#what about you daud

[presiding]

revenge solves everything.

by @lexsnotdead commissioned for swan song, in which daud is haunted by regrets and jessamine kaldwin.

[geminison]

For you have a way of promising things

And I’ve been a forest fire

[graedari]

what if i went to the aquarium with @radjerda a lot and then made an entire Dishonored AU around an aquarium that then became an entire modern AU? :)

[pasdetrois]

i've been thinking about how haunted the outsider's marked must be—noticeably so, to the extent that any passerby can see it. as the most liminal character of the cast, it's most often remarked upon by people speaking of and to corvo (with the countless characters unnerved by him and describing him as some otherworldly spirit), but there is some measure of uncanniness present in all of them. but then, how could there not be? they're branded like sacred livestock (as though by an actual iron, if the animation is anything to go by), implied to be damned (see the heart line that says the void is where they draw their power from, but will ultimately be the place of their doom), and have been given a type of second sight and reach that hitherto only existed in blood soaked strictures and occult rumor.

consent is not even an afterthought here, and you certainly can not ask—to even try will likely earn you nothing more than the outsider's disdain. but if you are chosen, if there is something in you that has caught his eye, the trajectory of your life will be forever altered. you're no longer a human, but a character, a tragicomic figure that is allowed a glimpse behind the stage curtain that you have been suddenly made aware of, and given only one set of instructions: be interesting. and now, for a time, you're god's favorite, the darling of the narrative. until you're not. until he loses his interest in you—which he will! whether he leaves you with a fond accolade or a cold premonition, his favor is not infinite. human lives are short and the novel excitement of their decisions is even shorter, and there will always be someone new to catch his eye—and you're left to search for him in shadows that he no longer deigns to step foot in, while the play continues around you. and there is absolutely no one you can tell about it—how can one even sufficiently put it all to words? the only options left are to remain silent (as corvo does) or extend a fraction of his reach unto others (e.g. daud with the whalers, delilah with the brigmore witches, granny rags with the executioner). a simulacrum, ultimately, for the one who is and is not beyond humanity.

[irkedisaac]

theres one piece of dishonored lore that i want to know more than anything. why did the outsider mark daud?

i don't mean his actual, personal reason though. from what we've seen, the outsider offers his mark to people who have recently fallen from grace or otherwise tasted the bottom of a boot. corvo was framed for the murder of his empress and lover, emily was toppled from her throne by an egomaniacal despot.

but what about daud? did he botch some contract or get backstabbed in the early days of the whalers? what left him sobbing and hollow in the gutter and why was it so compelling to make god offer gifts?

[no-light-left-on]

I often wonder about the quote-unquote logistics of Corvo the Black/Emily the Butcher endings. Emily makes more sense to me, in a way, carving her way through the empire only to come back with blood caked under her fingernails and realising that she did everything her father refused to do 15 years ago. but why did Corvo have a similar choice?

what happens to the statues later? does Emily keep her father trapped in stone? does Corvo look at his daughter, frozen in the moment and considers freeing her? is he at his deathbed when he finally reaches out and cups Emily's cheek, freeing her into a carcass of an empire that he gutted for her, in her name, in the name of her mother?

when I first heard of the endings I thought that if you reach very high chaos, you are locked into this choice - Corvo or Emily tries to free the other and the stone just doesn't budge. they are trapped. the quest is over but the world knows that the bloodshed was extreme and this is the punishment they have to face

[yanara126-writing]

The Many Meetings of Death and Death (4/5) - Razor Rain

Daud is a wreck. Corvo is a player avatar. Neither of them is happy about it.

Well maybe the Outsider is.

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Read here or on Ao3 (2386 words)

Have fun! Comments always welcome! :)

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Thomas wakes to pain burning in his mind. Not the pain that is familiar, a stab wound, acid burns or even a bullet, but the agony of yawning emptiness in his soul, the likes of which he's only felt once before. During the Overseer attack.

This is worse. Back then (was it really only two weeks ago?) he was writhing in agony, clinging barely to consciousness as that awful sound set his left hand on fire and drilled itself through his skull, locking off that now cooly familiar connection through the void in his mind. That was better. It hurt horrendously, made even worse by knowing what it meant, that one of their own had betrayed them, but even then there was trust. Daud was coming. All Thomas had to do was live to see it.

Now there is no such trust. Groggy, in pain and his senses dulled Thomas knows well where is. And what the pain in his head means. He keeps his eyes shut, listens to the water rushing outside the window, and imagines, just for a short moment, that it's a few months earlier. That he's simply taken a hit to the head on a mission or an unlucky slip during training and that Montgomery is about to come and patch him up. That Daud will soon transverse right in front of his nose to rip him a new one for such an amateur mistake. That the worst the world can do to him lies a decade in the past next to the decaying corpses of his parents and their co-conspirators. He doesn't succeed.

A broken sob rips itself from his throat that has nothing to do with the pain. With effort he opens his eyes, forcing them to focus, even though he would rather do anything else in the world than face reality. Face the undeniable proof for the gaping hole in his mind where the bond has been for almost half his life. But Daud has trained him better than that. The world doesn't care for what you want, all you can do is face it and force your will onto it. And the rest is Void.

When his eyes finally focus and compensate for the waning light outside, every muscle in his body freezes. He is where expects to be, under the window in Daud's office. (Propped up against the wall rather than lying on the floor, his mask on the ground nudging his hand, which implies things that do not penetrate the pain and fog in his mind.) Not four metres away from him is Daud, slumped over his desk, framed by the setting sun shining through the other window. A whaler sword is stabbed through his back, wedged so deep it's pinning him to the wooden surface. Sightless eyes stare blankly back at Thomas. Blood still trickles slowly down his chin, collecting in a small puddle, soaking into the already waterlogged wood of the desk.

Thomas only doesn't scream because he stops breathing. His fingers are numb against the waterlogged floor. He is no stranger to death, has never been. Not before and certainly not with Daud. He has taken lives himself, in defense and otherwise, and has watched life drain from countless more. He has known for a long time that his own is unlikely to be peaceful and is content with that. But this is wrong in a way that tears into his soul anew, sinks its poisoned teeth into him and rips out his heart into tattered bits. Daud was supposed to be... Not untouchable, not anymore, not since that day six months ago, but unyielding. A rock in the branding, chipped and discoloured but firm against the rising tides.

Thomas has known for a while that something had to break, to give. Has watched Daud pace and skulk around the base with tight shoulders and tighter words, waiting for a reckoning they all knew had to come. Sitting in here, in the quiet office with only the sound of weepers shuffling past beneath the window, his legs aching from the awkward pose and the hole gaping in his soul, Thomas can't help thinking the universe made a mistake. This was never supposed to happen. Daud wasn't- Daud wasn't meant to die before Thomas. Thomas isn't blind, he quietly took Lurk's place for a reason, he is the best scout Daud has trained aside from her, and he is proud of it. He knows Daud meant to die to Attano. The fact that he spared the man when they fished him out of the Wrenhaven already half dead and then had them throw him into a barely secured pit is sign enough on its own, that he then sat here and just waited, refusing to order the Whalers to engage, is the curled signature under the execution order. Thomas is not happy about it, but he knows. He also knows Daud meant to make it an occasion, a challenge, a fight to keep Attano busy and make himself into the barely defeated monster. A hard earned victory for Attano and a cleaner conscience for Daud as he died.

The body staked to the desk has nothing to do with Thomas' master. It's not the Knife of Dunwall who died here, not the terror of the Isles, not Daud the assassin, Daud the man who plucked Thomas from certain death and gave him a weapon to fight all of Dunwall's horrors with, like he's saved so many others of their number. The broken bleeding corpse across from Thomas is not his master. It's a mutilated old man, barely recognisable and yet horrifyingly familiar.

No fight happened here. Daud didn't see it coming. Didn't even have the time to get up from his chair. Attano rammed a sword through him, one of their own, and Daud died alone, pinned to the desk like an insect in an exhibit at the academy, while Thomas lay unconscious on the floor. Morbidly he wonders if the fact that Daud's head is turned towards him means his master was looking at him in his last moments. Watching over Thomas' insensate body for one last time while was bleeding out and drowning in his own blood. He hopes not. He hopes it was over before Daud could notice that he wouldn't be granted his last fight. That Attano took even this from them. Or perhaps Daud was staring over to the window accusingly, demanding to know why Thomas didn't- didn't save him. Didn't do his job as he was trained to, didn't see Attano coming, didn't do what he came here to do and stayed here for even though he was ordered away. Another sob forces itself from Thomas' chest and it sounds like it reverberates through the gaping hole in his head.

Slowly, still dizzy from what was most definitely a modified sleep dart and from the shattered remnants of the bond clouding his perception, he drags himself off the ground. He stumbles the few steps over to Daud's body and crumples  again next to his master. His knees hit the floor with a thud and as he stares into dead, glassy eyes staring through him, nothing can hold the flood ripping through him anymore. One sob turns into many and soon he is a mess on the floor, as broken as the corpse before him. The tears flowing from his eyes burn, as if themselves made of the acid Thomas feels shredding his chest. Grief, fear, hatred, all intermingling into one dizzying concoction of emotion that threatens to drown him. He looks to the body, the pool of blood he can now see that collected on the ground beneath, to the tip of the sword that juts from- from the chest into the desk, his breath having turned into wet gasps, as if it was the still warm blood choking him rather than hot tears.

He doesn't know how long he kneels there on the ground, losing all sense of time as he can't look away from the corpse's eyes. They're not accusing, they're not surprised, not pained, they're only empty, like the glass pearl Jordan wears in her empty socket. As if no one had ever been behind them. Until Thomas can't take it anymore and slowly lifts his trembling hand. He tries to be gentle, to be soft, but he doesn't know he can be anymore. It feels less like closing Daud's eyes for the last time, and rather like forcing down a corpse's eyelids. There is nothing gentle in the action, nothing soothing when there is nothing to soothe left, only the desperate need to not have to see anymore.

It's somehow worse after. He stares at his hand, the feeling of dead, cold flesh ingrained in his fingertips. It's not the first body he's touched, not even the first body of someone he's known and loved.

It gets more difficult every time.

But this is wrong in many more ways. It's wrong that Daud is dead, it's wrong that he died sitting, it's wrong that Thomas could reach out and touch him like this. Daud's touches have always been precious things, treasures given in rare moments of intimacy. Receiving the mark as he holds their hand through the burning of the new connection in their mind. A rough shove or yank in missions gone sideways. Fleeting flashes of personal attention that many saw and all keep silent about. He helped Jordan slot in her new eye. He tied off the bandages around Misha's chest. He stitched a cut above Billie's eye. He clasped Thomas' shoulder after his first solo scouting mission. They are given, never taken.

Reaching out and touching him seals reality in a way that nothing else has. Not the gaping ragged hole in his mind, not the sword stabbed clean through the body, not the sight of empty eyes. The feeling of stiff, creased, rapidly cooling skin against his fingers.

The door flies open with a crack, slamming into the wall to reveal Rulfio, no mask to be seen but sword ready in hand. He freezes in the doorway as he takes in the sight. The bang rips something loose in Thomas and he stumbles to his feet, glancing over at Rulfio who still stands by the door, the older Whaler's face caught somewhere between anguish and resignation, shoulders slumped and hands curled into desperate, helpless fists.

Like a spark ignited rage fills Thomas, burning through the grief and terror and dousing it in blessedly mind-numbing hatred and fury. Some Whalers rely on emotion to keep them above water, draw on spite and anger to be able to do their jobs and sleep at night. Thomas has never been one of them, but in that moment he understands. The intoxicating feeling of seething resentment, the burning need for vengeance. It's not just Thomas. It's all of them, all Whalers, their family, that Attano took this from. And perhaps it was deserved. Perhaps it was fair. The death of a killer (how many of their family have died to Attano's hands? He doesn't even know yet.) for the death of an empress. But Thomas learnt long ago, locked behind a basement door and trying to set his own broken fingers, that the world doesn't give people what they deserve. And he refuses to let this be the only time it does.

With a snarl he turns to the body, grips the sword impaling it and yanks. He can feel the blade grind along bone and sinew as he forces it out. The body is jostled with the movement, and Thomas nearly vomits. Eventually the sword comes free, bloodied tip to hilt. Thomas' knuckles go white as he clenches it. Rulfio hasn't moved from the door, watching Thomas with a strange look in his eyes.

Outside someone screams, a heart wrenching roar muffled by a Whalers' mask. Rulfio flinches and turns to the window, his usually tan skin white as a sheet in the setting sun. Thomas chokes on another sob. His head feels fuzzy and nausea rises in his throat, and yet he knows he cannot stop now. There is no stopping anymore. There wasn't for Daud, and Thomas will follow him as he always has.

He drops the sword the desk like it burns his fingers and turns back to the body. His hands shake as he reaches out and slowly slips off Daud's coat. It takes some maneuvering to get it off the stiffening body without having to touch it too much, and Thomas feels like he's suffocating the entire time, like he's committing a terrible sacrilege and the void itself is crushing him for it. Eventually he has it in hand, sticky with not quite dried blood, the back ripped open where the sword stabbed through it. Unable to stop his shivering he can't look up from the ruined coat.

The sound of leather on wood eventually makes Thomas glance back up, to find Rulfio hesitating one stop into the room, that strange look again in his eyes as he fixates on Thomas.

The screaming outside has tapered down into muted sobbing, but the voices have multiplied. He can hear some clambering, Whalers long used to the void in their step trying to figure out how to safely enter the building again without their transversals.

Thoma swallows, his breath shaky, and squares his shoulders. No stopping.

He shrugs off his own blue coat and lays it over Daud like a blanket, like he simply fell asleep over their reports again. Then he takes the ruined red coat, torn and stained as it is, and draws it over his own back. It's uncomfortable, it's too big, it's filthy, and it fans the flames of hatred making his face burn. He takes the sword, red and gleaming, and turns to Rulfio.

Rulfio looks back, emotions racing across face too fast for Thomas to see, if he had anything left to even care about them. He glances between Thomas and the body and the window. Then something seems to click or maybe break and steel fills eyes. He draws himself up, taller than Thomas, his shoulders tight and he nods. No words are needed.

Thomas grips the sword tighter.

It's time for hunting.

[kiwiwinjindouche]

daud for the character ask :^)

How I feel about this character

I'm so normal about him too!!!! (well, at least more than with Kirin/BONK) love the ace dad so much!! ace sweep!!!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Ngl, I might ship Corvo with Kirin, but I like Corvo and Daud (and Jess) too (forgot the ship name with the 3 lmao help)

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Daud and the Whalers does that count??? I mean it's the easy answer but 😔​(at least another S tier trio with Billie and Thomas)

My unpopular opinion about this character

...idk if I have any?? the only thing I could think about is on the Flooded District but like, that's not about Daud :')

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

(Don't touch the knife king </3 /hj) I think his character arc is already pretty good, it's just the whole "it's the Outsider's fault" kinda bullshit that seems a bit more odd than the rest maybe? but the assassin who killed the Empress to regrets and Delilah is peaked I think

(DH1's story (including DLCs) and narrative is just so good idk, I prefer it to DH2's story (shoking I know!!))

Also I wish his quest for the knife wasn't completely hidden behind the books. It's been a while since I finished DoTO (and all I do is going back to the Bank) so I forgot if it's mentionned at some point in the game or not tho?

[wardensantoineandevka]

god, I really have to play Dishonored + Knife of Dunwall + Brigmore Witches again

[presiding]

How you'd rewrite Dishonored death of the outsider if it was fully fledged game with 10 missions? (like Dishonored or Dishonored 2)

Oooh!! Enrichment in my enclosure - thank you for asking! Thinking about a total rewrite was a great exercise. Fair disclaimer: I haven’t read the books & their canon-status can’t hurt me. To me, the Dishonored games stand out due to their immsim design philosophy, and thinking about some of the industry reasons for DotO’s departure from that, if I could make a standalone game with ~ten levels I would, but with the same budget I’d also happily make two DLCs made slowly over a longer timeframe with greater attention to detail.

Game structure

Finding Daud // Billie’s past

The fate of the Outsider // Billie’s future

Game story

Setting & Characters

Billie: What has Billie been doing since she’s returned to Serkonos? Knowing the Dreadful Wale will sink, she’s sold it for scrap & has set up an agency in Lower Aventa. She’s something of a detective/odd-jobs man (& assassin when it suits her). Business is booming, life is good. I think a long-running implication that she's becoming Daud in some ways would make for an interesting subplot.

Karnaca: a city that unfolds. In the first levels, Billie feels like a forgotten woman, a ghost slipped through the cracks, but as levels progress there are hints & references to how her past actions have affected others & shaped the city

Alignments: Witches, gangs, religion, industry; missions for clients who can’t necessarily pay their way. Missions that allow the player to explore/understand Karnaca in a deeper way.

Daud: Billie is unsure if Daud again will bring her any closure. She’s been thinking of him since her time with Emily, and his name keeps popping up.

Deirdre: the charm is a more functional heart, similar to Jessamine, as well as her own character design. Perhaps she doesn’t see Deirdre until she chooses the powers, or until she’s in the void (see next point)

First arc: Finding Daud // Billie’s past

Powers: the Outsider offers Billie powers even though her life is finally, actually good, so she’s pissed off. A choice - she can take them, or play no powers mode.

Breanna Ashworth is this arc’s villain - she wants Delilah back, and knows that Daud has banished her before, wants to know how he did it. Grief & desperation has changed her, and she no longer has her high society veneer. The remnants of the Karnaca coven, now powerless, have stolen from the Overseers to arm themselves to the teeth, and to neutralise Daud’s powers, in addition to black bonecharms.

Billie’s in a race against time against Breanna to find Daud, but by the last level it becomes clear that Breanna *has* found Daud, and has been torturing him for information about the void. Her dynamic with Billie is complicated by their past.

I think betrayal would be an interesting theme, so maybe one of the levels gives you the option to ally yourself with Breanna under false pretences.

Second arc: choosing the fate of the Outsider // Billie’s future

Delilah is the core villain, but she’s obsessed with killing the Outsider so she can take his place, having been violently ripped from her perfect world in her own painting by Breanna (who meant well), & knowing the Empire doesn’t hold her interest... but a perfectly mouldable void & infinite power does take her fancy.

As remorseful Daud is obsessing about preventing Delilah from taking power, Billie’s doing some detective work and learns more about the Outsider (he’s not showing up and monologuing - she’s finding this out herself. A level idea could be a raid on a ‘haunted’ houses where the void is thin)

Delilah succeeds in taking the Outsider's place, leaving the Outsider dead or mortal depending on if you are able to save him. Delilah has split her soul from herself before and she’s very much clever enough to learn the Outsider’s name to render him mortal.

Daud knows he’s dying, though, and it might be an ultimate sacrifice to save both Billie’s life, and the Outsider’s.

So during the final battle, there’s an option to make Daud the Outsider, because Daud wants Billie and the Outsider to have a shot at a normal life, and his life was forfeit in his own mind…

… or, reluctantly accepting the Outsider’s help, Billie finds a way to cut the void’s access to the world, rendering Delilah an all powerful god over a dead & silent world.

Because of the past/present focus of this you could even have levels set in the past - missions with Billie & Daud. Perhaps Billie as POV character, and Daud dropping by the way that Billie did in Knife of Dunwall. That’d be neat.

A heap of ideas here, hope there was something you liked :)

[kredensik]

im gonna have to do a fanart about it

[chesthighwater]

oh hey look! tumblr user chesthighwater wrote some overseer lore without sexualising it immediatel-

NEVER MIND. never the FUCK mind.

[relto]

omg i actually managed to finish this mission without being detected

[robynator]

obsessed with how daud canonically chooses to forgive billie when she gives him the choice between killing her and showing her mercy after she betrays him

obsessed with how just a few months later, daud does the same, placing his life in the hands of a man whose life he completely ruined, asking to be spared and, against all odds, walking away from that encounter alive

obsessed with the alternatives you're given to those options as well

how, if you choose to kill billie in low chaos she helps you guide the blade. how she looks up at you and smiles as you stab her. how you hold her hand as she dies and don't let go even after she's gone

how, in high chaos, you just don't get that choice. her death is brutal, just like all the other deaths at your hand. like she said, what's one more body? but she's not just one more body. she's your second in command, your confidant, the closest thing you have to a daughter. you don't kill her with the same detachment you do for everyone else. you don't simply pull her onto your blade, you grab her by the throat as you stab her. it's brutal and it's personal, and that makes it so much worse

how, if you end brigmore witches with high chaos, corvo will kill you because you are not true to your word. you say that you feel remorse over jessamine's murder and yet your actions speak otherwise. you are not sincere in your words and while corvo may not know that, the game does. and it's telling you that that's the only way it could end. that if daud goes down that path he will not ever better his ways, nor will he be given the chance to. the only way daud can live is if he is actually committed to change

but despite all those options, in canon, daud gives billie the chance to leave and make a new life for herself. and corvo does the same for daud. and that is a parallel i think a lot about

[thankyoudanielfest]

Thank you, Daniel! Fest – First wave roundup post.

Here's the second wave roundup post.

Did you feel that outpouring of love yesterday? That was all the creativity unleashed within the first reveal wave of our fest! As promised, here's the roundup post so you don't miss out on anything!

Fics:

The Designated Alternate Universe Driver (DAUD) by @fiveredlights

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 483 words (chapter 1/2)

Daniel doesn't pass out when he finds out who the 2025 DAUD is. Benjamin wishes he did. There was a whole bet going. 

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In The Eye of a Hurricane (there is quiet) by @shineon3

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 5,1k words (complete)

Max is the one who gets the call. He steps outside to take it, surprise and shock bleeding through his body language. Daniel watches over him until he comes back inside the small coffee shop, flashing him a small smile. “Good news?” “Great news,” Max’s grin widens. Or: Love, healing, and all the ugly in-between.

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Putting Cares To Rest by @sillystappen

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 2,8k words (complete)

Daniel has changed the way his room looks quite a bit this year. OR f you want 100 words(ish): The 2024 season has not been kind to Daniel, in fact he doesn't know if Formula 1 ever was. The narrative seems to have doomed him from the start. Part of him wants to beg, to scream, to cry that his time is not over, that he can still be one of the greats. But he's being realistic, and despite the hurt he knows that it's all good and done. He's going to let it all go, change his point of view, and move forward. What else can he do?

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Late night pick-up by @sequinsandfins

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 4.7k words (chapter 1/2)

Ricky Bob Motors is a full service garage. Daniel likes hot guys and hot cars, and luckily for him, he is not in short supply of either. When he finds a hot guy who likes to be fucked over the hood of his own car, even better.

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Worth Everything by @beth1814

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 2,4k words (complete)

After Singapore, Daniel went home to Australia, Max shows up after Abu Dhabi saying he is retired. Does Daniel risk everything and admit his feelings to Max?

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a star in the face of the sky by @champagneshoey

girl!Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 4,8k words (ongoing)

Always the media’s darling, endless articles get published in the wake of her departure. She doesn’t need to read them all. She knows they draw the same conclusion: The future of women in Formula 1 does not include Danielle Ricciardo.

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Get It Right Back by @overtake

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 6,6k words, (chapter 1/4)

Daniel grips cold porcelain between his fingers and watches the veins in his hand push against the skin with the effort. He takes one long, deep breath and takes stock of himself. His hair is freshly cut. His suit is tailored perfectly. When he smiles at his reflection, he can see a brief glimpse of the guy who once had a C over his chest and skated more naturally than he walked. Toronto is going to be different, he promises himself. If this is his last chance at a Stanley Cup, he isn't leaving without a fight.

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formless shape by anonymous

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 3,3k words (complete)

One week after he comes home for real (for good, maybe), Daniel makes himself text Max, even though thinking about anything and anybody related to F1 feels like raking himself over hot coals. It wasn’t Max’s fault, even if, in the end, Max wasn’t enough to save him. Or: a story about an alternate Daniel who isn't living his best life after he gets kicked out of F1 and needs a little help getting there.

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growing sideways by @thewindowatkirkland

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 20,8k words (complete)

“We’re in Monaco,” Max says, “and you haven’t lived in either of those places for a very long time, Daniel. Since 2013.” It must be fucking amnesia, Daniel reasons, because when he went to bed last night it was July 2012. And here a grown up Max Verstappen is, telling him 2013 was a very long time ago. OR: daniel wakes up in a bed he doesn’t recognise, next to a man he doesn’t know.

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tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow – podfic by @tkaptains, fic by whimsicule

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 1.5 hours (chapter 1/3)

But before Max leaves them all in the dust, it’s Daniel’s turn. It has to be. Christian doesn’t get to decide that it isn’t. Because Daniel has given his all to this team, and he has waded through shit for this team, and this – retirement after fucking retirement – cannot be the end of the road. He deserves – no. He has earned it; to be there when this shitbox of a car finally improves and the gap to Mercedes closes. So despite a voice in the back of his mind saying, get out while you still can, dipshit – Daniel is staying at Red Bull.

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Edits and creations:

Daniel and the shoey by @overtake

Daniel themed necklace by @alasarys

All good, All Ways embroidery by @pitforwets

Music video by @notthehardtyres

Please show some love to everyone who participated! All of the people above have done an incredible job and we applaud them.

There is of course more to come but all in due time ❤️ See you on 24th of December for the second reveal wave!

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at what point is it acceptable to start posting about my 2 million whaler children