlds and the six Sages seen in Twilight Princess might be the same group.

The ALBW paintings and backstory also seem to explain how the Triforce location changed from where they were seen at the end of Skyward Sword, from the Hylia statue to within the Temple of Light in the Golden Land/Sacred Realm.

Now, this is pretty damn early in the timeline, so it's likely that the six sages seen in Twilight Princess + the Zelda of their original era are the very first of their profession in Hyrule, the original sages gathered specifically to seal away the Triforce when it was clearly too dangerous for it to remain out in the open, given the bloody conflicts that were sparked in pursuit of it. They would also be the constructors of the Temple of Light which would hold the Triforce. The original Rauru would have been one of these first sages, and they would much later construct the Temple of Time on the remains of the Sealed Temple of Skyward Sword as an additional measure after the events of the Interloper War spoken of in Twilight Princess.

Additionally, I hypothesize that items like the Moon Pearl and Magic Mirror found in A Link to the Past are the creations of the original Sages, tools which they developed in their research about interacting with the Sacred Realm in order to successfully seal away the Triforce there. These tools allowed them to enter, safely traverse, and exit other dimensions/realms, as well as seal up entrances to those other dimensions/realms if they needed to. This is further supported by the existence of the Mirror of Twilight, which the Sages clearly know how to operate and likely created it in the first place.

This all leads me to next ask, then, 'why do five new sages have to be awakened in Ocarina of Time?' My answer to that is that when Ganondorf got his hands on the Triforce of Power in that game, his minions entered the five temples of the game and, quite simply, destroyed them upon invading said temples. He did so to the two sages of the Master Sword in The Wind Waker, who also happened to need awakened replacements to restore the Master Sword, so I wouldn't put it past him. Not to mention what he did to one Sage during his botched execution in Twilight Princess. (Damn, the sages have it really rough in this series.) Thus Link needed to awaken the next generation of sages throughout Ocarina of Time.

Also, it's worth observing that the role of sage doesn't necessarily always have to do with managing the Sacred Realm. There's the case of the sages being the shrine maidens watching over the seal of the Four Sword on Vaati in Four Swords Adventures akin to the same role of the Maidens in A Link to the Past. This shows that there are varied and flexible uses of the sage profession depending on the situation. It seemingly always comes down to petitioning the divines, preparing for the future, empowering and preserving sacred swords, sealing away evil that can't be destroyed, and maintaining safe boundaries between realms/dimensions.

Oh, and apparently the old men who give you swords in the original Legend of Zelda, and the one who guards the Triforce of Courage in the final dungeon of The Adventure of Link count as sages too, according to Hyrule Encylopedia. I don't regard those books as strictly canon, but I can easily see this being the case. This means we can add the keeping of sacred objects and important weapons, as well as testing a next incarnation of the Hero, to the potential duties belonging to the sages of this era.

One other thing to add, I find it interesting how A Link Between Worlds adds to the sage system in the lore, showing that the seventh Sage/Sage of Time doesn't necessarily HAVE to be Zelda, just that typically Zelda is the best fit for it. Also, it looks like the Chamber of Sages in the Temple of Light is capable of just...rebuilding and re-arranging itself as needed. I guess being a more metaphysical kind of structure enables easy alterations.

Image Credit: All but one are from Nintendo's official artworks and in-game screenshots. The black and white Interloper illustration is from the Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess manga adaptation by Akira Himekawa, which by the way is excellent and you absolutely should read it.

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f1 · 1 year ago

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Ferrari reveal special car livery for Italian GP weekend at Monza

Ferrari have shown off a special, tweaked livery that will adorn the cars of Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz during this weekend’s Italian Grand Prix at Monza – the famous marque’s home race. While the usual red colour scheme remains front and centre, it has been joined by additional flashes of yellow and black as seen on Ferrari’s 499P Hypercar that won the 24 Hours of Le Mans earlier this year. READ MORE: Ex-F1 driver Giovinazzi hails ‘fantastic’ effort as Ferrari make winning return to 24 Hours of Le Mans top class Ferrari will run a red, yellow and black livery scheme for their home race Ferrari will run a red, yellow and black livery scheme for their home race Ferrari will run a red, yellow and black livery scheme for their home race Ex-F1 driver Antonio Giovinazzi, driving the #51 machine alongside Alessandro Pier Guidi and James Calado, emerged victorious in the June race after a scrap with the #8 Toyota driven by former Toro Rosso racers Sebastien Buemi and Brendon Hartley, and Ryo Hirakawa. In addition to a new car livery, Leclerc and Sainz will wear special driver race suits for the upcoming weekend, with the red, yellow and black theme continuing in posts shared by Ferrari on their social media channels. READ MORE: Leclerc says he ‘can’t wait’ to drive ‘brand-new’ 2024 car Ferrari have promised This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences Oops! Error retrieving Instagram post There will also be special caps and t-shirts on display, which the thousands of tifosi who make the annual trip to the ‘Temple of Speed’ are no doubt set to wear with pride as they cheer Ferrari on. Ferrari head to Monza holding a distant fourth position in the F1 constructors’ standings, with the squad looking for their first win at the high-speed track since 2019 and only their fourth podium of the season. READ MORE: Leclerc bemoans DNF after ‘crazy race’ with Sainz left searching for answers on Ferrari’s poor pace via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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totowlff · 2 years ago

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chapter eleven — the cliff

➝ elisabeth’s feelings for toto have pushed her to the edge of a cliff. the only thing she could do was jump.

➝ word count: 4,9k

➝ warnings: smut

➝ author’s note: i think you were waiting for this. enjoy!

OCTOBER, 2014

The mood in the garage was one of pure ecstasy.

Mechanics were running around, wide smiles on their faces and bottles of champagne in their hands. The engineers thumped each other on the back as they passed each other, in a gesture of cooperation. On the television screens mounted to the walls, images switched between replays of the silver car with the number 44 taking its lap of honor around the Sochi circuit, and the podium ceremony that had just taken place, with Lewis and Nico dousing Paddy Lowe with champagne.

Mission accomplished.

Mercedes had won the Formula 1 Constructors’ Championship.

It had been a spectacular year for the team. Thirteen wins, four by Nico, nine by Lewis, fifteen pole positions, nine front row lockouts. “Pretty much perfect”, Elisabeth thought, watching the marketing team run around, handing out commemorative t-shirts to everyone on the team.

From the corner of the garage, her father watched the proceedings with a gleam of pride in his eyes. She had heard stories of her father’s Formula 1 glory days throughout her childhood, the memories scattered around the family’s apartment in Vienna and at the house in Ibiza. However, Elisabeth knew he dreamed of achieving success outside of the car as well.

— Are you happy, dad? — she asked, putting her arm around his shoulders.

— How could I not be, Mauslein? — Niki replied, a wide smile on his lips — I always dreamed of this…

Her father had tried more than once to break into the corporate side of Formula 1. During his first attempt to do so, with Ferrari, he found himself embroiled in a war with Jean Todt for leadership of the team, and retired five years after starting. Years later, at Jaguar, he found himself every bit as frustrated as he had been at Maranello.

Succeeding in a commanding position was something Niki had always aspired to, and now, he’d finally made it.

— I know — she replied, looking at him — But you did it, dad.

— We did it, Elisabeth. You are part of it too.

— I didn’t do anything, dad.

— You’ve done more than you can imagine. And I’m very proud of you.

She felt the tears build up in her eyes, a smile on her face. After spending most of a year immersed in the world of Formula 1, struggling to understand it, and sometimes, appreciate it, hearing those words from her father was incredibly gratifying. All Elisabeth ever wanted was to make her father proud, and she had achieved that goal. Niki noticed the tears forming in her eyes, and pulled her into a hug, placing a kiss on her temple.

— Don’t cry, or I’m going to start crying — her father muttered, rubbing the corner of her eye with his finger, wiping away a tear that was threatening to fall.

— It’s not a bad thing to cry — she laughed, her voice a little choked up.

— Not when you’re the non-executive chairman of the team, Mauslein — Niki replied, placing a hand on her shoulder, a knowing smile on his face.

— They’re coming! — Elisabeth heard someone yell, causing the throng of people to stir even more as they got ready to celebrate their achievement.

A few moments later, she spotted Lewis and Nico, side by side, laughing at something. They were wearing the same black shirts, printed with the words ‘2014 World Champions’, both holding the trophies they’d won. Just behind them, Paddy appeared, his hair still damp from the champagne the drivers had showered him with on the podium. Toto was with them, holding the constructors’ trophy from the race.

As soon as the four stepped into the garage, everyone erupted in applause, cheers and whistles. The team principal raised his trophy in the air, and everyone cheered even louder. Elisabeth had never seen a bigger smile than the one on Toto’s face at that moment. She couldn’t resist the urge to smile either.

— Speech! — someone yelled, followed by a chorus of people yelling for Toto to speak, which made him laugh before he waved his hand for them to be silent.

— Racing is in Mercedes’ DNA. And, in this very challenging year, full of new regulations, we have proved ourselves completely. I have all of you to thank — he said, waving his hand to everyone standing in front of him — To Paddy and his team, for the majestic W05 project. To everyone here, mechanics, engineers, Lewis, Nico, and to everyone in Brackley and Brixworth for making it happen. Last but not least, to Niki and Elisabeth, who have been by my side for every step on this journey. Thank you very much.

Applause echoed through the garage again, accompanied by whistles and excited cheering. With his eyes fixed on Elisabeth, Toto raised the trophy again, as if it were a greeting. She gave him a sincere smile, raising her hands to show she was applauding him.

— Now, let’s take some pictures! — Toto said, pointing outside, where a pool of journalists, cameramen, and photographers were assembled to capture images of the 2014 Constructors’ Championship winning team.

Elisabeth headed to a corner next to the press, arms crossed and a smile on her face as she watched Rosa and Bradley run around, getting the team in position for photos. Right in the center, her father had a few words with Lewis, who was holding the pitboard sign that read '2014 World Constructors Champions’. They both had smiles on their faces.

“They are a match made in heaven”, she thought to herself, tucking a lock of her light-brown hair behind her ear.

When everyone was ready, Bradley gave the pool of photographers a thumbs up, and they began to capture the moment. Clicks, raised fists, smiles, and the shouts of champions.

— Liesl, come here! — she heard Toto yell, gesturing with his hand for her to come closer. She shook her head, declining the invitation. However, it only made more people start screaming her name, asking her to join the group. She did, a little annoyed. Elisabeth positioned herself beside her father, and smiled for the cameras, raising her fist as Bradley commanded.

Then someone behind her started pulling a countdown.

— Three!

Niki looked at her, a mischievous smile on his face.

— Two!

— I’d run if I were you — he said, walking away from the group towards the photographers who were positioned in front of them.

— One!

— Why?

Elisabeth heard the sound of champagne bottles popping as the laughter of mechanics was accompanied by an icy spray of liquid in her direction. Then another, and another. There was a shower of champagne coming from all sides, soaking her from head to toe.

— No, no, no — she yelled, trying to escape, unsuccessfully, from the mechanics’ reach. Then, she felt someone wrap their arms around her torso, guiding her away, as if trying to protect her from the champagne. When she wiped the liquid out of her eyes, she realized who had saved her from the mess the team was making.

Toto.

He was also completely drenched in champagne. His dark hair was wet and messy, damp strands falling over his forehead. However, he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by it. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying himself.

— I should have warned you they were going to do this — he said, his smile fading as he looked down. Elisabeth followed his gaze and realized that her white blouse had become completely transparent, allowing anyone to see the pastel pink bra she was wearing.

— Oh shit — she mumbled, putting her arms over her chest, in a feeble attempt to avoid being exposed even more by the lens and any curious eyes.

— Wait a minute — Toto said, quickly removing the damp t-shirt he was wearing and handing it to her — Put this on.

— Are you sure? — Elisabeth stammered. She was trying to ignore the fact that the white shirt he was wearing was also completely see-through, revealing the planes of his defined chest.

— Yes, put it on — he insisted, positioning himself so that the nearby cameras wouldn’t be able to capture her in such a compromising position. Then, she pulled the shirt over her head and noticed how big it was on her body. The sleeves were almost to her elbows and the hem stopped at the middle of her thighs.

— Thanks — she said quietly, a smile on her face — I’ll get it back as soon as I can.

— Don’t worry about it, Liesl — Toto replied, winking before heading back to the front of the garage. She leaned against the wall and watched as the engineers greeted him with fresh sprays of champagne. He didn’t have time to defend himself.

— Shall we go back to the hotel, Mauslein? — Niki said next to her, causing her to jump a little — You’re a mess.

— If someone had warned me earlier, I might not have gotten soaking wet.

Her dad chuckled before walking into the garage with her following behind.

It was already dark when Elisabeth emerged from her suite’s bathroom, wrapped in a towel. It didn’t take her long to choose what she would wear to dinner with the team that night. She picked one of her favorite dresses — a turquoise one — and slipped it on quickly, walking over to the mirror to see how it had looked on her body.

— Perfect — she whispered, stepping back and heading toward the bathroom to dry her hair, leaving the light-brown tresses to fall gracefully over her shoulders. After putting on some mascara and lip gloss, she went back into her room, reaching for the pair of nude heels she always carried in her suitcase.

Finally ready, Elisabeth was just about to go downstairs when she looked down at the black T-shirt she’d thrown carelessly over an armchair when she’d returned. She picked it up and looked at it, realizing it was still damp and still smelled like champagne. For a second, she thought about keeping the shirt as a souvenir.

A memory of someone Elisabeth would never have.

“No, that’s stupid”, she thought, chiding herself. It didn't make any sense to keep it. It would only bring more pain, guilt, and shame to Elisabeth, if it were possible to feel more than she already felt on a daily basis when she looked into Toto’s eyes and had to pretend everything was fine between them. Things didn’t feel good between them, and she was pretty sure they never would again.

Folding the shirt carefully, she picked up her bag, and took a deep breath. “Let’s give this back to him, Elisabeth”, she said to herself, as she walked to her suite’s door, leaving her room.

The corridors of Delta Sirius, the hotel the team was staying in for the race in Sochi, were empty, as she expected. “I just hope they don’t destroy the city”, she thought before turning right down the hallway, toward the direction of Toto’s suite.

Elisabeth stopped at the door to room number 803, and knocked softly on it, twice. She heard the sound of someone moving around inside the room, followed by the doorknob turning. Toto appeared, smiling, wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt.

She wasn't used to seeing him dressed in such a casual manner. He was always impeccably dressed in well-tailored suits or the team uniform, designed by Hugo Boss. The closest Elisabeth had ever seen him to dressing casually was when he wore a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. However, as she noticed how the fabric clung to his body, she couldn't tell that this version of him wasn't the sexiest of them all.

“Focus”, she told herself, trying to concentrate on what he was saying.

— I didn’t expect you to come by, actually — he said, opening the door wider — Come on in.

Elisabeth wanted to decline, but her feet were already stepping into the room, a shy smile on her face as she walked past him and into the suite. The room was neatly organized. The suitcase was next to the closet, closed. On the table, there was a pair of square-framed glasses, his cell phone, and a few papers. The only thing that looked out of place was a blue denim chambray shirt lying on top of the bedroom armchair, the monogram sewn just to the left of the navel making her smile. She had no idea how many times she'd made fun of Toto's habit of wearing only monogrammed shirts.

— So… What brings you here? — Toto said behind her back, making her turn to look at him.

— I came to return the shirt — she replied, handing it to him — I even thought about keeping it, but I think you deserve a memento from today.

Toto smiled, taking the shirt from her hand and laying it on the chair by his side.

— Considering it’s our first title, I think it would be good to have a memento — he said, running a hand through his dark hair — Did you come down for anything else?

— Uh, yeah… I… Well — she began, her voice strained. There was no other reason for her to be there than giving him the shirt. No other reason than the simple desire she felt to be close to him. Coming to return the shirt was just an excuse to see him, and she knew it.

Elisabeth was sure that Toto realized she didn't have any other reason to be from the sigh he let out, shaking his head.

— Tell me, Liesl, why are you here?

She swallowed hard, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. It felt like all the excuses she could make were gone from her mind. She had no idea what to say to him.

— Well, if you don't know what to say, I can give you a tip. During the event at METAstadt, you had started to say something to me, but didn’t finish — Toto said, taking a step forward — I know you didn't finish talking because you were interrupted. But now, we are alone. Nobody else is here. You can say what you want.

Elisabeth blinked, as if she had come out of a trance.

— It was nothing — she stammered, noticing his approach — Nothing important, I mean.

— Funny, the way you spoke that day, it sounded very important — Toto gave her a smirk.

— But, it’s not important any more. The moment has passed, your focus is different, just as mine.

He tilted his head, studying Elisabeth's expression.

— Well if you know so much about me, tell me, what's my focus now, Liesl?

— Well — she said, after hesitating for a few seconds — Your focus is your team. Your family. Your children. Aurélie.

Toto sighed, shaking his head.

— Liesl, there’s no more Aurélie.

She stared at him, confused.

— What do you mean? No more Aurélie? — Elisabeth whispered.

— We broke up.

— You broke up?

— Yes, we did.

— When?

— Over a month ago.

Elisabeth did the math quickly, mentally drawing a timeline of Toto's relationship with Aurélie. Over a month ago dated back to August. "The accident," Elisabeth realized, her eyes meeting his.

— You broke up…

— After my cycling accident. We had a nasty fight and we thought it best for both of us to end our relationship.

— Why?

— Well, I didn’t let Aurélie know that I was in the hospital or had surgery until after I got home. She was in Paris on business and I didn't want her to rush to Vienna just for me, but it didn't help. She took the first flight back, and when she got to the penthouse, she started asking me why I hadn't called her sooner.

Elisabeth listened to him, not saying a word.

— I told her that I didn't want to have her drop everything just for me, and that I had called someone else. Right away, she realized that it was you, even though my sister Lili was the one that took me home after the surgery. We started to argue, and when she said it didn't make any sense to call you instead of her, I told her that I called you because I liked you more than her.

“I like you”, she recalled his words, pursing her lips.

Toto, even in the midst of his post-concussion haze, had told her the truth.

— Toto — she stammered.

— Aurélie and I broke up because I couldn’t pretend that I don’t feel anything for you any more, Elisabeth — he continued — I couldn’t keep lying to Aurélie and lying to myself by telling that I could be happy with her when you’re so close to me. Close, yet so far.

The words hit her like a punch in the stomach.

— I think I better go, Toto — she said, her voice barely audible.

— No. I don't want you to leave. I want you close to me. I want you with me. Damn it, I want you, Elisabeth — he growled.

— Toto, you know this is wrong — she stuttered.

— I've gotten to the point where I don't give a damn whether it’s right or wrong. I don't care if people will judge me. I don't care if your father will hate me for this. I just don't care anymore, because my want to be with you outweighs any fear I have of anything else. I need you, Elisabeth.

She felt the tears build up in her eyes. Toto’s words crashed over her like a tsunami, her mind still processing each word carefully. Elisabeth was afraid she’d gotten it all wrong and that he didn't mean what she thought he meant. However, Toto’s words were clear as crystal. He wanted her. He needed her.

She needed him, too.

— I lied — she finally said.

— What? — he said, obviously confused.

— What I wanted to tell you at the event at METAstadt was… That I lied.

— Lied about what? When?

— I lied when I told you the kiss in Brackley meant nothing to me, when we talked on the phone on Christmas Eve.

— So, if you lied, what is the truth?

“Tell him the truth, Elisabeth”, she commanded herself.

It was time for her to be honest, not just with Toto, but with herself.

— The truth is, I've wanted to kiss you since New Year's Eve in your office. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone as much as I wanted to kiss you.

He blinked.

— But… Why, Liesl?

— Why… Did I lie? — she put on a pained smile — Because… I’m a fucking coward, Toto. I thought I was being a good daughter by keeping you at arm’s length. I thought it would be better for both of us, in the end, to avoid getting involved with each other, even if my desire for you consumed me to ashes. But, in the end, I fucked it all up.

Silence stretched between them for a few long moments.

— Can I ask you a question? — Toto said, a serious expression on his face.

— Yes — Elisabeth said.

— Do you still want me?

— Yes — she answered quietly.

The shadow of a smile appeared on Toto's lips at her response.

— So, you didn’t fuck anything up, Liesl.

She blinked.

— What makes you say that?

— Well, we’re alone inside a hotel room, two steps away from each other — he observed — I want you. You want me. It seems simple to me.

Elisabeth looked at the floor thoughtfully. It felt as if Toto had his hand out, waiting for her to take it, inviting her to jump headlong off a cliff without knowing what awaited them at the bottom. A long and uncertain fall, with an unpredictable end.

Two steps.

— Liesl — he said quietly — I only need you to say two words.

Looking up at him, she found his dark eyes fixed on hers.

— Which ones?

— Kiss me.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Two steps were enough. Two words were enough.

— Then… Kiss me.

Toto stared at Elisabeth in silence before flashing her a smirk.

— That’s three words.

— Fuck you — she growled, closing the two step gap that separated them. Then, she pulled Toto’s face towards her, pressing his lips to hers.

“Finally”, she thought, as she felt Toto’s hands on her back, pulling her body closer, pressing her chest to his. Elisabeth’s hands slid from his face to his shoulders, her knuckles white with the force she was using to hold herself against him, as if she couldn’t keep herself upright without him. Suddenly, Toto released her lips, panting.

— I’d rather fuck you — he said with a smug smile.

— Well, what are you waiting for? — she replied, her voice bold and defiant.

— I’m waiting for you to take your clothes off — Toto replied.

Elisabeth took a step back and, in one movement, she pulled her dress off over her head, tossing it into a corner on the floor. She was wearing only a pair of delicate black lace panties underneath it, the rest of her body was completely exposed to him. Putting her hands on her hips, Elisabeth watched the way Toto’s eyes roamed over her bare skin, desire alight on his face and his bottom lip between his teeth. His reaction made her feel a confidence that she never had felt before.

— Shall we continue? — she asked, making a sly smile appear on his face.

Toto’s answer came through his hands as they wrapped around her waist and pulled her up, allowing Elisabeth to wrap her legs around his torso, hands resting on his broad shoulders. As Toto carried her through the suite, she couldn’t resist the urge to bring her lips to his neck, kissing and nibbling the soft skin. She had no idea how many times she had thought about leaving marks on his neck.

“This has to be a dream”, Elisabeth thought, as he delicately placed her on the mattress, as if he were carrying the most precious object in the world. Positioning himself with one knee wedged between her legs and the other resting somewhere near her hip, Toto looked down at her, bringing his fingers to her face and moving aside a few strands of hair. Their breathing was the only sound in the room.

— What’s wrong? — she asked softly, after a few seconds of silence.

Toto brought his hand to her cheek, caressing it.

— Nothing is wrong, Liesl. In fact, they have never been so right.

— It's just that… You're looking at me strangely.

— I'm just trying to convince myself that you're really here — he answered — That you are not a figment of my imagination.

— There's only one way for you to find out — she smirked, taking her own hand to his face.

— And how should I do that?

Elisabeth pulled him down by the back of his neck to her lips for a slow and sensual kiss. She ran her fingertips over his face, down to his neck and shoulders, tangling her fingers in his white shirt, pulling when they arrived at the hem, a subtle suggestion for him to take the shirt off. Getting the message from her hands almost immediately, Toto removed his shirt and threw it in a corner of the suite, before going for her neck. Elisabeth tilted her head back to make room for him, closing her eyes to lose herself in the feel of the kisses and marks he sucked into her skin.

— Toto — she gasped, surprised, as his teeth sank deep into her shoulder, making her dig her nails into his bare back.

— Do you like that? — he murmured, soothing her skin with his tongue.

She was unable to find the exact words that could explain what she was feeling. Elisabeth only managed to nod at him, while she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to relieve the almost-painful sensation of her arousal.

That wasn’t enough for Toto. He gently grasped her jaw with his hand and made her look into his eyes.

— I need you to use words, Liesl — he said softly, his nose brushing softly against hers.

Elisabeth lost herself in his chocolate eyes for a few seconds before she answered him in a whisper.

— Yes, Toto.

His hand left her chin and traveled down her neck until it reached one of her breasts. As he circled the sensitive skin of her nipple with his fingers, his eyes never left hers.

— How’s that?

An affirmative groan escaped her lips. She spoke four languages, but couldn’t remember any one of them. The only thing on her mind right now was her desire to have him inside her as quickly as possible.

— So, you like this, too? — he asked, his hand moving down her belly towards her pussy. However, instead of touching where Elisabeth needed it most, Toto moved his fingers to her thighs, teasing her. “Son of a bitch”, she thought to herself, feeling her skin prickling where his fingertips touched her.

— I need you to talk to me, Liesl — he whispered.

— Please — she said in a thin voice — Touch me, Toto.

With a smile, he almost immediately took the hand that was caressing her inner thigh to where she needed his touches. He pushed her black panties aside and found her clit with his thumb and began drawing small circles, his brown eyes intently watching every change in her expression.

Elisabeth’s mind had turned to mush. Her body trembled, and she could barely keep her eyes open with every movement Toto made with his fingers in her pussy. Being with him was better than she’d dreamed of during her many nights alone in hotel rooms around the world.

Suddenly, the pleasure gave way again to the ache of her desire as he pulled his hand away from her clit without warning. A growl of protest escaped her lips. However, Toto didn't give her time to say anything. Opening her eyes, Elisabeth realized that he was repositioning himself on the bed, this time, between her legs. She propped herself up on her elbows and found Toto playing with the elastic of her panties with his index finger. Then, he looked up at her.

— Can I take these off, Liesl?

— Yes, please.

He deftly slid the fabric down her legs, discarding the panties haphazardly on the bedroom floor. Then, he wrapped his arms around her legs and, without warning, dove face-first into her wetness, a moan escaping her lips while she tilted her head back. Elisabeth brought her hands to his hair, gripping the dark strands tightly, as if trying to ground herself in reality.

With her eyes closed and pleasure coursing through her body, Elisabeth tried to control the sounds that came out of her mouth. However, it only took a suck on her clit to her to scream Toto’s name at the top of her lungs. The moans continued to escape her lips as his tongue laved over her pussy. It almost felt like he’d rehearsed this. The pressure in her abdomen grew with each lick he gave, tears pooling in her eyes.

— Yes, yes, yes — she mumbled, lost in the sensation of his hands climbing up her torso to her breasts, squeezing them lightly. The friction of her nipples against his palms made Elisabeth moan even louder.

But then, he stopped again.

— Elisabeth — he said, his tone imperative. She struggled to open her eyes, but, when she did, she found his brown eyes fixed on her, his mouth wet with her juices. He never looked so sexy — Eyes open.

She managed to nod, dumbstruck. With a smile, Toto turned his attention back to her pussy. With every movement he made with his tongue, her body trembled more. Keeping her eyes open and watching him devour her, as if she were his personal feast, was a challenge to Elisabeth. Watching him only heightened her pleasure. She could have been brought to the edge of her orgasm by the sight of him alone. She was close. Dangerously so.

— I will — she gasped, struggling to find the words that had simply disappeared from her brain — I will… I will come…

— Come for me, Liesl — he said softly. His voice vibrating against her pussy was just the impetus she needed to come apart against his tongue. She couldn’t help but tilt her head back as a searing heat coursed through her body. Her senses clouded. Elisabeth screamed his name so loud she was certain that the whole city heard her.

Somewhere inside her head, she could hear Toto whispering something to her. It sounded distant and quiet. After she crested the wave of her pleasure and it started fading, Elisabeth began to understand what he was doing. Toto was praising her, planting kisses on her inner thighs.

— You look so beautiful when you come — she could barely make out his words under her pulse pounding in her ears — The way your face gets flushed, the way your lips part, the way your eyes close. You look even more beautiful than you already are. You look like a goddess, and you’re all mine. Only mine.

Her heart pounded in her chest as it rose and fell with her labored breathing.

His words made her feel something almost more intense than her orgasm. Elisabeth felt like she could melt just listening to him speak.

— Liesl?

— Yes? — she replied dreamily, staring at the bedroom ceiling.

— Do you still want to go to the team dinner? — he asked, his tone light and teasing — We should probably make an appearance. It might be rude otherwise.

Elisabeth pushed herself up onto her elbows with some difficulty. Her body was drained from the intensity of her pleasure, but she was far from over it. Meeting Toto’s gaze, she gave him a naughty smile.

— Fuck the dinner, Wolff.

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Hellooooooooooooo my friend Wom! Now if your requests are open (and if you want to write it) soooooo

I don't know if it was obvious or not but like, my favorite hermit is Gem (wow what a suprise i don't encorporate ger on my fics every chance i get). Anyways I sorta want like a burnt out Gem after her sea temple and BAM the reader is there. Although I don't know her boundaries so its like no implied relationship or like platonic (if you can I don't wanna force you)

ALSO DRINK WATER AND DID YOU EAT????

A Friend in Need; Platonic! C. Geminitay x Reader

Boop my friend!!! :-D

I have been hydrating and eating! I hope the same for you!

Sorry this took so long to get out but I hope you enjoy regardless! Gem is great <3

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Y/n had never really liked being in the Nether.

They grit their teeth as they stepped out into the scarlet wasteland, tugging their golden helmet just a little bit tighter on their head. In the distance grunting from some Piglins could be heard, but thankfully no weeping. It sounded like the coast was clear. Without the quiet crying of any nearby ghasts, Y/n gulped down their fear and began their search.

Netherrack crunched beneath their boots as they walked between the makeshift corridors of portals. All were labeled with little maps, most of which hadn’t been updated in months. Y/n looked in between the portals, noting purple passageways to Scar’s tree, Keralis’ modern house, even the End dimension. None were what they were looking for.

Off to the side stood a very narrow tunnel. Y/n stepped in front of it, peering inside. It got darker further in, seeming to go on forever, but Y/n knew better than to believe that. They’d been down this tunnel twice before, ages ago. At the end of it, they knew they’d find a portal to Gem and Stress’ ocean monument.

Lighting a torch with some coal they’d thought to bring with them, Y/n began their trek into the tunnel. They had to duck every now and then due to the low ceiling. Somewhere in the back of their mind, Y/n cursed the constructor of the passageway. Impulse, their dwarven friend, had apparently not assumed anyone else would be taking his tunnel, or else he may have thought to make it a bit taller. Y/n supposed that wasn’t really his responsibility, however. Afterall, Impulse probably hadn’t expected anyone to mooch off his tunnel for their own project.

Holding their torch steady before them, Y/n continued onward. Humming a tune to themself quietly, the adventurer thought about what they’d say to Gem when they found her.

If they found her.

Y/n frowned and tried to keep negative thoughts out of their mind. They hadn't seen Gem in a week. It was unnatural! Gem was such a constant for Y/n. They could hardly remember what the Hermitcraft server had been like before her. It seemed whenever Y/n was lonely, Gem was just around the corner with plenty of spare time and a bright smile. When they couldn’t get the coloring on a build quite right, Gem was always around to suggest new block combinations.

Sure they didn't see her every day, but they couldn’t remember the last time they'd been apart from her, and no less for a week! Y/n had begun to worry.

They pulled their communicator out of their pocket, glancing over the messages they’d sent her prior to their decision to find the redhead.

Y/n whispers to Geminitay: hey! haven’t seen you in a lil bit, watcha been up to? :-)

Y/n whispers to Geminitay: just checkin in, are you doin ok? :-)

Y/n whispers to Geminitay: gem?

Biting their lip, Y/n stuffed the device back into its fabric-y cavern. The messages had been sent over the span of a few days, but still, they wondered if they’d annoyed their friend by sending her so many in a row. Deep down Y/n knew Gem wouldn’t be bothered by silly things like triple-texting, but her lack of response had left their mind to wander…

Y/n kept up with their quiet humming, picking up their pace when the violet swirls of their destination finally came into view. The portal stood intimidatingly before them, tucked into the walls of the tunnel, just a few yards off from a twin, which Y/n assumed would lead to Impulse’s raid farm. They ignored the further, carefully stepping through the one in front of them.

In an instant, Y/n found themself surrounded by tall, magenta-stained walls of glass. Fish and seagrass moved back and forth on the other side, giving Y/n the impression that they were standing in the middle of the world’s largest aquarium, only they were the one stuck in a tank. Shaking their head at the idea, Y/n moved to the other side of the portal.

A massive structure stood before them, two funnels of glass leading down to an underground storage system. Guardians plummeted within the tubes, screeching as they met their demise. Y/n winced and looked away from them.

Curiously, their eyes traveled upwards. At the top of the glass funnels stood a small platform built of the same material. Just barely, Y/n could make out a pale figure and a pair of brown overalls. Breathing a sigh of relief at having finally located their missing friend, Y/n launched themself off of the floor with a rocket.

They spread their wings quickly, using the force of the explosive to propel themself into the air. They soared upward until they were above the platform, altering their path to float gracefully onto the glassy floor. Y/n looked down at Gem, tilting their head when the girl didn't acknowledge their presence. Kneeling down to get a closer look, Y/n noticed Gem’s eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady with sleep.

Making an “o” shape with their mouth, Y/n lifted a hand to Gem’s shoulder. Surely it wasn't good for her to be sleeping on a tiny platform this high in the sky. A bed on ground level would be much safer.

They shook her as gently as they could, at ease when the ginger began to slowly blink her eyes open.

“Y/n?” she asked with a yawn, covering her mouth with a trembling hand. Y/n frowned at her shakiness, taking note of the dark bags under Gem’s eyes. “What are you doing out here?”

“The real question,” Y/n spoke softly in an attempt not to disturb their friend any further. “-is what are you doing up here? You shouldn’t be asleep in such a dangerous spot!” They asked their friend with large eyes, unable to contain their concern.

Gem smiled apologetically at them, and Y/n’s heart plummeted. They hadn't meant to make it sound like they were upset with her. Before Gem could respond, Y/n spoke up again.

“I just want you to be safe.”

Gem nodded her head slowly, sleep still clearly on her mind. Y/n squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, making a move to stand back up. They held their hand out to Gem, looking down with gentle eyes.

“Now come on, let’s get you home.”

Gem accepted Y/n’s hand soon after, allowing herself to be pulled up onto her feet. The redhead couldn’t help but lean into Y/n for support, too tired to stand up on her own. Y/n was happy to help Gem down the scaffolding that led up to her platform, eventually prompting their friend to just climb onto their back.

Gem did so without a second thought, wrapping her arms over Y/n’s shoulders and around their neck, like some kind of baby sloth. Y/n bit back their giggle at the idea, focusing instead on reaching the ground.

When the bottoms of their shoes touched the floor, Y/n walked the both of them back to the portal. Quietly, they heard Gem mumble something about ��not being finished.’ They shook their head at the notion.

“How do you expect to get anything else done when you’re falling asleep as we speak?” They teased, not missing the humph their friend made at their assessment of the situation. If Y/n could see her face right now, they’d bet Gem was pouting.

A weight appeared on the back of Y/n’s head, and they realized that Gem had slumped against them, making herself even more comfortable. Y/n smiled to themself, walking the both of them through the portal.

“You didn't answer any of my messages,” they announced, unsure if Gem was even awake enough to have heard them. They were surprised to hear a small sigh from the girl on their back.

“I meant to, but I kept getting distracted. I’m sorry.”

Ducking down to avoid the sporadically low ceilings, Y/n shook their head at Gem.

“Don’t be! I was just worried about you,” Y/n reassured, patting Gem’s knee from where it was draped over their hand. They heard Gem mumble something behind them, though they were unable to determine exactly what she said.

“You don’t have to push yourself so hard, you know.” Y/n said quietly, side stepping a misplaced block. Gem hummed into their back. Y/n was preparing themself for the rest of the walk home to be in silence when she replied.

“It’s just such a big project. I feel like if I don't get it done now, it’s never going to be finished.”

Y/n mulled her sentences over in their head, trying to think of the best way to approach her confession. The stress of big projects and imaginary deadlines was nothing new to Y/n. It plagued every hermit. Anxieties about the large builds they made, wanting to get stuff done as quickly as possible so they could move on to their next big thing - it was far too common on the Hermitcraft server.

“Projects take time, but taking care of yourself is more important than any farm.” Y/n began, choosing their words carefully, looking up to the scarlet roof above them as though the right thing to say would be written on the ceiling.

“And you know I’m always around to help when things start to get overwhelming. I’d rather build a guardian farm with you for the rest of the season than never see you again because you’re too busy overworking yourself.” They finished, patting her knee reassuringly.

They could feel Gem bury herself further into the back of their neck, her quiet breaths tickling the back of their neck.

“Thank you,” she mumbled into their skin, voice heavy with sleep. Y/n nodded their head, understanding that Gem needed the rest. Having completed their mission of locating their missing friend, Y/n allowed themself to feel at peace, walking them both the rest of the way home with a languid smile.

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The Chariot

The sovereign Majesty is born in a chariot, not a Platonic chariot in which the great Jupiter, constructor and sovereign governor of heaven, rides lightly about, but a chariot that we can see in the venerable old monuments of the Tuscans, a image strong in doctrine "drawing" out the deepest secrets or mysteries. It is said that they are one and the same revelation under two ordinances or laws: one written, the other delivered from God to Moses: The former is for the people, the latter for the wise: the former represents human in common shapes, while the latter represents the luminous forms of divine things: and the former reveals the history of the creation of the world and the way to rule it, the latter the instrument, even the image of divinity drawn from life. Plato seems to mention the two kingdoms of Jupiter and Saturn as the happiest and most perfect, in that by Jupiter he means human life and action, but by the kingdom of Saturn he means the contemplation of divine things.

Then, after citing the Georgics (1.125) on Jupiter and Metamorphoses (1.89) on the Golden Age, he continues: "To return to our theme, Hebrew has two different names for these two: the first is Bresit, that is, the work of creation: the latter is called chariot, that is, secret knowledge. So this secret second law, which must be unveiled by the Messiah, Maitreya, the Savior, hieroglyphically described in the image of the chariot. This is Ezekiel's chariot in his vision of the four images by which, like precious pearls and seals, the Lord created four leading angels and princes of all the heavenly intelligences. The first pearl is on the right hand, whence come beautiful, pleasant things, and is called Michael. On the left hand is another pearl from which things of strong, austere complexion come, and which is called Gabriel. Raphael is like a medicine mixed and tempered by these first two. In the fourth place is Uriel, the closest to the earth as dispenser of the three above-mentioned. Thus Michael and Gabriel are taken for the two wheels, Raphael for the seat, which is in the middle, and Uriel for the axle. The Greek theologians call the power of Michael in God Venus, Gabriel Mars, Raphael Jupiter, to whom the seat is The fourth, the sun, which has the male and the female, source of all generation, in Hebrew is power called Uriel and Adonim. Orpheus cites all four of these.

In India, Ratha or Rath means a chariot or car made from wood with wheels. The Ratha may be driven manually by rope, pulled by horses or elephants. Rathas are used mostly by the Hindu temples of South India for Rathoutsava (Car festival). During the festival, the temple "deities" are driven through the streets, accompanied by the chanting of mantra, and hymns. The human personality is itself a ratha, which is on a yatra from beginningless time. The Katha Upanishad describes the ratha as comprising of the body, sense organs, mind, intellect and the soul. Ratha (chariot) symbolism in Hinduism is mainly found in the Upanishads.

The Atman is the master of the chariot, the body is the chariot, intelligence is the charioteer, diversified mind is the reins, sense organs are the horses and sense objects are the roads along which this chariot is driven.

The chariot is one of the themes most often evoked by Egidio da Viterbo. In the Golden Age, the Tyrrhenians, the Etruscans, who were not fixed to one place like trees or mollusks, had chariots for houses, acorns for food, springs and brooks for drink, and the sky for a roof. The patriarchs of Etruria devoted themselves to contemplation, despising wealth, and it was to those who practiced contemplation that the sella currilis was reserved, which the Romans, who for a long time sent their children to learn among the Etruscans, borrowed from them. The chariot, which symbolizes the contemplation of divine realities, is contrasted to the horse, which symbolizes the arrogant philosophy of the Greeks, as is witnessed in one of the last lines of the first Georgic, echoing the considerations of the Pheadrus: "Fertur equis auriga, neque audit currus habenas" ("The driver is carried away by the horses, and the chariot does not heed the reins").

The chariot theme is linked to the four mysterious letters F A V L, which were earlier deciphered by Annius of Viterbo and designate the sacred wood where the Lucumons taught the doctrine proclaimed by Ezekiel for the fourth age, when he saw a human Face (Facies), an Eagle (Aquila), a Calf (Vitulus), and a Lion (Leo); and he saw these initials, which designated-with the names of the tribes of Faluceres, Arbanos, Vetulonios, and Longolanos-the Fountain (Fons) of sovereign good, whose Dawn (Aurora) it announced, which heroic Virtue (Virtus) loved in order to receive Light (Lux) from it. And because of the arcane nature of its transmission, they gave it the name of "Faulas" or fables.

Two centuries later, a French Jesuit, Joachim Bouvet (1656- 1730), rediscovered the Mercava in the Chinese tradition." This missionary, who presented Louis XV with the portrait of the Emperor Kangxi, whose envoy he was, and who corre- sponded with Leibniz, was called the father of the symbolic system, who discovered in Chinese traditions-particularly in the Yi Jing, "the Book of Changes," the mysteries of Christianity. In a magnificently illustrated text of 1724, Pro expositione figurae sephiroticae Kabalae Hebraeorum, et generatim

demonstranda mira conformitate primaerae Sinarum sapientiae hieroglypicae cum antiquiore et sincera Hebraeorum Kabala ab ipso mundi primordio, per sanctos Patriarchas et Prophetas successive propagata (Through the exposition of the figure of the sephirot in the cabala of the Hebrews wondrous things are demonstrated, in general, by the conformity of the ancient hieroglyphyic wisdom of the Chinese with the ancient and true cabala of the Hebrews from the very beginning of the world, propagated successively by the holy fathers and the prophets), he uncovered, masked under the figure of the monarch Huang Di on his chariot drawn by six winged spirits or six dragons, the Lord of the Mercava of Ezekiel and the Cabala. The image flowed into alchemy where it became synonymous with various compounds of antimony and was known as the Wolf.

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