#which is the fastest in this legacy

[ijustwannabecool]

The Fastest Man Off Track

Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader

Summary... A rare day in the life of the four-time world champion, through the lens of family, legacy, and the quiet moments that matter most.

A/N: Enjoy reading! Have a beautiful day! Requests are open. If you like it please like, comment, and share. Happy reading you beautiful soul :)

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Max Verstappen didn’t care much for interviews.

He didn’t enjoy talking about himself, and he definitely didn’t enjoy the attention that came with being a four-time world champion. The world saw him as a machine — controlled, confident, untouchable behind the wheel. But outside of racing, he liked to be left alone. Preferably barefoot, in his garage, or at the kitchen table with you and Isa.

So when Vogue Netherlands requested a quiet feature — not about the wins, not about the titles, but about Max as a man — it took some convincing.

“They just want a ‘day in the life,’” you told him over coffee. “No red carpets. No stylists. Just… you.”

Max lifted a brow. “Why would anyone care about that?”

“Because they’ve seen Max Verstappen the racer,” you said softly, “but not Max Verstappen the dad. The collector. The man who drives Isa to preschool in a twenty-year-old Land Rover because ‘it has character.’”

He grunted.

“Max. They said they want to talk about your cars.”

That made him pause.

“They want to hear the stories behind them. What they meant. Not the specs — the memories.”

He still didn’t agree right away. But later that night, you caught him standing in the garage in his hoodie and socks, hands in his pockets, staring at the McLaren F1 like it had something to say back.

The team arrived mid-morning. Just three people — respectful, soft-spoken, Dutch. One camera. One microphone. No chaos.

They weren’t here for a spectacle.

Just a story.

You stayed inside with Isa while Max walked the garage floor with the crew, talking them through his collection. He didn’t brag. He wasn’t that kind of man. But when he pointed to certain cars, his voice changed — softer, quieter, like the memories were still warm.

“That one,” he said, nodding to a black 2002 Ferrari Enzo, “was the first car I ever bought just for myself. Not because it was rare or fast. Just because I loved how it looked. I didn’t even test drive it.”

He moved on. A silver Jaguar XJ220. A retired Red Bull RB16B, mounted on its own turntable. A Porsche GT3 RS with pink crayon stitching — your choice, back when he asked which color combo he should pick.

But it was the McLaren that made him stop.

“It never really felt like mine,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

The camera tilted.

“I bought it years ago. A dream car. Put it in the garage and thought, ‘Yeah. This is the one.’ But I never drove it. Never touched it.”

“Why not?” the interviewer asked.

Max smiled slightly. “Didn’t know then. But I do now.”

He turned toward the side door.

“It was waiting for her.”

Isa was already dressed — pink overalls and two pigtails that barely stayed in place. She clutched her little Verstappen cap in one hand and her bunny in the other.

“She’s ready,” you said with a grin. “She asked me to put on ‘garage shoes.’ I think she meant sneakers.”

When Max returned, Isa ran to him instantly, arms out, bunny swinging.

“You said I could show them my car!”

“And I keep my promises, don’t I?” he replied, scooping her up with ease. “Come on then, let’s go give them a tour.”

He carried her into the garage like a secret he was finally ready to share.

“This is the McLaren F1,” Max announced proudly, gesturing to the sapphire blue car with wide butterfly doors. “But Isa calls it…”

“My car!” she interrupted with a big grin, bunny now sitting where a racing helmet should be.

“Why is it hers?” the interviewer asked gently, camera still rolling.

Max looked at Isa.

“She was two and a half,” he said, “wandered in here one morning while I was working. Climbed straight into the driver’s seat. Said ‘this is my baby car.’ And I realized… it was.”

He chuckled softly.

“It didn’t feel like anything until she touched it. Now I can’t imagine it belonging to anyone else.”

The rest of the shoot unfolded naturally. Isa held the mic at one point. Max helped her wipe a pretend smudge off the Ferrari. You brought out lemon cake for the crew, and Isa insisted on giving everyone one “tiny piece” because that’s what you told her was polite.

And when the interviewer asked Max if he ever felt like his priorities had shifted, his answer was so simple, so him, it stopped the room.

“They haven’t shifted. They’ve landed.”

The article never mentioned Isa’s name. No photos of her were published. Just one shot: a wide photo of Max standing beside the McLaren, and in the background, barely in frame, a little girl in pink overalls placing a stuffed bunny on the passenger seat.

The caption read: “The fastest man alive, and the car that finally made him slow down.”

That night, after the team left and Isa fell asleep with her bunny tucked under her chin, Max sat on the edge of your shared bed, quietly rubbing at the crease between his brows.

“You alright?” you asked, brushing a hand over his shoulders.

“I let them see too much?”

You shook your head. “You let them see the best parts.”

He smiled, but it was small.

“You’re the best part,” you said, curling into him. “But she’s the fastest.”

Max chuckled, low and deep. “Definitely gets that from me.”

And you kissed him once, then again — and again — until his laugh faded into something softer.

Slower.

Right where he liked to be.

[toruforuu]

ch.1 dusk of intrigues

slytherin!gojo who comes from one of the most eligible families of the wizard world. not for a flattering reason, their respect is earned by their old fashioned and brutal ways (and their never ending fortune). each member of his family inheriting the striking features which make up a Gojo. piercing blue eyes and pale white hair, the same shade as crestfallen snow

slytherin!gojo who was raised to take up after his family’s views and mostly their noble legacy, forcing him to take up after their morals which include a disgust towards the mixing of wizards and non wizards together. unacceptable

slytherin!gojo who recognised you during the ride to Hogwarts in your first year. you two never spoke before, however, he recalled seeing you and your mother in the newspapers a couple of times since she worked for the ministry. what also didn’t escape his clever mind was the fact your mother married a muggleborn. which makes you a mere half-blood, yet he was still intrigued by your alluring presence

slytherin!gojo who watched the sorting head yell out “ravenclaw” nearly instantly after it was placed on your head from the slytherin table. a twitch of something, perhaps disappointment, running through him

slytherin!gojo who was surprised at your lack of respect towards him and the other pure-bloods sharing his house, when you two interacted for the first time. you had the courage to call him out for bullying another first year who happened to be muggleborn

slytherin!gojo who took it as his utter goal in life to make yours a living hell for defying him. since no one else before you did. he got everything served on a silver platter, so why were you being such a brat?

slytherin!gojo who made sure to make fun of you with his friends every chance he got. throwing curled up papers at you in class, earning you detention at least once a week. by the end of the first year, nearly the whole house of slytherin knew to join on his remarks thrown in your way

slytherin!gojo who noticed throughout the second year the best way to get under your skin was through academics. he guessed you would be clever, given your house. so he spent extra hours studying potions just so he could end up with the highest score in the whole year. he took pleasure in seeing how worked up you got over earning a second place

slytherin!gojo who picked up quidditch during the first half of your third year. immediately earning himself a place in the team as the fastest chaser. living up the legacy of his father

slytherin!gojo who once passed your grade in history of magic (your favourite subject), smirking so smugly at you in the hallway. in the great hall during lunch. perhaps if he had known how much it hurt you, he would’ve stopped

slytherin!gojo who enjoyed playing quidditch even more when you were accepted into the ravenclaw team as a seeker. your positions were never really made up to interact, yet he always managed to annoy you. even in the air

slytherin!gojo who went to each game the ravenclaw team played, regardless if he was on the field or in the audience. simply to observe your team’s tactics. of course so he could rub it in your face when his team won over yours

slytherin!gojo who was very popular amongst the houses, especially with the girls. it was no doubt he was gorgeous. porcelain skin. daring celestial eyes. white locks. if only his attitude had been better, maybe then you would bring yourself to admit you found him charming too

slytherin!gojo who became a captain of the slytherin team not even a year after being accepted into the team, earning himself even higher popularity rank. as if he already wasn’t at the top

slytherin!gojo who noticed his eyes lingering on you and unbeknownst to him, he was thinking of you more than he wasn’t. and he did become aware, he left it unlabelled. burying any suspicious accusations

slytherin!gojo who once saw you in the muggle world. he didn’t stop by the muggle world often, only when necessary so it took him a by surprise to see you walking down the street with your dad whom he never seen. looking so casual, wearing the muggle clothes and all sorts of their dumb accessories. you were a part of their world too after all, he had to remind himself

slytherin!gojo who ended up kissing different girls at each party in slytherin’s common room, washing out the thoughts of you

slytherin!gojo who stopped trying to beat you in getting better grades over the time when he realised how much of a tool it took on you. depriving his high rank a little for you

slytherin!gojo whose heart stopped in its tracks when he layed his eyes on you as you were walking into the great hall with a gryffindor guy, his arm interlocked with yours

slytherin!gojo who started flirting with your friend just to get a rise out of you, to get back at you for dating that bloody gryffindor

slytherin!gojo who loathed every single second of yule ball. watching you dance the night away with the same pretentious gryffindor quidditch beater. his gaze so firm on you, on your stupid dress and all the muggle trinkets you wore along. his date got all fussy and left

slytherin!gojo who stumbled upon you sobbing your heart out in the astronomy tower. he debated whether to console you or leave you alone. he didn’t interfere and later that day he found out your gryffindor guy broke your heart

slytherin!gojo who sits in the great hall, his eyes focused on the gryffindor jerk who broke your heart with a smirk tugging at his lips. the guy’s face bruised badly from yesterday’s quidditch game. gryffindor lost to slytherin without a doubt, it wasn’t pretty

slytherin!gojo who almost loses his cool when you get knocked off your broom during one of the games against hufflepuff. you get yourself injured

slytherin!gojo who entered the pub in hogsmeade with his friends, seeing you sipping butterbeer with your peers in the corner. it was right before christmas break, the december air was all chilly and there was something almost magical about the atmosphere. he decided to leave you and your friends alone that day

slytherin!gojo who manages to get a sniff of your perfume by accident when you brush past him. he immediately picks up on the mix of plum and jasmin. never before and never since sensing something like that before. he thinks it must be from the muggle world

slytherin!gojo who once overhears you panicking over a book which is nowhere to be found in the library. a book you so desperately need to finish your transfiguration paper, a book which happens to be collecting dust under his bed. he slips it into your bag during quidditch practice later that day

slytherin!gojo who realised he was in love with you during the summer before your seventh year, the last one. and he can’t believe the time has passed so quickly. he spends the whole summer break thinking about you, reminiscing. never taking confessing his feelings into question or as something worth trying. solely due to his family

slytherin!gojo who is struck by your image when he has no other choice than to sit next to you on the train. you don’t speak on your way to hogwarts. he notices the subtle change in your features though, how your hair hangs a bit shorter now. the way you grew into someone who is able to take his breath away (you always managed to do that). hell he even takes notice of those absurd pins with some muggle lyrics sprawled across them on your bag. and suddenly confessing his feelings doesn’t seem so utterly impossible. at least for a moment

slytherin!gojo who notices you on the edge of the forbidden forest. he watches you out of curiosity. nothing happens for a long time. just when he is about to turn on his heal and walk away, a magical creature appears. allowing you to feed it. your gentle nature almost making him wince

slytherin!gojo who is torn between seeking you out and following the morals set by his family. your presence makes him ache to the point where he ignores you for a few weeks

slytherin!gojo who is back to his old self when your teams clash on the field, brutal as ever. and for the first time you don’t mind it

slytherin!gojo who begins dating the purebloods in his year, hoping his feelings towards you will pass as the end of the first half of the school year is coming closer

slytherin!gojo who notices your group of friends sitting by the great lake on his way to practice. he isn’t blind to how your orbs shine in the golden hour of late autumn, how you throw your head back a little as you laugh at something your friend said

slytherin!gojo whose parents once meet you at the ministry, by the side of your mother, of course. and they immediately recognise you from theirs son’s stories about his time at school. his mother uncomfortably flickering her eyes between you and your mother, sending you disapproving looks. she noticed her son’s sympathies for you long before he did

slytherin!gojo who leaves a neatly wrapped up gift by your room before you leave for christmas break. he went out of his way, buying few more of those pins in the muggle world. learning about the muggle singers for you. but it’s nothing, right?

slytherin!gojo who becomes very unlike himself as the school year nears the very end. he was never the one to be nostalgic, yet now as the end is near, he felt the urge to cherish each passing moment. he despised himself for wasting so much time pestering you without actually taking time to get to know you

slytherin!gojo who regrets never making you his, who regrets following his family morals which were drilled into his head

[iwantmenicanthave]

OH MY GOD, IT'S HIM! OH, I'M GONNA DIE!

SYNOPSIS. when they meet their biggest fan… ( 2.2k )

౨ৎ —FEATURING. nagi, isagi, rin & bachira.

౨ৎ —CW.   reader is a typical fangirl.

౨ৎ —NOTE.   i had a dream where i was at a fan meet n’ greet and the girl in front of me passed out foaming at the mouth over meeting ego and that traumatized the writer's block out of me. takes place during the neo-egoist league.

SEISHIRO N.

you think you died, and your mother had to grab your soul and strap it back into your empty husk when you get an email from blue lock asking if you’d like to join nagi seishiro for a personal interview as his most dedicated fan.

your body must’ve still been weak, because when you finally came face to face with him (more like face to chest), your eyes went white and you slipped through his limp arms like sand, collapsing face-first onto the floor.

eventually, you got a grip on reality and were functioning well enough to start the interview. 

the bad part? his coach had to pick him up off his chair, shove the seat closer to you, and position him in the camera frame.

you would have been insulted if it weren’t for the fact that, if you held your breath long enough and inhaled slowly, you could catch hints of vanilla and detergent from his freshly washed clothes.

it didn’t exactly feel like an interview with the amount of food they shoved in your face (which was the only reason nagi agreed to it in the first place). the manshine forward didn’t even find the energy to lift his resin gaze from the food to answer your questions. 

you couldn’t tell if the person behind the camera was angrier at him or you for not cracking him yet. 

after thirty minutes, you had enough of the awkward interaction. this was your one chance to be face-to-face with nagi seishiro, and you were not about to let your legacy be limited to collapsing at the sight of him. you had to use your borderline stalker-level knowledge to your advantage. the flames of love and passion should steer your shared future.

you coughed into your hand to get his attention, only to be met with the sound of a wrapper being ripped open.

with a twitch of your eye you spoke, “nagi, you play a lot of games in your free time. do you have any recommendations?”

his mouth paused mid-chew, and with the fastest movement you’d seen from him all day, he grabbed a water bottle, took a few sips, and finally swallowed. 

“mmm… there’s this new one that came out, it’s a gacha. it’s pay-to-win, but if you get over that, the mechanics—”

by the end of the interview, he was talking at 1.75x speed and didn’t look as if he’d pick being in bed over spending time with you.

you even managed to snag his gamer id along with his number, even if it was just for the “share with a friend” rewards. but hey, being his “friend,” even if it was just for benefits, wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

hey, maybe if you weaseled your way into more of his games, you’d end up walking down the aisle for him, his purple-haired friend handing him a handkerchief to dry his watered eyes. after that, you’d have two kids and a maine coon named reo. right?

well, wishful thinking never hurt anyone in the past few thousand years it’s been around.

YOICHI I.

he looked more nervous than you to meet in person, a bashful shade of piggy pink coloring his cheeks.

the higher-ups either: a.) didn’t tell him you were the president of his fan club, b.) he was extremely good at hiding his distress, or c.) he was genuinely happy to have a fan.

luckily, you came prepared to win him over with a handmade card you’d poured your blood, sweat, and tears into, a hand-sewn, size-accurate lobster plushie with his jersey number and last name embroidered on the claw, and two gardenias, one for each of your hearts. the symbol of secret love.

did it take a lot of time and effort? yes. was it worth it? hell yes.

he held each gift as if they were a newborn baby. even the way he looked at them was so full of appreciation that it made up for weeks of bandaged fingers. he seemed more than grateful, thanking you at least three times per item.

after that, the day consisted of him teaching you the basics of football, how to kick, and dribble, all skills that were definitely useful in your mundane life. 

unfortunately, the most exciting part of the activity was how the rouge balls always managed to just barely graze your upper half whether that be your face, shoulders, or pride. 

but even with the mediocrity, he was still teaching you and you would never ever say that was unfortunate… only, it felt less like learning from one of blue lock’s top players and more like watching a youtube video. 

he only demonstrated what you were doing with stiff movement, then walked you through it by showing you his own body and confusing gestures that had you staring at him as if he was explaining quantum physics, “huh?”

it’s not that he was bad at explaining things (he was), but it was hard to follow when every time he looked you in the eyes, he’d instantly drop his gaze and start mumbling to the ball under his cleat. 

at the end of the day, you got a goodie bag of bastard münchen merch and had to lean over so your back could serve as a desk for isagi to sign your number 11 jersey in thick permanent marker.

but when kaiser entered his line of sight, isagi visibly grew antsy, side-eyeing him every few seconds as you talked. but that agitation morphed into something rabid when the blond said something in german you didn’t understand. 

isagi retaliated, spit flying at the forward as he smooshed your cheeks together with calloused fingers, pulling your face toward his chest. the next thing you knew, the marker was scratching battle scars onto your forehead like a man possessed.

you might’ve fainted if it weren’t for the grounding grip of isagi, who was too busy yelling at his teammate with enraged red cheeks to notice your fluttering eyes, slumped shoulders, jelly legs, and a sigh of pure ecstasy.

maybe you should invest in a face tattoo. perhaps today...

overall, it wasn’t an experience you’d recommend to anyone other than the president of his fan club. oh, teehee, guess only you can truly appreciate his presence in person.

RIN I.

writing ‘i will meet itoshi rin and we will get married’ one hundred times every day for the past month in your diary, listening to subliminals to sleep, and praying to god must’ve finally paid off because right now, you were personally being shown the daily schedule of blue lock’s very own itoshi rin.

the rest of pxg and the camera crew were just background noise. your eyes widened like a kid on christmas morning as you stared into his soul while he ate lunch, lips curved into a hazy smile.

the way he held his fork had so much poise. the mere shift of metal between his fingers exuded so much power that you forgot about the food sitting in front of you. he was kind, too, reminding you to eat a few minutes before he went off to train.

words caught in your throat, so you just stared at him wide-eyed for five solid seconds before giggling uncontrollably.

he was so considerate, you could swoon.

your face kept the same dopey smile the entire day. when he drank water. when he walked down the hall. when he breathed. he was truly a masterpiece, a body and face sculpted by an old master. you just knew his parents must high-five every time they looked at him and those eyelashes.

“oomph—” 

you walked straight into his back when he paused under the door of the workout rooms. he seemed to be deciding something before asking if you wanted to do yoga with him.

HE’S SO CONSIDERATE— you mentally wailed.

and that is how you ended up sweating buckets, face flushed from blood rushing to your head, and hands leaving wet prints on the mat every time you adjusted your form.

you would’ve thought he lied about “toning down his routine” for you if you hadn’t already memorized every pose he did, how long he held them, the names, the times he started—

the sound of his hands slapping against the mat jolted you back to reality. he was already in halasana or plow pose.

you let out a seething exhale through gritted teeth, praying to god, buddha, literally anyone out there that you wouldn’t fart or collapse. at least you did pilates daily just to prepare for meeting him. if not, you would’ve been dead thirty minutes ago.

this was supposed to be the time for you to ask him questions, opinions, and other such things with the calming exterior of yoga but at this rate, it was a battle to survive. your joints were burning and screaming for release from this hell.

he might’ve been “simplifying” his routine for you but that didn’t mean it was easy.

you managed to squeak out a few questions through pants: 

—do you see any of your teammates as friends? no. they're only there to assist him.

—do you have a rival in blue lock that motivates you to get up and train so early every morning? isagi yoichi. duh.

—is your dinner any good? no, not really. but he’s used to it by now. 

you really should’ve come up with more open-ended questions beforehand. 

and then, in the middle of shirshasana, you felt his hand grab your ankle to steady you as you wobbled.

“you can go back to child’s pose. you shouldn’t push yourself.”

“no,” you choked, gasping. “we’re the same age. ’m fine.”

he didn’t disagree, keeping to holding your ankle.

you could die happy now. not only did you spend the day with the itoshi rin, but he was touching your ankle. you were going to leave it unwashed for a month and take a photo of it for future worship. maybe even hold it when you feel lonely.

and while you were daydreaming in deep thought, your body gave out from lack of focus. your foot slapped rin’s face with an audible smack before you hit the mat like a sack of bricks. you stared at the ceiling, mouth agape, gasping for air. rin just stared at the wall, clearly trying to process what had just happened.

at least the social media manager got a good thumbnail at the expense of your dignity.

but forget that. the important thing was that you were never washing the foot that bore the sacred bacteria of itoshi rin’s face sweat.

MEGURU B.

when you first met him, you expected a fake smile masking his disgust, but instead, you were met with a running hug that lifted you off the ground as he twirled you in a circle.

you must’ve looked like a pervy old man with his young bimbo from how the rest of the team stared at your giddy face with contempt.

but how could they, so young and naive, possibly begin to comprehend the depth of your feelings? not even shakespeare could rival the scenarios you imagined before falling asleep. not even tchaikovsky could compose the proper symphony to match the way your heart raced whenever you saw his face.

it was a miracle none of the handmade sweets you slaved over last night got crushed when he hugged you. you even baked them fresh this morning to preserve that gooey, just-out-the-oven goodness. the aesthetic was ruined by the canned pineapple, but of course, that’s the first thing his eyes landed on and he devoured it like it was gourmet.

he even got the day off from training to show you around. his coach didn’t care if he missed practice, that was his problem, not lavinho’s (whatever that meant).

but of course, he turned it down so he could show off his skills to you instead as you clapped for every single trick or pass he did.

the delusional part of your brain said he was trying to seduce you like a bird performing a mating dance. the rational part of your brain said he was madly in love with you but had to express it through actions.

somehow, you weren’t being completely creepy and were able to bond on a strange wavelength. maybe that’s how you ended up with his actual address, so you could send each other letters when he eventually left blue lock.

apparently giving someone a gift and showing them genuine kindness goes a long way. groundbreaking. 

but when a bug-looking boy with a landing strip of green dye tried to talk to you he was met with a football to his head and a teasing bachira yelling at him that he has ‘plenty of time to talk to girls when he’s out of here.’

you simply said, “we can hang out sometime if you’d like,” and the peekaboo blond gave you every form of “contact” he had from his socials to his spotify and imdb page. 

you had to physically stop yourself from drooling and bouncing around like a rabid dog when he typed it all into your notes app. too bad for the poor bus driver who swiveled the vehicle when you randomly screamed on the way down from the blue lock prison. the man gave you a thirty-minute lecture on proper etiquette all the while you were giggling at the memory of bachira’s smile.

totally worth it.

[mosaiclobster]

Pecking Order (Farmer x Hayden)

I haven't posted fic on tumblr before, but people have been so unexpectedly lovely about this silly fic on AO3 so I thought I'd share it here too 🐔��

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House chickens must wear many hats. To Henrietta’s relief, those hats were figurative; she never much cared for the indignities of clothing. Ribbons were another matter, especially ones bestowed on award podiums. She wore those with pride.

But Henrietta was more than a show chicken. She was a house chicken, and that meant she was a pest controller, a therapist, a taskmaster. A friend.

Well, not a friend to all. Hayden was her person, and she didn’t see much need for the rest of them. At least Ryis had a healthy admiration for birds - she let him pet her, on occasion.

The others were hopeless. Balor, Valen, and Errol gave her a wide berth, which was respectful, but none of them ever bothered to bring her treats. Celine did, but she was too nervous to feed Henrietta by hand now.

She hadn’t meant to peck the girl. It was a simple misunderstanding, one a flattened palm would’ve solved.

March was the worst of all. He didn’t address her by name, only as “chicken.” When she pecked him, she meant it.

But then, there was this new person. “The Farmer.”

Henrietta considered the nickname an impertinence. Hayden was the farmer in Mistria. His people had worked this land for generations.

Henrietta Jubilation Featherbottom knew something about legacies. She was a part of the most award winning lineage to ever grace chickendom. She’d raised a whole brood of blue ribbon birds, and she had Hayden to thank for that. Any affront to his honor was an attack on her own good name.

Hayden didn’t seem to mind the other farmer, though. He even let the interloper join game night. He broke the news to her over a bowl of popcorn, as if it was only natural to include this fraud. “Used to be an adventurer before settling down here. Imagine the stories!”

An adventurer indeed. Sounded like a rootless, chickenless existence - more of a rogue than a farmer, if you asked her. When their new guest arrived, Henrietta clucked with all the derision she could muster.

In return, she received a handful of wild berries. Palm flat, and steady.

“Nice to meet you, Henrietta.”

Well mannered. That was a surprise.

Hayden gave Henrietta an encouraging pet. “Isn’t that thoughtful?”

She kept a wary eye on the stranger while she plucked and pecked at the ripened fruit. Hayden rubbed at the back of his neck - a nervous habit.

Why should he be nervous? Henrietta studied his kind face, the one she’d known since she broke out of her egg. He was blushing.

“Ah, she’s made a bit of a mess. Sorry about your hand.”

Henrietta trilled, indignant. She was a dainty eater. Juice stains were to be expected, and his embarrassment degraded them both.

The so-called farmer smiled at Hayden, and gave him a rakish wink. “Better berries than monster blood.”

The cheek! But Hayden seemed quite charmed - he hardly noticed their other guests arriving, and the color never quite left his face. Valen even asked if he was feverish.

Amusing jokes, exciting anecdotes, nice manners… by the end of the night, Henrietta had to concede that this new human was well socialized.

Over the next few weeks, a routine took shape. Sweetwater was the fastest route to the museum from the other farm. On the way, offerings were made: berries for Henrietta, and coffee for Hayden. Not every day, but close. Henrietta often joined them at the kitchen table - gossip was her secret joy, and there was plenty to go around. Apparently, Valen was spending an awful lot of time with that witch who ran the bathhouse.

Hayden took a sip of coffee. “Good for them. Life’s meant to be shared, isn’t it?” Henrietta watched his warm brown eyes widen. Hayden coughed, and set his coffee down so hard that it sent a spoon flying. The clatter ruffled Henreitta’s feathers, but she smoothed them for his sake. Poor Hayden was blushing enough already.

“That’s why ranching is so rewarding. I’m glad you decided to get a coop - how are the girls doing so far?”

“They’re great. Thanks for setting up the see-saw, it’s been a big hit.”

Henrietta had met the girls once, under Hayden’s watchful gaze. It was clear they needed a strong matriarch, but Hayden scooped her up before her beak could do its work.

That was alright. Henrietta could be patient - they’d be joining her flock soon enough.

After all, Henrietta was nothing if not perceptive. She knew a courtship when she saw one, even if it lacked the usual dropped wing and dizzying dance. The gifts, the fleeting touches, the lingering looks… honestly, she couldn’t understand what they were waiting for.

Once the leaves began to turn, Hayden confided in her. Not just her - Ryis and Valen were there too. They didn’t equal her in wisdom or tact, but such gatherings were good enrichment for humans. She listened politely, and cooed in agreement when Ryis stated the obvious: “Hayden, we know. Everyone knows. You’ve been attached at the hip all summer.”

More blushing. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Valen shrugged, and swirled her glass of wine. “What’s there to say? We all thought you were already dating.”

Hayden rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, we aren’t. I don’t think so, anyway.”

They all laughed. Or clucked impishly, in Henrietta’s case. Once Ryis recovered, he put a gentle hand on Hayden’s shoulder. “You’d know. The next time you’re together, just speak from the heart. Trust me.”

The four of them were halfway through a fiendish jigsaw puzzle when Errol burst through the front door. Henrietta dropped the piece she was nibbling on and nearly fell off the table in shock - such an entrance!

The man’s face was as white as his beard. He looked absolutely stricken. “Please, come quickly. The mines -”

Henrietta trilled in alarm. Only their semi-retired adventurer would be so foolish. So brave.

The others charged off without her, leaving Henrietta sick with worry. She tore open a bag of premium treats, but the tasty morsels did little to soothe her.

Finally, Hayden returned with Valen and the intrepid patient. Henrietta was ready with a lecture about the dangers of monster hunting, but she received no promises of hanging up the blade. Just a pat on the head, and a crushed berry.

“As your doctor, I can’t advise you to hand feed livestock right now. You’re more prone to infection if she-”

“-she won’t. Here you go, Henrietta. I plucked this off a bush as they were dragging me out of the narrows.”

It was the nicest one she ever tasted.

Naturally, Henrietta was an accomplished nurse. She set to work, nestling at the patient’s feet on the couch while Valen gave Hayden instructions.

“This one has to be taken with food, twice a day. Something simple, like toast.”

Eggs and toast, surely. Henrietta began to doze.

When she awoke a while later, she wasn’t surprised to find another set of feet to warm. The two of them were laying in each other’s arms beneath her favorite checkered blanket.

They were mindful not to disturb her, but Henrietta allowed them their cooing and preening and kissing. Humans were such soft, silly creatures.

And now she had two to look after. Henrietta drifted back to sleep, and added another figurative hat to her collection: matchmaker.

[oofthwoods]

INTRODUCTION! ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: get to know porsche's bet for the newest legend in the making in formula one, dubbed as the echo.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: i've been absolutely hooked in @disneyprincemuke vettel reincarnated's series and i have always loved fem!drivers so i decided to give my own take on this <3. | can definitely be read as a reader insert, but the driver will driver under a specific flag and related to a famous driver! even so, physical descriptions will not be given, so you can definitely picture yourself

our fem!driver has a few titles to her name! the most well known, echo, comes from her championship winning f3 & f2 seasons, where she was consistently the fastest driver in the grid, leaving behind only a faint trace of her presence for the other drivers to see.

other nicknames include "lightning" due to her great performances on wet races (as the media says, the only thing faster than the rain is the lightning.), "pg" (stands for both princess of the grid, which is an old karting nickname, and parental guide, given due to her young age), and the legacy.

she is the daughter of ex- formula one driver, rubens barrichello. she drivers under the brazilian flag. i picture her as the middle child, so that would place her date of birth between '01 & '04.

has a streak of four consecutive championship winning years: the italian formula 4 in 2019, freca in 2020, formula 3 in 2021 and formula 2 in 2022.

art grand prix girlie! has been with the french team for both her f3 and f2 seasons.

she was a red bull junior, but was suddenly cut from the team after her formula 3 season. helmut mark claimed that she wasn't consistent enough to justify a contract renewal, which was clearly bullshit as she had literally won the championship.

competed in formula 2 without an academy, but was in talks with porsche to join their team.

committing to her lightning nickname, she chose 95 as her number!

grew up in the paddock! her dad loved to take her around the world with him, and she became a familiar face to all crew and drivers. although she is the youngest of the current grid, she is closer to the oldest guys due to knowing them since she was very young.

outside of formula 1, her closest friends are gabriel bortoleto, felipe drugovich, frederik vesti, liam lawson and clément novalak.

within formula 1, she is closest to fernando alonso, lewis hamilton (both who met her when she was a baby), mick schumacher (her teammate at porsche), lando norris, alex albon and oscar piastri. but she is friendly with everyone, and tries to know them better — it does help that she is a social butterfly who could talk to the walls even if they don't answer.

about porsche: have been in the talks of joining the grid for a long time, and finally got their approval for 2023. they could go for veteran drivers but decided against it, placing their bets of mick schumacher, who had just been dropped from haas, and y/n barrichello, the f2 champion.

when the news dropped, it was the talk of the town! not only she would be the first female to compete in formula one in several years, but the duo barrichello-schumacher would be present again in the grid!

actually loves doing grill the grid and other challenges. some people think it's the rookie rush, but she has always loved playing those games.

has the biggest fat girl crush on susie wolff. would kiss the ground she walks if she could.

still needs a lot pr training due to amount of cursing and off-pocket things she says. apparently saying "i'll throw myself in front of verstappen's car and change the trajectory of his entire life" is not socially acceptable, neither is saying that she's plotting his accidental death.

sponsored by vivienne westwood, which she claims is probably the coolest thing to happen to her.

[succeedingbrume]

i'm pretty sure my setup to run this psychology software i need on linux is mathematically the least efficient way to do it

ik doesn't seem that bad at first glance. that's because that's just the surface layer:

the software itself IS available for linux. . .as in the website has the source code which can be compiled for linux. with no build instructions

once you do manage to build it, you realize the mouse input detection in the test screen is completely broken on both x11 and wayland (apparently its something to do with sdl ?)

so I decided to run the windows version on wine using bottles. that's the bottom layer of the image

the windows version doesn't have a executable file you can run directly. for some reason it's a batch script which actually opens it.

batch files cannot be added as executables in bottles

so each time i need to run it, i open bottles, open it's wineprefix, open the windows explorer through legacy tools, find the software by navigating through c:/users/... and finally running the batch script which runs the actual program

i know i could probably do all this with one singular command but the fact that this is the fastest way to do it through a GUI is driving me ghhjjjg

[andrevasims]

So you know how in TS2 Legacy Collection the alien abductions are broken, well I'd only actually seen 2 people report this (LazyDuchess & Dejate_Atrapar), and both of them used Vidcund on the Curious lot - Which makes sense, it's scripted for him to get abducted so it's the simplest/fastest way to check if it works

Except then I had the thought, what if it's just the scripting of the Curious lot that's broken and not the interaction itself, so I pirated the Legacy Collection to see for myself lol

aaaand yeah Consort doesn't give a fuck about aliens lmao

[sehyunie23]

| Autumn Fic |

Raise our Glass... to the

Story of Us

Le Sserafim is one of the hottest and rising groups in the K-pop world. Filled with the concept of fierce, strength, and confidence, making many people stan, and even support them to the fullest.

As one of the fastest-rising groups in the world, they also achieved some feats that are quite impressive for a rookie group. You can also say that this is because of the members.

We all know Sakura and Chaewon, not only they are part of the Le Sserafim, but they are also former Iz*one members. The experience they have is unequaled, they share their experience with their fellow members, giving them a glimpse of what to expect in the duration of their career.

We can include Yunjin here, as we all know, she also participated in the survival show where Sakura and Chaewon participated. The only thing here is, that she is not fortunate enough to get into Iz*one but enough about that. Yunjin redeemed herself which led her to be a member of the Le Sserafim.

Le Sserafim then continued in their promotions, not even a disappointment from their fans. They continue to grow as time goes on and this time, the group is inside their building, practicing with full determination.

And now here they are, loved by the world and continuing to achieve awards and create their own legacy through their music and charisma.

Also amidst their portrait in the public as fearless girls, they are dorks inside their hearts. With each one having the perfect fit for each other's personality, they go well. This also results in chaos, which is good because if there is no chaos, there is no peace.

"Can anyone remind me why we let Kazuha make a dance on this part again?" Yunjin asked in regret.

"What unnie? It's easy!" Kazuha said with her ever-beautiful smile and did the move again.

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU ARE FLEXIBLE!" Chaewon the short-tempered radish roared.

"You just suck unnie! Bleh!" Eunchae teased then made the dance move flawlessly.

"I can't you two," Chaewon muttered as she surrendered to the mindset of their maknaes. Sakura who is watching them is doing good than the others.

"Oh, I can't do this shit. Can I just do an opera thingy?" Yunjin asked their director.

"Opera? How do you plan in that Yunjin-ssi?" The director asked.

"It's like I will sing one opera song and then Kazuha will dance her ballet in the opening segment. After that, we will go back to our original concept then voila~," Yunjin suggested which caught the interest of their director.

"That's a good plan. We'll dismiss you guys for now to see the possibility of Yunjin's idea okay?" Their director said which the girls cheered on.

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*knock knock*

"Come in!" Yunjin said and the person who knocked entered the room where Yunjin and her members were.

"Y/n oppa! I MISSED YOU!" The maknae of the group ran and hugged him tightly like he was her teddy bear.

"Oof. Miss you too marshmallow," Y/n said while he let go of the plastic bags he was holding to reciprocate the hug of the younger girl.

"Wow, your best friend is here Yunjin," Chaewon with a tone and Yunjin just shrugged and showed a smile that made her eyes wrinkle as her mind was at joy seeing the boy who once confessed to her but only to be rejected because of her decision to become an idol.

Usually, when you are rejected by the person it equates to the two of you being awkward and like your minds separates you from each other. But this unique time, Y/n may be rejected but his heart is not hurt. As one of Yunjin's best friend, he values the time of their moments rather than the day of his rejection.

But there is also one phrase that Y/n held on to until now, and that is

*flashback*

Yunjin and Y/n are sitting on a bench near the HYBE building where the girl is training to be an idol. Yunjin here just got picked up by one of the subsidiaries, Source Music who is creating a debut team that can make the world stage.

Y/n and Yunjin's friendship has been strong from the start, not even a crack is visible on their bond. An extremely extroverted girl is with an introverted boy who is just content with what is going on in his life right now.

Though in the eyes of a stranger, the two are couples, in reality, they aren't. Well now not yet, both are yearning for each other. They are at the point of finding one's comfort and presence but one thing that stops them is their dreams.

You can't go into life expecting full fantasy, you need to be ready for the plot twist as well. Life has never been easy, but when you have a mate that helps you go through it, it feels like you are on cloud 9, floating from the darkness lurking from the bottom.

"Aren't you tired?" Y/n asked the girl that was wrapped in his arms.

"I'm tired. But I'm not the one who gives up on my dream you know?" Yunjin said which made the boy chuckle.

"Ahhh Yunjin~ you are so stubborn sometimes," Y/n playfully scolded the girl, making them share each other's laugh under the beautiful sun.

"So why did you call me here? You're not the one who plans these kinds of stuff," Yunjin asked.

"Damn right. I gathered my whole self for this moment," Y/n said which made Yunjin giggle. Honestly, Yunjin knows where this is going.

"Huh Yunjin. What the fuck did you do to this former quiet boy back then? Why am I rambling now? The things that only you can do to me, the fuzziness I feel when you are near me, the butterflies when I see your smile, you make me flustered when you tease me even though it's bullshit," Yunjin laughed at Y/n's confession since it's her first and didn't expect it that it will be this good.

"But in the end, it's you. It's not your body, your beauty that makes me like this. It's you, It's your charms, the way you take me as your own. Every alone time we have you make me the happiest person alive and for that I made my decision," Y/n stopped and breathed deeply before looking into Yunjin's eyes.

"I may not be the one who expresses myself a lot but with you, I feel I can. So Huh Yunjin, will you be my girlfriend?" Y/n dropped the biggest question he asked and Yunjin stared at the boy with a smile.

Yunjin then steals a peck on Y/n's lips which surprised the boy. Yunjin then holds Y/n's hands making them look at each other's orbs that captivated their heart.

"I cannot, for now. We are preparing for our debut and I don't have the heart that can leave you alone in the air. So for now, I will be straight in my answer," Yunjin said even though her heart was telling her to tell Y/n the opposite. The boy on the other hand is not sad nor disappointed, but he understands where Yunjin is coming from. Though there's a tinge of scratch in his heart, Y/n keeps it cool and Yunjin then puts her hands on his cheeks, caressing it with a smile.

"Wait for me. I promise you that I may not be the best girlfriend ever but the happiness we had will be more and more. When the right day comes, I will ask you the same question and there if you still love me, let's be together for the rest of our lives. Okay?" Yunjin said full of gratitude and sincerity as she knew Y/n could be disappointed but the boy held the hand that was on his cheeks with a smile.

"Whatever or whenever that happens, I will be waiting Huh Yunjin," Y/n said, making the both of them smile.

Y/n may not have achieved what he wants, but the promise is enough for him to have faith in, especially for the future.

*flashback end*

For Y/n to wait for Yunjin until she is ready and in control of her life carrying her career. Juggling love life with a career will be hard and Y/n understands this and for that, he is ready to do what it takes to wait for her beloved girl.

"Sup Chae, anything interesting?" Y/n asked the leader of the group.

"Nothing as usual, how bout you? You creating music again?" The radish asked him back and the latter nodded.

"Yep, this one is good. In my opinion tho," Y/n said as he carried the maknae who was hugging like a koala.

"Oh? Care to share?" Yunjin said as she took a seat beside the boy.

"I plan for it to be sung by you so for now, wait," The boy said to his best friend and she just pouted but later nodded.

"Okay. Oh, wait, where are the chaotic Japanese sisters?" Y/n asked as the other members shrugged.

"Zuha is probably buying snacks at the vending machine and Kkura, may be sleeping in the corner," Chaewon said, and true to her words, the girl who has beauty in her name is sleeping at the corner like a princess.

"Damn I know I have my sight at Yunjin but you cannot ignore noona's beauty," Y/n said which made the conscious members giggle.

"Can't even argue with you there," Yunjin said while nodding while the maknae who was hugging me earlier was now sitting beside me.

"How about me oppa? Is Eunchae beautiful?" The maknae cutely asked and this one is a no-brainer.

"Didn't even need to think twice Manchae," Y/n said and ruffled her hair.

"I swear that you are siblings at this point," Yunjin said.

"Hey, I'm the only child. Having a lil sis like Eunchae is awesome," Y/n said and Eunchae nodded like the child she is making Chaewon and Yunjin squeal in awe.

Asked time went by, the Fimmies' break time ended and there, the Japanese duo noticed Y/n. Kkura greeted him with a chill and calm hello while Zuha... Let's just say she managed to plan a prank in about 3 seconds which is hella scary but is successful in pulling it on Y/n which the latter groaned at.

The Le Sserafim girls continued their practice afterward with Y/n still watching them go into their position and as always, they slayed. There are times when the maknaes live up to their name as they begin annoying their unnies but other than that, there's nothing special happened.

Of course, the maknaes targeted Chaewon first which to their credit, made her annoyed which was a win and Sakura just shrugged as she was immune from the attacks, while Yunjin, just laughed at them. Overall, the Le Sserafim is still humans! That is what makes them better! So to y'all bashers out there, grow up!

Anyways, Y/n excused himself at one point and the girls just nodded at him and the boy immediately ran to the toilet, visibly, he had many to unload...

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Hours passed, and Y/n arrived at the HYBE in the morning and now, the sun is preparing to set from the horizon, giving the time to her partner, the moon along with its star friends. Not only the sun, but the girls will also take a rest now as if they want proficiently, they also need to listen to their body.

Wrapping up their dance practice, the instructor said goodbye and left while the other staff helped the idols who were cleaning the practice room now. Y/n as he saw them, he is proud. Proud that the idols that befriended him were not just for fame, but also full of humility and responsibility. As Y/n is sitting, he decided to help them too to somewhat ease their workload even if it is a wee bit.

After a bit of cleaning everywhere, the girls then went to their plans for the night. Y/n heard from Chaewon that she and Eunchae will go their home as she promised the maknae for a meal which sounds amazing while the Japanese duo will eat sushi as they crave it, then this leaves me with Yunjin.

The said girl and Y/n now are on the rooftop of the HYBE building as there is a garden on it for the idols to have a safe even if it is not that big. Since Yunjin is now well known as a celebrity in the area, having her with a boy can cause rumors not only for the company but ultimately for herself and her group. It's not a good time for them to have a rumor especially since they are still planting their name with one of the best in the industry.

Now that the two are outside, the sky is the time that everyone calls the golden hour. The orange skies and the sun peek at the horizon, ready to bring light to another part of the world. Sometimes, we just ask how did it happen. The beauty of nature is incomparable to anything man-made.

As Y/n was watching the sunset, Yunjin was at the back, looking at the boy with a small smile on her face. Yunjin couldn't be more happy as she found the greatest gem in her life, in this case, you. Y/n really did what Yunjin said, he waited patiently and this time, she wanted to end that wait for your end.

Yunjin thought about this after their Unforgiven comeback, this is also the time when she has control of her schedules, making it possible to make some time for Y/n.

Now with full confidence, Yunjin stood up and slowly walked closer to Y/n until she stopped. The boy who has his eyes closed and enjoying the natural air doesn't know what the girl behind her is planning. Yunjin then took this chance and wrapped her arms around Y/n's torso, making the boy widen his eyes as the girl who was hugging him nuzzled her head on his back.

"Y-Yunjin?! What are you doing?!" Y/n stuttered making the girl laugh.

"Thank you for waiting Y/n," Yunjin softly said, and the once-flustered Y/n calmed down and turned to face the girl who hugged him.

"Three years is a long time. You could have loved other girls than me, you may see and court some beauties as well but here you are, with me today, still clinging to the promise I made years ago. Jung Y/n, just like what I said in the past. Will you be my boyfriend?" Yunjin asked as she put her hands around his neck.

Instead of words, Y/n went for the kiss as his answer. Back then, Yunjin stole a kiss from Y/n, but now Y/n is here to take back what his from the start.

Their lips moved as one as the love that was stuck in their hearts was now free and they had the right to dance and show the hidden love but now, without limitations.

Fireworks after fireworks, Yunjin thought that this was worth it. Not a hint of regret from her past because now, she is ready to make it up for the future. Y/n on the other was overjoyed as his wait had now come to an end.

As they share their passion and love, the skies illuminate the gold and orange skies. Just as how beautiful the sky is, the love between former friends who are now couples illuminates it, making it one of the most beautiful moments in their life.

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"Y/n, you can start now okay?" Yunjin said as the other members were behind her, eager to hear Y/n's voice singing in front of his now girlfriend.

"Hey Y/n, make Yunjin face what she missed for the last three years," Chaewon teased.

"CHAEWON! What was that?!" Yunjin said like she was insulted but the other members just laughed at her with Y/n giggling inside the booth.

"Oppa! You are gonna do well! I trust you!" Eunchae cheerfully said.

"Yeah! After this song, Yunjin unnie will marry you!" Kazuha said, garnering another round of laughter from the group while Yunjin was just blushing right now.

"Okay, stop punishing my girlfriend now. I will sing now, start it Yunjin," Y/n said proudly which made the girls coo loudly at him. Yunjin smiled at Y/n and the boy reciprocated it.

"Ready when you are Y/n," Yunjin said and Y/n raised his thumb. Yunjin then muted her microphone and started the music.

(Ctto; Better to listen to this cover for this part)

Y/n POV

It's kinda shitty isn't it

Not the way we pictured it

Feels like an existential crisis

Or am I being dramatic?

I looked at Yunjin as the first part commenced. Yes, we do have an interesting friendship, we may be close now but back then, many factors tried to separate us two. Does it reach the point of what are we gonna do from now?

I wish the world would shut its mouth

Give me space to fucking sort it out

Like, I'm fine, just leave me alone

I'm great on my own

The world is a bitch sometimes, but these words are not for me, it's for Yunjin. One of the most painful things to see is the hurtful comments thrown not only at her but also at the rest of her members. Many people don't know the hardships their girls went through.

But if I'm being honest

I'd hate to waste us on this

But I truly hope they find their own peace of mind

Yes, it's true, who are they to meddle with someone else's life? We live in different areas with people of different mindsets, but for now, we'll focus on ours.

I don't know what I'd be doing without you

You love who I am

'Cause I don't care as long as I'm with you

I'll reach for your hand

In this ugly world where the color is fading

You're beautiful in every color and shade I~

Don't know if you drink

Yeah, Huh Yunjin. I can't imagine a life without you. From the moment we started, it was all happiness. Our journey was not all rainbows and sunshine but heck, you made my world colorful, even just with your smile. With this Yunjin,

But raise a glass to the past in the story of us

A little bit of complication never hurt my body I know

But it's different when the target is your mind

The world targets everything in you, yet here you are my girl, still strong not only for yourself but also for your members. You are a vitamin, giving me a reason, all of us a reason to be happy.

And everybody's talking shit

No bigger hypocrite, it's fine, though

My sisters and I we sympathize

And I can see your unity with your members, the way you move as a team. No matter what words are being thrown into your head, you don't mind them.

But if I'm being honest

Never thought that I would have this

Back when all I needed was people who will stay

You stayed with me in all my lows Huh Yunjin, you didn't even hesitate when I called you for help. You made me the person I am today and for that,

I don't know what I'd be doing without you

You love who I am

'Cause I don't care as long as I'm with you

Yeah! I don't care about anybody, when I'm with you I'm happy, and that is now my promise to you.

I'll reach for your hand

In this ugly world where the color is fading

You're beautiful in every color and shade I~

Don't know if you drink

But raise a glass, 'cause

I will not get tired of saying these words to you my love. To be honest, I don't like to drink, but to the story of us, it needs exemptions hehe...

It took a while to get here

I'm fearless but I still fear

You'll disappear

'Cause I couldn't be

The person that you need

I won't ever leave

We made a promise back then, many days, weeks, and months has passed but neither, but neither one of us even tried to weaken our strong bond. My nightmare is when I'm not with you, because Yunjin, my life has been you. Now, that we're a couple, listen my dear.

I don't know what I'd be doing without you

You love who I am

'Cause I don't care as long as I'm with you

I'll reach for your hand

In this ugly world where the color is fading

You're beautiful in every color and shade I, I~

In this ugly world where the color is fading

You're beautiful in every color and shade I~

Don't know if you drink

But raise a glass

To the story of us

3rd Person POV

Y/n sang the last lyrics and not even a minute passed, Yunjin barged into the booth with tears on her face, she then hugged Y/n as tears of joy, pain, and gratitude combined in her mind.

Y/n smiled and hugged the girl back, also rubbing her back to calm her down. Yunjin nuzzles her face to Y/n's neck and she enjoys the warmth of his boyfriend, who stayed with her and treasured her. The loyalty Y/n presented to the girl is enough for Yunjin to love him unconditionally.

The Le Sserafim members saw this moment and smiled. They may not speak but internally, they all agreed to go out for a bit just to let the two have their comfort and privacy.

"Didn't know that you are that talented," Yunjin said with sniffles in between as she calmed down.

"I just wrote that based on what we and you've been through. I think it went well?" Y/n asked, unsure of what to say.

"More than well. Y/n, many problems dawned upon us but we stayed strong, it's like our problem doesn't even make us flinch anymore. We are fearless when we're together and I can't even thank you enough for what you've done. Like what you said at the end, raise a glass, to the story of us," Yunjin said with a smile and looked up on my face.

The two slowly attracted each other and slowly, their faces leaned closer and again, the love, the spark, and the passion inside them strengthened once again.

The two of them have been loyal to each other. They may have their choices, but they never forget one another.

Not long after, they ended the kiss and looked at each other with hearts shooting from their eyes. The warmth radiating between them is so strong and maybe, it will be stronger in the future.

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One of my favorite works, I hope you enjoyed it :) 🤍

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

NASCAR Pantera ‐ First To 300

A reporter sat in a late-night cafe, sipping coffee and attempting to calm his nerves after a high-speed ride with Gary and his Pantera. The deafening roar of the V-8 engine still echoed in his mind, and his hands shook as he held his cup. It was as if he had just escaped from the clutches of the devil himself. Tragically, a few minutes later the devil caught up with Garry Mitsunaga and his red Pantera!

For students of Japanese car culture, the Mitsunaga Pantera that graced the cover of Option Magazine is a significant page of Asian tuning lore, as it was the first street-legal vehicle to achieve a recorded speed of 300 km/h in Japan.

Actual speed was 307.69 km/h on the infamous Yatabe Test Circuit in November 1981, making it the most legendary Pantera in all of Japan. Figuring Yatabe was too dangerous for civilian drivers, and wanting to take the human element of unpredictability out of things, driving duties at this event were performed by professional racer Kunimitsu Takahashi, who is considered the father of drifting.

Yatabe was the preeminent destination for high-speed testing in Japan from the 1960s to the 1990s. However, it was closed two decades ago due to a tragic accident involving Masa Saito, the editor of the tuning magazine Option. After the accident manufacturers started shifting towards more contemporary testing facilities.

Prior to the Porsche-vs-Skyline dreams of the 1990s, the streets of Japan were ruled by the infamous Midnight Club running Pantera's, Firebirds and American V-8s. For those unaware of the Pantera, it is an Italian-American sportscar with a Ford 351 Cleveland engine and were sold in the early 70's through Lincoln Mercury dealerships.

Leading up to November 1981, top speeds were achieved by vehicles such as the S30 Fairlady, tuned by SS Kubo, which reached a maximum speed of 257.60km/h. The fastest imported car, surprisingly, was the Trust Firebird Trans-Am, which recorded a top speed of 264.71km/h. So when the Pantera eclipsing the 300km/h mark it was a huge leap forward and a landmark achievement, becoming the benchmark for all the street racers and tuners to beat.

Mitsunaga was not entirely content. Only a speed above 320 km/h (200 mph) would suffice. It is said that Takahashi advised him against driving the Pantera outside of a racetrack. Mitsunaga disregarded the warning.

Just before the accident, he was transporting a journalist down a 38 kilometer (24 mile) stretch of the Tomei Expressway. With a recorded time of 6 minutes and 20 seconds he averaged 250 KM/H ( ~160 MPH).

Not long after dropping off that rattled journalist, he supposedly totaled his Pantera while avoiding a taxi. They meet their end at approximately 1:40 a.m. on November 28, 1981. Tragically, Mitsunaga died in the accident, instantly.

At the moment of his death, Garry Allan Mitsunaga was already a legend in the Japanese dragstrip and top-speed racing scene. He was an American, born in Hawaii and employed by the Harman Kardon audio group. The company sent him to Tokyo in 1975 to work for one of its Japanese divisions, in sales.

Upon his passing, he was revered as a patron saint of street racing, inspiring countless individuals to pursue ever-greater velocities. Despite his non-Japanese origin, he was a hero to the local community, and his legacy lived on through the Mitsunaga Pantera, a symbol of both the thrill and the peril of this high-octane pursuit. Although the whereabouts of the Pantera are unknown, its engine showed up for sale in 1995.

NASCAR

Mitsunaga's Pantera, was tuned by Masaru Hosoki from ABR, one of Japans most famous tuners. It also featuring a 600hp engine built by Mario Rossi, an American NASCAR mechanic and crew chief for the likes of Bobby Allison and Glenn “Fireball” Roberts. Rossi was also the guy that built the only Dodge Daytona to compete during the 1971 season. It's only race was finishing 7th at the Daytona 500 with a de-stroked Plymouth 340 TA engine to meet the new 305ci engine displacement mandate for the five Ford & Chrysler aero cars during the 1971 NASCAR season.

Rossi has been embroiled in controversy since his involvement in the $300 million drug smuggling scandal that shook NASCAR in 1982. Four days after the 1982 Daytona 500 in Florida, authorities arrested 66 people, including several associated with NASCAR teams, on what has been labeled “Black Thursday.” Among those implicated in the scheme that authorities believe grossed $300 million were owner Billie Harvey and driver Gary Balough from the team on which Rossi was working as a mechanic. Rossi’s role (if any) in the drug operation is unclear – though his own daughter implicates him.

Rossi's whereabouts have been a mystery since his disappearance, with some believing him to be in the witness protection program in the United States. Despite claims of his death in a plane crash off the Bahamas in 1983, the insurance company asserts that the plane in question has been sold multiple times without any recorded accidents.

What’s legend and what’s fact we are unlikely to ever know for certain. What we do know, however, is that Garry Mitsunaga and his Pantera dared to dance with the devil in the witching hour.

[miss-4clover]

J.K Rowling is a horrible person

Joanne Rowling, born 1965, is the author of the best selling book series in history, ever, which is Harry Potter. The Deathly Hallows, the last book, is the fastest-selling fiction book in history, and sold 8.3 million copies in the first 24 hours or 96 books per second. The Philosophers Stone however, was only printed 500 times in the first edition. The series has been translated into over 80 different languages. 18% of all people in the US have read all of the Harry Potter books. 61% of Americans have seen at least one of the movies. This achievement, of course, has made her incredibly famous, with over 14.2 million followers on Twitter (or X, I don’t really care). So what does she use this huge influence for? Unfortunately, not a lot of good. There is of course her charities, Comic Relief and Lumos, but in my opinion she has enough money and giving it to charity isn’t really a huge effort. (I would also like to add that donated money is exempt from taxes.) In the past few years, she has been tweeting things that are quite clearly transphobic. She denies this of course, but it’s clear that that is her opinion and that she won't change it. For example, in august last year, she posted a photo from a boxing fight, in which trans woman Imane Khelif had won. She insisted that “he” was a man who should not be allowed to compete in women’s sports, as “he” would have an advantage. Khelif later sued her and several other people, like Elon Musk, for cyberbullying her. A few months later, she posted that “millions of women in the U.K. and across the developed world are extremely angry about men in women's sport, men in women's jails, and the erosion of single-sex spaces.” She also lashed out at “leftist activists” who “jeer and sneer at erstwhile female allies for the crime of believing biological sex is real and matters.” A few months ago, she turned on trans children instead. She stated that there “are no trans kids” and that no child is “born in the wrong body,”. Many actors in the Harry Potter movies have apologized to the public about her comments, and say that trans women are women. These include Bonnie Wright (Ginny Weasley), Emma Watson (Hermione Granger), and Evanna Lynch (Luna Lovegood). Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter), also said he was "deeply sorry" to those who "feel that their experience of the books has been tarnished or diminished" because of things she has said. The International Quidditch Association (as in the real sport, not the fictional one) has officially changed the name of the sport to “Quadball”, partly to distance themselves from the author. “Heartstopper” actor Sebastian Croft (Ben Hope) apologized on Twitter after it was announced that he voiced a character in the video game Hogwarts Legacy. “I was cast in this project over 3 years ago, back when all Harry Potter was to me, was the magical world I grew up with,” he said. Recently, on asexual awareness day, she also tweeted the following: “Happy International Fake Oppression Day to everyone who wants complete strangers to know they don't fancy a shag.” Which is of course inaccurate and very insulting. As a huge potterhead, I am severely disappointed in J.K. Rowling. Her books taught me English and kept me company for years. Through them I have been introduced to many new friends. When I was younger, my biggest dream was to receive a fan mail response from her. Now, I hesitate every time I want to buy merch, knowing that she will get money for it. Very disappointed.

also yay! My first post on this blog. Really sets the mood!

[hirocimacruiser]

Tommykaira Tuned Legacy M20tb.

TUNED LEGACY M20tb

The challenge from GT to racing sports, the fastest wagon

Tommy Kaira's pedigree on the wagon. TUNED LEGACY M20tb, the flag bearer of the wagon era

A high level of perfection that can only be achieved by Tommy Kaira's complete car, which pursues total balance. Thorough pursuit of the well-established BOXER-4. The 297 horsepower produced by its reliability and high level of perfection gives it the edge of a sports car, and even though it is a wagon, it is enough to stimulate the true sports car mindset.

The torquey power that rises smoothly from the low rotation range brings you a world of endless possibilities.

It makes wagonists forget about the body and truly invites them into the world of sports cars.

The suspension tune is also the traditional Tommy Kaira tune, and its biggest appeal is the unique flavor that pursues the fun of sports driving while taking advantage of the appeal of 4WD.

The M20tb will demonstrate its true worth in all environments and conditions, including winding roads, highways, and if you're looking for a full-fledged circuit.That's the true joy of driving with the M20tb.

Powerful form

The front bumper spoiler, rear bumper spoiler, and roof end spoiler are Tommy Kaira Aero originals, and 17-inch wheels and tires are standard on the suspension. Completely tuned car, Tommykaira's status is modeled. It can be said that it is an object that harmonizes with any world in which wagonists drive.

SPECIFICATIONS

Max Output: 297ps/6600rpm

Max Torque: 35.3kgm/5800rpm (GT-8:5MT)

Max Output: 278ps/6600rpm

Max Torque: 33.3kgm/5800rpm (GT-8: AT)

Max Output: 270ps/6400rpm

Max Torque: 32.8kgm/5300rpm(GT: 5MT.AT)

BODY Length: 1680mm Width: 1695mm Height: 1490mm Wheelbase: 2630mm Tread: Front 1470mm Rear 1460mm.

■ENGINE

BOXER MASTER-4, DOHC 4cam 16Valve Twin Turbo with Multi-cup Intercooler Bore x Stroke: 92.0mm×75.0mm Piston Displacement: 1994cc

LAYOUT 4Wheels Drive 5-Speed Manual/E-4AT

Brakes: 2Piston Type Caliper+Ventilated Disk

Wheels: 7.0Jx17(Front & Rear)

Tire: 215/45ZR (Front & Rear)

Suspension: Strength Sports Spring

Steering: Rack&Pinion

●Interior

A comfortable design that lets you enjoy sports driving.

It features a shift knob made of aluminum, a 20-meter console that stands out in Tommy Kaira red, and an original meter made of three-dimensional carbon.

●Engine

Tommykara

The 297 hp power effortlessly guides the driver into the experience zone from the moment the car starts. Easy-to-handle engine characteristics are the hallmark of Tommykans.

●Front view

The originally designed spoiler with large openings above and below the bumper line maximizes cooling effectiveness. Together with the large integrated sub-light, it creates an impressive front view.

●Rear view

The fiberglass sports stabilizer and spoiler create a dynamic range that improves stability through downforce at high speeds.

●Fender decal/side decal

Flowing Tommykara, the confidence of a tuned car.

[mensfactory]

Bruce’s unfinished masterpiece...

Titled ‘Bruce’s Unfinished Masterpiece’ in honour of Bruce McLaren, the founder of McLaren, the M6GT is the latest race car to be stripped bare in INK’s signature minimalistic aesthetic. INK’s commemoration of McLaren’s vision revives the lost history of a car that almost slipped into obscurity.

An homage to speed and form in the purest sense, the Plainbodies series takes historical race cars and peels away their classic liveries to reveal the practical beauty in the bodies underneath. Rendered in white, the McLaren M6GT is the latest to join a line-up that includes the Ferrari 250 GTO, Ferrari 330 P4, Ford GT40, Jaguar D-Type, Porsche 917 and Porsche 959, to name a few.

Bruce McLaren, pioneering race car driver, designer, and engineer, began to conceive of the M6GT in the late 1960s, imagining it as the fastest road car in existence. Bruce McLaren’s vision for the M6GT is the genesis for all McLaren road cars. Based on the latest race technology, the M6GT was superlight, blistering quick, confidence inspiring and safe, and continues to define the McLaren brand today.

In 1969, new manufacturing regulations required McLaren to build 50 identical models of the M6GT car, a requirement that McLaren could not meet at the time. This rule would ultimately doom the M6GT, leaving it confined to the pages of history as an unfinished masterpiece.

Unfortunately, just one year later in 1970, Bruce McLaren passed away and his vision for the M6GT died with him. His legacy lived on through a race-spec prototype, the OBH 500H, which continues to tell the story of McLaren's innovative ambition to race at Le Mans and deliver a road-legal supercar only a few years after the establishment of his company.

Photos © INK and McLaren Automotive

[charles-leclerc-official]

charles leclerc - an enigmatic figure, a mysteriously open figure. washed in red, seeping it, gushing rosso corsa passion in every interview he does, and so strangely open about the gut-wrenching knife wounds of his grief.

the driver who, for so many, embodies formula one and racing passion more than any other - born in monaco, the shining jewel in formula one’s crown, raised by ferrari, the scuderia which forms the backbone of formula one’s history and its legacy and its future. was there any chance he wouldn’t be revered by those who watch him dance around racetracks across the world, any chance at all that he wouldn’t be raised effectively to canonisation by the religious fervour of the tifosi?

sanctified once in monza, in his first year of driving in bleeding red, twice again in gorgeous monaco, the stunning streets of his hometown, cheered on, willed on, wished on to victory with the screams of his beloved fans in his ears, the thoughts of those he’d lost playing in his mind as he approached the final laps. charles leclerc wins in monaco, victory in the same red car he once saw win, propelling him into his driving career.

a legend in his own right, the man who has scored ferrari’s 250th pole position, his own twenty-fourth, bringing him to be the driver with the second highest number of pole positions for ferrari, after michael schumacher himself. already, he had outstripped legends such as fernando alonso, kimi raikkonen, alberto ascari for number of pole positions in his career and he perhaps will go on for a decade or so before retiring.

charles leclerc is not at the peak of his career - i would argue he is approaching it. so many victories thrown away due to bad strategy, his car failing, finally, finally, finally he has his team behind him and a car that is capable of just enough performance to win - he may not always have the fastest car on the grid, but who needs the fastest car when you can outdrive your opponents?

he won in spa - he won in monza - he wins in monaco. the man who knew better than most how getting pole position does not guarantee you the top spot of the podium, the man who had never stepped on the podium at his home race before, he took that top step flying monegasque colours, to the tears and raucous affection of everyone present - royalty to marshals they celebrated their hometown hero in his long awaited victory of their streets.

he went from taking the bus to school on part of the track, to taking it by storm. charles leclerc is a monaco grand prix - i think perhaps not for the first time. the boy in red has realised his godfathers dream, his father’s dream, his dream.

beloved by all, the red prince of monaco rises resplendent.

Forza Ferrari! Forza Charles!

Beautifully written anon, thank you for blessing us with these words <3

[izzyyys-world]

The Lin Kuei bros Headcanons

Bi-Han

1: he feels responsible for everything and HATES showing weakness

2: Was always the strongest in training, but instead of encouraging his brothers, he pushed them harder.

3: Super protective but in a “I’m gonna teach you how to survive, not coddle you” way.

4: Thinks emotions are a liability and criticizes Kuai Liang & Tomas for being too soft.

5: Secretly always watches out for them in the shadows—if someone messes with them, that person mysteriously disappears.

6: Despite his cold exterior, he actually has a soft spot for childhood memories (he just won’t admit it).

7: If you ever get him to drink, he’s an angry drunk—talks about the Lin Kuei’s failures, gets aggressive, then passes out like a rock.

8: Would absolutely take a fatal hit for Kuai Liang or Tomas—he’d rather die than admit he loves them.

9: Bi-Han never wanted to be a villain. He just wanted to be strong enough that no one could ever hurt him or his brothers. But in trying to protect them, he pushed them away.

10: He resents the fact that Kuai Liang is more loved than he ever was. The clan saw Kuai as the “noble” one, the “honourable” one. No one ever saw how much Bi-Han sacrificed.

11: Deep down, he misses his brothers—but he refuses to admit it. It would be easier if he hated them, but he doesn’t. He just thinks they’re naïve.

12: He still dreams about their childhood. The days when it was just them, training together, before everything became so... cold.

13: He’s terrified of dying alone. He won’t say it, but the thought of being defeated and having no one left to mourn him haunts him.

Tomas Vrbada:

1: The baby brother energy is STRONG. He jokes around, but he also idolized both Bi-Han and Kuai Liang.

2: Desperately wanted to prove himself—especially because he wasn’t born into the Lin Kuei like the other two.

3: The most emotional—he actually believes in forming bonds outside of the clan, which gets him in trouble.

4: Big on physical affection—he’ll clap a hand on Kuai’s shoulder, ruffle Bi-Han’s hair (if he wants to die that day), and hugs like a champ.

5: Despite being the youngest, he’s the best at handling his emotions—he calls out Kuai for bottling things up and lowkey roasts Bi-Han for being emotionally constipated.

6: The fastest of the three—his smoke abilities make him nearly impossible to hit in combat.

7: Absolutely will prank Bi-Han—one time he swapped out his armour for slightly looser pieces so it felt wrong all day (Bi-Han almost froze him solid).

8: Kuai Liang is his favorite brother—but he’d never say it outright because he still seeks Bi-Han’s approval.

9: If Kuai or Bi-Han are ever in danger, Tomas will throw himself in harm’s way first. No hesitation.

10: He never gave up on Bi-Han—not until it was too late. He thought, if anyone could reach him, it’s me. But even Tomas couldn’t bring him back.

11: He was always terrified of being abandoned. He wasn’t born into the Lin Kuei, and even though Kuai and Bi-Han treated him like a brother, some part of him always feared he wasn’t truly one of them.

12: He saw Bi-Han as invincible. Seeing his brother break, seeing him turn against them—it shattered Tomas' world.

13: Sometimes, he wonders if Bi-Han ever truly cared about him. Did he ever see him as a real brother, or was he just another weapon in the Lin Kuei’s arsenal?

14: He still catches himself looking over his shoulder, expecting Bi-Han to be there. But he never is.

15: He can’t bring himself to call Bi-Han his enemy. Even after everything, he still remembers the brother who protected him when they were younger.

Kuai Liang

1: Grew up always in Bi-Han’s shadow, trying to live up to his legacy but refusing to be as cold as him.

2: Had to step up as the "big brother" for Tomas, even though Kuai still felt like a kid himself.

3: The peacemaker between Bi-Han’s ruthlessness and Tomas’ more carefree personality.

4: Even though he acts calm, he has a deep anger inside him—he just channels it better.

5: The best cook of the three—his fire abilities make it easy, and Bi-Han absolutely won’t admit he loves his food.

6: Best at stealth missions—Tomas may be Smoke, but Kuai learned how to move undetected from Bi-Han and perfected it.

7: Will fistfight anyone who insults Tomas—he acts chill, but if you push him too far, he’s scary as hell.

8: He always looked up to Bi-Han. Even when his brother was harsh, Kuai wanted to believe there was still warmth in him.

9: The first time Bi-Han truly hurt him, he told himself it was just anger. But it happened again. And again. And one day, he had to accept that the brother he loved was gone.

10: He still blames himself. What if I had fought harder for him? What if I had tried one more time? What if I had been the one to fall instead?

11: He can never forget the look in Bi-Han’s eyes when he chose power over family. That moment replays in his nightmares.

12: He feels like he’s failing Tomas, too. No matter how hard he tries to be a good brother, part of him fears Tomas will leave, just like Bi-Han did.

[ljjsims]

Greek Goddess Legacy Challenge: Generation #10 Nike: Completed

Why compete if not to win? Please welcome goddess of Victory, Nike!

Growing up with 2 older brothers, you felt the constant need to prove yourself to them. Be as cool as them. as Strong as them. Be better then them, even thought they try to keep you small. and when you grow older, they find they can’t anymore. you’ve found that your strength lies in sports. running, swimming, lifting; anything you can win medals with, you love. And it so happens your favorite color is gold. so it’s decided then: you will win all gold medals in sports you can. you will be the fastest. the strongest. the best. you will not back down before you have reached your goal. You are a winner.

Little bit explanation with the sheets: - First sheet is for describing your current generation, with the challenges you need to do each life-stage. Also, because I love the myths, a bit of mythological background. May it inspire you :) - Second sheet is the preparation sheet for this generation, with important characters for your story. It is technically optional, but I love seeing sims with a backstory in my world, so I would highly recommend it. - Third sheet is for your gens children. They all have their own little challenges if your interested in those. I try to make all of them a bit different from each other, so it doesn’t get boring. Your heir is also on this sheet, but I’ve put their challenges on their own sheets. Stay tuned for those ;)

Next Generation is Artemis! Previous Generation was Nemesis First Generation is Gaia

The Greek Goddesses Challenge by LJJ-Sims is a challenge based on the ancient mythical creatures and stories from Greece. I fell in love with Greek mythology in high school and have not let that love go since. In this challenge you will follow 10 deities in their journey through life. Every goddess has a different take on and goal in life. Special about this challenge?  All your kids have little challenges of their own, not only your heir. These challenges are optional, so if you feel like these are too much or just too restricting for you: by all means let them go. I also have sheets for characters that you can make before you start each generation. This gives your challenge a lot more personality and makes it frankly easier and more fun!

A little disclaimer: because I made these gods and goddesses into a legacy challenge, the relationships in the myths don’t exactly match the relationship in this challenge. There is a lot of keep it in the family in mythology, to put it lightly. And apart from the fact that you can’t do that in the Sims, I don’t really like that part. So I didn’t include it, thus the inconsistency. An example: Ares is now Hera’s stepfather instead of her son, which she conceived with her brother  and husband Zeus. This inconsistency can also be found in the stories. It’s just based on and not copied exactly, as Sims live lives that are a lot shorter than those of immortal gods. And it takes a way from the creativity if we just copy the myths. Even if we wanted to do that, it’s quite hard, as every myths has its fair share of variations and some are just completely different stories.

I use the MCCC-mod to alter the length of life states. You can find the days-years ratio here: the boring stuff.

I get all the information from several sites about mythology, but mostly use https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses. This is a great place to start if you want to know the myths surrounding a certain god or goddess. Wikipedia is also a friend of mine in this challenge, although I automatically doubt a lot of information that is on there. More of a book person? I absolutely adore Stephen Fry’s Mythos, which is very beginner friendly, and Nathalie Haynes Pandora’s jar. For little synopses of gods, I would recommend Greek Mythology: The Gods, Goddesses, and Heroes Handbook by Liv Albert.

[techycatartist]

Though I am (obviously) mad at how post-merger SF handled the closure of Kingda Ka, one thing that I’m not keen on is the idea that it was motivated out of Cedar Fair/Cedar Point’s jealousy at Six Flags/Six Flags Great Adventure for taking the title of world’s tallest and fastest coaster away from Top Thrill Dragster. While not an ultra-popular sentiment, I have seen it echoed by some enthusiasts.

The idea generally goes like this;

Cedar Point opens TTD in 2003, taking the record of the world’s tallest & fastest coaster (and the first-ever “strata” coaster, aka a coaster that’s 400 ft or higher). However, CePo loses the record just two years later when Great Adventure opens Kingda Ka, a coaster of the same model as TTD— but slightly taller and faster. Though Ka would lose the “world’s fastest” title to Formula Rossa in 2010, it was still the tallest and the fastest in the US. Given that CF and SF were business rivals, CF didn’t like how SF stole its thunder in such a short time.

However, all would change when the two companies merged. Though bearing the Six Flags name, this company is controlled by a Cedar Fair majority— all the way up to the CEO, Richard Zimmerman. Now that the company owns both TTD (which had just undergone an extensive refurbishment) and Ka, they were free to do whatever they wanted— and since Cedar Point is the chain’s “golden child”, they wanted to ensure that it alone had North America’s tallest and fastest coaster. Thus, they swiftly approved Ka’s closure and demolition, not even bothering to let the public know until it was too late to get their last rides.

Personally, I find this to be…overly dramatic, to say the least. In reality, both TTD and Ka were expensive to maintain and quite unreliable. In fact, Dick Kinzel (former CEO of Cedar Fair) has gone on record saying that building TTD was his “dumbest decision” from a Financial/ROI standpoint. I don’t know for sure if any legacy Six Flags CEOs or Great Adventure’s former Park President felt the same way about Ka, but it’s not out if the realm of possibility. Once the companies merged, they now had to deal with two stratas…and all the issues/expenses that come with them.

Additionally, CF had spent a good amount of money to “re-imagine” TTD into Top Thrill 2 so that the ride would be more reliable. Unfortunately, TT2 would operate a mere eight days before shutting down for the rest of the season— and while they intend to re-open it this year (after spending some more to fix it), it likely put the kibosh on a similar “re-imagining” for Ka. That, and they’ll never work with Intamin again, despite them being a better candidate for the job compared to Zamperla (who hadn’t done a project like this or on such a scale prior to working on TT2).

To put it simply, the only motive behind Ka’s closure was money. It was an asset that, in post-merger SF’s eyes, was too expensive to maintain in proportion to the profit it generated.

[That being said, I really hope things work out for TT2. I don’t want to see both of them close within such a short amount of time…]