#this turned into chaos real quick 😭😭

[yeullove]

YOU'RE A LANE KINNIE OMGG ok so i need to ask you everything *clears throat and pulls out clipboard*

which lane are u playing as? what route with which li? what are your fave outifts so far etc etc 👁️👁️📝

Hi @a-cloud-for-dreams !

Thank you for asking! 😃

(This is gonna be a loooong answer so please bear with me)

*Mild SPOILERS*

I have like...3 saves for HS:R (might buy the extra slots someday). I like how the story could differ a lot depending on the choices you take and the paths you're on. I find that the decisions you make could affect your overall experience with HS:R, too.

I'm pursuing Greg in my first and third slot just to see how different the interactions would be between humanity vs no humanity path.

When it comes to MC, I use 3 different sprites for each saves. Most of them were based on anime or game characters I like.

How my MCs look in-game:

1. God's Voice (a.k.a. VoG)/Compassion (humanity) path

Name: Lane

Main LI: Greg

Her looks was inspired by Alice from "Alice Madness Returns". I was interested in the idea of her having some sympathy despite being cold and calculating most of the time. Just because she's quiet and reserved, it doesn't mean she's uncaring. This quote from American McGee really helped me "define" my MC's character in my first slot.

"She's not insane, nor is she uncaring. She's been shattered, yes, but she's working conscientiously to put the pieces back together."

- American McGee on Alice

I also used this video as a reference:

And this image as a cherry on top:

2. Devil's Whisper (a.k.a. WoD)/Compassion (humanity) path

Name: Lain

Main LI: undecided (Greg/Cain)

MC's appearance was based on Lain from "Serial Experiments Lain". I like how logical and cunning she is in WoD path. Her approach in life is much more ruthless but still sensible. She reminds me of Lain in episode 10 when she "misused" her power to do the right thing.

I found a fashion youtuber who made Lain-inspired outfit ideas. Check it out!

3. God's Voice (VoG)/No Compassion (no humanity) path

Name: Layne

Main LI: Greg

I took inspiration from Michiko Malandro, one of the main characters in the anime "Michiko to Hatchin". This time, I want to play as someone who knows what's right or wrong but not having enough empathy to fully understand it. Funny enough, I started this path out of....pettiness haha. I was curious about the kiss scene in the end of season 1 only to deal with the consequence in season 2 😭. I thought the kiss was done out of pity??

Someone on YT made a compilation of Michiko's outfits throughout the show. And yes, she's serving. 💅

When it comes to outfits, it's hard to pin down because I like most of them. But, I have a few that I frequently use.

Judging by how the story revolves around moving from one place to another to survive, I usually choose something more practical for her (not every outfit I've picked is the most practical, though).

Honorable Mention:

Ada Wong, is that youu???! 🤭

That's it. Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

Update:

I tried romancing Cain in my second slot only to get sidetracked by Greg, again 🫠. Not that I'm mad about it.

[goldfades]

what’s joe like when it’s just him and the baby for the day? is he chaotic dad energy trying to figure it all out, or is he the guy who’s got diaper duty down to a science?

joe strikes a delicate balance between chaotic dad energy and low-key having everything under control 😭😭😭—but not without some bumps along the way, of course.

when it’s just him and the baby for the day, it usually starts out smooth. he’s confident as he sends you off with a kiss and a “don’t worry, we’ve got this,” holding the baby in one arm like he’s cradling a football.

the morning? flawless. diaper duty? handled like a pro. bottles? already prepped because, “your mom thinks i don’t pay attention, but i do.” he even throws in tummy time and a few rounds of peek-a-boo, pulling faces that would definitely land him on dad of the year TikTok. he narrates everything he does, like the baby’s his own personal audience.

“okay, buddy, we’re gonna change this diaper real quick. you’ve been kind of quiet, which makes me nervous, but we’ll handle it. easy day.”

chaos doesn’t really hit until lunchtime. he gets too confident, thinking he can multitask, and suddenly there’s baby food on his shirt, on the baby, and somehow on the ceiling. he’s apologizing to the baby like they’re a grown adult, holding up a spoon of mashed carrots like it’s a peace offering.

“look, i know i said i’d keep this clean, but mistakes were made. let’s not tell mom about this, okay?”

by nap time, he’s half-asleep on the couch with the baby snoozing on his chest, one arm draped protectively over their tiny body. the TV is playing some kid’s show he swore he wouldn’t turn on, but it’s the only thing that kept the baby from crying earlier, and now it’s become his white noise, too.

when you get home, he greets you like everything went perfectly, his grin a little too smug. “told you we had it under control,” he says, but then the baby giggles and spits up on his shirt mid-handoff, blowing his cover.

“control, huh?” you tease, but he just laughs, unbothered, already wiping at the mess with practiced ease. because, chaos or not, joe’s got the kind of dad energy that makes you feel like everything’s going to be okay—and honestly, it always is.

[caitified]

can u write a paige imagine where the reader sees a nightmare in the middle of the night and wakes up suddenly drenched in sweat and paige just comforts her 😭 she would be soo caringg

nightmare

paige bueckers x reader

warnings:none

the clock on your nightstand glowed a faint red, its digits reading 3:27 a.m. the world outside was silent, but inside your mind, chaos reigned. you tossed and turned, trapped in a nightmare that felt all too real.

just as you reached the climax of your terror, your eyes flew open, and you shot up in bed, heart racing and breath coming in quick gasps. you were drenched in sweat, your sheets tangled around you like a net. reality slowly settled in, but the remnants of the nightmare clung to you, making your skin crawl.

you glanced around the dark room, searching for something familiar to anchor yourself. that’s when you noticed her—paige bueckers, your girlfriend, sleeping soundly beside you. in an instant, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, but the remnants of fear still lingered.

you took a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself, but it was no use. the nightmare had felt too real, and the anxiety bubbled up again. you shifted, the rustling of the sheets awakening paige.

“hey, are you okay?” she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy as she blinked away the remnants of slumber. she turned to face you, concern immediately etched across her features when she saw the distress in your eyes.

“i—i had a nightmare,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly as you fought back the lingering fear.

paige’s expression softened, and she quickly propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze never leaving yours. “do you want to talk about it?” she asked, her voice low and soothing.

you shook your head, feeling embarrassed. “no, it was just… really scary,” you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“i’m here for you,” paige said, reaching out to brush a damp strand of hair from your forehead. her touch was gentle, and the warmth of her hand sent a wave of comfort through you. “you don’t have to go through this alone.”

her words wrapped around you like a blanket, and you felt a little of the fear begin to dissipate. “thank you,” you replied, your voice shaky but sincere.

paige moved closer, the bed dipping under her weight as she nestled against you, her arms wrapping around your waist. “let’s just breathe together, okay?” she suggested, her voice steady and calming. you nodded, leaning into her embrace as you inhaled deeply, feeling her heartbeat against yours.

“in and out,” she guided, her breaths matching the rhythm of yours. you focused on her voice, letting it ground you, feeling the warmth radiating from her body seep into your skin. with each breath, the panic that had gripped you started to fade, replaced by a comforting calmness.

after a few moments, you felt your heart rate begin to slow, the terror of the nightmare gradually receding. paige pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. “see? you’re okay,” she said, a gentle smile lighting up her face. “i’m right here, and nothing can hurt you.”

you smiled back, grateful for her presence. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” you admitted, your voice still soft but steadying.

“you’ll never have to find out,” she replied, her tone earnest. “i’ll always be here for you, especially when things get tough.”

you leaned in, pressing your forehead against hers, feeling the warmth of her breath mingling with yours. “i love you, paige,” you whispered, the words flowing out effortlessly.

“i love you too,” she said, her eyes shining with sincerity. “and i promise, if you have another nightmare, i’ll be right here to chase the monsters away.”

the intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a cocoon, and for the first time since waking from the nightmare, you felt truly safe. the shadows that had haunted you began to dissipate, replaced by the light of paige’s unwavering support.

“thank you for being so caring,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “i don’t deserve you.”

“you do,” paige insisted, cupping your face in her hands. “you’re strong, and you’re not alone. we’re a team, remember?”

“a team,” you echoed, the words warming your heart. you felt a sense of comfort in knowing that together, you could face anything—even the darkest of dreams.

after a few more moments of shared warmth, you settled back into the pillows, paige’s arms still wrapped around you. you felt her fingers gently playing with your hair, a soothing rhythm that lulled you back toward sleep.

“i’m here, just close your eyes,” she murmured, her voice a soft melody in the stillness of the night. you took a deep breath, allowing the warmth of her presence to wrap around you like a blanket.

[soleilpinto]

DRS = Defining Relationship Status?: Love in the Last Corner °‧🫐𐙚⭒

“Defining Relationship Status Zone” 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐

Synopsis: Motorsport fan and model, Y/n, and her thirst-filled tweets about Franco catch his attention, sparking a hilarious online banter that goes viral. As their playful exchanges become real connections, fans and media can’t get enough—will their chemistry survive offline?

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Slowburn, (Slight) Angst

AU: Social Media AU!

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Note: I can’t believe we’re finally at the final part of this series, it’s been a wild time writing this fic 😭 Don’t worry though, I’ll have another smau coming out soon so you guys won’t get bored. Thank you guys so much again for the huge amount of love on the series, even if it is my first one on this account. Love you all!

DRS Masterlist. (PREV./NEXT.)

@williamzracing so y/n's been radio silent about franco for weeks... but now she’s in qatar and hanging out with lando? 👀 something’s up

@oversteerqueen y/n showing up in the mclaren garage with lando like she didn’t spend the entire season thirsting over franco... the AUDACITY

@chequeredflirt i’m calling it now: y/n and franco are done, and lando is moving in for the win (and i’m not talking about the constructors) 😂

@chicanechatter imagine being franco and seeing y/n with lando in qatar. the silence is deafening.

@formulafrenzyy this lando and y/n thing better be pr because I’m not emotionally ready for a breakup AND a new ship all at once

The McLaren garage buzzed with energy as checks were being made before the first free practice session.

You stood off to the side, leaning casually against a wall, chatting with Lando. His easy humor had you laughing, your shoulders relaxing despite the chaos of the paddock around you.

“You know,” Lando teased, crossing his arms with a sly grin, “if you’re going to hang around the McLaren garage this much, we might as well get you some team gear. You’d look good in papaya.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “I don’t know, Lando. Orange might not be my color.”

“It’s papaya,” Lando corrected with mock seriousness, making you laugh again.

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, and before you could turn fully, you felt it—Franco’s presence. He was walking past, his gaze locked on you and Lando, his jaw tight and his eyes unreadable.

You tensed involuntarily, your laughter dying down as your eyes met his for the briefest of moments.

Lando noticed the change in your demeanor and followed your gaze, his expression shifting.

“Speak of the devil,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

Franco slowed his stride as if debating something, and then, to your surprise, he pivoted on his heel and walked straight toward you. Your stomach flipped.

This wasn’t like him.

“Can we talk?” Franco’s voice was steady, but there was a sharp edge to it as he glanced between you and Lando.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Now?”

“Yes. Now.” Franco’s tone left no room for argument.

Lando raised an eyebrow, stepping back slightly but still hovering close enough to observe.

“Well, I think that’s my cue to check on the car,” he said, shooting you a quick look as if to say good luck.

“Thanks, Lando,” you muttered, your voice tight as he walked off, leaving you alone with Franco.

You crossed your arms, looking up at him. “What’s this about?”

Franco’s expression softened for a moment before hardening again, as if he were fighting some internal battle.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said bluntly.

You frowned. “Do what?”

“This... pretending like I don’t care,” he admitted, his voice low but intense.

“I saw you laughing with Lando, and I couldn’t just walk away this time. I’m tired of avoiding this, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched at the sudden vulnerability in his tone, your heart pounding as you tried to process his words.

“Avoiding what?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Franco’s eyes searched yours, and for the first time in weeks, the tension between you felt less like a wall and more like a thread ready to snap.

“You,” he said simply. “Us.”

Your heart felt like it had stopped altogether, and the world around you faded into the background. But before you could find the words to respond, Franco shook his head slightly, as if trying to steady himself.

“I just... I needed to say it,” he muttered. “I couldn’t let it go unsaid anymore.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in the middle of the McLaren garage, your thoughts spinning faster than the engines roaring in the background.

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ynbardot doha dump (day one)

lilymhe always so gorgeous

— ynbardot when YOU exist omg lily 😭

iamrebeccad 😍

— ynbardot 😚

The hotel room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional sound of Elena scrolling on her phone.

You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the room service tray you’d barely touched, replaying the events from the McLaren garage over and over in your mind.

Elena finally looked up, noticing the faraway expression on your face.

“Alright, spill,” she said, setting her phone down and crossing her legs. “What’s got you looking like you’ve seen a ghost?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Franco came up to me today. In the McLaren garage.”

Elena’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“What? He actually said something for once? And here I thought the boy had forgotten how to talk.”

You managed a small, bitter laugh. “Yeah, he finally talked. He said he couldn’t pretend he didn’t care anymore.”

“Wait… what exactly did he say?” Her expression shifted, softening with curiosity.

You hesitated, trying to recall the exact words without letting your emotions twist them.

“He said he was tired of avoiding it. That he couldn’t just walk away this time. And then he said… he’s tired of pretending like he doesn’t care.”

Elena stared at you, her lips parted in shock. “Wow,” she finally said, leaning back against the headboard.

“That’s big. That’s really big.”

“Is it, though?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I still don’t understand why he’s been so cold lately. Why he let things get so bad between us. I don’t even know if I believe him, Elena. It’s like… it’s like he’s just now realizing I exist.”

Elena frowned, tilting her head as she studied you.

“You’re hurt,” she said softly.

“Of course I am,” you admitted, your voice cracking slightly.

“This whole thing has been a mess. He was fine keeping his distance for weeks, acting like nothing happened, and now he decides to come up to me and say all this? I don’t know how to feel.”

Elena reached over, placing a hand on your arm.

“Y/N, I get it. But listen to me—Franco’s been in his head about you for a while now. Probably longer than he even realizes.”

“What are you talking about?” You looked at her skeptically.

She shrugged, her tone matter-of-fact.

“He’s been acting this way ever since Vegas. I mean, the guy practically spiraled when he saw you and Lando hanging out. Do you really think he didn’t know what he was feeling back then? He’s just been too stubborn—or scared—to admit it.”

Your heart clenched at her words, the memory of Vegas flooding back. Franco’s sharp glares, his tense expression, the way he seemed on edge every time Lando was around.

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“Because it wasn’t my place to meddle,” Elena said gently.

“He had to figure it out on his own, and it looks like he finally has. I’m just saying—maybe don’t write him off completely just yet.”

You sighed, burying your face in your hands.

“I don’t know, Elena. It’s not that simple. I’m still hurt. I still don’t trust him not to run away again.”

“And that’s fair,” she said, her voice firm but understanding. “But if he’s finally stepping up, don’t shut him out without hearing him out first. You deserve answers, Y/N. You deserve to know how he really feels.”

You leaned back against the pillows, your mind swirling with doubt and confusion. “What if it’s too late?” you asked softly.

Elena gave you a small smile, her tone reassuring. “If it’s real, it’s never too late. But you have to decide if you’re willing to find out.”

You closed your eyes, her words settling over you like a weight.

Part of you wanted to keep your walls up, to protect yourself from further hurt. But another part—a smaller, quieter part—couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Franco was finally ready to let you in.

The next afternoon, the buzz of activity in the McLaren garage was a welcome distraction. Engineers hurried around, adjusting setups, while mechanics prepped Lando’s car for the third free practice session.

You were perched on a stool by one of the monitors, sipping on a water bottle as Elena scrolled through her phone beside you.

Lando strolled over, helmet tucked under his arm, his signature grin plastered on his face. “Enjoying the chaos?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter.

You laughed softly. “It’s actually kind of relaxing. Well, compared to my brain lately.”

Elena shot you a knowing look, but said nothing, letting Lando take the bait.

“Oh?” Lando raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s going on in that overthinking head of yours?”

You hesitated, glancing at Elena, who nodded encouragingly.

“It’s… about Franco,” you finally admitted.

Lando set his helmet down, folding his arms as he leaned in closer.

“Alright, now I’m invested. What did he do this time?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Remember how he came up to me yesterday? Before free practice. He said he couldn’t pretend he didn’t care anymore.”

Lando blinked, clearly surprised. “Wow. That’s… actually huge for him. But I’m guessing there’s more to the story.”

“Of course there is,” you said with a dry laugh.

“I just… I don’t know what to do, Lando. Part of me wants to hear him out, but the other part is still so angry and hurt. He’s been so distant for weeks, and now suddenly he wants to talk?”

Lando nodded thoughtfully, his expression unusually serious.

“Look, I’m not gonna pretend I know Franco super well, but from what I’ve seen? He’s not the kind of guy who puts himself out there unless he means it.”

“That’s what Elena said,” you muttered, glancing at your friend, who gave you an encouraging smile.

Lando shrugged, his tone casual but sincere.

“Then maybe Elena’s onto something. I get that you’re hurt, and you have every right to be. But if he’s finally stepping up, don’t you think it’s worth at least hearing him out?”

You bit your lip, his words sinking in. “What if he’s just going to hurt me again?”

“Then you’ll have every right to tell him to shove it. But at least you’ll know you gave him the chance to explain himself. Better than sitting here wondering what could’ve been, right?” Lando reached out, gently poking your shoulder.

Before you could respond, Oscar called for Lando, signaling it was time for him to suit up. He grabbed his helmet, flashing you a quick grin.

“Think about it, yeah? I’ve gotta go be a superstar now.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help smiling as he walked off toward his car. Elena nudged your arm, her expression teasing.

“He’s got a point, you know,” she said.

You exhaled deeply, watching as Lando climbed into his car, the hum of the engine roaring to life. Maybe it was time to stop running from this and face whatever was waiting for you.

The podium celebrations had ended, and the Qatar Grand Prix winners were back in the paddock, mingling with team members and a few drivers who had stayed behind to offer their congratulations.

The desert night was cool, but the buzz of the race still lingered in the air.

You stood nearby with Elena, chatting casually with Lando and Oscar, both still riding the adrenaline high from their stellar performances that weekend.

“Not a bad day at the office, huh?” you said to Lando, who was leaning against a table, his trademark grin on full display.

“Not bad at all,” he replied, his tone playful. “But now, it’s all about getting some rest before Abu Dhabi. That’s where the real fun is.”

Oscar chuckled, his demeanor calm as always. “Yeah, if we don’t wake up late that is. Speaking of, we should probably head out soon.”

“Agreed,” Lando added, pushing himself upright. “Gotta make sure we’re fresh for the finale.” He glanced at you and Elena. “You two are heading to Abu Dhabi later, right?”

You nodded. “We’re on the early morning flight. Guess we’ll see you there.”

“Perfect,” Lando said with a wink. “Abu Dhabi’s gonna be a party.”

The sun casts a golden glow over Abu Dhabi, illuminating the city’s gleaming architecture and turquoise waters.

You wandered through the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque with Elena, Jade, and Alex by your side, the four of you taking in the breathtaking beauty of the place. Tourists moved around you, their whispers blending into the serene atmosphere.

Elena nudged your side as you adjusted your scarf. “You’ve been quiet all morning. Still thinking about Franco?”

“What do you think?” You shot her a look, but the slight heat in your cheeks gave you away.

“I think you’re pretending to enjoy the scenery, but all you can think about is how he looked at you back in Vegas—and maybe what he said yesterday.” She smirked knowingly.

You sighed, brushing your fingers over the marble pillars. “It’s just… I don’t know what to do. He seemed so genuine, but it’s hard to forget how much he hurt me. And this is supposed to be his weekend. His last race in F1. I don’t want to distract him.”

Elena stopped walking and turned to face you, her expression soft yet serious.

“Y/N, you’re not a distraction. You’re the one thing he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about. Don’t you see it? He’s been aware of his feelings for you since Vegas, and the fact that he finally admitted them says a lot.”

You crossed your arms, feeling the weight of her words. “What if I can’t trust him again? What if I just get hurt all over?”

Elena reached out, placing a comforting hand on your arm.

“That’s a risk, yeah. But what if this time, he’s ready to prove himself to you? You’ve always been good at reading people, Y/N. Trust your gut.”

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw Franco’s name flashing on the screen. Your heart skipped a beat, and Elena raised an eyebrow.

“Speaking of,” she said with a teasing grin.

You hesitated before answering, your voice coming out softer than you intended.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Franco’s voice was steady, but there was an undertone of nervousness. “I heard you’re out exploring the city. Do you have a minute? There’s something I want to show you.”

Elena gave you an encouraging nod, mouthing, Go.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, your pulse quickening. “Where are you?”

“Corniche Beach,” he replied. “I’ll send you the location.”

After hanging up, you turned to Elena, who was already grinning. “Go,” she urged. “I’ll be fine. Take the chance, Y/N.”

You gave her a hesitant smile before walking toward the exit. As you stepped into the warm Abu Dhabi air, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the moment where things between you and Franco would finally find clarity—or fall apart completely.

The sun dipped low over Corniche Beach, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose.

The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore was a stark contrast to the whirlwind in your chest as you spotted Franco waiting by the railing. He was dressed casually, his hands shoved into his pockets, but the look on his face was anything but relaxed.

He straightened up when he saw you approach, his lips curving into a tentative smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you replied, stopping a few feet away.

The cool evening breeze swept through your hair, and you crossed your arms, unsure of how to start. “You wanted to see me?”

Franco nodded, exhaling deeply before gesturing toward the beach.

“Yeah, I thought this would be a good place to talk. It’s quieter.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Talk about what?”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground before meeting yours again. “Us.”

The word hung in the air between you, heavy and loaded. You swallowed hard, trying to steel yourself.

“What about us, Franco?”

He stepped closer, his expression serious yet vulnerable.

“I’ve been a complete idiot. I know that. I messed everything up in Vegas, and then I made it worse by not talking to you. I let my own fear ruin everything. But… I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you. Because I do. I care so much it scares me.”

Your breath hitched, his words cutting through the layers of doubt and hurt that had built up over the past few weeks.

“Franco, you can’t just say that after everything,” you said, your voice wavering. “You hurt me. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been?”

“I know,” he said, his voice low and laced with regret. “I know I hurt you, and I hate myself for it. But I need you to know that it wasn’t because I didn’t care. It was because I cared too much, and I didn’t know how to deal with it.”

You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of insincerity. But all you saw was raw honesty, his dark eyes pleading with you to believe him.

“I kept telling myself this was fake, that it didn’t mean anything,” he continued, his voice breaking slightly. “But it wasn’t fake for me. Not then, and definitely not now.”

The weight of his confession settled over you, leaving you momentarily speechless. When you finally found your voice, it was soft but steady.

“Franco, I don’t want to be someone you’re unsure about. I don’t want to be second-guessing where I stand with you.”

“You’re not,” he said firmly, taking another step closer. “You’re not second to anything, Y/N. You’re everything. And I’m done running from it.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the walls you’d built around it starting to crack.

“Franco, if I give this a chance—if I give you a chance—you have to promise me something.”

“Anything,” he said without hesitation.

“Be honest with me,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “No more mixed signals, no more hiding. If you’re all in, I need to know.”

He nodded, reaching for your hands. His touch was warm, grounding you as he looked into your eyes with an intensity that made your knees weak.

“I’m all in,” he said softly. “I’m not letting fear get in the way again.”

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, the sound of the waves and the distant hum of the city becoming background noise. Then, slowly, you nodded.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Let’s do this.”

A smile broke across his face, and before you could say another word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You leaned into him, the weight of the past weeks lifting as the warmth of his embrace wrapped around you.

When he finally pulled back, his grin was boyish, full of relief and happiness. “You won’t regret this,” he promised.

You couldn’t help but smile, the tension in your chest finally easing. “You better not make me.”

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach, you felt something you hadn’t in weeks—hope.

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ynbardot headstart in abu dhabi

elenavalor omg she finally did it 😭

— ynbardot i love you 🥹

francisca.cgomes 🥹🫶

@gridgossips not y/n soft launching franco on her feed and him immediately liking it. y’all… we’re so back. 😭

@lightsoutndaway y/n subtly dropping franco in her post and he’s out here liking it like they didn’t just have the messiest fallout? this is PEAK f1 drama

@tifosiqueen that photo of franco and y/n in her post was so soft. are they finally on good terms or are we entering relationship announcement territory? 👀✨

@pitlaneinsider not me seeing y/n and franco walking together at the paddock entrance…i thought they weren’t on speaking terms? 🧐

@colapintcentral the fact that y/n and franco are literally together at yas marina right now after WEEKS of silence has me going insane. someone explain the timeline 🥲

The roar of the crowd at Yas Marina fades into a low hum as you make your way to the paddock after the race.

The air feels thick with tension, and the pit crews are busy packing up, but all you can focus on is Franco.

You had seen him in the cockpit, his car fighting for position before that unfortunate technical issue, and now you know he's out of the race.

He didn't finish.

You walk through the garage, your heart sinking a little with every step until you spot him by his team's pit wall.

Franco's shoulders are slumped, and his gaze is fixed on the ground. He doesn’t see you at first, too caught up in the frustration of yet another DNF.

“Franco,” you call softly, and his head snaps up.

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, and for a moment, you almost regret the words that follow. “Are you okay?”

He exhales sharply, his usual confident demeanor now worn down by the race.

“I’ll live,” he says with a tight smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m just... tired since it’s already the last race. Feels like I’m always on the edge, always close, but never quite there.”

You walk closer, carefully avoiding the space around him that feels like he’s trying to keep himself distant.

“You know, you're still one of the best out there,” you say, your voice soothing despite the ache in your chest. “None of this was your fault.”

Franco lets out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I’m not worried about that. It’s more... everything else. The pressure. The expectations. And... well,” he pauses, glancing at you through his lashes, “this.”

You swallow, trying not to let the weight of his words pull you under. “You don’t have to keep pretending with me, you know,” you murmur, stepping closer so there’s no space between the two of you.

You’re quiet for a beat, your heart hammering in your chest as his words echo in your head. It’s strange.

It’s been so easy to let things go, to keep pretending for the cameras, for the fans. But now, it feels different.

“I don’t know where we go from here,” you say, voice shaking slightly, but your eyes never leave his. “I don’t know if this is just a phase, or if we’re making something out of nothing.”

Franco steps a little closer, his hand brushing against yours.

“We take it one step at a time. No pressure. Just... let’s see where the world takes us, yeah?”

You nod, a small but relieved smile tugging at your lips. It’s not perfect. It’s not figured out.

But for the first time in a long while, you feel like maybe you’ve taken a step toward something real—something you weren’t sure you’d get.

© soleilpinto 25’ -. no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any manner without the permission from the publisher.

[oneshotnewbie]

hii! i love like all of your works and was hoping to request a story here:

arizona robbins x younger daughter reader (like 8-10?) where arizona takes reader to work with her because the babysitter cancelled last minute or something and reader ends up wandering off while arizonas discussing something with someone because reader gets distracted and bored easily and arizona like frantically searches everywhere for her until she finds her in the basement goofing around with alex or one of the other famous doctors? 🤞😭❤️

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The shrill vibration of the cell phone made Arizona Robbins abruptly wake from her sleep. She blinked against the darkness that still enveloped her bedroom. In the dim light of the display, she recognized the name of her babysitter, Claire. With an uneasy feeling in her stomach, she reached for the cell phone and answered the call.

"Claire, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice still rough from the sleep from which she had been rudely awakened. "Arizona, I'm so sorry," the woman on the other end of the phone began apologetically. "I got sick last night and have a fever. I can't look after y/n today. I wanted to let you know."

Arizona's heart skipped a beat and she felt worries piling up in her head. A glance at the clock told her that it was just 5:45 a.m. The day hadn't even really started yet, and she was already faced with a problem. "Oh, Claire, I'm sorry to hear that. Don't worry, I hope you get well soon," she said, even though she was frantically thinking about how she could organize this day. She hung up and slowly let the phone sink onto her bed covers.

At that moment she heard the soft patter of small feet in the hallway. The door to her bedroom opened and you stood in the doorway, your hair wildly tousled and your eyes still half asleep with your favorite stuffed animal tucked between your arm and chest. "Mommy? Why are you awake?" you asked quietly and continued on your way to her bed.

Arizona gave a tired but warm smile and pulled the covers aside so you could slip into bed with her. "Good morning, baby," she murmured as you snuggled up to her. "Unfortunately, Claire can't look after you today because she's sick."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "And who's looking after me today?"

"Me, my sweetheart. You can come to work with me today," your mother explained to you and watched as your face turned into pure excitement. "Really?!" you exclaimed and sat up, immediately forgetting your tiredness. "I can come to the hospital? With you?"

Your mother laughed when she saw the joy in your eyes and gently stroked your hair. "Yeah, exactly. But we have to hurry, okay? We have a lot to do and you have to promise me that you'll be good."

"I promise! I'll be the best helper," you explained with a serious expression and quickly climbed out of bed.

Arizona swung her legs out of bed and followed you into the kitchen. The morning routine had to be quick and efficient now, but chaos was inevitable - like every morning. While she tried to get the toaster to toast her bagels faster, you rummaged through your drawers looking for your "perfect superhero outfit." Clothes were scattered everywhere as you settled on a blue Supergirl t-shirt that you thought was the best for a "doctor's day.

"Mommy, look, I'm ready!" you stood triumphantly in the doorway and proudly pointed to your shirt dangling over your pajama pants. Your mother laughed again. "That's a great shirt, superhero. But we better put some jeans on you so you look like a real doctor, okay?"

You nodded eagerly and ran to get your jeans. Meanwhile, Arizona prepared you a quick breakfast - pancakes, your favorite food. She knew you had a stressful day ahead of you and wanted to at least make sure you started off in a good mood.

When you were both finally there and the kitchen was - at least halfway - back in order, Arizona helped you pack your bag. "We'll take some toys with us in case you get bored," she explained as she packed coloring books, pens, your stuffed animal Emma and some snacks. "You know I can't be with you all the time because I have to work. But I think some of my friends will play with you if they have time."

"I know Mommy," you replied, now feeling dressed and ready. "But I'm still glad I get to go with you. It's much better than staying home." Your eyes sparkled with excitement and Arizona couldn't help but smile. She knew the day was going to be an adventure for you and she was happy to be able to share this special moment with her daughter.

The drive to the hospital was an endless series of your questions: "Can I say hi to the babies?", "Can I help you be a doctor?", "Do they have super help at the hospital?" Arizona patiently answered each question and enjoyed the liveliness you brought to her car and her heart. Even the early morning traffic and the dark clouds in the sky couldn't take away her joy when she saw your sparkling eyes.

"You know, there are a lot of super helpers in the hospital and you know some of them. Alex, Miranda, Teddy.." she said, briefly looking in the rearview mirror to smile at you. "But I'm glad I have my little super helper with me today." You grinned proudly and swung your legs back and forth.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Arizona felt a rush of nostalgia as she walked through the doors hand in hand with you. Many of the nurses and doctors who greeted her smiled when they saw you. "Good morning, y/n!" a nurse called when she spotted you.

"I'm my mommy's helper today!" you declared proudly, skipping along beside your mother as she walked through the hospital halls. "I'll be a good boy and help."

Arizona felt your hand firmly in hers as they walked through the busy hospital corridor. She was glad that she had managed to arrive on time despite the hectic morning. Your eyes were still shining with excitement as you curiously looked at the people and sounds around you. "Mommy, are these all your friends?" you asked with a smile as you walked past the doctors and nurses who continued to greet Arizona in a friendly manner.

"Some of them, yes," your mother replied with a warm smile. "But now let's go to my office, okay?"

But before they reached the doors of the children's ward, Arizona heard her name. The familiar voice of Dr. Miranda Bailey echoed throughout the corridor. Arizona stopped and turned around, pulling you closer to her.

Bailey walked quickly towards you both, a medical file clutched tightly in her hand. She smiled down when she saw you. "Well, who do we have here? Good morning, y/n."

You beamed when you recognized Bailey. You had seen her several times before, when she came to the hospital with you or when she came to a party at the house, and you always found the "strict lady" fascinating. "Good morning, Miranda," you replied politely. "I'm my mommy's helper today."

Bailey laughed softly and winked at Arizona. "Oh, I see we have professional support today." Then her expression became serious and she turned back to your mother. "But, Arizona, we have a case I need to discuss with you. It's important.

Arizona noticed the worried look on Bailey's face and nodded. "Of course, what is it about?" she asked, holding your hand and trying to draw her attention to the conversation.

Bailey pulled up the file and pointed to a picture of an ultrasound. "We have a newborn on Ward 4 with a complex heart defect. It's a rare diagnosis and I wanted to hear your opinion before we make a decision." She flipped through the file and explained the medical details while Arizona listened carefully.

"Okay," Arizona said, briefly letting go of your hand to move closer to the file. "That looks like Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. We should think about an operation, but I need to see the exact values ​​to better assess the risk."

While the two doctors were discussing the next steps intensively, your gaze wandered through the corridor. You looked at the colorful posters and drawings on the walls and discovered a large aquarium in a corner of the waiting room. Your eyes lit up - the colorful fish were magically attracting you. Without Arizona or Bailey noticing, you quietly and curiously separated from your mother.

You stepped closer to the aquarium, her eyes fixed fascinated on the small bubbles that rose up and the bright colors of the fish. "Oh, that looks like a rainbow," you murmured to yourself. You completely forgot that you were supposed to stay with your mother.

Arizona, meanwhile, was still deeply engrossed in the conversation. She discussed the different options and risks of the operation, while Bailey nodded in agreement and asked additional questions. For the two of them, it was a normal day at work - a critical case that required full attention. Minutes passed as they went over the notes and diagrams in the file.

Only when Bailey glanced at her watch did she realize that she and your mother had been talking for a while. "You know what, Dr. Robbins? We should discuss this further in your office before the surgical schedule for the day is full," Bailey suggested.

Arizona nodded in agreement. "Good idea," she looked around to bring you back to her. "Y/n? Come here, we'll go to my office."

But no child's voice answered her. She turned on her heels and looked down the corridor into the ward, her eyes searching for you. "Y/n?" she called louder, but the familiar, happy face was nowhere to be seen. Bailey frowned and looked around too. "Where did she go? She was just here."

Arizona's heart began to beat faster. She hadn't taken her eyes off you for a second - at least she thought so. "Y/n!" she called again, her voice now more clearly colored with concern. She took a few steps in the direction she had last seen you walking, but the hallway and the waiting room were empty.

"Okay, wait. Maybe she's just nearby," Bailey tried to calm your mother down, but there was also a hint of tension in her eyes now. "We'll look around and ask the staff."

Your mother nodded, but her mind was already racing. You were curious, and the hospital was big - there were so many rooms you could have gotten lost in. She called out to you again as she continued to search the flood. She quickly turned to a nurse who was hurrying past. "Have you seen a little girl? Supergirl shirt, light jeans and colorful sneakers?"

The nurse shook her head. "Sorry, Dr. Robbins. I didn't see her, but I'm on the lookout."

Arizona thanked her briefly and continued walking while Bailey contacted security on her cell phone. "Missing child in Ward 2. Please keep an eye out, about nine years old, wearing a Supergirl shirt." Then she turned back to the blonde doctor. "Give me two minutes, and if we don't find her, we'll trigger Code Pink."

Her heart was pounding. Her hands were shaking as she continued to run through the halls, looking into every open space. She knew a Code Pink was a serious measure - it meant putting the entire hospital on alert to search for a missing child. But every second that passed made her fear grow.

It was a maze of bright lights, rushing footsteps, and constant alarms. Arizona felt her breathing become shallower as she and Bailey hurried side by side through the pediatric ward. Every step echoed in her ears, and the watch she wore on her wrist seemed to tick her fear away with every passing moment. Where could you be?

"Y/n!" she called again, but the only answer was the monotonous beeping of the machines and the murmuring of the nurses tending to their little patients. Her hands were sweaty as she opened door after door, hoping to see her daughter's familiar shaggy head. But each time she found only empty rooms or bedbound children staring up at her with wide eyes.

"Arizona, stay calm," Miranda said, her voice firm but not unkind. She knew how hard it was to suppress the panic. "We're searching everything systematically. She can't have gotten far."

But she couldn't stay calm. Every room they searched without success made her heart grow heavier. What if you were lost? What if you got into one of the elevators and ended up somewhere else in the hospital? Or worse, what if someone had taken you? Her mind raced, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes as she forced herself to stay focused.

Miranda gently touched her arm as they entered another room. "Look at me, Arizona. We'll find her." But Bailey couldn't quite hide the worry in her eyes either. For a moment their eyes met and she saw the hint of concern that Bailey was hiding behind her professional facade.

"I... I know," she whispered, but her voice was weak. She had to stay strong. For you.

As they continued down the hall, they heard the loud clatter of metal carts and a group of doctors came towards them. Arizona gently grabbed the nearest nurse by the arm. "Have you seen a little girl? Supergirl shirt and light-up shoes? Nine years old?"

This nurse also shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, Dr. Robbins. But I'll keep my eyes open and let you know if I find her."

Arizona nodded gratefully but didn't let up and turned to Bailey. "We need to search the intensive care area. She could have gotten in there without realizing it."

Miranda Bailey nodded as she headed for the intensive care unit. Her pace quickened, her mind racing. The thought of having to trigger Code Pink was terrifying. It was a measure used only in extreme emergencies, and she could feel the panic building within her. But what else could she do if you didn't show up soon?

She and Bailey worked their way through the ward, looking into every room, every patient room, but no one had seen you. Arizona felt the chill of fear spreading in her stomach. She was really close to setting off the alarm when she suddenly stopped.

Something stopped her in her tracks - a soft sound, barely audible over the bustle of the ward. A soft, happy giggle reached her ears, followed by a voice she knew all too well. Her eyes widened.

"Wait," she whispered to Bailey, her voice barely more than a breath. "Do you hear that?"

Bailey put her finger to her lips, closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound. The giggle repeated itself, more clearly this time, and Arizona couldn't believe it. She knew it was your laughter - a sound she would have recognized among thousands. She turned, saw the nondescript door of the storage room in front of her.

"In there, but how did she get in there?" Arizona asked quietly, her eyes fixed on the door. Her hand turned to the doorknob, her heart pounding in her chest. Bailey stood close behind her, her expression focused and attentive before she pushed the handle down and slowly opened it.

The door swung open and Arizona caught a glimpse of the scene beyond. In the small room, surrounded by shelves filled with medical supplies and cleaning supplies, Alex Karev sat relaxed on the floor. You stood in front of him, laughing and clapping your hands, while Alex, with exaggerated seriousness, presented a syringe without a needle and a stethoscope as "super doctor equipment".

"Hey, Dr. Robbins," Alex said when he saw Arizona. He grinned widely as if nothing had happened. "I saw her walking around the children's ward alone. Thought I'd better bring her here before she really disappeared."

Your mother felt tears well up in her eyes and relief hit her like a wave. "Oh my God, Alex, thank you! I... I didn't know what she was like and I was so scared..."

Arizona dropped to her knees and pulled you tightly into her arms. "Honey, you can't just run away," she whispered and hugged you tightly, not hiding the tremor in her voice. "I was so worried."

You looked up at your mother, confused. "But mommy, I just wanted to look at the fish... and then I saw Alex!"

Alex shrugged. "Well, I thought she might need a little company before she could possibly get to other wards. So we practiced playing super doctor a bit." He smiled at you and winked. "But next time you'd better stay with your mom, okay? There are so many exciting things here that it's easy to lose track."

She looked at Alex with a look that expressed gratitude and relief in equal measure. "I really don't know what I would have done without you. Thank you for finding her."

Alex stood up and dusted the dust off his pants while grinning broadly at you. "No problem. Plus, it made me feel like a hero again."

Bailey stepped closer and put a hand on Arizona's shoulder. "Well done, Karev. That was the right decision." She smiled slightly and then looked at you. "And now, little lady, you'll always stay with your mother."

You nodded eagerly. "I'll stay with you, Mommy. I promise." You gripped her hand tighter, as if to show that you really meant it. Your mother stroked your hair gently. "That's good, honey. Now we'll go to my office and make you comfortable there, okay? No more walking around."

As they set off, Arizona felt relief in every step. The lump in her throat dissolved, and for the first time that day she could breathe again. She was grateful - for Bailey, and especially for Alex. Her colleagues were her family, and today they had proven once again that they were there for each other.

As they left the children's ward, she looked over her shoulder and saw Alex going back to his tasks. She knew she still owed him something, but right now only one thing mattered: she had you safely with her again, and everything else could wait.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

hello! I’m a big fan of your jackass fanfics and I have a request. What if Knoxville and reader just had a baby (reader is in the jackass crew) and they bring the baby on set and surprise the boys??? Sorry if this is too long 😭😭 anyways love ya bye 😘🫶🏽

Baby on Board

Y/N and Johnny bring their son on set one day, not realizing what chaos may erupt!

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

820 Words

Warnings: None! :)

An: Thank you for the request!! Your request was not too long at all and I really enjoy long requests in general! ;) Anyways, as a warning I have been around very few babies in my life besides in passing, much less responsible for one, so I hope this is all accurate to real baby behavior! As a side note I’d like to thank you all for getting me to 100 followers! This probably deserves it’s own post but I just want to say that I’m so happy so many people enjoy what I write! I would love to do some sort of special or unique fic to come rate, so please send me any and all requests! :)

“So…that’s your baby?” Steve peered curiously at the little human in Johnny’s arms. He chuckled a little, “Well, it’s more Y/ baby. She did all the work- I just made a deposit at the bank.” It was a slow day on set, so you and your husband decided to bring in your new baby to meet the guys. You didn’t really know what to expect, but you were pleasantly surprised as your son reached out a little hand to Steve and his eyes went wide. It was no mystery that he hated babies in general, on account of their propensity for being doorstops that shit and cried, but for some reason this was different. Johnny noticed his reaction and cracked a smile, “If you want, you could hold’em.”

He nodded but didn’t really seem to know what to do after Johnny handed him over, just sort of holding your baby like this precious, fragile thing in his arms. It was sweet, in a way. While he was busy marveling, a production assistant came up and tapped Johnny on the shoulder, whispering something in his ear before trying to hurriedly usher him and you away to something or other that needed to be attended to on set. Johnny quickly turned to Steve as he walked away, “Hey, we’ll be back in five! Think y’could watch him?” There really wasn’t any way he could say no. “Uh, sure, I guess…?” Of course, that was the exact moment your son pooed all over him.

Maybe he wasn’t wrong about babies being doorstops that shat. Though he still looked calm, Steve’s eyes had a trace of panic behind them as he nervously looked around for someone on set to hand your son off to while he went to the bathroom to clean the stuff dripping off of his arm. The first person he found was maybe the only worse person to give a baby to- Ryan. He handed off that drooling little bundle of joy to him in the blink of an eye as he rushed away, “Hey, dude- just hold onto this for a sec.”

He knew even less what to do with the thing, holding the baby at an arm’s length while he kicked his little legs and giggled. Ryan eyed it with suspicion, unsure of what to do next. Steve was long gone, and he didn’t know when he’d be back, so in a moment of quick thinking, he did the only rational thing- handing it off to someone else. Effectively, this baby was being passed around like a fat little babbling football.

Johnny squinted, eyeing him up and down with suspicion at the absence of your son, “Steve, where’s the kid?” He dried the water that dripped off of his recently washed hands on his camo shorts. He sighed and said like there was nothing wrong with it, “I gave him to Ry ‘cause he shat all over me.” Of all people to trust with your baby, you just had to pick Steve-O. You rubbed the space between your eyebrows in frustration, “It’s a baby. It’s gonna shit!”

And so the wild goose chase began. The two of you eventually found the man you were looking for leaning against the side of one of the makeup trailers, beer in hand. “Ryan! Where the hell’s my kid?” Johnny was getting exasperated at this point, as were you. Ryan shrugged nonchalantly, “Gave it to some production assistant lady- Y’know, the one with the hair.” You fell slack jawed and started to wonder if any of these men had been around a child before, much less responsible for one. He sipped his beer “What? It had ‘poopies’. I don’t do ‘poopies’.” Blinking in disbelief, you furrowed your brow, “Okay- okay. Do you have any idea where the woman is?” “Yeah! She’s here all the time- see her every day.” Really narrows it down. Frustrated, you turned to Johnny, “I can’t believe we trusted him with your idiot friends!- no offense, Ryan.” Ever unconcerned, he shrugged, “Hey, none taken.”

After a few panic-inducing minutes of rushing about on set and stumbling into dressing rooms people may or may not have been in (sorry, Bam), you eventually tracked down the aforementioned production assistant. It was Johnny actually who found her, tucked away in some quiet room on set with your son (who had a miraculously clean diaper)- and someone else. In all your time as a mother, you never saw a baby more captivated with anyone than he was with Chris, pawing at his long hair with tiny hands and giggling while he made silly noises to entertain him. “Pbbtt! Goo goo goo! A- pbbtt!”

Johnny cracked a smile and waved you over to look at the sight. God, it was heartwarming. Relieved, you softly awed and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, “Well, I do think we’ve found our new babysitter.”

[theaceace]

Ok so when Rose gives the heart back to unity once more rendering her the vortex and then she dies in her sleep, something goes wrong (either because Desire set a sneaky trap or because it's close enough to breaking the rules of Endless not hurting family) that there's an explosive reaction, and when the chaos dies down Rose is still in the dreaming even though that definitely should have woken her up and Dream is nowhere to be found

Now Rose is stuck in the dreaming, and after a quick five minutes of panicking, comes to the conclusion with Lucienne and Unity that she'll have to track Dream down and get him to fix this. Lucienne needs to return to the palace to keep the dreaming running smoothly, Unity despite seeming chill about it has just DIED and also has never actually used any of her vortex powers the way Rose has and I'm basically just handwaving the fact that Rose is going to have to search for Dream on her own

Or not entirely on her own! Matthew is there, because every young woman embarking on a solo adventure needs a sassy talking animal sidekick, them's the rules

So Rose and Matthew set out on a trek through the dreaming, and this is the point where I could get wildly creative if I had the brainpower, and come up with fantastical dreamworlds

Because this is an AU and I say that being the descendent of an Endless should have some perks, Rose can still travel between dreams, she just can't affect them/the waking world or bring down the walls between dreams the way she could before. She's more akin to Matthew or Lucienne than a vortex, despite being human and aliveSo they spend a while chasing dead ends and leads that go nowhere until they wind up in some dream set in a pretty normal pub, and in true dreamlogic fashion there are people in clothes that come from a mishmash of the last 7 centuries, eating by rushlight while on their phones. But! Rose looks over and there's Dream! Amazing, they found him!

Matthew's like uhhhhh, I've spent a lotta time with the bossman, Rose, I'm not so sure that's - but it's too late she's already marching over

Meanwhile, Hob has been having a really nice dream in which his Stranger enjoys his company and didn't stand him up and doesn't wander off to 'inspire' any upstart playwrights and smiles at him like he did when they finally met up again a couple of weeks ago or whenever it was. He really wasn't expecting it to be interrupted by a girl rushing over to grab his Stranger's shoulder all excited about how we've found you Dream we were so worried are you ok???

And look. Hob is pretty used to rolling with the punches. After seven hundred years on planet earth, you gotta be. But this is, he hates to say, a pretty fucking weird turn for his dream to take usually it turns more toward his Stranger bending him over the table ahem

Also there's a talking bird. Why not

Rose has now realised that this Dream is not, in fact, the real Dream. BUT that means this guy must know Dream! Maybe he can help out? And Matthew is like wait, wait a second. You. YOU'RE the guy the boss went all starry-eyed (literally) over???

Hob reckons uuuuuhhhhh probably not? Took him seven hundred years to admit they're friends, and Matthew is like holy shit that hussy

Anyway I want Rose Hob and Matthew to go on a roadtrip adventure to save Dream is what I'm getting at. I was to continue the glorious tradition of Hob learning things about his friend (😍) thanks to other people and not from his friend himself (😭). I want Hob to play accidental therapist to Rose like he does to his students. I want Matthew to mock him mercilessly. I want Hob to sometimes be an asshole. I want them to BOND

And I want them to make it to the house of secrets and the house of mysteries where Hob is forcibly reminded that he was raised a Catholic medieval peasant when he sits down for tea with Cain and Abel (who think that Gadling would be an excellent name for a gargoyle if Morpheus ever makes another).

I want Abel to offhandedly mention something unspeakably horrible in the basement, but when Rose opens that door it just leads into a big fancy hallway? They go through anyway, and something feels different about this dream. Matthew is all 'I got a bad feeling about this' because Patton Oswalt loves Star wars and I think it's funny. Maybe they see a stuffed raven with a white breast in a room of taxidermied animals

So they keep looking, and eventually Hob finds a door leading to a basement, cracks a silly joke about finding something unspeakably horrible down there to cover up the fact that he's actually fucking terrified (he's come to accept that this is not a dream in the traditional sense, although it took way longer than it should have), and heads down the staircase

(It's the snow globe)

And here I start to run out of momentum a bit but like. I think Hob Rose and Matthew deserve to come together to roast the shit out of Dream while Lucienne tracks their progress from the library with Unity and Merv, who are also roasting the shit out of Dream, and all roasting comes to an abrupt and choked end when they get to the basement

Maybe Dream has been reduced to a cloud of swirling black sand in the orb, or maybe he looks almost exactly as he did in reality, maybe the Dream Team have to get him out but in order for that to happen he has to allow them to help, or maybe he needs to free himself because something something it's a metaphor idk. Maybe Dream, in whatever state he's in, panics at the sight of his bae friend, his raven, and his niece all outside the glass just like Jessamy was. Maybe he tries to throw them all out of the dream, but he's weakened himself as though he really were trapped in the circle again, and Rose is able to stand her ground against him.

And idk I don't really have an ending beyond 'Dream gets out and everyone is OK and also Rose and Hob end up being exasperated penpals over Dream's... Dream-ness.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

I could absolutely see Risotto and La Squadra enter Darling’s hometown and cause utter havoc, ‘Harvesting’ Humans for their Food Supply while looking for her after Melone told them he found out she has the Mutation (They’ll end up culling nearly all of the town residents just to find her)

The whole scene where the Klowns found and break into Debbie’s House from the movie is exactly how I picture La Squadra find and kidnap Darling, even taunting her outside her window with firefighter hats and a trampoline to ‘rescue’ her (That they took from the real Firefighters they brutally killed)

Darling backs right up into Risotto who picks her up by her shoulders for Formaggio to shrink her with the intent to bring her back to their ship (Risotto is holding her while she shrinks until she fits in the palms of his hands)

Risotto is the one who’s carrying her and threatens to trap her in a balloon if she doesn’t behave (He has her firmly within his hands as he plays with her hair while lightly squeezing and touching different parts of her body, telling her that her purpose is to now reproduce his race)

Risotto intends to start breeding when they get back to the ship and isn’t afraid to let Darling know this as he presses her small form right between his pecs (He probably even begins to tell Darling all the things he plans to do to her) but lightly threatens her to stop moving unless she wants to start the mating right now (Her struggles are exciting him as he’s never had ‘Prey’ run away from his Team for so long and escape every turn and he thinks her struggles are her telling him that she wants to mate)

Risotto doesn’t want or intend to let his Leader Diavolo to have Darling as it was his Team who found her first so she belongs to him and his Team

Risotto will threaten Darling that he can begin mating with her right now while she’s in her small size unless she ‘behaves’ (He likes the control he has over her and intends to breed her nice and full until she can’t walk anymore)

Sorry for the constant spam over this AU, my brain is overdrive over this (I’m even looking through different Alien Movies and which ones will fit with certain JJBA groups/characters and at the moment my mind went to other ideas with La Squadra being similar to Xenomorphs and the Pillarmen being those Predator Aliens that hunt Humans for sport)

Imagine the Pillarmen having similar faces to the Predators (I would melt 😂😭)

(Just a thought to add while I'm thinking of it, either through tattoos or birthmarks indicate status among the aliens which I now dub the Pagliaccio. So Bruno and Risotto are considered lords and have marking to indicate such and Diavolo had a lot more as the emperor)

La squadra causes as much chaos as possible to try and throw the boss off while Illuso is looking for darling who's hiding out at a house from a friend who's out of town.

As she's brushing her hair she notices something in the corner of her eye and throws herself out of the way as whatever it causes the mirror to smash. Hands reaching out from the broken shards to grab her but she's able to fight them off as she escapes the bathroom.

"(Y/n)!" She can hear Bruno's voice call out and she runs immediately to the front door, hoping he can help her only to see a grinning Melone with a voice recorder in hand. She immediately tries to shut it but Melone shoves his foot between the door and the frame to stop it.

"After you lord" Melone would graciously offer Risotto entry as darling tries to make a run. She tries locking doors but Risotto's magnetism is quick to foil such plans. She uses what little extra time she has to enter the attic and try and jam it shut before realizing that she just trapped herself she opens the door to the balcony in an attempt to find a way out only to find a mockery. Ghiaccio, Illuso, Melone and Prosciutto in firefighter hats holding onto a trampoline for safety.

"Come on down (Y/n), I promise we'll be gentle if you do" Melone tries to bargain. Darling only walks backwards until she hits something hard, she's frozen for a while before looking up to see Risotto looking down upon her. He spare no time in grabbing here.

"You should have listened to Melone" Formaggio shugs before grabbing a hold of her arm and shrinking her. Risotto firmly grabs her and begins to exit the house.

"Let me go!!" She practically screams as she tries to pry his fingers off of her.

"You've been more trouble then you should have" Risotto tells her as he raises her to eye level while walking out. Of course all the other members start crowding around him to get a look at their new mate, only making darling panic more.

"You've had your fun having us chase you around, now you better settle down before I decide to have mine right now... and you wouldn't want that in your current state" Risotto warns darling. Who becomes compliant.

Risotto begins to pull up darlings clothes and poke and prode while he and shortly joined in by the rest of la sqaudra discuss what they all want to do to darling.

"Oh are you that eager?" He asks.

"No!" She screams.

"Well your body is telling me the opposite, better make those actions reflect your words before I get the wrong idea" he says causing a shiver down her spine and a chuckle from some of the others.

[skz-kiana]

✧˚ · . KIANAS CLOSE IDOL FRIENDS PT.1

kpop oc’s

JULIET BAEK - ATEEZ / BAEJI

they know eachother from back in sydney! they were childhood friends along with chanlix 👁️. juliet actually left to korea in 2014, a year before kiana. juliet was one of kianas only friends that were actually a girl in school so she sort of formed an attachment to her so when she left she was really sad </33 . she trained hard with her trainer ,then did an audition for jyp and sm and got into jyp. chan, being the leader he is, got in contact with juliet again and arranged a meetup for aussie line and that’s how they got in contact again 💁‍♀️.

their relationship is very fun. they like messing around and causing chaos 🙈. but a lot of times they are also just calm, enjoying eachothers presence and making up for missed time. they have a lot of playful philosophical debates with eachother. sometimes when one of them have a comeback there’s a 87% chance that the other will be featured on one of their challenge videos. a iconic baeji moment is when kiana was doing a vlog for her birthday and when she went downstairs it was dark, and when she turned on the lights juliet was there waiting for her with a balloon in her hand and confetti in the other💔💔.

YUMI KANG - ENHYPEN / YUKIA

these two met backstage at an award show because their schedules overlapped. kiana was walking texting her members because she finally found a vending machine and she accidently bumped into yumi and made her drop her chips on the floor. they exchanged a lot of apologies (even tho it was kianas fault) and ended up talking more while kiana walked with her to buy yumi a new chip bag😭 when yumi checked the time on her phone they realized they had to get back to their seats and before she left kiana asked her to film a quick tik tok with her. they did and the staygenes loved it so she asked jungwon for yumis number and then boom!!🫡

their relationship are like siblings! kiana has that effect on most people that when they talk to her they get comfortable with her real quick because of her personality. yukia love doing tiktoks (most are for their private tiktoks). they have that kind of relationship where they act like they don’t care about eachother jokingly and tease eachother a lot, but when something happens they are quick to be at the others side and either comfort or defend them.

CECE YOON - NCT / CEWON

these two met on a very embarrassing accident 😭 cece was doing some dance practice to aespa’s next level. winter had previously texted kiana to come visit aespa while they were practicing then later they could go hang out or get lunch so of course kiana said yes. they didn’t specify a room #, they just said they’ll be just playing next level so kiana js went with it. but she accidentally went into the room cece was practicing in, she didn’t even knock or check to see who it was she just opened in there and shouted “did you miss me?!” and cece just stood there so confused while kiana looked embarassed. kiana started saying a bunch of sorrys and cece was just laughing and said it’s fine. they met again while kiana was leaving sm later , and had a talk then later exchanged numbers. every once in a while this moment gets brought up and kiana feels like crying😵‍💫😵‍💫

their relationship started off peaceful for the most part then slowly started getting more chaotic. its now to the point where when any of nct or skz sees them together they already wanna leave (love them tho 🫠) they always have fun when they are together and they also love their quiet peaceful moments <3 (happens once in a blue moon tho). nobody even knows how they manage to see eachother so much , but they are around eachother a lot. like baeji, they try to collab when one of them has a comeback.

IVY KANG - SOLOIST / JIVY

these two met around 2021! txt just had a comeback so they hosted a party and invited all their friends so obv kiana got invited !! when she got there she knew everyone (for the most part) but then she saw ivy and yeonjun and she’s like 😮😮 who’s this? (she didn’t know who exactly his gf was) so she goes up to them and asks who she is and yeonjun introduces ivy as his gf and she’s like Oh mY GOD. she quite literally dragged ivy away and they started talking and now they’re like this 🤞🏾🤞🏾. kiana is ivy’s biggest supporter fr. she’s also like one of those elementary students who found out someone’s dating and is all corny about it , constantly saying “ewww they’re holding hands.. too much pda for a couple like you😒😒” (she stopped after yeonjun hit her in the head infront of ivy 😶)

their relationship gives off sibling vibes sometimes, but more so of the loving ones and not the chaotic playful banter one. they will argue (as a joke) sometimes and start drama for fun but they really care about eachother <33 they really love matching with the other too, when you see them together it’ll be hard not to see something similar about what they’re wearing. whenever ivy goes, kiana will be there too (supporting her and being extra) MAMA? kiana is screaming louder than all the other idols. concert ? kiana will find a way.

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sorry this took so long omg😭😭 people featured are @ivy-diaries @mazeofyeni @ateezjuliet @i4juni

[generouskittentidalwave]

OKAY I WAS NOT EXPECTING PEOPLE TO LIKE MY RESPONSE TO THE REPOST AND I APPRECIATE IT A LOT 😭😭

Now onto what I want to say, it's about what I stated earlier. There is something I would like to address that I noticed a bit after spending some time in the greek mythology whirlpool of wonderful chaos. Although there really aren't that many, I still want to address how there are people out there who seem to get very confused about Odysseus's character and what's what, and then accidentally say things that never actually happened with his character and then it leaves everyone upset and embarrassed which sucks because it's not really anyone's fault, and not many people are actually explaining it all, so that's what I'm going to do here to hopefully save some people from having to go through everything. I hope this doesn't get buried in the Tumblr algorithm as I'm honestly not doing this for likes or praise or any of that, I really just want this to get out there and help others get a better grasp of it all so everyone can enjoy their greek mythology fun in peace and maybe even help others get into the fun as well! ^^

First off I have to state this:

The only canon Odysseus is in Homer's Odyssey and Homer's Iliad, he was the creator of the character and all the characters within both book series. If the one you are reading isn't authored by Homer then it is an iteration therefore it is not canon to the actual story.

Now with that being said, and before I go any further, this doesn't mean you shouldn't read the different iterations or modern takes on the character, I mean why else do you think aus and fanfiction are a thing as well? (And ones created for this story as well because this fanbase is LIVELY) That's basically exactly what this all is except it's about an ancient story. People create different versions, spread different information which is either not what happened in the canon story or completely taken out of context. And these things happen, it's a story all the way back in ancient times, games like telephone are bound to happen and that's okay, no one should be at eachother's throats about it as it's out of people's control and happens with many and I mean many modern shows and stories as well.

But what I do suggest is just applying basic principles to it like we do now, such as:

*If you read an iteration of the story and you mention something from it, make sure you state it's from an iteration so that way people won't get confused with the actual story

*You don't have to read all books of Homer's Odyssey and the Iliad, but when you hear something from it you should do a quick look up about it to make sure you have all the context and that it was from Homer's story and not an iteration.

*Don't assume anything and make a comment about it immediately. I am sure every single person here did the same about something regarding Homer's Odyssey and Iliad at some point, I can almost guarantee it. If not then great for them ^^. But the point is, if you jump to assumptions and misinterpret something then make a claim about it, unfortunately the results don't turn out in your favor. So it's best to do your own research on it first before taking what is said as fact.

Basically just do your own research first before jumping to any conclusions, besides learning more about something can you discover something you may really enjoy that you haven't thought about before! :D

Now, onto the real elephant in the room, which is Odysseus's character. And we are going to be talking about Odysseus's character in Homer's Odyssey and Homer's Iliad and hopefully this helps to clear some things up for those that both aren't looking to get into the whole story and for those who are, so here we go! ^^

"Odysseus cheated on his wife! He committed Adultery!" : This is the biggest one that I have heard, and it is in fact false. Odysseus is unfortunately a major victim of SA both from Circe and Calypso, and while Circe's was more subtle, Calypso's wasn't as she kept him there for seven years. Odysseus was one of the few men in greek mythology who was 100% loyal and faithful to his wife till the very end and beyond. He didn't want any other woman, he wanted Penelope. He fought for Penelope, he loved Penelope and no one else.

"Odysseus committed mass murder and killed a bunch of people!": If you are talking about what happened with the Trojan horse then yes, you are correct, however this is often taken out of context. The truth of the matter is that is just how war is. During the fight they already lost Achilles (basically their version of a superhero) in battle, and Odysseus being the advisor had to weigh out the options between the two which is either continue as is and risk losing more lives or create the horse and not risk as many lives. It was a desperation move, and all of it was thrown onto Odysseus to take charge, but the situation needed to be done or no one would make it back home alive.

"Didn't he literally throw and kill a baby? What's up with that?": Yes but again, taken out of context, Odysseus was given a vision that the baby would grow older and kill a bunch of innocent people, so he had to make the choice whether he should kill the baby or not. Zeus was standing there like "Yeet the baby, Odysseus, yeet the child." And Odysseus, not wanting anyone he cared for to die, killed the child. It was a tough choice that he was faced with, as it would be for anyone in his shoes.

"Wasn't he overconfident and got in trouble a lot? Didn't his pride cause him to reveal his name to the Cyclops? He really must not be a good person." : Yes for the first part but no for the second part, he was overconfident and that would sometimes get him into trouble, like with the Cyclops. He was young, bold, confident, and although said to be one of the wisest men there was (which is true) he too had to grow and mature out of his own hubris. He wasn't perfect, and neither are we, he made mistakes but nothing outlandish that made him bad, it just showed that he was human and had done his own mistakes in life, just like we have.

There are many other things as well, Odysseus killed one of the kings on the Trojan side of war and took his horses but he did that because he knew one of the only ways they could stand a chance in the war is getting those horses. Odysseus's friend Ajax the greater killed himself after Odysseus defeated him for the armor of Achilles, however what happened after that was none of Odysseus's fault, as Athena decided to be the one to drive Ajax the greater mad and it caused him to kill the sheep and then himself afterwards out of shame. Odysseus's even tried pleading for forgiveness from him in the underworld (even though none of it was his fault) but Ajax the greater refused to acknowledge him and walked off. Then you have Palamedes, in Homer's Odyssey he was sent to bring Odysseus to war, so he decided to put Odysseus's infant son in front of his plow which caused Odysseus to swerve out of the way, and Odysseus was then forced to go to war to protect his son which then later caused all of these things to happen throughout both stories. Odysseus didn't take that well and he cleverly placed a forged letter and gold in Palamedes tent and got him framed for treason, and Palamedes was stoned to death (and honestly he had that coming)

Now, does any of this mean I want you to go and do what Odysseus did? No, please for the love of god please don't. What all of this does mean though, is that Odysseus was not a bad person, but instead a good guy put in some of the worse positions and situations possible surrounded by people who spoke with their fists rather than their heart. In fact, despite his "I'm so balling right now" personality causing him to get into trouble, he was one of the kindest, wisest, loyal and empathetic people you could meet back then which was incredibly rare back in those times. He went to literal hell and back for 20 years just to get to his family again, he stuck by his men despite them screwing things up multiple times over, same situation was with Agamemnon and Achilles as well, so he kind up to a fault. He was kind respectful to his people, he didn't care what status you were or where you came from, you were treated with respect and kindness all the same, and that inspired one of his workers to be the same when he invited a certain beggar in his home, and that act of kindness spread through the heart of Ithaca as a whole, but when he left it was all gone. To have that much of an impact on people because of kindness just shows how good of a person he really was. And with happened to Ithaca when he left it, it also showed how much the world did not deserve that kindness, but it certainly needed it.

So in conclusion, yes Odysseus made mistakes, and he was by no means perfect, but he shouldn't be seen as perfect or expected to be perfect. He is a really good guy dealing with getting screwed over by literally everyone around him. He made mistakes, he broke down, he fell at times, but he got back up, never lost his kind heart or his true self, and in the end made it back to his family and got a happy ending. Odysseus was and always will be the embodiment of what it truly means to be a human being going throw the troubles of life, what if feels like to go through it and how it affects certain actions you take, and to stay true to your heart no matter what, and overall to never give up. And I hope those who are out there who hate his character due to misinformation are able to see his character for what he is rather than what others make him out to be.

WOW THAT WAS A LOT OF WORDS, I was not expecting to type that much but I really needed to get this out there. I hope all you greek geeks have a lovely day and night and I'll see you next time! ^^

I gotta take a nap after all of that ^^"

[whyareyouhere66]

Okok so it’s totally ok if you don’t remember much because honestly I don’t either 😭

Loki x son!teen!reader this one is gonna have like, plot holes, but we’re gonna just ignore that- ok so some how, we don’t need to come up with a big back story, but for context reader ends up getting imprisoned (?) by the TVA with his dad Loki. Time skip, they end up in the void where they meet the other Loki variants, but once Alioth (the big purple fog time monster) starts coming after them, they all try to run for shelter but reader and Loki get separated. Maybe reader ends up with president Loki but has attitude with him because that Loki isn’t his actual dad. And all reader wants to do is find his dad, and vice versa with Loki. They end up finding each other and reader just runs and tackles him with a huge hug, both of them thinking they lost each other.

ANON this is so cute- it does have a few plot holes, likely, and I hope I did this request justice. please enjoy, and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are

[Almost] a Loss

Dad!Loki x !son!teen!reader

cw: violence, some blood (quick), implied death

x

All around, the landscape is gray, barren, and foggy. With nothing but wreckage littering the dirty ground, a few disheveled trees, it looks like something from your worst nightmares. 

Which that, it was.

You stand in the middle of this void, searching this dry ass landscape in hopes of seeing your father, Sylvie, any of them. But your eyes only see so far before any silhouette becomes blurred in the fog’s shadow. 

“Damn it.” You mutter- seeing no sign of him. The real him, that is.

During the chaos of violence between all the Loki variants, you had followed your dad and kid Loki through Classic Loki’s smoky, green portal to escape the madness. 

But, something went wrong. 

Before your body was fully passed through, the edges turned a deep purple color, and you felt a rush hit your head. Stumbling, you came out in a completely different spot. It had taken you a second to realize, too, that you were now alone.

“No, no no no-“ you think in a quick panic, whipping around in hopes that your dad will be right behind you, but your heart drops when you see no one. You’re lost.

“Shit,” you curse, spinning around like an idiot trying to find even a silhouette, a shadow. But the misty smoke that had crowded your vision before evaporated with the rest of the portal, and your shoulders drop with a shaky breath.

Until you find them, you’re on your own.

The crack of a stick snaps no more than 20 feet away from you, and your head snaps towards the sound. 

“Ugh- those damn bastards-“, none other than President Loki walks towards you, coming out of seemingly nowhere. He’s grunting, and still missing a hand. Great. 

Your stare hardens into a glare, and the small glint of hope shriveled in the back of your mind. 

President Loki is still trudging forward, grasping on to his wrist painfully. Curses jumble on the way out of his mouth, and there’s a blade sticking out of his shoulder. You wince, seeing the small stain of red that surrounds the handle. 

“Ngh- help me, will you?” Using his free hand, he grabs the handle and rips it out of the busted shoulder pad hastily- not too deep, but blood still glistens around its sharp edges. You look away when he throws it to the ground, and scoff. 

The man side eyes your hunched figure, bitterly.

“Some respect,” he hisses, “would be great.” 

It’s beginning to feel cold, the air around you, and the heat from your crossed arms fails to do much. You’re cold, tired, angry, and your father has disappeared with three other versions of himself- one being a reptile. Hearing the bitter quips in his words, you roll your eyes and begin to walk away.

You want to be out of this damn void, to be as far from here as possible. 

President Loki scrambles after you, the cracked sticks and gravel crunching under his boots. 

“I never thought ‘my son’ would be so rude-“ he says, and your head snaps to his direction. 

“I’m not your son, don’t get twisted. You’re not my father, just some clone.” You say through gritted teeth, clenching your fists tightly. This man is infuriatingly obnoxious, it’s sad to think he and your father and almost the same. 

“Excuse me-“ the still intact hand reaches for your shoulder, dried blood smeared across the edges of his palm. 

“Don’t touch me-“

Before you could successfully slap his hand away from you, a sudden surge runs through the ground, the soil. Its force makes you both stumble, and your shoes scuff against the ground as you try to regain your footing.

“Oh gods,” President Loki mumbles, eyes wide, “not again.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean,” he doesn’t answer, too busy looking around in sudden panic, “what is it, what’s happening?”

The fabric around your shoulder scrunches between his knuckles, and he’s dragging you. To where, you don’t know, but the continuous rumble under your feet doesn’t let you stop.

“Hey!” You yell, running the best you can when he’s still dragging you by your collar. 

“Just keep moving!” He yells. 

Out of the corner of your eye, a growing form turns in the distance. Clouds of black fog whip around in the air, a face formed of red light and smoky features hurls itself across the land. Your eyes widen.

“Oh. Shit.”

Suddenly, you’re pushing past P. Loki’s strong grip and sprinting forward. You tug his sleeve, telling him to follow.

Across the way, you spot a dusty, rotting shell made of wood sits broken on the ground- looking like the remnants of a ship. It smells like wet soil and dirt, the odor pricking your nose while you press your back against it. Panting, President Loki joins you.

“What the hell are you-“

“Shut up.” You say, breathless. 

“I’m saving your life, you ungrateful little weasel-“ he scowls. Exasperated, you finally give him a second glance.

“Can you fuck off?” You pant, and he grumbles.

Ducking your head around the bend of the boat, you spot the creature once more. It’s gotten bigger, it seems- it’s getting closer. 

The few structures and scattered objects in its path disappear under its foggy form, lightening strikes every time it gets closer. 

You whip your head back around, and shrink further into the rotting wood. You wonder where your dad is, if he too has shrunk beneath the monsters smoke. The thought makes you wince.

“What is that thing?” The pads of your fingers dig into the soil beneath you, as if grasping for something to hold.

President Loki swallows the lump in his throat, head tilted against the boat. 

“…the Alioth.” He speaks hesitantly, voice hushed like someone might hear. 

“The what?” The name is unfamiliar to you, just like the new scared tone coming from someone who mere minutes ago was being as obnoxious as ever. But now, its tense- birds screech in the distance, and dust glides across the surface from the “Alioth”.

“It-“ 

Instead of a rumble, the almost relieving sound of another person is what cuts off his voice. It’s a bit distant, harder to hear over the whispers of power that seem to bounce from Alioth’s smoky figure.

“Come and get me!” You peak over the edge of the boat’s rim, seeing two lights in contrast with the bright red. Green, surging in circles in front of someone, another Loki. And orange- the waving flicker of a flame. 

The raspy yell is all too familiar, and your heart pounds. It couldn’t be your dad, no, not the real him. 

The two figures are far away, you can barely make out any more than their silhouette, but there’s such a chilling feeling rattling your insides and you just can’t shake the feeling that maybe it is.

“No…” you swallow shakily, hands clutching the wood so tightly your knuckles feel strained on its surface. 

“What are you-“ 

The question barely registers itself in your head, blocking out President’s voice. You’re up, running right towards the figures, towards the monster.

“Hey! Come back you moron!” President Loki shouts after you, “Hey!”

But you don’t listen, you don’t turn around. Stumbling over rocks, around weeds and forgotten poles, you run. He’s too close, your dad always got too close to danger. It’s not the first time, no, and you’re not going to let it be the last. 

“Dad!” You scream, voice feeling hoarse. Your heart is pumping against your bones, your breathing loud in your ears. 

“Dad!-“

Suddenly, a wall forms in front of you. You skid to a halt, stumbling back from the sudden action, eyes wide.

It’s not just one wall, though. Various walls, pillars, and walkways begin to appear right in front of your eyes, all outlined by the smoky green of Classic Loki’s magic.

The man stands proud and tall, flowing with all his power in the middle of the growing buildings. Green energy circles his hands, and with strain in his muscles, in his voice, he stands.

You’re unable to see your father anymore, now blocked by a building that you know you’ve seen many times. As the city gets higher, bigger, you know from where.

Asgard.

Glorious golden pillars, now shadow and smoke. 

“Go!” Classic Loki shouts, and only now you recognize the fog beginning to seep closer to the city’s edge. It’s a distraction.

More shouts, but you can’t make out the voices anymore. Too much is happening around you, smoky tendrils are beginning to circle the area in which you stand. The fake city breaks and rebuilds with green energy, and you begin to stumble trying to back away as quickly as possible. Soon, it breaks.

Through the vines of black smoke you faintly see another green energy- Sylvie. But you don’t know how to get there, don’t know where you are. Across the way- Classic Loki stands in front of Alioth with all the power left in his bones.

“Glorious purpose!” Are his last words, before he’s swept away by the Alioth’s wrath.

A surge of wind flows, you nearly tumble to the floor. You have to move, have to get away.

You have to find your dad.

More tendrils fly, snaking around the dust. You try to run, feeling something coursing through your veins. A quick glimpse at your hand and you see the electric green glow, like linework on your skin. 

You face the monster again, still walking backwards hoping to have some way to defend yourself. But when your foot catches a rock, you trip and land on the ground.

“No, no.”

Your veins still flow through your skin, still course with adrenaline and power. But you feel frozen, stuck in the path of destructive fog. You squeeze your eyes shut, turn your face away.

.

.

But nothing happens.

Slowly, you open your eyes once more- only to find smoke falling like ash. 

It takes you a moment to process, to realize that the red glow had disappeared. It had been broken.

Is- is it dead?

Shakily, you sit back up, but can only go as far as kneeling. Your heart still pounds from the shock, and for a moment you feel dazed.

It is. Alioth is dead.

“Y/n!”

You freeze, and look to the voice.

Your dad comes running, shirt dirty and nearly torn, and immediately it’s like a weight lifted from your shoulders.

A sigh of relief, and you’re stumbling onto your feet again. You don’t have time to think before you’re running, running until your dad is right in front of you again. He throws his arms around your shoulders, and pulls you so close that your cheek is pressed into his collarbone.

“Oh my god… oh my god…” you mumble, mind racing out of relief. He’s here, alive and not some pile of dust left behind in the ashes of this void.

Even as the cloud begins to part, stricken with electric green, and the old manor is revealed from its foggy haze- neither of you are able to let go just yet.

“I thought I’d lost you back there.” He laughs, pulling away to examine your face. You shake your head.

“I thought you got obliterated.” He laughs at that.

One last time, you hug him again as if you’re still not entirely sure that it’s real, that he’s there.

You feel Sylvie watching, but you stay close to his side. Loki’s arm rests across your shoulders, and he pats your arm. 

“Ready?” He asks, and you look out at the road ahead.

“Ready.” You reply, before walking forward with your father close by and Sylvie shifting to your left. 

You’re almost there.

[not-goldy]

What type of bender do you think the boys would be?

I think Jin and jk would be air benders

yoongi and v would be a fire benders

RM an earth bender

and j hope and jimin water benders

Ohhhh I definitely can see Jimin as a water bender! His connection to the moon is insane and he will master the sub elements pull water out of thin air and blood bend in no time properly shape shift gender bend and develop the power to possess others too due to his androgyny and empath abilities.

We Libra's are also air signs and can embody the Ying and yang so well so I feel he might actually be an Avator. Which makes sense cos he keeps falling off his chair to the ground lol. Talk of a missed calling, earth nation is calling you sir.

No but for real he has insane endurance and a strength that's so crazy he could lift and hold the mountain for hours with his mind.

If I were to place him though I'll definitely put him in the royal household of the fire nation just because he can weild chaos like non other.

I can see RM as an earth bender. I see it. No explanation needed. But I would place him as an Airbender or water bender just because I feel he can be very spiritual and attuned sometimes.

Water and Air benders are often quite spiritual trying to find internal peace and harmony and being one with nature. Namjoon likes to clear his mind, center himself and he's a very skilled ice skater so I'll say he's properly a water bender.

And it makes sense to me because he's more a Ravenclaw than a Gryffindor if you know what I mean.

To be an air or water bender you really have to be mind over body whereas earth and fire nations to me are usually body over mind.

Yoongi a fire bender 👀

H.mmmmmmmmmmmm👀

I can understand your choice dude so grumpy and sly 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

But i think he would make a fine earth bender 🤭

He will turn the ground underneath you into quick sand and barbecue you with lavabending. If anyone will master the seismic sense it's him ngl and he keeps saying he wants to be a ROCK so.....🙄

This may sound controversial but I actually see Jin fire bending too 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

He's the goofy fire bender of the royal family who has no interest in the throne till his mother who loves zooming more than him kidnapps his girlfriend and he learns everything he's been taught since childhood is a lie so he wants nothing to do with his family 🤧

Also he has an inner ability to deflect smile with dad jokes. It's giving Zuko 🤣

Trauma is what makes a fire bender and Jin looks like he would pop off and become your worst nightmare.

He's definitely redirecting any lightning you throw at him but learning lessons the hard way.

Suga can be tough on the outside and on paper makes for a good fire bender but in the end I think it's not just about looks it's about nature. His nature is such that he fits the earth tribe while Jin's nature makes him a perfect fit for FN like imagine his character arc!

I won't place Jk as air or water bender he's more body over mind👀

I think he's more an earth bender like Suga but he'll fit the fire nation too like Jin.

V belongs to the water or Air tribe imo like RM he's more mind over body and I think he'll do well engaging his creativity he's giving Sokka more than anyone 💀 he's gonna be good with the ladies and men but unlike Sokka I think he can actually water bend.

Also that one shoot of him in the pool lives rent free in me and JK's mind🥵

Jhope is definitely an Airbender 🤣

[gon-and-killuas-mother]

been cooking up an original DC "hero" for a while now and it's pretty much a coping character. nonbinary, disabled, artistic, in constant pain, and after the Incident that gets them their powers (which involved a natural disaster resulting in their death) they end up sharing their body with a fragment of the embodiment of darkness.

darkness, in this case, isn't some symbolism of evil or w/e. a shadow has no intent, no purpose other than to exist where light can't reach. it has existed long before time, before the universe took its first breath. completely neutral, only dangerous to those who fear the dark, but can be used by anyone who knows how.

i figure, since i'm allowed to make things crazy for funzies, Gotham might have an inertly higher concentration of darkness. not necessarily bc of how much of a madhouse it is, but maybe the madness is a side effect of Gotham's geographic placement (i haven't figured all of it out yet but something along the lines of Gotham sitting on idk really potent ley lines or something)

i'm thinking that Darkness isn't exactly sentient, but maybe some degree of sapient. especially in Gotham, where its shadows are stronger than anywhere on the planet aside from the north and south poles. and while time means very little to a non-organic, eternal sapient entity, i like to think it paid closer attention to Batman.

most of these tiny humans that use the shadows are predictable, causing chaos and mayhem. but this Batman was the first in recent memory to use the shadows of Darkness for good. the same hand that breaks bones also softly reaches out to the hurt, the frightened.

Darkness is neutral, it has no moral alignment that a human could project onto it. but rare is a creature of shadows that pursues "good".

here's a little excerpt touching on that:

"There are dozens of heroes that could help you," Batman tells the shadows. "Why seek me out?"

The shadows flicker and flow around him, like ink in water, making inhuman chirrups. They condense into a vaguely humanoid form as they approach for a moment, a pair of white eyes appearing where a face might be. Their gaze is heavy with something unnameable, and Batman suppresses a shudder building at the base of his spine.

"You ... are known... to us..." the shadows answer in warbled speech, as though many broken voices speak as one. Their eyes bore into him, but their form falls apart, and they return to flowing in idle circles.

Batman narrows his eyes, but holds his tongue as they continue, their voices taking a heavier tune.

"Warden of Night... Keeper of Darkness... Watcher of Shadows... each time you wrap yourself in our cloaks of dark, we see... We know..."

The shadows condense once more to Batman's left, and he turns his head to follow their meandering path around him. Most who circle him this way do so like predators, but there is no threat from this... creature? Our cloaks of dark ... Batman's blood cooled at what that could mean.

"We have watched... as you make our deepest shadows your closest ally.... we have watched you for a long, long time, young shadow."

Young. As much as he wanted to scoff, he knew this meant something beyond his normal purview.

.................

well i guess it's more like i'm making two DC characters. one is the embodiment of darkness, one is the very human character that becomes their vessel in a tragic chain of events.

idk guess i needed to write that real quick, it's been cooking so long

here's the thing. i have no clue if personified darkness is already a character in DC comics. it probably is. i can't do anything original in this universe 😭

[meandmyechoes]

Kingohger ep19

i know i said this is the first week i hadn't felt nervous but i turned on the computer to write the little pre-essay and got myself worked up thinking about hcs lol the magic of midnights i guess also i woke/was woken up at 5am this morning

homemade extended nitiasa with Blazar-kun :)

START!!

scream JERAMIE DOES SLEEP IN A NET!!!!! HC CONFIRMED

gosh i'm like dying for more Kagu-Yanma common man combo

lmao the throne room has to have best only reliable internet reception

take the crumb of Rita naming Yanma first? But! Rita is on first-name basis face-to-face with the team now!

The OP visual is one continuous shot of them all standing together 😭😭😭😭

"You were worried about me, Kuwagon?" "I'm alright :)" talking-to-the-Shugods Gira is the cutest

Blue and White are making up? YESSSSS Grandson combi? Kidult combi? Prankster combi???

I'll never not laugh at Jeramie calling Racles 'that brat'

Racles stress relief squeeze ball… merch it bandai or you're a coward

hi jeramie you know that iiko grandson of yours called you the culprit 2 episodes ago

they don't have to be showing Jeramie and Yanma walked right past Kaguragi but it's so funny

Suzume can make outward calls the whole time??? (or she's just benefitting from the chaos)

Suzume carrying the whole Shugoddom National Theatre troupe they should've let her train one in those 15 years if only she needn't be kept secret

the reaction difference between improv theatre with kurokos vs. with Shuggodom guards lol

i'm not entirely sure but… if Suzume is helping Racles make sure his guards are safe (because they both know the guards are too loyal to leave their king)…

Douga-san… his old-fashioned loyalty + quick to adapt. lately Douga-san has been shown quite positively huh HEY WHERE'S BOSHIMARU

hi i'd like to donate to the Get Shugoddom's Green Screen A Real Carpet/Brick Road Fund

gawd did not expect my tears to break formation at the orphange reunion

fking flute ver of inferno

the people's recognition *single tear*

this ep is just full power Racles whump huh

Grandson combo

yo nkosopa bgm new arrangement

is racles overacting here 🤔 (racels's second-rate villain act, not yano-san's)

"The King will not escape"… (ep17 title)

??? who's the villain here???

did Jeramie just called Racles worse than 'what came out from the bottom' (shit. he meant racles is shit.)

so Gira doesn't want his brother dead 😏 or does he not want Yanma a killer? 🤔😏

eh iyaiyaiya kingoh can you stop with the tone whiplash??

*claps* good the script remembered to resolve Yanma and Jeramie' conflict in ep13. Grandpa-son combi YESSS

omg Rita-sama 🙇🙇 late to the group henshin and had Morfonia work over time so they can fit Ohsama Sentai into the acronym NERD

[outside the gate] Kaguragi: do we still wait for rita or go in first Himeno: well the boys can't stall much longer i'll have to make sure rita's timing is perfect

[jumping up and down from the awesome fights to OP]

this level of female-female ranger combo action… used to be the crossover extravaganza 😭😭

they can perform such a compliated choreo in such narrow space SAs saikou 😭😭

YES I LOVE THANK YOU FOR BOTH KAGU AND YANMA CROUCHING while dismissingly shooting at MOTW like the grassroots they were

they have six people but divide into 4 groups

literally i'm 3 years old again what's better than Super Sentai

"The only crime I should be accounted for" sigh I know this line will come back to bite us re ep1

Himeno-sama you can't keep acting cute towards Rita to get what you want… They are about to run out of social battery

WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS [FOAMING AT THE MOUTH] WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS WINGS [FOAMING AT THE MOUTH]

them getting in each other's way - what kind of basis is this for me to develop a partnership obesession with these two

rita scream i asked for just last night?

duel? DUEL? DUEL??? MY EPISODE 18?? brothers showdown i asked for last week??

they chose a low ground to duel this time

ohohohoohoooo WEDDING YANO MASTAO YOUR RING BETRAYED YOU

Yano Masato = Tom Holland of Kingohger

that's the same mantle as Lionel's…

ngl slightly disappointed at Suzume's boring white dress

this man's soul has left his body

[stary-night]

Arcane season 2 episode 3 reactions

You know what you guys kinda deserve the weird doll death trap thing tbh.

"Hey babe can you stop being a fascist military director real quick?"

Who is Mel's mom talking to? Is that the people she's fighting against? Ah guess so.

"Promise me you won't change" Vi she already has... Gay rights (maybe gay wrongs).

Okay Mel's mom is a really interesting character. Like the dynamic behind her and Mel... So I guess they're stagging a military coop? Also interesting how the infighting in the council mirrors that of the mob.

Oh hextech has an environmental risk... It's like transmutation. Wait is the tree itself magic/linked to the arcane? Ah the ventilation is invested with magic.

"Used the grey to keep people safe" Are you sure about that? Jinx has a point. I like how everyone is morally grey this season. Also Vi is fighting her for real this time. I'm more worried about the small child tho?!?

The chaos magic is really cool. Heimdinger was right, every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

"I'm glad it's you" 😭.

The kid is trying to save her! She did accidentally adopt a child 😭 G-d that poor kid, she's so tramustised. She's her mom!

Caitlyn was willing to kill a kid.

Oh shit. Did Jinx actually plan to flood the city with explosions/gas? It kinda sounded like she expected Vi to kill her and for the plan to never happen.

"It's her blood in your veins" "Then why are you the one acting like her?" Poor Vi. She lost her sister and then her girlfriend turns into a warmonger, almost kills a kid, and breaks up with her after she betrayed her own people to be with her. VI is also morally grey but man she's going through it.

Oh shit it's whatever Mel's mom is fighting. What is a black rose? Zaunite assassins... I wonder if she let the mob people into the ceremony.

Caitlyn?!? Actually you know what they're similar enough this doesn't surprise me.

I was fucking right, Mel's mom did organize it.

"Your mother will have justice". Holy shit. She orchestrated everything.

Also is Mel okay?!?!?

[requiemforthepoets]

i like shiny things but i’d marry you with paper rings 𖦹 LN4

part 1 of dog dad lando series

PAIRINGS: lando norris x female!reader

SUMMARY: summer break with lando was eventful, but very fun. you didn’t expect that you’ll end up adopting a very cute dog and that he’ll propose to you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: LANDO WON THE DUTCH GP!!! IM SO HAPPY AND SO PROUD OF HIM 😭🥹 LANDO 2ND WIN!!!! hope you’ll enjoy this one. this was inspired by the recent fanzone in zandvoort when the host asked him if he plans on getting a dog and stuff. the dog in lando’s smau here is mine lmaaaoo yeah, that’s my dog guys 😭 and he’s actually an american eskimo. enjoy! :)

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

WARNINGS: typos

You and Lando had always talked about getting a dog together, but the timing never seemed right with all the constant traveling and busy schedules. However, that changed over the summer break, you and Lando had finally decided to take a big step together—you both adopted an American Eskimo dog and named him Thor. The day you brought Thor home, it was filled with excitement and a bit of chaos. Thor, with his fluffy white coat and bright curious eyes, was immediately the center of attention. He had an undeniable sass, prancing around like he owned the place, and it wasn’t long before Lando couldn’t resist introducing your new baby to the world.

It was one lazy Thursday morning, as you were preparing a breakfast for both you and Lando, Thor was zooming around the living room, knocking a few things on the table, but not enough for the items placed on it be knocked off entirely on the floor.

“He’s a total manace,” Lando chuckled as he gave you a kiss and stood behind you and putting an arm around your waist lovingly, shaking his head as Thor zipped across the room in a blur of white fur.

“He’s just excited, Lan,” you replied, laughing.

You wanted to try something that you had watched on tiktok, where dog parents put on Bluey in their television to keep them occupied. So you grabbed the remote and turned on Bluey, Thor finally skidded to a halt in front of the TV and sat down belly flopped, tail wagging slowly, and eyes glued on the screen.

Lando’s eyes widened in mock disbelief. “I can’t believe that it actually works,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how absorbed Thor was in the cartoon playing on the screen. “You think he’s hooked? Our child is going to be obsessed with cartoons.” He added, glancing over you.

“Yeah, he’s obsessed alright,” you replied with a smile, running your fingers through Thor’s soft fur. “This is the only time he’s ever this calm.”

Lando grinned, pulling out his phone. “I think it’s time for his instagram debut.” He snapped a quick 10 second video of Thor, eyes glued to the TV, and posted it on his instagram story.

The story blew up in no time, fans were gushing over Thor’s cuteness and how he’s already fitting right into the Norris household. But it wasn’t just an online sensation—Thor was about to make his first public appearance soon. Dutch GP is just right around the corner, and you planned that you’ll be bringing Thor with you to support Lando.

As the Dutch Grand Prix rolled in, the fanzone for McLaren was packed, despite the bad weather conditions, it was packed with fans, buzzing and waiting with anticipation for Lando and Oscar. When the both of them took the stage, the crowd cheered really loudly, it was electric. After a few series of questions about racing, the conversation had shifted to the new addition in your family—Thor.

“So, Lando,” the host began with a knowing grin, “we’ve all seen the new little superstar in your life. Tell us, how’s Thor settling in.”

The massive screen behind them flashed the instagram story that he posted when Thor was watching Bluey, “ah, there he is! Our little superstar!” Lando’s eyes lit up when he turned to look at it and began to explain.

“So, Thor…what can I say, he’s a total diva, honestly. Sassy, playful, chaotic—you name it, he’s also got this big boss energy, like he’s in charge of everything.” The crowd laughed as Lando continued, “the only way we can calm him down from the zoomies or the havoc he’s creating is by putting Bluey on the TV. Yeah, no joke, it’s the only time he’s not causing trouble.”

“Will Thor be coming to the race?” Lando’s smile grew wider as the host asked him.

“Actually, yes! Thor will be making his public debut on race day, and he’ll be coming with my fiancée.” When Lando dropped the bomb, the whole crowd went wild. “Ah yeah, I proposed to my girlfriend, y/n, over the summer break. So, yeah, we’re pretty much engaged now.” He smiled and there was an eruption of cheers and applause.

The host couldn’t resist teasing him. “So, Lando, not only are you engaged, but you’ve also joined the dog dad club? You’re just ticking off all the boxes!”

Lando chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in that endearing way he does when he’s a little shy. “Yeah, it’s been an eventful summer, that’s for sure.”

The fanzone erupted into deafening cheers again, Lando’s face split into a wide grin. Behind him, the massive screen flashed again a photo of the both of you with Thor, your engagement ring glinting in the sunlight. The next image showed a family photo of Lando’s family and your family, taken at his family’s estate, with Lando’s arm wrapped protectively around you while you held Thor. It was the day of the celebration of your engagement, and Thor looked just as much a part of the family as anyone else. It was very clear from the huge smile on Lando’s face that he couldn’t be more happier.

As the cheers finally began to die down, one of the fans in the front row passed Lando a stuffed Bluey toy. He laughed as he accepted it, holding it up for everyone to see. “This is perfect! Thor’s going to love this. Thanks, mate.”

The host turned to Lando, grinning from ear to ear. “You two make a really beautiful family, Lando. Welcome to the world of being dog parents—and congrats on the engament. We can’t wait to see Thor on race day!”

He looked out at the sea of smiling faces, his own smile widening. “Thank you. Thanks everyone. We’re excited for what’s to come—and so is Thor.”

As the event wrapped up, the fans continued to buzz about Lando’s announcement, the image of your little family was all over different social media platforms. There was a series of congratulations and well-wishes from everyone as well, especially from the other drivers on the grid, but Lando’s mind kept drifting back to the picture of your little family. The thought of Thor, the fluffy, playful America Eskimo, and the engagement ring that signifies the next chapter in both of your lives, brought an overwhelming sense of joy and excitement.

The fans weren’t just celebrating Lando’s achievements on the track anymore; they were celebrating the new, exciting chapter in his life—and yours too.

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landonorris i love you and thor so much. i’m fucking happy that you said yes to me, idk what i’ll do if you had said no 🙂‍↕️ ♥︎ liked by the author

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landonorris 🤪🤪🤪

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username2 lando and y/n getting engaged is not in my bingo card for this year!! 😭 nor lando getting a dog. but congratulations queen!

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yourusername WHAT IS OUR SON DOING? WHY IS HE LIKE THAT? LANDO???? 😭 ♥︎ liked by the author

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landonorris thanks mate!

charles_leclerc leo and thor needs to have a playdate soon. they’ll get along very well!

landonorris oh for sure, just text me

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username7 leo and thor playdate??? now that’s the content the audience want to see!!!

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