#vc-01

[thymehallward]

June before June ends :]

[f1archives]

Liam Lawson in the paddock after finishing P8 in sprint qualifying - Brazil, 2024 (📷 Kym Illman)

[weishaupts]

anyways athera hates nugs sm

[wiedzm1n]

@riiese   said   :   ❛ i could keep you safe. they are all afraid of me. ❜

it  was  funny  in  a  way  that  was  strangely  touching  at  the  very  same  time.  the  witcher  found  himself  making  a  study  of  the  one  spoke,  bending  his  neck  back  and  staring  into  the  clouds  in  order  to  do  so.  he  appeared  to  be  humanoid,  but  no  man  that  geralt  ever  saw  had  been  so  tall.  no  man  had  any  right  to  be  as  tall  as  the  trees  around  him,  anyway.

dangerous  —  deathly  dangerous,  geralt  instinctively  cautioned  himself.  but  when the  giant  had  offered  to  keep  him  safe,  geralt  was  even  more taken  aback.

❝      that’s  funny,       ❞       he  noted  with  a  chuckle,  motioning  towards  the  silver  blade  across  his  back.  not  only  did  geralt  not  have  enough  time  to  unsheathe  it,  but  he  was  beginning  to  believe  that  doing  so  would  have  proven  unnecessary.      ❝       they  all  fear  me  too.  all  of  the  ones  intelligent  enough  to  do  so,  but  i  suppose  that’s  their  business  if  they  would  like  to  find  out  just  how  vulnerable  i’m  not.  but  thank  you,  friend,  i  do  appreciate  the  offer.       ❞

[sharpsuite]

Does he understand the appeal of these particular games? No, not in the slightest.

[starlightdive]

@darkenforcer

"Yuri? Got a moment?" Lilli pokes her head through the door, offering a small smile. They'd been coworkers for a while, but...

"Sorry to pester you about law when you're off the clock, but I wanted to ask about how we would document something like, say... a monster attack," she puts a hand on her hip. "We can't exactly press charges on a Polwiggle or a Stone Golem, you know." Not that she's seen too many monsters of these types here in Spirale... but she's sure there's some sort of monsters to worry about. There always are.

And Lilli knows how the agency is about paperwork... if and when something like that happens, she'd rather know ahead of time.

"Would it count as an animal attack? I'm not seeing an option for monsters on the forms..."

[grymfared]

❲ @weavebcund ❳

This strange city was a far cry from the familiar surroundings of Baldur's Gate, or in fact any place in Faerûn that Malchior had ever been in. Well, maybe that was a lie- there were some similarities, but not enough for him to feel any sort of comfort- he'd been able to navigate somewhat ⎛ mostly with Raven's help- truly, the tressym had been his saving grace after he'd fallen into such misery ⎠ - the locals found him handsome and charming, he had caught a fair amount of people looking his way, and wasn't that nostalgic?

He and Rorek had been rather well liked back in Baldur's Gate. And speaking of Rorek ...

Brown hair with a gentle wave. The garb of a wizard- Malchior's heart skips a beat and he snatches Raven up from the spot she'd chosen for a quick nap ⎛ much to her chagrin- ⎠ and the tressym lets out a startled meow as she's squeezed a little too tightly.

Numbly, Malchior loosens his grip and allows her to land beside him as he simply stares at the man before him. Upon closer inspection, the man is most certainly not Rorek, but ... perhaps in another lifetime ...

He sees himself growing old with the wizard at his side. They spend their youth exploring Faerûn, considering following the path of the city's founder- deciding against it in favor of simply settling down, because they've earned it. Rorek is older, but no less handsome, and Malchior's white hair doesn't look so out of place for his age. Two tressyms are curled up by a warm hearth- In another life, they're happy.

The vision fades and he's faced again with the situation at hand. Raven looks up at him with no small amount of concern, and Malchior realizes that he's crying. ❝ Sorry- I ... ❞

How was he supposed to explain this one?

❝ You ... I thought you were someone else- an old companion of mine ... ❞

[ultimatelifefcrm]

@witchoftrinity

"If it's already starting to get hot outside, why don't you put your hair up in a braid?" He had overheard her complaints and couldn't help but pipe up with the suggestion. It was practically a kneejerk suggestion.

"Or cut it." No matter how he tried to save it, it wasn't going to work.

[horoffic]

@eusarca

👻 "So you are Kyrie. I wasn't sure since you were so green." The sun was setting which meant that Perona's bat instincts had told her it was fine to fly. She wanted to explore Diapool but had come across a familiar face on the town's outskirts instead.

Smirking from above has they had walked below her, Perona had been dangling upside down from a tree branch with her wings wrapped around her. If not for the ears and the hands and feet, you might've mistaken her for a vampire.

"This situation is a little weird, don't you think? But I like your hair! Very pretty."

[antoake]

"Have you ever tried to pet one of them before?"

He's crouched, hand extended towards a passing radiocat -- wiggling his fingers enticingly, as if it was simply another cat...as far as he could gather, it was still very much just a cat...and cats exist to be petted and doted upon. Even if they seem to live on the streets and look abnormal. (If people can love a hairless cat, someone would love a radiocat. Or maybe he's just weird.)

"I've gotten rather fond of them. I quite like seeing them when I leave the house to browse the shops...it's reminiscent of the strays and wild animals that would roam around town and the hills there."

The man he speaks to reminds him a little bit of Klaus: tall and reserved, with the same kind eyes as the man his sister was friends with (he hopes Iris and Klaus are well in his absence, now that he thinks of them).

@astrallithid

[swordsovereign]

@deathreversed ❲ phantasm amalgam, part 1 ❳

Ah, Death's evoker. After all the asking for familiarity, Seofon wasn't sure what to think about seeing the young mage. Her pact with Death gave her power that made her dangerous, and wasn't that something that made him want to ... at least keep an eye on her...

She's changed ever since the Captain showed her kindness. She has a place to belong.

She had one. The Captain isn't here. She doesn't have to hold back, does she? I want to have faith. I trust the Captain, and if the fearless leader of that crew says that Nier's not a threat, then I won't treat her like one. It's called benefit of the doubt and positive thinking. You should try it.

For once, Anosiete didn't have a response. Seofon counted that as a massive win on his part.

❝ It's nice to see a familiar face, ❞ Well, she's familiar to him, but he's not sure if it goes both ways. With all the coming and going on the Grandcypher, it was hard for everyone to keep track of each other. Of who they'd met and who they'd only heard of in passing... But everyone knew about the Eternals, right?

Sierokarte had often teased him about the fact that no one knew who he was at first glance. The captain hadn't known about the Eternals when they'd first met either. Ok, but most people did, right?

❝ It's me, Seofon! Leader of the Eternals! I think this is the first time we've really met, but I've seen you here and there on the Grandcypher. What's brought you to this neck of the woods? ❞

[f1archives]

Yuki Tsunoda arriving for practice day - Brazil, 2024 (📷 Kym Illman)

[warriorcrown]

@waelahst // meat puppets.

to say this lovely gentleman had a few screws loose was seemingly a generous statement. the honorable, sacred grounds of the dead he had presumably dug up on his own spoke ample of it character, as did his very existence. no sane person would sing the praises of rotting bodies operating on invisible strings in order to move about. it was depressing. eerie.

even for a man surrounded by carnage and mayhem, vegeta found himself put off.

" is that question rhetorical? "

maybe it was poised towards himself, as the madman seemed the only creature in the vicinity capable of admiring these miserable sacks of flesh. even the meat puppets themselves seemed despairing, recognizing the fault in their reanimation and lamenting it with groans out of tattered, decaying vocal cords.

" are the living so put off by you that you have to settle for the dead? "

[hollowfaith]

「✧」 After the surprise wears off, the first thing Aurelius does is take a step back while crinkling his brows.

"You're too close," he complains.

He's been careful so far to remain mostly untainted by the strange hues haunting the other residents of the island. Not only was it annoying to get splotches of color on his suit, he doesn't even like pink (too loud and ostensibly in your face).

Unfortunately, they're sharing the same elevator for the next 100 floors in a fancy high-rise in Fibonacci. The buttons have long been stained a veritable rainbow, and even the walls show patches of color from where people leaned against them. Aurelius is careful to keep his distance from those as well while narrowing his eyes at his unwanted companion.

Pointed ears, pointed fingers, a rather...delicate-looking tail, and some sort of horns on their head...? If it wasn't for the absence of malice in the air, he'd suspect the other was a demon. Perhaps they were a devil of a different sort, as a subtle sense of danger echoes in his instincts.

"Keep your distance," Aurelius warns before looking at his watch. How long will this elevator trip take?

@viladlind ໒꒱

[sharpsuite]

" . . . I didn't realize sleep time would need to be mandated. "

[rhaenyrsa]

The daughter of Harrenhal was an oddity, yet Rhaenyra didn't mind it all too much. There were plenty of oddities in her world, such as her half - brother taking her birthright, her son dying . . . Perhaps they weren't such oddities as they were tragedies. Regardless, the reputation the girl she stared at now did not frighten her. There were worse things in the world than the ramblings of a woman.

She looks like him, but she won't say it. She bears the same strong - eyed gaze that Harwin did, the same dark locks that sprout from her boys' heads. It must be a coincidence. “ I never got to write after Lord Strong and his son passed. ” She says, hands clasped behind her back. “ I can only imagine the effects it had here. All this to say, I hope this place is thriving as it once was. ” The girl doesn't say anything, which Rhaenyra takes as a cue to leave. She clears her throat, a silent way to say excuse me, and moves to leave.

@linament: An eye for an eye.

It strikes her to her core, those same words repeating in her mind in the Dowager Queen's voice. An eye for an eye, a son for a son. Rhaenyra turns around to look at Alys, trying her best to hide her surprise and horror. “ An extreme philosophy, until one is put in the spot to live it, wouldn't you agree? ” A reality for her, a horrific, brutal reality. “ Though, completely fair and just. It leaves no room for mercy, however, and where would we all be without mercy? ” She sighs, hands clasped together. “ Forgive me, I'm not sure what came over me. Shall we go back inside? ”