#what do you want me to do? commit TREASON?

[six-seasons-andamovie]

It's now official that every holiday season I will have two blog themes. One at the first half, one the second.

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (1/2) | pranking the parents

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc (click here for part two) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐) : when you prank your boyfriend’s mom or sister, he plays along a little too well...will they take your side?

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 1208

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : im running out of pics to use for the banner omfg

ʚ・max verstappen

spending time with max and his sister, victoria, was always entertaining.

the three of you were lounging in the verstappen living room, a race playing faintly in the background while max scrolled through his phone, feet kicked up on the coffee table.

you stretched dramatically, looking over at him. “babe, can you grab me some water from the kitchen?”

max didn’t even glance up, completely deadpan as he muttered—

“do i look like your assistant?”

silence.

you barely had time to process what happened next.

victoria’s head snapped toward max so fast, you swore she almost gave herself whiplash.

her eyebrows shot up, pure disbelief etched across her face.

“max, what the hell? be nice.”

max, still committed to the bit, shrugged. “what? she can walk.”

victoria’s expression darkened.

and before max could react, a pillow came flying across the room, smacking him directly in the face.

you gasped, quickly covering your mouth to hold back laughter.

max blinked, stunned, the pillow still resting in his lap. “did you just—”

victoria crossed her arms, unimpressed. “go help her before i make you regret it.”

max groaned, dragging himself off the couch like it was the biggest inconvenience of his life. “fine. but i want it on record that i was forced.”

you smirked as he trudged toward the kitchen, victoria shaking her head in pure disappointment.

“you put up with that?” she asked, exasperated.

you grinned. “eh, he’s useful sometimes.”

from the kitchen, max’s voice rang out. “i heard that.”

ʚ・lewis hamilton

family dinners with the hamiltons were always a warm affair, good food, laughter, and anthony hamilton’s unmatched ability to tell stories that had everyone hooked.

you nudged lewis gently. “babe, can you grab me a drink from the fridge?”

without missing a beat, he shrugged lazily, not even looking up from his plate.

“you have legs, don't you?”

the table fell silent.

lewis barely registered the shift in energy before his dad, anthony hamilton himself, slowly turned to him.

“lewis carl davidson hamilton.”

lewis froze mid-bite. oh, no.

anthony placed his fork down with a deliberate slowness that made the whole moment so much worse.

“what did you just say to y/n? ‘she has legs?’ well, so do you, be a gentleman!”

your hand was clamped over your mouth, trying so hard not to laugh.

lewis, already feeling the heat, looked around for an escape route. “dad, it’s a joke—”

anthony didn’t let him finish.

“no, what’s a joke is me raising a son who forgets his manners.”

at that moment, lewis knew he had lost.

sighing dramatically, he pushed back his chair, already getting up. “alright, alright, i’m going!”

anthony nodded approvingly, taking a sip of his drink. “that’s more like it.”

as lewis disappeared into the kitchen, you exchanged a knowing glance with his dad, who simply smirked.

“give him a hard time, yeah?” anthony murmured, and you grinned.

“oh, always.”

ʚ・george russell

you reached for the sugar but stopped just short, looking at george. “babe, can you pass me the sugar?”

george barely glanced up from his tea, a smirk creeping onto his lips.

“what, are your hands broken?”

silence.

dramatic, suffocating, judgmental silence.

then—a sharp gasp.

“george william russell!”

george physically flinched.

his mother had set her teacup down with force, staring at him like he had just committed high treason against the british monarchy.

he looked between you and his mum, instantly regretting everything.

“mum, it’s not that serious,” he tried, hands slightly raised in defense.

alison placed a hand over her chest, shaking her head in pure disappointment.

“it is very serious. where did i go wrong with you?”

you were seconds away from losing it, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

finally, you cracked, giggling as you waved your hands in surrender.

“it’s a prank!” you admitted, barely able to get the words out.

george sighed in relief, running a hand through his hair. “bloody hell, you nearly got me disowned.”

alison, however, was unfazed, lifting her tea to her lips as she shook her head.

“y/n, you could do so much better.”

george nearly spilled his tea.

“mu—are you serious?!”

you grinned, winking at alison.

“maybe.”

ʚ・carlos sainz

reyes sainz effortlessly kept everyone in check without even raising her voice.

which is exactly why you knew this prank would be perfect.

the family was gathered around the table, laughter and conversation flowing easily as you reached for your glass.

you turned to carlos, your voice sweet. “cariño, can you grab me a napkin?”

carlos, not even looking up from his plate, shrugged.

“get it yourself.”

silence.

instant. deafening. silence.

you felt the temperature drop by ten degrees as carlos’ mother, reyes, slowly set down her fork.

then, in the calmest, most dangerous voice, she said—

“perdón?” (excuse me?)

carlos finally looked up, suddenly very aware that the entire table was staring at him.

you could feel the panic radiating off him as he quickly backtracked, already regretting every life choice that led him to this moment.

reyes’ gaze remained sharp, assessing.

then, with the slightest tilt of her head, she said—

“carlos, go get it before i do something you’ll regret.”

carlos shot up so fast, his chair nearly tipped over as he rushed to the napkin holder.

you lost it, laughter spilling out as the entire table erupted in amusement.

reyes simply shook her head, taking a sip of her wine. “you two are ridiculous, but, y/n, if he ever speaks to you like that again, you tell me.”

carlos, returning defeated, dropped the napkin in front of you with a glare.

you grinned, leaning in. “what's it like getting scolded by your mother, amor?”

ʚ・charles leclerc

spending time with charles and his brothers, arthur and lorenzo, was always entertaining.

three leclerc men in one room meant a mix of teasing, bickering, and an unspoken rule that charles could never win an argument.

which is why you knew this prank would be gold.

“oh, charles, can you grab my sunglasses from the car?”

charles, casually sipping his espresso, waved a hand dismissively.

“that's far, get it yourself”

silence.

dead. serious. silence.

arthur whipped his head around so fast, you thought he might get whiplash.

“charles. that’s not how you talk to your girlfriend.”

lorenzo, who had been calmly eating his meal, set his fork down with purpose.

“apologize. immediately.”

charles’ expression shifted from smug to terrified in under two seconds.

his green eyes darted between his brothers, realization dawning that he was outnumbered, outgunned, and completely screwed.

“guys, relax, it’s not that—”

arthur leaned forward, voice dead serious. “no. apologize.”

you pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh, but the way charles was visibly sweating was making it so much harder.

finally, you cracked, bursting into laughter.

arthur and lorenzo turned to you, confused, as you giggled uncontrollably.

“it’s a prank,” you admitted, wiping away a tear.

arthur sat back, sighing dramatically. “i was about to throw my fork at you, charles.”

lorenzo took another sip of his drink, completely unfazed. “the threat still stands.”

charles muttered something under his breath as he begrudgingly got up to fetch your sunglasses.

you smirked, watching him walk away. “i love this family.”

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[solxamber]

Receiving Gifts on White Day with: Savanaclaw

go here for other dorms

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is leaning against your doorframe like he’s been there for hours—which, knowing him, means he probably showed up ten minutes ago and decided waiting was too much effort. He’s got a small, hastily wrapped box in one hand and the absolute laziest expression on his face.

��Tch. You’re finally awake,” he drawls, tilting his head as if he wasn’t the one who decided to show up at an ungodly hour. “Took you long enough.”

You rub the sleep from your eyes, glancing at the box. “You’re one to talk. Did you just roll out of bed and come straight here?”

Leona smirks, tossing the box at you with a careless flick of his wrist. “What do you think?”

You barely catch it in time, noting the messily tied ribbon and the clear signs of last-minute effort. “Wow. Such romance. Did you bite this?”

He huffs, crossing his arms. “I don’t see you complaining.”

Curious, you open the box—and immediately pause. Inside is an assortment of high-quality chocolates, but tucked beneath them is… his scarf. The one he wears all the time. The one that still smells exactly like him.

Your heart stutters. “Leona, is this—?”

“Just take it,” he grumbles, looking off to the side. “If you’re gonna get all sentimental, at least do it quietly.”

Oh, he’s so embarrassed. You grin, stepping closer and very deliberately wrapping his scarf around your neck. “Guess I’ll have to wear this all the time now.”

His ears twitch. His tail flicks. And then—before you can react—he yanks you forward by the scarf, leaning in until his lips are just by your ear.

“You better,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerously smooth.

….You’re not surviving this day.

Ruggie Bucchi

The moment you open the door, Ruggie is already eating one of the chocolates meant for you.

“‘Morning, sweetpea,” he greets around a mouthful, grinning like he hasn’t just committed high treason.

You stare at him. Stare at the half-empty box in his hands. Stare harder.

“Ruggie.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you eating my White Day chocolates?”

He gasps—actually gasps—like you just falsely accused him of a crime. “Hey, c’mon. Ours. These are ours.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re literally eating them right now.”

Ruggie snickers, popping another one into his mouth before handing over what’s left of the box. “I was just making sure they weren’t poisoned! ‘Cause I love you and all.”

You take the box, scanning the tragic remains of what was probably very expensive chocolate. “I swear, I’m putting a lock on my snacks.”

“Pfft, like that’s gonna stop me.” Then—before you can react—he leans in and nuzzles his nose against your cheek, grinning against your skin. “Besides, don’t I deserve a little boyfriend tax for all my hard work?”

“What hard work?”

“Being this charming.”

You stare at him. Contemplate throwing a chocolate at his face. Instead, you pop one into your mouth and deliberately hum in satisfaction.

Ruggie immediately pouts. “Oiii, c’mon, don’t be mean—”

“Partner tax,” you say smugly.

His ears flick back. Then, with a very exaggerated sigh, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in.

“…Guess I’ll just have to earn some extra payment, huh?”

….You walked right into that one.

Jack Howl

Jack stands at your door, gripping a small box like it’s a life-or-death mission. His ears twitch, tail swishing slightly, as he very seriously presents his offering.

“Here,” he says gruffly, shoving it forward with concerning force.

You take it before he accidentally crushes it. “Jack, relax. It’s just White Day.”

He immediately stiffens. “I am relaxed.”

You squint. “You look like you’re about to fight someone.”

Jack sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… wanted to get it right.”

Oh.

You open the box and find neatly arranged chocolates—clearly homemade, slightly uneven but very carefully decorated. Your chest tightens. You pop one into your mouth, savoring the rich, slightly bitter flavor.

“They’re perfect,” you say honestly, watching as Jack’s tail wags before he can stop it.

“…Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah.” Then, on impulse, you grab his collar and pull him close, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

Immediate system shutdown.

Jack freezes. His cheek turn scarlet. His tail spasms like a broken antenna.

“I—You—”

You grin. “Happy White Day, Jack.”

He covers his face with both hands. He's never gonna recover from this.

You win.

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[kxsagi]

HII i loved the “rizz? what is that?” post so i was thinking if it were the other way around, like the reader saying a suggestive pick-up line but they don't really know the double meaning and think it's something innocent ( I hope I explained it well... )

“𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝”

a/n: YESSS i gotchu bae

ft. isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru

isagi yoichi

“yoichi… if i were a watermelon, would you spit or swallow my seeds? 😄🍉”

isagi nearly dies. he literally chokes on AIR. 

he jolts, grabs the table, and stares at you like you just said the word “orgy” in front of his mom. “wait. WHAT?” 

you just smile like it’s a hallmark commercial. “i saw it on pinterest! i thought it was, like… romantic and unique!” 

yoichi’s whole soul is leaving his body. he’s making mental deals with god. 

“baby. baby. are you serious? do you know what you just asked me?” 

you blink. “if you’d spit or swallow… my watermelon seeds?” 

“… you’re so cute. and so scary.” 

he’s genuinely sweating. googles it while you’re not looking to make sure it’s not that dirty and then cries harder when it is. 

writes it down in his notes app under: “things she says that accidentally send me into heat.” 

kaiser michael

you’re cuddling in bed, scrolling on your phone when you turn and say, “mihya… are you a drill? because you’ve been filling my holes in all day 🥰” 

kaiser freezes. just STOPS functioning. he looks like he’s buffering. 

“what did you just say to me?” 

“you know, like emotional holes! the gaps in my life? you're healing me~ 💗” 

he sits up like he's in a courtroom. “sweetheart. i’m begging you to never say that in public.” 

you’re like “wait why? is it weird?” 

he snorts so hard he almost pulls a muscle. “you basically said i’ve been going jackhammer mode on you 24/7.” 

“JACK–??” 

“no no no don’t backtrack now. it’s canon. i’m a drill. i’m the drill of your life.” 

starts flexing his biceps every time you walk into the room like “you ready for construction time, princess?” 

you can’t live this one down. not ever. 

itoshi rin

“rin… are you a light switch? because every time I see you, you turn me on 😄” 

rin stops moving entirely. he’s halfway through opening the spice drawer and just… goes still. 

his eyes shift to you slowly. his soul already leaving his body. “… what?” 

“you know. like… you light up my world or whatever 💡🧡” 

he just stares. blinking hard. he’s trying to decide if he’s dreaming or if you actually just said the one thing that makes his cold little heart short-circuit. 

“you just said i turn you on.” 

you hum. “because you’re sweet and nice and warm like a light switch!!” 

“light switches aren’t warm. also, that means… something else.” 

“… like what.” 

he doesn't answer. he just drags a hand down his face and walks out of the room in pure emotional panic. 

he spends the next 30 minutes reading a psychology forum on whether you said it on purpose or if you're just a menace wrapped in sunshine. 

spoiler: he thinks you're both. and he's obsessed with you. 

itoshi sae

“sae, are you a good parking spot? because you’re hard to find… and i wanna put it in you 😚” 

sae spits out his drink. 

he blinks. once. twice. then stares at you. 

“… what did you say?” 

“you’re a good parking spot!” you repeat, smiling, “you know, rare. and everyone wants to find you.” 

“and put it in me?” 

“uh huh!! the car, duh!” 

he looks at you like you just committed treason. “you do realize people say ‘put it in’ in an entirely different context, right?” 

you freeze. “like… sex?” 

he nods solemnly. “exactly like that.” 

you shriek and fall backward off the couch while sae is just sipping his tea with the SMUGGEST grin ever. 

he’ll bring it up forever. at the most inappropriate times. 

“this place is crowded. might not be able to put it in.” 

you scream every time. 

nagi seishiro

“sei… do you like starbursts? because i’m gonna let you unwrap me 😋” 

nagi tilts his head. he’s laying on your lap and you just said the most sexually charged sentence known to man with the innocent tone of a cartoon bunny. 

“unwrap you… like a snack?” 

“yeah! like a candy 🥰” 

“you know you just told me to take your clothes off, right?” 

you blink. “wait. NO. THAT’S NOT– wait, IS THAT WHAT IT MEANS??” 

he rolls over to hide his grin. “too late, now i’m imagining it.” 

“sei–” 

“can’t unhear it. you said it. it’s law.” 

he starts looking up starburst-flavored body lotions. 

texts reo: “she said i can unwrap her. i think this is what love is.” 

mikage reo

“reo, if you were a vegetable… you’d be a cute-cumber! 🥒” 

he freezes. deadass mid-moisturizer. “… you said what?” 

“cute-cumber!!” 

“you said that to my face. in my skincare room. with GOD watching.” 

you pause. “wait… did it mean something else?” 

he goes to the urban dictionary. you read it. you gasp. “THAT’S ILLEGAL.” 

reo is dying laughing. “you thought you were being sweet. meanwhile, i just had a full-blown spiritual crisis.” 

starts writing it on sticky notes and putting them on the fridge. 

you walk into the kitchen: “stop putting ‘cute-cumber’ post-its next to your protein powder.” 

“i’m a man of pride.” 

shidou ryusei

“ryu… are you made of cake? because i wanna eat you from the inside out 😋🍰” 

shidou short-circuits. he yells. “HUHHHH??” so loud it scares the neighbor’s cat. 

he starts pacing. throws his shirt off. flops onto the couch like he’s in a romcom-induced coma. 

“no way. NO WAY YOU JUST SAID THAT.” 

you blink. “what? it’s a compliment! because you’re sweet!” 

he sits up. “baby…you just said you wanna devour me carnally.” 

“CARNALLY??” 

“YEAH!! like you want me for dessert in a porno.” 

you throw the popsicle stick at him. “I THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT CAKE!!” 

he’s cracking up. recording this whole conversation for future blackmail. 

posts a story captioned: “she wants me like cake. i’m so back.” 

bachira meguru

“meguru… are you a campfire? because you’re hot and I want s’more 🏕️” 

bachira makes the most dramatic gasp. hands to his chest. “you wanna WHAT??” 

“have s’more of you!! like s’mores!! because you’re so warm and toasty and–” 

“NOPE. TOO LATE. i’m now imagining us naked in a tent.” 

“MEGURU STOP 😭” 

he immediately gets all giggly and chaotic, poking your cheek with a marshmallow. “you said it. i’m hot. and you want more of me. that means i’m the main course.” 

he starts calling you “campfire girl” and buys you a plush s’more with googly eyes on it. 

whispers “you want s’more, huh?” every time he pulls you into a hug. 

you live in a never-ending loop of regret. he lives in bliss. everyone else suffers. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[megapteraurelia]

we need more Kenma 🫶🫶🫶 latest one was sooooo cute

your wish is my command !!!! hope you like it, love!!

"i'm gonna get some snacks. what do you guys want?"

"nothing." — "just go already."

kenma shifted out of the way when kuroo walked past him, the glint in his eyes already giving away that he was not going to let you speak like that. except you knew your brother too well. his footsteps seemed normal until he suddenly bee-lined towards you, the smug little pause, the speed with which his hand shot out to flick your forehead, but your book was already there like a shield, slapping him away.

"predictable."

"rude," he scoffed, heading to the kitchen, "you used to be cuter, you know?"

"don't care."

kenma's gaze flicked from his screen just long enough to watch kuroo disappear around the corner; the moment his footsteps faded down the hall, the quiet in the room shifted. you had waited for this, and kenma knew it. he didn't look at you, but his shoulders tensed slightly, like he knew what was coming, like he knew exactly how you were going to pounce.

and true to your word—

he blinked, slow, "wha—?"

"no talking," you whispered, a wicked grin on your mouth before pressing a kiss on his cheek. then his jaw. his nose. a feather light one on the corner of his mouth. then again, slower, more sensually, more intimately, until the console slipped from his fingers and his hand instinctively reached out to rest on your knee, caressing your legs.

"you're gonna get me killed," he mumbled against your mouth, breath hitching as your hands sneaked underneath his hoodie to pull him closer.

"yet," a kiss, "you're," another, "still here."

he groaned softly into your mouth but didn't protest, didn't deny your words, the discarded gaming console digging into your thigh when his nimble fingers took a hold of—

"let's doooo something, please. work's killing me, i need entertainment," kuroo's voice sounded out from the hall, closer than before.

you instantly pulled back, sliding to your own spot on the couch, grabbing the book again in a swift move as if you hadn't been almost sitting on kenma's lap. speaking of — kenma sat frozen with his hands slowly sinking, flushed, wide-eyed, lips swollen, trying not to look like he had just committed treason, his eyes flicking to kuroo strolling in with a bowl of popcorn, and promptly coming to a halt.

his eyes narrowed suspiciously at kenma, head tilting, "dude, you look like you just ran a marathon. you okay?"

kenma didn't look at your brother, and you didn't look at kenma. your boyfriend cleared his throat, soft, hesitant, "just a hard boss fight."

"ooooo…kay, weirdo," kuroo shrugged and flopped down next to you, hand already out to slap the book off your hands. once again, you evaded him, whirling around to scold your brother for always trying to annoy you, heart racing with the adrenaline of almost having been caught, fingers sweaty, skin so very aware of kenma's slow gaze tracking you.

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[seasprincess]

Stiles Stilinski x female reader

a chemistry project with a lot of chemistry

a/n: (that was a funny one thanks)

warnings: none just fluff!!

Stiles Stilinski is the biggest worrier in the world. All his friends know it.

However Stiles, well he has no clue just how much he worries. He can’t see it. It’s normal to him.

But it’s evident now as he scouts his room, making sure it’s all clean. Plumping up the pillows on his bed. He wants this to be perfect. He wants you to think the best of him.

God you’re only coming for the chemistry project. He’s acting like it’s an army inspection. That he’s going to get flamed if there is a spot of dust on his desk.

What if you think bad of him? What if you’re not comfortable? What if. What if. What if.

The doorbell signals your arrival and gives him a heart attack. He’s having to mentally prepare himself for this for the past day. You sprung on the question of doing the project at his house. He got excited and said yes a little bit too fast. Now he’s rather regretting it.

He’s had many people over to his house. And by many people he means Scott thousands of times.

Never has he had a girl over, especially not in his room.

“I got some chocolate if you want some?” Stiles says as he looks at you. Making sure you’re okay.

For the past couple hours Stiles has been checking in on you. And as sweet as it is. It is a lot.

“Or I can get you s-“

“Stiles.” As you say his name he shuts up, for the first time ever Stiles is quiet. Not that it will last. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

You smile at him and all he can do is melt. He thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He’s never felt this way about someone, not even Lydia. And that was bad.

From the moment you joined the school he knew he liked you. The way you’d crack jokes, be sarcastic and get anxious at a lot of things.

You were so similar to him it made him connect with you instantly.

“Just let me know if you need anything.”

Gosh is he the sweetest. He’s been so kind to you since that day in chemistry where he invited you to sit with him. Joking between each other which eventually led you here. To his room.

On his bed.

“You’ve never watched Star Wars?!” Stiles’ eyebrows shoot up as he looks at you, sitting up a bit taller at your confession. God he is shocked out of his mind. “You’ve never watched Star Wars?!” He repeats again in utter disbelief. He feels he’s been stabbed in the heart. The girl he likes has bever seen his favourite franchise.

“I’m sorry!” You say as you hold your hands up in mock surrender. Smiling away as you look at him. You’ve noticed the posters of Star Wars in his room, the multiple shirts that are Star Wars themed that he owns.

You’ve just committed an act of treason in this house. “It’s just not my thing.”

“But it’s one of the greatest franchises in the history of cinema. I mean the whole concept of another-”

Stiles continues to ramble on about it. Not even pausing for a breath as he just keeps talking. That’s one thing you have noticed about him. He never shuts up.

Ever.

So you decide to take things into your own hands. Literally.

Your hands cup his cheeks as you look at him. His mouth closing and eyes looking onto you. Staring at you as he freezes up.

You smile at him before he leans in and kisses you. One way to shut him up.

For at least a couple of seconds.

“Shit I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” He says as he pulls away, panicking like he’s late for something. He’s just fucked everything up. He thought it was going well too. Good job Stiles.

“You’re okay. It’s fine.” You say softly to calm the anxious boy down.

Unknown to him he didn’t fuck it up. Not at all. You’ve been wanting him to kiss you ever since you first laid eyes on him. Embarrassingly you’ve imagined it. Not that he’ll ever know.

You grab his cheek again before pressing your lips to his, slowly kissing the boy that’s been in your mind for the past month.

After a couple moments you pull back smiling. Stiles smile beaming on his face before he opens his mouth.

“Still can’t believe you haven’t seen Star Wars.”

a/n: i love stiles

divider- @tsunami-of-tears

tags- @mayfieldss @inlovewithdob

[angelluv16]

Hi! Could I have a fic where reader is Chr*st**n H*rn*r's daughter and she doesn't have the best relationship with her dad (especially after the allegations) but she has a wardrobe malfunction during media with her tube top (which, fun fact, is called a boob tube in the UK (I think)) and the nearest garage is Mercedes so she heads there and comes out wearing a Mercedes kit and all hell breaks loose with her dad? It could be Kimi Antonelli x reader (or George Russell x reader, whatever you prefer)

Wrong Team

✩: No one except your close friends knew you were dating a Mercedes driver until a little accident happened that revealed it all

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pairing: Kimi Antonelli x reader

warnings: Christian Horner (🤮), Flashing? argument (chirstian being an ass like always)

A/n: I'm so so sorry this is so so bad. It's really late, and I decided to do it now since I have school tomorrow and I won't be able to write then. But Your my third ever request I love writing for you guys I love writing in general I just really suck cuz Idk what to write about haha

Butterfly Banner- @bernardsbendystraws

This day was officially the worst.

Media duties were already hell, especially when half the reporters were still throwing shady questions about your last name at you. But then, as if the universe was personally out to get you, your top decided to completely betray you in front of the entire paddock.

One second, you were answering some pointless question about Red Bull’s performance. The next—pop. Your stupid strapless top slipped at the absolute worst moment, and the cameras? Oh, they caught everything.

Panic took over. You bolted from the media pen, arms crossed over your chest, not stopping to think about where you were going. Just away.

Which, in hindsight, was how you ended up here.

Mercedes.

“Uh—hey?” One of their mechanics blinked at you, completely confused as you barged in, looking like you’d just escaped a disaster (which, to be fair, you had).

“Long story,” you muttered, shifting uncomfortably as the cold air hit your now-exposed shoulders.

Thankfully, someone—bless their soul—threw you an oversized team shirt. You yanked it on immediately, sighing in relief as the fabric swallowed you whole. The crisis somewhat averted.

Or so you thought.

The second you stepped outside, still wearing the Mercedes shirt, you heard it.

That voice.

“What. The. Fuck.”

You froze.

Slowly, you turned to see your father—Christian Horner—staring at you like you’d just committed actual treason.

His face? A deep shade of red. His jaw? Clenched so tight you were honestly concerned for his teeth.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he demanded, his voice low but dripping with fury.

You glanced down at yourself like you’d somehow forgotten the giant Mercedes logo now printed across your chest. “Uh—”

“Are you kidding me?!” He took a step forward, eyes burning into you. “You just humiliated yourself on live television, and your first instinct was to—what? Run straight into the enemy’s arms?”

“It wasn’t like that—”

“Oh, really?” He scoffed. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you couldn’t wait to ditch Red Bull for our biggest rival.”

You clenched your jaw, frustration bubbling in your chest. “Dad, seriously?”

But he wasn’t done. “Do you have any idea how this makes me look? How it makes the team look? My own daughter, parading around in Mercedes gear like she’s one of them—”

“Okay, first of all? Parading is a stretch,” you snapped. “Second, maybe instead of worrying about your precious reputation, you could ask if I’m okay?”

Christian exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re fine.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Wow. Thanks, Dad. Great to know my well-being is second to your ego.”

Before Christian could spit another sharp reply, a familiar arm draped over your shoulders.

“Everything alright here?”

Kimi.

You didn’t even have to look to know he was enjoying this. His voice was calm, but you could feel the smug energy radiating off him.

Christian’s entire body tensed immediately. His glare shifted from you to Kimi, eyes narrowing into dangerous little slits.

“Why the hell are you touching my daughter?”

Kimi didn’t move his arm. In fact, you swore his grip tightened slightly—just to piss Christian off more. “Problem?”

Christian’s gaze flickered between the two of you, realization dawning fast. “No,” he muttered, voice cold. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”

You sighed, leaning a little further into Kimi’s side. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“If you think Kimi and I have been seeing each other for a while now… then, yeah. It’s exactly what you think.”

Christian just stared. You could see the gears turning in his head, but whatever response he wanted to throw at you never made it past his lips. He just inhaled sharply, turned on his heel, and walked away without another word.

You blinked. “Okay, that was… unexpected.”

Kimi chuckled, finally turning to you. “I was expecting more yelling.”

“Same.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I give it ten minutes before he finds a camera crew to rant to.”

“Should we place bets?”

You laughed, leaning into him a little more. “I’d rather not lose money today.”

Kimi just smiled, pressing a light kiss to your temple. “Guess we don’t have to keep it a secret anymore.”

“Guess not.”

You exhaled, glancing down at the Mercedes shirt again. “You know, the worst part is, I actually like this shirt.”

Kimi smirked. “You should keep it.”

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Might as well. Red Bull’s probably already burning my team kit.”

And honestly? You didn’t even care.

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[visenyaism]

top ten clinically depressed asoiafers

I don’t think anyone ever wrote out the Westerosi DSM but I’ll take a crack at it.

Honorable Mention- Mance Raider and Qhorin Halfhand. We don’t get enough to make a full conclusion because it’s not important to Jon’s story so this is just a vibe but I feel it strongly.

10. Rhaena the Lesbian- like one of two actually great fire and blood characters. Convalescing in Harrenhal for like a decade after her wife left her and her third husband killed all her girlfriends plus she was one dead kid and one dead mother down. Kind of epic. Should have survived long enough to be weird and bitter to Jaehaerys’ insane children.

9. Daemon Targaryen- hey speaking of killing yourself in Harrenhal. Him never being happy with what he had or knowing what he wanted beyond getting his big brother to be proud of him so he just had to constantly chase dopamine in the form of insane levels of violence grooming teenagers and getting his cop frat brother employees to like him for money. Chemical imbalance with a body count in the thousands for his last midlife crisis wife leaving teenager grooming riverlands murder suicide bender alone.

8. Rhaegar Targaryen- Hey speaking of making your clinical depression everyone else’s problem at Harrenhal leading to the death of thousands. Why do people keep letting them do this is the question. Could estrogen have saved her is the second realer question

7. Lysa Arryn. Free her.

6. Daeron the Drunken- what if you were HAUNTED by PROPHETIC DREAMS that were only BAD and spelled the death and doom of your ENTIRE FAMILY and you COULDNT ESCAPE THEM except through SUBSTANCES and you were also the HEIR and your DAD was so DISAPPOINTED IN YOU and you had to take your RUDE and disrespectful plucky BABY KING ARTHUR brother to the CIRCUS and he was TEN and BALD and picked up by the hedge knight you DREAMED OF because he is going to INSTIGATE TO THE ETERNAL MISERY OF YOUR FAMILY a little bit on accident because you are DRUNK. NO HOPE. also honorable mention to post-fratricide Maekar who just locks himself in summerhall for years and post-treason court hostage Daemon II Blackfyre. I hope he and Daeron got brunch.

5. Ned Stark- classic flavor original variant Father Depression. Things went wrong for him young that he will never explain to anyone ever and they form a veil that serves as a barrier between him and the world and everyone he loves. Poor Ned.

4. Stannis Baratheon. Never let himself enjoy anything ever. Melancholy from birth. Rude and extremely blunt with everyone. Smiles twice both at Davos. Anorexic. Bald. Who among us has not been there.

3. Alannys Harlaw Greyjoy- finding out that Theon and Asha have an alive mom who is a gothic horror attic wife who never recovered from the loss of her family to the point that she’s still asking when all her dead and missing sons are going to come home to her and then Theon comes home and does not visit her. Actually agonizing for me the reader

2. Jon Connington- I’m about to get real sincere with these last two because Dance was a really good book that hit at a pivotal time for me. Everything he is in the world to do is motivated by this deep and profound grief and repression that simultaneously makes him a worse person (hungry to commit war crimes) and his best self (dives into the river to save Tyrion contracting greyscale in the process, being as loving and supportive of a father to Young Griff as anyone really could possibly be in this series.) The fact that he is such a late-game addition but feels like a missing piece as a character because of the emotional weight he carries is really cool. I love all his chapters. Tried to grasp a star overreached and fell is so powerful.

1. Tyrion Lannister- I adore his dance with dragons chapters where after his big moment of patriarchal catharsis he is suicidal and misanthropic and an alcoholic and hurting himself and others. It is really compelling because sometimes people get worse. And yet this is interspersed with moments where he is confronted with real genuine danger or real genuine joy and he consistently chooses to be kind to others for no material gain. Like comforting Penny during the storm or tackling a Stone Man into the Rhoyne to to save Young Griff’s life. Arguably these moments do not outweigh all of the harm he is actively inflicting, but they do show that he is incorrect about his self concept that he’s a monster and is actually just a deeply hurt person who has been traumatized so profoundly and is struggling as a result of it.

[bradleysass]

together - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 395

James leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Regulus pour himself a cup of coffee like it was just another normal morning. The sun barely peeked through the blinds, casting golden lines across Regulus’ bare shoulders. James could live in this moment forever—if not for the pit in his stomach.

“Can we tell Sirius we’re a couple together?” he asked, voice casual but careful.

Regulus froze, his fingers tightening around the coffee mug. He took a slow sip before setting it down, finally meeting James’ gaze. “You want to die, don’t you?”

James huffed out a laugh, pushing himself up to sit on the counter. “Not particularly, but I’d like to stop sneaking around like we’re committing some kind of crime.”

Regulus sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You say that, but I’m pretty sure Sirius will consider this high treason.”

“Oh, come on, he loves me.” James grinned, nudging Regulus with his foot. “He’ll be thrilled that his best mate and baby brother are—”

“—dating in secret behind his back for over a year?” Regulus finished dryly. “Yes, I’m sure that will go over splendidly.”

James exhaled, resting his hands on his thighs. “I just think he deserves to hear it from us instead of, you know, walking in on something he can’t unsee.”

Regulus groaned, rubbing his face. “You’re right.”

James blinked. “Wait, what?”

“You’re right,” Regulus repeated, rolling his eyes. “It’s bound to come out eventually. Better that we control the narrative before Sirius concocts one where you’ve somehow brainwashed me.”

James snorted. “I mean, I did charm you with my devastating good looks and winning personality.”

Regulus smirked. “Debatable.”

James laughed and slid off the counter, pulling Regulus into his arms. “We’ll do it together, yeah?”

Regulus leaned into him, exhaling slowly. “Yeah. Together.”

James kissed his forehead. “We should probably do it soon before Peter figures it out and lets it slip.”

Regulus pulled back slightly, giving him a flat look. “Peter already knows.”

James’ jaw dropped. “What?”

“He walked in on us months ago.”

“And he didn’t say anything?”

“He’s been waiting for us to tell Sirius first.”

James groaned. “Merlin, we are so bad at this.”

Regulus smirked, pressing a kiss to the corner of James’ mouth. “Then let’s rip off the bandage.”

James grinned against his lips. “I love a man with a death wish.”

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a Skywalker triplet and being raised in the Empire

Skywalkers x sibling!reader

warnings: death and destruction. reader lowkey evil in the first half

a/n: yeah,,,its based on an oc. timeline is slightly out of order/weird bc im doing it from memory

prompt:

when you were born, you and your other two siblings were separated

your brother was sent to live with an uncle on tattooine

your sister was raised by alderaan nobility

and you, you never made it to your destination

the ship that carried you and the jedi that would care for you was intercepted, you were taken and brought to your father, anakin—now known as darth vader

as far as he knew, you were the only child and he had killed your mother, padmé

the emperor saw use for you and decided you’d be kept within the empire, vader could be close and you’d know your father, but you were not to reveal your true identities

“father, you used to be a jedi?” -you

“i was once, but that was a long time ago” -vader

“what happened?” -you

“the order betrayed me, sent my master to kill me. they could not be trusted, which is why we must kill all jedi” -vader

“yes, father” -you

your training to be an inquisitor was overseen by vader, who grew more and more angry at your spar partner every time you were hit

“patience, vader. you must not show weakness—or else i will kill y/n myself” -palpatine

you had a lot of weight on your shoulders. hiding the fact you were anakin skywalker and padmé amidala’s child. vader’s child. palpatine always had his eye on you. he wanted you to be one of his soldiers

you were very young when you were appointed an inquisitor role. about 13

and you had been given a new last name as not to tip off anyone in the empire

you often reported to vader—a petty complaint or a real crime

“another inquisitor compared me to a bantha” -you

“it will be dealt with” -vader

that inquisitor was dead by the end of the day

you were tasked with a lot of special missions, trusted with sensitive information—the other inquisitors noticed and were very jealous

but palpatine was impressed by the way you handled yourself

“y/n, you remind me of your father when he was young. powerful, strong, passionate. one day you may have a place by my side” -palpatine

you were shaken by that offer as you knew the rule of twos

rebels feared you, an inquisitor who swiftly wiped them from the galaxy without a second thought

the clone wars fascinated you, and as much as you wanted to pry for information from your father, you conceded

but you always heard whispers of anakin skywalker’s famed 501st legion and his padawan, ahsoka

you always wondered if he compared the two of you

sometimes, when away from palpatine—often on mustafar—you’d be vader’s child and not another inquisitor. you’d be able to spar and speak a bit more freely.

“your mother. she was a politician. formerly the queen of naboo when she was your age. i…loved her dearly. but the jedi forbid it, we had to keep it a secret” -vader

“would the emperor have allowed it?” -you

“he was one of few who knew” -vader

some days he wished he were just anakin and the three of you lived peacefully on naboo. he wished you were not a soldier like him. but he was truly proud of what you’d amounted to

your faith in the empire started to falter around the time the ghost crew began to wreak havoc

as capable as you were, you hesitated to use your full potential to take them out

and it was noticed

“you will not show these criminals mercy, y/n! you take them out, or i will find someone more deserving of power!” -palpatine

it was around age 16 you questioned the cause

analyzed it without the influence of palpatine or vader or any soldiers

unfortunately, it wasn’t that simple

some years later, you were assigned to the death star—an honor, it was

one day you and vader had captured princess leia of alderaan and you felt…different. some sort of connection

“not often you see an inquisitor these days” -leia

“nor a princess committing treason against the empire” -you, putting her in her cell

before you knew it, there was a whole crew of rebels on board trying to save her

some more familiar than others

kenobi?

“i know that name” -you

“silence, child. i will finish what i started” -vader

obi-wan recognized you right away, the child he failed to bring to safety

but what didn’t sit right with you was when you’d hunted the other rebels going to save the princess, you heard

“i’m luke skywalker, i’m here to rescue you”

skywalker

your true name was shared by another

were you a twin?

there wasn’t enough time to figure out the details, you were a servant to the empire—to palpatine. you had a mission

but before long you’d have to escape the destruction of the death star

“father. that boy. his name is skywalker” -you

“the force is strong in him” -vader

“what do we do?” -you

“you will receive instruction when necessary” -vader

lots to ponder, lots to unpack

a brother. a brother even vader didn’t know about. he had to be. theres no other explanation

and with obi-wan kenobi? your father’s master. this was no coincidence

some time passed and you met the rebels again in bespin—cloud city

it was here your father confronted luke about his parentage.

“luke, i am your father” -vader

but as vader was distracted, you fled to help the rest of the millennium falcon crew escape

“how can we trust you?” -lando

“please, understand, i have been raised in the empire my entire life. forced to hide my true identity. my real name is y/n skywalker. my parents are padmé amidala and anakin skywalker. i believe luke is my twin brother” -you

“oh, please, you’ll say anything to get the chance to kill us—” -lando

“i believe they’re telling the truth. come with us, y/n” -leia

you’d saved luke and fled bespin with the remainder of the crew, apologizing for han’s fate in the carbonite

and luke was thrilled to see you face to face all things considered

“so it’s true? vader is my—our father?” -luke

“i was found in a ship with a jedi—presumably on a mission to hide me from the empire. vader had no idea you existed. until you met on the death star” -you

“you spent your whole life in the empire?” -luke

“i did. but to preserve vader’s anonymity, i was not permitted to be his ‘child,’ although—vader has a hard time following rules. they trained me as soon as my power began to show and inducted me into the inquisitors early on. i just…it never felt right. i’ve killed…so many people. done so many unforgivable things and yet i could never break free until now” -you

luke hugged you. it was the first time anyone ever had

“y/n. i know we’re strangers, but i understand regret. you left of your own free will, knowing there could be consequences. you came with us. there is good in you” -luke

you felt bad luke was comforting you when your dad had just had his hand chopped off

he asked what you knew of your father’s history, your mother’s history, and you told him all you could

your freedom from the empire felt refreshing

being y/n skywalker was refreshing

and although building trust took time, luke advocated for you every chance he could

“y/n knows the empire inside and out. they have training as a pilot, a soldier, a leader. you can’t go wrong with them” -luke

“y/n was complicit in the destruction of alderaan and countless other planets. billions murdered without so much as a warning. gone. like that” -mon mothma

“if i may, considering it is my people’s demise you are invoking—y/n has made their choice to join the rebellion. shed their imperial image and trained as a jedi with luke. we are lucky to have someone so well-versed in the ways of the empire” -leia

“and you’re comfortable with y/n, the sith raised by darth vader and the empire, to command rebel troops? what if they lead them into a trap?” -mon mothma

“y/n has done nothing since their departure from the empire to invoke such suspicion. i’ve seen nothing but acts of remorse and kindness as they rebuild their image” -leia

you couldn’t figure out why leia was so kind to you. you felt guilty about the destruction of her planet

but she blamed vader. she didn’t blame you as you were just a pawn in a sick game

the battle of endor was fought while you and luke handled vader and palpatine

“are you ready, brother?” -you, grabbing his hand

“i am glad to have you by my side” -luke

palpatine laughed in your face

“six months away from the empire and you’re already claiming to be a jedi? hah! you have years of darkness inside of you, i was ready to make you my new protégé. it is a shame, you’d be a good one” -palpatine

you, luke, and vader fought together to vanquish him, and as you watched your father die, you knew he did everything he could to protect you in this life

“y/n. seeing you as a jedi…has been the most fulfilling part of my life. luke, thank you for guiding them where they should have always been” -anakin

as the rebels won the war, you went back to the forest moon of endor, where luke informed you of something he had been waiting to tell you for some time

“obi-wan told me something, it feels like a miracle, really” -luke

“well, spit it out, already!” -you

“we’re triplets” -luke

“we have another sibling?” -you

“leia is our sister” -luke

it felt like everything clicked at that very moment. a sister. you three were connected from the beginning

you soon hugged leia and delivered the news with luke

a family reunion years in the making

after the events of the war died down and the galaxy began to rebuild, you decided you needed to atone for your sins

do some good on your own

“don’t hesitate to call. we’re just a hologram away” -leia

“thank you for being there for me. and believing in me. i wouldn’t be here you without you guys” -you

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[witchy-scribblings]

in honor of getting my tubes removed (woohoo!), i present to you childfree gojo satoru who can finally act out his breeding kink without consequences (mdni)...

❀ childfree gojo who cherishes megumi, yuuji and nobara from the bottom of his heart (and expresses it by being the biggest pain in the ass known to man), but has no desire of having children of his own. the thought definitely didn't appeal to him when he was younger, and as he grew older he realised that parenting was too binding a role for his lifestyle, and he already had his beloved students to care for anyways.

❀ childfree gojo who brought up that he wasn't interested in having kids as soon as he felt his relationship with you become something more tangible, more serious; he figured that if you did want children it was better to come clean now rather than not be on the same page later on when the heartbreak will be more painful.

❀ childfree gojo who was incredibly relieved when you told him in turn that you didn't want to have children either. you argued that pregnancy was nothing short of nightmare fuel in your opinion, and much like him you weren't willing to sacrifice your time and freedom to commit to a baby.

❀ childfree gojo who notices that sometimes you become too anxious about the possibility of being pregnant to actually enjoy having sex, which is why he takes every preventive measure under the sun to avoid an unwanted pregnancy; always uses condoms and even insists on paying for your birth control if you decide to take it (no, he's not taking no for an answer).

❀ childfree gojo who still can't help but be surprised when, years into your relationship, you bring up that you're considering getting your tubes removed. initially, he responds by offering to get a vasectomy instead, to save you the ordeal of going through a surgery and the consequent recovery, but you assure him that this is something you want for yourself, and that he can get sterilized as well if that's what he wants, but that will not change the fact that you've made up your mind.

❀ childfree gojo who stands behind you menacingly throughout all of your consultations, scoffing every time a doctor tries to make an excuse why you shouldn't go through with the procedure. he knows you can defend yourself and that you have solid arguments, but he wants to be there every step of the way and provide support and backup whenever necessary.

❀ childfree gojo who offers to pay for the procedure (apparently it's not covered by insurance in japan?), but eventually accepts covering a smaller percentage of the bill because you wouldn't have gone places as his girlfriend without being stubborn as fuck.

❀ childfree gojo who checks into the hospital with you, makes the wait until you're ready to go under the knife go by smoothly, and never stops praising you for being so brave and perfect for him.

❀ childfree gojo who wouldn't let you move a finger during your two-week recovery; forget about doing chores (he has the kids do them under the guise of training - they're not dumb tho, they only accept because they care for you) or showering on your own (not that he had needed any excuses to slip into the shower with you before). to be fair, he mainly enjoys babying you excessively because it ruffles your feathers.

❀ childfree gojo who does not suffer quietly throughout the two months you need to abstain from sex to ensure a healthy recovery. fucking hell, he didn't even make it halfway through one no nut november, but now he has to make it through twice as long? "just kill me now, won't you?"

❀ childfree gojo who accuses you of nothing short of treason when you told him three weeks into your recovery that you had tried touching yourself to see if the pelvic contractions of an orgasm would hurt at that point. "you nutted WITHOUT ME??"

❀ childfree gojo who gets shut up quickly when he realises that he may still need to wait for over a month to wet the churro in your glorious pussy (his words not mine) but if he reeeeeeally has to, mutual masturbation and giving/receiving head will have to do until then.

❀ childfree gojo who gives immaculate head after nearly a month of pussy withdrawal; he'll have you testing the limits of how many orgasms are still too much for your recovering body, and you will be too fucked out to complain about it (and him too pussydrunk to care even if you did).

❀ childfree gojo who has the day he gets to fuck you again marked on his calendar with lil hearts and dicks around it. yes, laugh now, but trust me when i say you're going to write it down on your calendar because that day is the day you are born anew (if you were wondering if sex can be a life-changing, religious experience just put gojo through two months of abstinence and try to come back to tell the tale).

❀ childfree gojo who had never really mentioned his breeding kink. it didn't make sense if you thought about it, but what appeals to him the most about it is the sense of ownership that comes with fucking you raw and pretending you will always belong to him because you let him put a baby in you... without the actual baby, of course.

❀ childfree gojo who begins by testing you with his long fingers, opening up your cunt to get you used to his big cock after months of separation. he doesn't even free his throbbing dick until he's wringed at least three orgasms out of you, or until the sheets and mattress under your ass are drenched beyond salvation, whichever one comes first. "fucking hell, all this time you loved my tongue, but it was never enough to get to that little spot inside you that has you making such. a. fucking. mess, huh?"

❀ childfree gojo who gets to ditch the condom for the first time in all your years of relationship, and he would be lying if he said that the thought of railing you raw and unprotected hadn't starred in his wet dreams before.

❀ if childfree gojo was addicted to your cunt before, good luck getting him off of you now that he has felt how snug, warm and slick your pussy is without any restrictions around his throbbing cock. "oh my f-fucking god, i've been missing out. been missing out on the most- fuuuck, the most perfect pussy in existence... how are you so hot, holy fucking shit, i'm gonna lose my mind-!"

❀ childfree gojo who cannot even feel ashamed of how fast and hard he cums, nor how whiny and breathy his moans sound against your ear, because the combination of your addictive cunt and the notion that he now gets to claim you from the inside out has him cumming.

❀ childfree gojo who is going to overstimulate himself (and you in the process) because he cannot fucking stop. he immediately puts you into a mating press because he needs to see his hard cock pumping his semen in and out of your abused hole, needs to see it dripping down the crack of your ass and in thick globs onto the ruined bed until he's adding another load to the mixture.

❀ childfree gojo whose voice cracks and eyes tear up because it's too much, it's too fucking much and yet he won't stop until you're throroughly "breeded", until he's lost count of all the loads he's squirted inside of you, until he sees white.

❀ childfree gojo who literally passes out on top of you after hours and eventually wakes up to the most painful case of sore balls to ever make it into a medical report, but fuck, if he isn't a fulfilled man. and no matter how much his prick hurts, he will still be the biggest little shit when he sees you crawling to the bathroom when you finally return to the mortal plane the next afternoon.

[transrevolutions]

french revolution dashboard simulator

🐀 ami-du-peuple Follow

uh actually man has the right to deal with his oppressors by devouring their beating hearts. hope this helps.

🎩 departicle Follow

Hold up. Okay. Actually, fuck this. This sort of violent rhetoric should not be tolerated on here. Do you seriously think this sort of thing is going to make the nobility give you more rights???? You must be out of your minds! Reported.

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reblog to devour this guy's beating heart

#username checks out lmao #politics #everybody point and laugh #common adp w

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organt-deactivated06151792

update: new canto out now!!! go check it out 😈😏🥀 (remember don't like don't read <3)

📜 sacredhostreceipts Follow

@centuriesandskies this you?? not such a great look for a convention rep ngl

🌄 centuriesandskies Follow

listen. I wrote this a long time ago, before I went into serious politics. the account is deactivated for a reason.

I was twenty. I did poorly. I can do better.

#sj.txt #if this is the worst dirt you can dig up on me #i'm way less corrupt than half the people in the convention these days #at least i'm not doing fucking. embezzlement. #also sacredhostreceipts if you're who i think you are #don't you have better things to do rn?

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🌎 landscape-showdown Follow

why the fuck is everyone tagging this with french??? political figures?

#what the hell is going on over there #also maybe cool it with the death threats #I don't want this blog to get taken down #what's a girondin #is this some joke I'm not french enough to understand #showdown update

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⛪ progressivepriest Follow

Unpopular opinion but why is everyone so up in arms about the new Civil Oath? Literally all it's asking is for you to promise not to commit treason just because the Pope tells you to? I can see where people are coming from with the whole violation-of-religion deal, but can you blame the Assembly for trying to make sure the people aren't forcibly subjugated by the wealth of the nobility?

faith-first-alwaysdeactivated03011791

Sounds like something a heretic would say. To betray the Pope and king is to betray the will of God and your eternal soul! You should pray for forgiveness and pledge loyalty to the monarchy or have fun burning in hell. Sorry not sorry.

⛪ progressivepriest Follow

L + ratio + iirc the Bible says "it is easier for a rope to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven" (Matthew 19:24)

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occasional based catholic moment, go off OP!

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looked the faith-first-always guy's blog, he's like a massive anti-huguenot too 🙄 why is it always the prot-exclusive radical catholics smh

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LMAOOOOO HE DEACTIVATED

#religion tag #percs fuck off #anyways op makes a valid point #reblog #percs dni

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she committee on my safety til I can't go public

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

I don't understand the joke, can someone explain please?? 🙂 Thank you!

🧵 seamstressproud Follow

is that fucking MAXIMILIEN ROBESPIERRE?!!?!?!?

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oh my god citizen robespierre I'm so sorry this was not meant to break containment lol I didn't even know you were on this site please forget you saw this

#this is the most embarassing moment of my life #literally sobbing rn #the original post is /j i prommy #i cannot be known as the citizen who had to explain this to the government

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fabre d'eglantine is NOT your poor little meow meow citizens he literally falsified decrees from the national convention and embezzled money to line his own pockets. I don't care how uwu babygirl you think he is he is a CRIMINAL who should be ARRESTED

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🥖🍞🥐

#baguette #loaf #croissant #i-give-people-bread #indulgentsfuckoff #silly

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fucking fed up with the constant threat of the swiss guard, I think it's time we got some gunpowder and weapons and took things into our own hands yknow what I'm saying

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I'm no longer joking about this btw

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update:

hopital

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ok bc I've gotten like 50 asks about this: I am not injured and I am not in need of medical care. the punchline was that we stormed the fucking hotel des invalides to get guns and powder. didn't want to clarify the joke before now for security reasons but everyone knows about that and the bastille thing by now. please direct your money to people who actually need it.

#shouldve clarified the last post was /j #however I assumed yall knew this joke already #anyways #revolution #personal #500 #1k

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got so high at the festivial 2day i thnk i saw hte suapreme being

#robespiere speech was prboably 🔥 #unforntuately i camt rember any of it #grainposting #oipum ehre is somtehing else thes days #memes

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incredible speech from @springtimeofgovernment today at the jacobin club. nobody should be permitted to use their positions as civic leaders to commit crimes against the people, even under the guise of revolutionary fervor. if it comes to it, I too will drink the hemlock with him. for france. 🤝🤝

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Thanks for your support, @jldavid-real

The situation over here is deteriorating really quickly, the representatives are getting violent and abandoning due process entirely. Anything you can do to stand with us now would be very appreciated. You do a lot of great work for the revolution, and I trust you completely.

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@jldavid-real are you still there? We could really use your help right now.

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boosting @springtimeofgovernment here, can confirm he's been injured in a skirmish at the hotel de ville, they're passing summary death sentences without trial, @jldavid-real where is the help you promised us??? the people of paris are our only hope now.

edit: of course he moved blogs. coward.

#sj.txt #disappointed yet unsurprised #marat would be ashamed of you #9 thermidor #update

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DNI if you support any of these groups/people or their actions: m0narchists, f3uillants, br1ssotins/g1rondins, th3rmidorians, b0napart1sts, h3nri du v3rgier (also goes by c0mte de r0chjacquelin), charl0tte c0rday, or lafay3tte

(h3bertists and dant0nists you're on thin ice. behave.)

#censored so they dont show up in the tags #dni #get your nasty ass ideologies off my page #won't hesitate to block and/or report any violators #pinned

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reblog to make the directoire choke to death on their stupid fucking outfits

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hey staff. yeah you. where did this blog go?? notfishgoujon and prairial-95 are gone as well?? cowards too afraid to show your faces lmao especially after the fucking mess the directoire's made of the country. bet you anything that staff are on their fucking payroll too iykwim at least the republic didn't tolerate fucking bribery

#this site's gone to the dogs since thermidor yr 2 #following the trend of the rest of the country tbh #i'll probably get nuked for posting this #if so i'm not making a new account #i'll just make a paleocities or smth #politics tag #reblog #don't play with me ik full well gb didn't delete his blog of his own free will #they also zero note glitched it #just when you think they can't stoop lower

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it's been 50 fucking years since gracchus-babeuf (and the other CoE blogs) were deleted without warning and still no response from staff, the govt, or anything. the site's gone through a fuckton of ownership changes and still nothing.

we're working on a bit of a project (some of you might know abt it already), it's gonna be out prob in the next year or so. remember '89. remember '93 and '94. remember '97.

the people will rise again. it's only a matter of time. 🚩

-mod karl

[prying-pandora666]

Azula Respected Mai The Most

I just saw another Reddit comment saying Azula wasn’t friends with Mai and mostly only cared about Ty Lee. And I just gotta say…

I respectfully disagree.

The Boiling Rock proves Mai meant a lot to Azula.

First, Mai publicly commits treason and betrays the Fire Nation and Azula.

What does Azula do? Order the guards away and gives Mai a chance to explain herself. She even says “I never expected this from you” and “you of all people know the consequences”. Put a pin in that for a moment.

Giving a traitor who just publicly and flagrantly betrayed you and your nation to help an even worse traitor to your nation (Zuko, who on a personal level hurt both Mai and Azula by doing so) a chance to explain themselves is already significant. But even moreso is the fact that Azula doesn’t make a single move to harm Mai until Mai purposely and effectively hits Azula’s trauma weak point like the master marksman she is.

When Mai says “I guess you don’t know people as well as you think you do” this is already an insult. She’s putting down Azula’s intelligence and manipulation skills, things Azula clearly takes pride in. And yet despite how insulting that is, Azula still waits for Mai to explain herself. Even as Mai throws that barb at her, Azula wants to hear her out. Until Mai throws the even worse insult right at Azula’s weak point.

“I love Zuko more than I fear you” isn’t a statement of Mai being afraid really. It’s Mai throwing a powerful dig at Azula’s biggest fear and trauma, the one Azula tried to dismiss during The Beach with a joke to avoid showing her own vulnerability: Azula fears that Ursa hated and feared her but loved Zuko. It’s why during the mirror scene, a grief stricken and emotionally volatile Azula bitterly says to the hallucination of Ursa “even you fear me”.

Only then does Azula get triggered enough to lash out in return. Mai was only capable of hurting her so much precisely because Azula loves and trusts Mai so much, and precisely because Mai knew what to say to hurt her.

Even so, Azula does the forms for fire, not lightning. And after she is chi-blocked, Azula orders both Ty Lee and Mai jailed, not executed or banished despite having every right to do so since they just publicly committed treason against the Fire Nation.

See the quick strike? It’s more like when she attacks Iroh in The Chase with blue fire:

Lightning, by comparison, always has a wind up for her. Even when comet-boosted or otherwise.

Remember Azula’s line we put a pin in? Let’s go back to it now. Why does Azula say “I never expected this from you” and “you of all people”. What is the significance here?

We know Azula is a perfectionist. She can’t stand a single hair out of place. This informs her frustration with Zuko and Ty Lee, both whom she adores, but whom are constantly failing to stay in their place and play their role. Zuko messes up, gets himself banished. Ty Lee runs away and joins the circus. What does Azula do? Endeavor to use any means necessary to bring them back into the fold. It sounds crazy, but from her perspective, she’s helping them shape up.

But Mai? She’s different. Mai knows her place. She knows what’s expected of her. She says herself that she learned to be quiet and still so as not to risk her dad’s political career. She hates it and searches for any excuse to leave her stifling expectations at home, but she only does this in an acceptable way: when ordered by the princess to join her on a mission for the Fire Nation.

This is why Azula is especially shocked. Because of all people, Azula thought Mai was the only one of her friends who understood their duty to the nation and wasn’t a colossal fuck up.

Azula may be more affectionate with Ty Lee, but she definitely respected Mai more.

And I think the fandom doesn’t give their fascinating relationship or how it breaks down enough credit.

[prettymuchteddy]

People who say that House Hightower destroyed the Targaryen dynasty are kind of silly because House Strong is right there. Like House Strong really apparently wanted to get in on the action and just helped bring down a monarchy.

Harwin straight-up had illegitimate children with the crown princess. And yes I know it takes two to tango but Harwin could have stopped it, though as we see in episode 6 he is more than down with this arrangement. The fact that the children just kept coming out looking nothing like her and he still kept seeing Rhaenyra. After Jace he should have taken a step back, I guess he wanted to see if things would change with Luke? Clearly not. The rumors about Rhaenyra's children just tarnished her reputation and put a target on their children's backs. This was him supporting Rhaenyra too and all he was doing was making things worse.

Larys is a whole nother level. The man flipped sides more than a pancake on a stove. The man was plotting against everyone, I swear. He was undermining anyone who wasn't outright helping him. He even got some personal hits in by helping force Rhaenyra out of King's Landing and then poisoning Aegon. This man was made for chaos and he happened to be born in the right time for it.

Lyonel is rarely talked about but it needs to be said, if Viserys neglected the growing problems so did Lyonel. He watched for years as his son, the commander of the city watch, got close to the princess and her having children who looked suspiciously like him yet said nothing. It's not until Criston Cole mentions it that he confronts Harwin. Like just because no one has had the guts to say doesn't mean no one was thinking it. He said it himself Harwin is committing treason that can result in the exile/death of Harwin, Rhaenyra, and the children but again why say it this late?

Just when you thought all the Strongs were dead after Aemond's attack on Harrenhal, enter Alys Rivers. Whether you believe that she cast a spell on Aemond or not, she followed her family tradition of messing with the Targaryens. Intentionally or not, she led Aemond to Daemon and was there to witness them kill each other. Single handily, she killed two Taragryens as well as two dragons: Vhagar and Caraxes. Then she ran off with baby Aemondcito to vibe at her vacant family home.

Say what you will about the Hightowers, I have never seen such a collected group effort by one family (unintentional or not) to cause so much chaos to another family. They were on opposing sides at some points yet still through every step were petty and screwed over the Targaryens. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. This was mostly me highlighting how weirdly funny it is how involved House Strong was in taking down the Targaryens before they themselves went extinct as a house. No hate to anyone just weird how connected they are with everything.

[greenqueenhightower]

A Margaret Beaufort Analysis of Alicent

I rewatched HOTD, the White Queen and the White Princess, and I noticed a lot of similarities between Alicent and Margaret Beaufort (mother to King Henry VII and a powerful political mastermind during the Wars of the Roses), that I'd dare say the historical Margaret Beaufort had to be the inspiration behind Alicent's character.

(1) Both Margaret and Alicent were married off to older men they did not desire, at a very young age. Margaret was SEVEN when she married her first husband, TWELVE when she married Edmund Tudor, and THIRTEEN when she bore Henry Tudor and was widowed. Alicent is around fifteen when she marries Viserys in HOTD and becomes pregnant for three consecutive years, thus having three children by the age of eighteen.

(2) Character-wise, Margaret and Alicent are both ambitious women navigating the deep patriarchal waters of their era to secure power for their sons. They are defined by their unwavering devotion to their sons’ political futures. Margaret lives her life with the singular goal of placing her only son, Henry Tudor, on the English throne. Everything she does—from political maneuvering to religious justification—is in service of this mission. Each action, from high treason to committing murder, she views as her calling: "it is God's will" for her to advocate for her son's rights, his future, but also his very life. Not securing the throne would mean execution for her, her son Henry, and his supporters. Similarly, Alicent's primary motivation in placing Aegon on the throne is to preserve her children's lives from the impending threat their mere existence as heirs poses. Just like Henry Tudor, Aegon is a threat to the claimants of the throne, and just like Margaret, Alicent grasps the political reins and has her son Aegon crowned king. Alicent, too, believes that it is her duty, even her moral obligation, to ensure that her family retains power.

(3) Margaret and Alicent's lives are governed by "duty and sacrifice." Religious conviction is central in how they perceive and justify their actions. Margaret is deeply pious and believes that her cause is divinely ordained—God wants her son to be king, and she was chosen by God to fulfill that mission. Alicent's religious and moral values are based on the faith of the Seven and give her a sense of righteousness, but also serve as a veil for her ambitions.

(4) In terms of power, both Margaret and Alicent operate within systems that limit their authority due to their gender. Nevertheless, they find ways to influence powerful men around them. Margaret works through her marriages and alliances. Alicent, as Queen and later Queen Dowager, wields considerable soft power through her father Otto, her children, and the Small Council. In both cases, their roles as mothers are the key to their influence. Margaret ruthlessly supports rebellions, plots against rival claimants, and is willing to spill blood for her son’s ascension, the sole Lancaster heir. Alicent ultimately supports a coup that defies her husband’s wishes and initiates a war for the throne, being the mother of three male Targaryen heirs. Even when they struggle with guilt and moral conflict, they remain steadfast in the belief that what they’re doing is right—or at least necessary, and further pursue their influence.

Overall, both Margaret Beaufort and Alicent Hightower stand as compelling portraits of women and queens who challenge their era’s expectations. They are politically savvy, morally complex, ambitious beyond the norm, and they succeed in shaping their political world through strategy, sacrifice, and unyielding maternal will.

And before you come at me, yes, they are not entirely the same. I'd say that Alicent is a more sensitive and humanized representation of Margaret Beaufort, but I can see the parallels and the inspiration behind Alicent's conception as a character modeled to some extent after historical-Margaret's persona.

[nightscythe]

I love the image of Sevatar stepping in on Curze behalf in order to make sure the object of his affections is at least somewhat properly courted, him intercepting love letters in order to do a small bit of editing and making sure they appropriately match his Primarchs freak is especially funny.

I’m sure it’s all fun and games until instead of Curze they begin to fall for his handsome wingman -💜

could you imagine though... sev is just trying to do his job, curze is infatuated, and you're just standing there like... the one who handed me the bunch of flowers is very cute and i would like to know more?

because in your head, curze doesn't really exist. you'd see him, almost like a shadow that wanted to be hidden, but with your own interests in mind, ignoring him seemed right. but what if sev fell for you too?

at first it had been a surprise, the offering of black lillies passed to you without much of a warning or explanation. sevatar had only mentioned that they were from the primarch, then he'd left to attend to business he felt more important during the day.

flowers, little boxes of treats no one else was allowed, a trinket that had no real meaning other than being a material gift that the most loyal son could offer to you by means of indulging his primarch's unspoken yet terrifying interest in you.

and as endearing as sev would try to be with you, it would almost feel like more of a joke. especially as time went on and you find amusement in how he'd form his primarch's narrative and bend reality to try and make you see curze in a better light.

"shall i expect chocolates tomorrow?" you'd joke with him, tucking another unenthusiastically written poem into a draw with everything else.

"i'm not sure that's something he'd consider for you," he would return, "but i suppose he's not the ones making the decisions here."

and as the days passed by you'd look forward to seeing him. he'd linger around you for longer than he needed to, asking you questions posed as requests to help him court you better.

"favourite colour?" he'd ask, walking idly with you. "or, favourite colour for dresses?"

"curze wishes to buy me a dress?" you'd ask.

he'd only hum in agreement.

because soon the gifts from the primarch are nothing short of the memories you had shared with sevatar. not your favourite flower, but one that you stopped to point out when he walked with you. not your favourite colour, but the one he thought made you shine the brightest.

but if you asked?

"it reminded him of you," he'd tell you, straight-faced and never looking you in the eye, "i wrote it down in the list of things about you."

the list he hadn't touched in weeks now because everything he remembered exactly as you said it to him.

and the poems, the notes, they all start to have meaning.

its not poorly worded confession written for someone else, it's a true reflection of sev's feelings as he realises he can't go a day without thinking of your smile and the way you said see you tomorrow without really thinking about it.

you'd thank him on behalf of curze for the gift.

and you'd thank him for keeping each of your thoughts and feelings with him. even the little ones like the reasons for your favourite seasons and how thick you liked the blankets at night.

and you'd wonder whether he asked your preference on touch and gentleness, hypothetically, for him or his primarch more than once.

"you were supposed to have his heart," he'd say one day to you, when it was quiet enough for him to no longer hide his true soul, "but you've ended up with all of mine.

nothing would be comparable to the relief he would feel when you finally admit, "i never wanted his anyway."

you just have to hope that curze was in a forgiving mood when he found out. there's only so much that being the favourite son can protext you from...

no bother though. sev thinks you're worth committing treason for.

completely contradicts how i said he would woo someone himself... but oh well, situations!!