#And that was the first season I listened to as it was going on
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Fresh Out The Slammer
pairing: oscar piastri x norris reader; lando norris x sister reader; talks about carlos sainz x norris reader (past relationship)
series: the tortured poets department
synopsis: 'fresh out the slammer,' slammer meaning jail. y/n looks back at her old relationship with carlos sainz as if it was like being in prison. she's finally escaped and found love with oscar piastri.
warnings: ptsd; the media being horrible
author's note: I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS!!! hope y'all like it 🥺
Another summer taking cover, rolling thunder
He don't understand me
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter
He was with her in dreams
You wake up distraught and sweaty in the middle of a hot Australian summer night. It was because of a dream you had about Carlos with the whores you would see him with.
"Are you okay honey?" Oscar mumbles. He notices the state that you were in, it was like you were struck by thunder. "Let me get you water."
Oscar turns on the lamp by his bedside to then go to the kitchen you get you a glass of water. Once Oscar comes back to give you the water, he gives you a minute before asking the question. "What's wrong honey?"
"I ... had a dream about Carlos," you take a deep breath and continue talking. "It felt so real. I felt like I was back with Carlos and seeing him with whores while I was alone splintered back in winter. I remember I would eat my dinners in silence and be bitter that Carlos was with girls while I was alone."
Oscar can tell it was still hard for you to talk about your past relationship with Carlos, you did spend 3 years with him. "I don't think I will fully understand or feel what you went through with your relationship with Carlos. My past relationships have been short term. But I will always be here to listen and comfort you." He hugs you so that you two can cuddle back in bed.
"Thank you for always being there even when you don't understand." You lightly kiss him and fall back to sleep. Slowly you were breaking free from the slammer of the trauma you had with your past relationship and healing with the love of your life.
Years of labor, locks and ceilings
In the shade of how he was feeling
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
The 2024 season started back up at the beginning of March at the Bahrain Grand Prix. You were excited to be back in paddock to support your brother and your boyfriend. They had both left early in the morning to start practicing for qualifying.
Once you got into the paddock, you see the Ferrari garage and remember the years of labor, locks, and ceilings you went through with Carlos and Ferrari. It was always in the shade of how Carlos was feeling, Ferrari red.
As you walk past the Ferrari garage to get to McLaren garage, you hear a voice that was familiar to you. "Y/N!" It was Alexandra.
"Oh my god! Hi, Alex." You both hug. One of the things you actually miss from Ferrari was your friendship with Alex.
"How are you? It's been so long!" She exclaimed. "The last time we saw each other, it was a bad time." Last time you saw Alex was at your failed wedding with Carlos.
"I've genuinely been doing good." You smile sympathetic to Alex. "I'm happier than the last time we saw each other. How are you and Charles?"
"We're doing amazing!" She says happily. "We're having a baby boy soon."
Your eyes widen at what Alex had spilled. "You're having a baby!"
"Oh not an actual baby," she giggles. "We're getting our baby dachshund in a few weeks."
"Oh my god! That's so exciting! You need to post pictures of him as soon as you get him." You exclaim to Alex about the puppy her and Charles were getting soon.
Speaking about Charles, he comes up and Alex with none other than Carlos with him. This will be the first time seeing each other physically. "Hi, Y/N. How are you?" Charles asks.
"I'm doing very well. Alex was telling me you guys are getting baby dachshund in a few weeks." You notice that Carlos was staring at you while you were talking to Charles. You just ignore him and pay attention to your conversation with Alex and Charles.
Alex tells Charles about what she said about the baby dachshund. "We're excited about starting our family by adding Leo." Charles smiles while talking about his baby dachshund. "But one day, we'll start our own human family."
'I'm happy for you guys for starting a family." You smile at them. "I've always wanted to start a family of my own. Right Carlos?" You ask him since he was listen to the conversation as well. He was too stunned to speak.
While you were waiting for Carlos to respond, two drivers wearing papaya colored race suits join the conversation. "What are we talking about?" Lando asks.
"We were talking about Charles and Alexandra starting a family by them getting a dog." Carlos says completely ignoring your question. He notices Oscar back hugging you while you're listening to the conversation.
"I'm getting a nephew! I thought Y/N would give me on before you Charles." Lando says jokingly to the group. Everyone except for Carlos laughs at Lando's joke.
"One day we'll give you a nephew or niece mate." Oscar says to the group then looks at you. "Let me put a ring on her finger and get tied to her first before that." You smile at what Oscar says.
Even though you did your time, it was going to be alright for you. You found the one.
Camera flashes, welcome bashes
Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge
As I said in my letters, now that I know better
I will never lose my baby again
Tonight was the race of Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. News got out that Carlos would not be racing since he had to get his appendix removed. You and the rest of the McLaren team sent your sympathies to the Sainz family by sending them flowers and letters wishing him to get better.
As you scan your vip paddock pass through the gates, a bunch of cameras flashed at you with reporters asking you questions. "Y/N is it true that you were happy that Carlos wouldn't be able to race tonight? That he was finally getting his karma for the way he treated you."
"That's a ridiculous and disgusting question ma'am." You says to her in disgust as she points the mic to you. "What type of person would wish evil on a person? Even though Mr. Sainz and I aren't in a relationship, I would never wish evil on him. Earlier today, the McLaren team members and I wrote letters and sent flowers wishing Mr. Sainz and his family to have a smooth and speedy recovery. Get your facts straight next time and have a good rest of your night ma'am." You say your final thoughts and leave to go to the McLaren garage.
You see Oscar waiting for you, "You were really strong out there honey. You spoke nothing but the truth." He says and kisses your temple.
"You're not mad at me for speaking about him, baby?" You ask him.
"No because I know who you are and what your intentions are. That's what I love about you." He smiles at you and you both go into the garage so he can get ready for the night race.
If you were in your previous relationship, he would've got mad at you for speaking to the media. But now you know that you'll never lose your baby again.
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f1news Carlos Sainz’s ex fiancé, Y/N Norris, speaks out to a interviewer about her feelings towards Sainz getting his appendix removed. Norris, silencing the rumors that she's happy her ex fiancé isn't racing at the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, states "Even though Mr. Sainz and I aren't in a relationship, I would never wish evil on him. Earlier today, the McLaren team members and I wrote letters and sent flowers wishing Mr. Sainz and his family to have a smooth and speedy recovery."
Oscar Piastri, Norris' current boyfriend and brother's McLaren teammate, states in an interview after receiving 4th place at the race, "Y/N is the strongest and most compassionate woman I've ever known. It's disgusting that the media asked her if she was happy Carlos was in the hospital. She would never wish evil on him even though she went through the slammer in her relationship with him."
user1 @yourinstagram is so classy. i would’ve wished evil for the man who put me through hell
user2 THE AUDACITY THE INTERVIEWER HAD TO ASK Y/N THAT QUESTION
user3 @oscarpiastri is a keeper @yourinstagram 🥹
user4 @oscarpiastri speaks so highly of @yourinstagram HE’S SO IN LOVE 😭🥺
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Now, pretty baby, I'm running
To the house where you still wait up, and that porch light gleams
To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams
After the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, you and Oscar decided to take a small vacation at Oscar's family home the week before his home race. From there you finally got to meet his parents and his three sisters.
You guys were outside on the porch with the light gleams roasting marshmallows at the camp fire. "Oscar, you need to stop hanging out with Logan because his American traditions are rubbing off on you." One of Oscar's sisters jokingly says in front of the family.
"Well isn't this what American families do? Roast marshmallows in the summer on the pouch. It's a plus that I have the girl of my American dreams." Oscar looks at you smiling.
"You're not even American baby." You laugh at what Oscar said in front of everyone.
And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway
Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake
Here, at the park where we used to sit on children's swings
Wearing imaginary rings
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
Once the rest of Oscar's family went inside the house, Oscar decided to take you to the park near his house. You guys sit down on children's swings talking about the past and future.
"Thank you baby for loving me." You say grateful that you found love again. "Even if I went through a lot."
"Loving you is easy honey. I know you've been through a lot but what matters now is us and our future." He gets off of his swing and drops one knee down in front of you. Your eyes start tearing up. "Y/N these past few months have been nothing but bliss. There's no way I'm screwing up now that I know what's at stake. You have my whole heart."
"Y/N will you marry me?"
You stand up and say happily, "Yes baby. Forever and always."
After years of going through the slammer, you were going to be alright at the end.
Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
(Fresh out the slammer, oh)
yourinstagram now, pretty baby, i'm running back home to you @oscarpiastri 💍🩵
oscarpiastri i'll always be by your side no matter what 🩶
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landonorris THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! MY FAVS ARE GETTING MARRIED!!!
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oscarpiastri you're stuck with me forever @landonorris
landonorris i like that
yourinstagram excuse me @landonorris he's my FIANCÉ not yours 😒
mclaren congrats @yourinstagram and @oscarpiastri happy for you guys 🥹🧡
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yourinstagram papaya by blood, now papaya through marriage 💍🧡
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f1news FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER: Oscar Piastri and Y/N Norris arrive at the Australian Grand Prix after announcing engagement on social media. Congratulations @yourinstagram and @oscarpiastri
user1 I BET CARLOS IS CRYING IN HIS ROOM RN
user2 I'm so happy for my parents 🥹
user3 After years of Y/N being unhappy in her relationship with Carlos, she's finally out of the slammer. She's thriving and now engaged with Oscar!!! 😆
user4 thank you carlos for breaking my girl's heart so that she can be happier without you
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#f1#lando norris x reader#carlos sainz x reader#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri#lando norris#carlos sainz#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader
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Don't Cry Over Spilled Lemonade
Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: None that I can think of, this is kinda angsty tho
A/N: Surprise post IG I wrote this in my notes app because I couldn't sleep so if there are spelling or grammar issues I'm sorry. let me know if you want a part two because I wouldn't mind continuing this.
Anthony adored how close you were to his siblings. You had become a close family friend ever since you defended Daphne against some creep at her first-ever ball out in society, it was your second season and you had taken it upon yourself to keep an eye on the diamond, looking out for her quietly in the background.
You weren’t going to intervene at all, just offer her some advice woman to woman if the need arose but when you saw Baron Taylor grab the redhead by the wrist you couldn’t hold back.
Anthony himself was only seconds away from coming to his sister's aid when you ‘accidently’ tripped into the man spilling your glass of lemonade down the front of his vest.
“Perhaps my Lord if we kept our hands to ourselves certain… interventions might’ve not had to happen. Don’t you think?” When Anthony had seen your raised eyebrow and defensive posture all aimed at the scumbag who dared lay a hand on his baby sister he couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love right then and there. Not that he’d ever admit it to himself or anyone else for that matter.
A day later Daphne had invited you to tea at their family house in order to thank you for the rescue and potentially make a new friend and ally within the marriage mart.
Ever since that day, you’d been a regular in his home, but you were never there for him as much as he’d have liked you to be. No, you were always there for one of his siblings. You were there to talk with Daphne, first about her counting of the duke and then slowly transitioning into how she felt about being a married woman and then a mother. He could also find you sketching in silence next to Benedict, the two of you after attending to draw the same scene and then critiquing each other's work when you were done. You would trade books and ideas with Eloise, listen to Fran play the piano while working on your embroidery, and the scenes which would warm his heart the most, you’d come around to chase after Greg and Hyancith playing with them in the gardens and keeping a watchful eye to make sure they stayed safe.
Anthony adored how close you were to his siblings, and he loathed how much of a distance there seemed to be between the two of you.
You were cold to the Viscount, you had been since the evening you came to Daphne’s rescue, he had attempted to give you his thanks and you had simply excused yourself, “My apologies my Lord but I seem to be down a glass of lemonade presently and I find myself to be quite parched, excuse me.” Your tone was cold and Anthony spent the rest of that night and the next two years trying to figure out what he possibly couldn’t done to make you so icy towards him.
“I do not understand it Ben, she is so kind and lovely to the rest of you but is like a stone wall when it comes to me, what could I be missing?”
“Perhaps she just doesn’t like you brother have you ever thought of that?” Benedict was too preoccupied with this still life to deal with his older brothers pining at the moment.
“That is not possible, I’ve done nothing but be the perfect gentleman to her.”
“Anthony I have no idea why dear Y/N does not like you but what exactly will you whining in my studio do about that?”
“I resent that. I am not whining I am simply asking my dearest brother for his advice on a matter I care very much about. I thought that was what brothers were for.”
“You want my advice, Anthony? Think. Think long and hard about what you want and how you’ll get it because Y/N has no patience for wishy-washy men.”
“That is horrible advice, Ben.”
“When then perhaps you can find better advice from your other brothers. Which will it be Anthony, the one who has been blindly in love with his best friend for years, or the ten-year-old?”
“I hate it when you’re right.”
“I know. Now leave, that storm cloud above your head is casting shadows on my fruit.” Ben pointed his paintbrush at the bowl of fruit balanced atop a stool. Anthony huffed and knowing that it would bother his brother, he grabbed the apple off the top of the pile and took a bite of it as he strode out of the room
Ben had told him to think, but Anthony didn’t know what to think about. He knew that he craved your attention. He knew that he enjoyed seeing you around his house, interacting with the people whom he loves. He enjoyed hearing your witty comebacks and the way that even if you were not doing anything in particular you still fill the space you’re in.
He wanted her in his life, and if he was being completely honest with himself he wanted more than that.
It’s during his musing that he runs into her in the hallway, you have a book clutched within your hand, and your head is held high. You don’t stop your stride even though he knows that you saw him. He bites his lip and tampers down a smirk. Add another thing to that list of things he likes about you, you have fire, he just wished that it wasn’t always aimed at him.
“Lady, L/N which one of my dear siblings are you spending your day with today?” He attempts to match his pace with yours catching up to you so that the two of you walk shoulder and shoulder.
“Actually, Lord Bridgerton, I was having tea with your mother this afternoon she invited me over so we could discuss what to do about Frannie’s debut next season.”
This was not something that normal family friends do, you know that and he knows that. His sibling’s entrances into society are a matter which the viscountess must handle, something his mother has had to continue to do because of his lack of a wife.
“That was very kind of you to help her with.”
“Well, she doesn’t have anyone else to help her.” Your words cut him down, not for the first time.
“Lady L/N may I be frank?”
“It is your home, you may do as you please.” You turn to face him, your face a mask of indifference.
“What have I done to cross you, for the longest time I have known you you have been cold to me and I do not understand why?”
“I had figured that you did not remember, either that or you had purposely forgone trying to speak with me about it.”
“About what?”
“Our first meeting My Lord.”
“I remember our first meeting very clearly, it is one of my fondest memories seeing you stand up for Daphne and ruin Lord Taylor’s vest.” He tilts his head to the side and smiles at the memory.
“That was not the first time we met My Lord, the first time we met you snubbed me in front of the entire ton and sparked rumors that did not leave me until two seasons later.” She was harsh in her words and the tightness in her shoulder’s belayed her desire to flee.
Anthony was speechless, surely he had not? He would’ve remembered her, would’ve remembered turning down one of the most beautiful women he had ever met, intentionally or otherwise.
“I- I beg your deepest forgiveness Y/N I do not remember and if I had I would’ve tried to make it up to you tenfold by now.”
Your eyes began to gloss over and you looked at the wall beside his head, “It was my first season out, Lady Danbury’s ball, and I had seen you standing there surrounded by other gentleman. I had thought you a very fine figure and despite the rumor mill telling me you were nothing but a rake I had tried to begin a conversation. All you did was turn to me and laugh. I wasn’t asked to dance for the entire rest of that season and it was only until my Mother forced the son of one of her garden party friends to dance with me was that streak broken. You were the first and only man I had ever attempted to pursue and you laughed in my face. Were it not for my deep need to help those I see in need I would never have talked to you or any member of the Bridgerton family for the rest of my life.”
“You must know that I regret that, I regret everything I have ever done to hurt you and I will spend the rest of my days working for your forgiveness.” If Anthony was a weaker man he would’ve fallen to his knees and begged for your forgiveness until his last breath, right there in the hallways of his family’s home.
“I appreciate your words Anthony, but that’s all they are… words. I am unmarried, one year from becoming a spinster in the eyes of the entire ton, and you, you are the only one I can blame.” You don’t wait for his reply, just stalking off and wiping the tears from your eyes.
Anthony resolved himself in that moment. He would do whatever it took to make it up to you, to bring a smile to your face, and to cast away the hurt he had caused.
#anthony bridgerton x plus size reader#anthony bridgerton#anthony bridgerton x reader#bridgerton imagine#x reader#fanfic#bridgerton fanfiction#plus size reader#plus size!reader#drabble#requests open#requests wanted#bridgerton
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I digress for a moment from the Capitol Arc to give you this comic because there will be reference to it in the near future
If you're new around here and haven't read the rest of my rf5 comics first of all, hi :D
Secondly, here's a link to the masterpost so you can read the rest in order if interested
#rune factory 5#rune factory#rf5#this comic has been in wip hell for ages#originally ares and reinhard weren't so obviously flirting as they are now#it was going to be meg flirting with ares#but I had planned for this comic to happen way earlier in the story. with it being so much later down the line things changed#meg can tell when she's stepping on toes so instead of teasing she gave the reins back to rei haha#so i guess in this universe 's lore meg doesn't arrive until autumn season then#Meg said Ares isn't her type but if he had is glasses on oh how things would have changed XD#aashi doodles#oh yeah i was listening to the Beatles during my first time drawing Meg so now I've associated her with them#Meg is all of the Beatles all at once haha just every scene with her a Beatles song is playing
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If the only thing you can lord over buddie is that bucktommy is canon, then you really didn't care at all about the ship.
7 seasons of being a family unit, being there for each other, having each other's back but hey! Here comes another underdeveloped love interest, but since it's a man this time, you don't care about Buck being stuck in the same hamster wheel, again, because he's kissing a man and that's hot 🙄
Also for all your doom and gloom about buddie not happening, do remember that Tommy/Eddie was an idea in Tim's mind at first, so Eddie can be read as queer, even if it's not in canon yet.
I guess you don't place much value on them being a family unit and always there for each other, and having each other's back...all of which is still true and will continue to BE true. But it's only important to you as a prelude to them kissing, right? It has no value in and of itself. I love their relationship. I love what they are to each other. But YOU are making me not want to see it, because every time they turn to each other, lean on each other, support each other, we have to listen to you shrieking BUDDIE CANON CONFIRMED or whatever, because to a certain genre of shipper (not all buddie shippers, etc) any interaction or feeling they have with each other exists only in service to the ship.
I swear to god, I'm gonna banish the phrase "hamster wheel" from y'all's mouths until I get an actual definition as to what you think it means, because from where I sit, to you it just means "he's with someone who's not Eddie." To me, it means that Buck continually fell bass-ackwards into relationships that weren't right for him, looking for something he wasn't even sure what it was. And heyyyyy, he's currently in a relationship that he actively chose and fought for, having learned something new and important about himself, with someone who makes him giddy and excited in a way we have never seen him be, who the people around him can see gives him contentment. But none of that matters, because it's not Eddie, and that is by definition his only appropriate partner, so he must still be on that hamster wheel. Also if we're going by creator intent here, Tim's said he wrote this relationship specifically to reflect Buck being off of it.
As for underdeveloped love interest? I wrote an entire ass essay about how MUCH we know about Tommy, and it's reams compared to anything we've ever known about Buck's girlfriends OR Eddie's current girlfriend who does not even have a last name. Tommy has been introduced in a way that integrates him with the 118, with multiple interests, a character arc of his own from his first appearance, a set of motivations and emotional arcs that are NOT about Buck, and something to actually offer in a relationship besides existing. Anyone saying he's underdeveloped is determined to read him as such, especially for the limited amount of time we've had him.
And I never said Eddie couldn't be read as queer. He can EASILY be read as queer. I said he WOULDN'T be. Those are two different things. If Tommy and Eddie had gotten together (which I give no more narrative weight to than Maddie and Eddie getting together, which was also a gleam in the eye at one point) I'd equally be saying that Buck would never be queer.
It's hilarious to me that I'm being accused of liking a ship because it's hot (it is, and I do, and that's...fine? there's nothing bad about that?) as if people enjoy Buddie because of the amorphous purity of it all and not at ALL because it's hot (it is and you should say so).
If my thoughts about this are so upsetting to you, just block me, dude. I promise I won't take it personally.
Also, just...learn to enjoy a ship whether it's canon or not. I've done it, we've all done it. It's not that hard, especially THIS ship, which has so much good stuff to it regardless of whether there's romance or not. Those of us who like Buck with Tommy are not taking away from you enjoying Buddie, or anyone doing so. It's not like...the State of Buddie will lose congressional representation if the population falls below a certain level. The existence of another ship does not affect yours.
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Raglan James, Marius de Romanus and Daniel Molloy's memory loss
Okay, this sounds insane and I could be very wrong... but I still think it is possible that Justin Kirk plays Marius. Hear me out.
Obviously, Raglan James is a real character and I think AMC is going to use him (for later iwtv seasons and maybe for their talamasca show as well). But in season 1 Rashid was also really Armand... and Rashid is now a real character with a role in the story as well. The same could be true for Raglan James.
So, why would Marius be impersonating Raglan James?
Mainly, because he feels protective and responsible for Daniel. I think Marius played a role in Daniel's memory loss and recovery as a person after the first interview (and possible chase/love affair with Armand). Armand and Louis left him broken and confused and needed someone to help and take care of him. Enter Marius.
Biggest clue:
Roman Weiss Publishing House? Like, come on. No publishing house is called like that, unless it is connected to Marius de Romanus. Also, this is Daniel's memoir, his other books are published at a different (normal) publishing house. But the memoir that is connected to his memory loss is published by Roman Weiss.... hmmmm....
Don't forget: in the books it was Marius who helped Daniel recover after he lost his mind. Daniel stayed with Marius for years. Marius loved Daniel and loved taking care of him.
(And yes I think AMC!Armand can know at this point that Marius is alive, because I think Lestat will tell him out of spite before Armand throws him off the tower. And Marius's painting is in the Dubai Penthouse.)
I think the Talamasca really has a stake in the interview and sent an agent, Raglan James (who I suspect still works for them at this point). But Marius interfered and kidnapped Raglan James and threw him in his basement.
He wants to help Daniel with his memories. He could be annoyed at Armand and Louis that they are toying with Daniel now, after all he did to take care of Daniel. And he is invested in the bigger picture of the vampire world. He is still taking care of Those Who Must Be Kept and will be aware of the great conversion, because it impacts them (and Amel). He might not like the idea that the Talamasca knows too much about this. And he might know Raglan James is a bad person and he doesn't want him near Daniel (and Armand).
So in this new role he can help Daniel and as a double agent he can keep Raglan James and the Talamasca at bay.
(The Talamasca seems to have a more active role in the AMC Universe than in the books, see also Mayfair Witches. So vampires might also engage with them more actively.)
Are there clues that Raglan James is not who he says he is?
A few. He speaks weirdly. He articulated his name in a weird way and Daniel immediately asked: "Got a real name?" Like he doesn't believe it. It is a clue for the audience: something is going on and we need to pay attention.
And he seems to be bad at his job. Raglan James was not bad at his job, he was just reckless because of bad character. He was actually a genius, but bored and distracted easily. He got kicked out of the Talamasca, because he was using his paranormal powers and knowlegde for personal gain. He lied to the Talamasca and robbed them. David says in ToTBT: "He deceived us with elaborate fabrications and counterfeit records on a scale you wouldn't believe. He loves that sort of connivance." And: "With his gifts he should have been able to deceive us forever."
And look at his interaction with Daniel:
Raglan James says awkwardly (and too loudly): "I will stop looking at you now." And pretends to have a phone conversation. At the end, the whole restaurant is looking at them and listening.
Does that look like a genius secret agent who could have deceived the Talamasca forever? I don't think so. A good agent would have the situation under control. Something is off. Is it Marius? Pathetic, nerdy, vain and controlfreak Marius who thought he could play a secret agent and failed miserably? Maybe.
#interview with the vampire#raglan james#justin kirk#iwtv meta#amc iwtv#iwtv amc#marius de romanus#daniel molloy#interview with the vampire amc#iwtv theory#iwtv speculation
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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (15) | OP81
summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au
pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc
a/n tantalisingly close yet still a bit too far (first oscar podium of the season!!!)
also btw this is gonna be my last post for a little bit, i'm in my exam season, i just wanted to let you guys know!
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omg proof of life
3:28 the subtle comedy of her being so close to the f1 world while being scared of going fast 😭
we need more interviews of her! she's an absolute delight to listen to
don't be shy, release the uncut version
choosing your bf over your literal blood-related cousin is lowkey wild
↳ i mean if you think about it like this: would you rather be driven at high speeds by your cousin who would mess with you or your boyfriend who worships the ground you walk on?
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↳ selinabui @.oscarpiastri just this f1 driver, i think he drives for mclaren
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tina_kim not 100% sold that this is actually her posting... why are they playing mind games with us
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piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h
oscar piastri trending on twitter for two reasons: getting adopted by charles leclerc and that video of him very unsubtly checking out his girlfriend
↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h
i felt like i was intruding but also he was very very attractive in a way that is concerning
jackpot ☆ @slayridgo · 3h
lina's reply to olivia's comment made me realise that taylor, olivia and empty bottles are just... bouncing around europe at the same time and that thought was so funny i just had to share it
↳ jackpot ☆ @slayridgo · 3h
i have all three tour calendars open and they're narrowly missing each other by like a couple days- selivia are both in the same venue in paris in the SAME WEEK but EB is performing june 10-12 and olivia is june 14-15 but by june 15, EB are in amsterdam all while taylor is in the UK and after taylor's UK leg finishes, she's going to amsterdam which is the same time EB's UK round begins and while olivia's on break
↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 49m
the music girlies are having a blast
june @linafesting · 2h
wait not me just realising that EB's break almost perfectly coincides with the F1 summer break...
↳ june @linafesting · 2h
where's that reddit theory that EB planned the tour around the F1 calendar, how long does it take to plan a tour???
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oscarpiastri Feeling the Monégasque love this weekend 💛
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ninisf1diary Oscar Piastri-Leclerc 😭😭😭
piastri_lina pls don't fall victim to the monaco curse pls pls pls
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opal @pxastrixxx · 7h
SHE isn't even attending the monaco gp like figures...
↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@.linabelles · 4h
fyi she can't go bc she's performing two sold-out shows milan on race weekend, you would know this if you used your brain
Kas 🎸 @EB_KAS · 3h
got put in time out bc i laughed at lina when she walked into a doorframe, someone avenge me
↳ Lando Norris @.LandoNorris · 2h
Did she happen to be on the phone with my teammate?
↳ Kas 🎸 @EB_KAS · 14m
embarrassingly, yes
president linami @.linaminami · 7m
i'm like crying wdym lina was so distracted on the phone with oscar she WALKED INTO A DOORFRAME
↳ president linami @.linaminami · 6m
GIRLIE THIS IS SLIGHTLY PATHETIC GET OFF THE GROUND 😭
kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h
somewhere in milan selina bui is screaming bc jenson button is commentating the monaco grand prix
↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 1h
context???
↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 47m
omg sorry i forget that a lot more f1 fans follow me now 😭 lina had a massive childhood crush on jenson button, there's a photo of her like two inches from the tv staring at him
jess @OPIXSTRI · 21m
why do lina and i have the same taste in men :) surely there has to be a jenson button to oscar piastri pipeline out there
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selinabui but it's the monaco grand prix! i never miss the grand prix!
emptybottlesbar All tuned in right before Milan Night 1 🙈
oscarpiastri How's your head?
↳ selinabui @.oscarpiastri i think u know from experience :)
↳ cameliazzz @.selinabui there are CHILDREN on this app
moonbeamlina got catfished by the selfie bc why was the rest just f1
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TMD Tour News @EB-TMDTour · 2h
A fan close to the stage interrupts the welcome speech to tell the band about the results of Formula 1 qualifying. I realise how crazy this sounds as I'm typing it up, but I'm being dead serious; congrats to Oscar for a P2 position!
#TMDWorldTour
↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 2h
i'm dying they just paused the show for the results, we're only one song into the show, lina's barely gotten thru introductions and then you just hear: "OSCAR P2!" like DAMN way to get her attention
EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 2h
Fan: Oscar qualified P2!
Lina: Huh? I heard Oscar, what's happening? Oh my god, is qualifying over, how'd it end up?
Fan: Piastri P2! Leclerc on pole! Zhou P20!
Lina: Oscar P2? *pause* There isn't anything being investigated is there?
↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h
"there isn't anything being investigated is there" LMAO SHE'S TRAUMATISED FROM IMOLA 😭😭😭
↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h
zhou p20 hurt a little actually, she was so unfazed
↳ jules 🌿 @juliiaapxp · 53m
i mean she clearly watched the practice sessions, she knows that the saubers have been dreadful this weekend, she probably expected that result
lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 12m
why was she so darn hot tonight... is this that famed oscar piastri effect?
president linami @ linaminami · 1h
i need her biblically ngl why did that smirk make me blush so hard tonight, i've watched basically every show on these grainy ass live streams but tonight's one got me kicking my legs in the middle of the night
EB Bar @theemptybottlesbar · 23m
hey... hey... how y'all doing?
↳ oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 18m
i've been tense since fp3 and now i'm being seduced by selina bui so i'm probably not doing very well mentally
↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h
with all the love in my heart, tell them to stop being so hot
piaa⁸¹ @.papayaeightyone · 21m
oscar is gonna open up this app with hundreds of thousands of EB fans down so bad for his girlfriend and he's gonna get it
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Milan, Italy
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lukaszhang post-show shenanigans
tagged: eb_jonno, aidan_ebass, selinabui and cameliazzz
aidan_ebass some of us, i don't wanna name names, are becoming alcohol-dependent
↳ selinabui @aidan_ebass i'm not playing with u, it's jonny
↳ eb_jonno @.selinabui i can't be offended by something that i wholeheartedly agree with
cameliazzz for the record, i don't recall any of this
emptybottlesbar you can be drunk but never camilina ijbol drunk
↳ selinabui @emptybottlesbar you were born in the year 1993, this is embarrassing for everyone
↳ linasgirl4 @.selinabui SHE'S BACK TERRORISING HER MANAGEMENT ACCOUNTS I'VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER
TWITTER
pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h
thoughts and prayers to lina bui bc she decided to have a concert in the middle of the monaco gp where her boyfriend starts from the front row
↳ emme @flowersforcami · 1h
technically... the show starts at 5pm and the grand prix should end by like 4:45pm... she could very much so watch it
↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 1h
unfortunately i think they run a soundcheck plus hair and makeup in the lead-up to the show, that's also the reason why she couldn't watch quali! it all takes a bit and cami has said that they eat lunch then start preparing for the show then have a quick dinner then often grab supper after the show ends
Formula 1 @.F1 · 5m
🔴 RED FLAG 🔴
Sainz runs off in Casino Square and there are three cars behind which have made contact
#F1 #MonacoGP
↳ emme @flowersforcami · 2m
lmao yeah no lina aint watching shit...
MESSAGES
from the phone of selina bui
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TMD Tour News @EB-TMDTour · 1h
Lina addresses Oscar Piastri's podium finish at the Monaco Grand Prix!
"Guys, I know, you don't have to yell it up to me today, he texted me backstage during intermission."
#TMDWorldTour
↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 1h
LMAO I WAS LITERALLY WONDERING WHY INTERMISSION FELT SO LONG TONIGHT
opal @pxastrixxx · 1h
oscar got his first podium of the season and does she even care?
↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 1h
the whole race when it was cutting to the ferrari wags and absolutely nothing from the papaya garage... the silence was loud ngl
↳ piaa⁸¹ @papayaeightyone · 28m
can you stop bringing her up if you clearly don't like her? she's in the middle of a world tour, she physically couldn't attend bc she's performing to 17000 people in milan, and fyi, she did care, she congratulated him in private, not everything about their relationship is a spectacle, get a fucking life :)
liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 17m
her comedic timing 😭 she's baiting us all, i swear... she started the encore with the most melodramatic sigh and the sweetest voice with the acoustic guitar, and then she pulled the rug out from under us all
↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 15m
she said: oscar, if you're still watching... *a couple seconds of guitar strumming with an angelic smile, you think she's about to give the most lovely speech of how proud she is of him* stop 🥰 NOW IF I WERE OSCAR PIASTRI--
↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2m
he's so goofy sometimes it's so indearing like no wonder she's so down bad
emptybottles_official
Italy
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emptybottles_official Florence and Milan, you guys were absolute DREAMS! This past week in Italy has been nothing short of magical, and we hope we lived up to the love you've shown us since our debut. These shows have been a long time coming for you guys! 🔜 Zürich, Switzerland 🇨🇭
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Ok so, I’m re watching… listening I guess, tma and just got to ep 134, where we first learned about extinction and the idea of a new power, and it got me thinking.
So spoilers for the episode but the statement Martin reads is about someone going into a room which then “transfers” them into a world where every human had been dead for centuries and there were other beings lived there.
Looking back now with the tmagp knowledge of other dimensions and different fears, what if instead of it being a new fear, it was a fear which in a different dimension was able to pull off their ritual and create a new world, like in season five, and was able to stretch to other dimensions to get more fear.
Ik it might be a bit of an out there theory, but the way it’s described, it seems like the person in the statement stumbled into another universe where, like the eye in season 5, the rituals/fears won and it had so much power it could reach from their world to others for more victims.
The only ting I feel like confirms that, or at least is more evidence, is that there is a whole part of the statement where the guy who took it couldn’t get the victim to describe the beings who seemed to be living there… what if those were those worlds fears?
Thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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prompt: dropped engagement ring! 💍😱
thank you so much for the ask and for the brilliant idea. this one's for you 😎
Five Times Max Failed to Propose to Daniel (and one time he didn't)
Part One: Australia
It was the first time since Daniel and Max had made their relationship public that Red Bull had allowed their two teams to do PR together, and Daniel could not be more excited.
“I’m looking forward to it too,” Yuki had said to him, “because if I have to hear another thing about Max, I swear I’m going to kill you. Hopefully you can get it a little bit out of your system.”
Daniel had cheerfully flipped him off for that, but maybe he had a point. Since both he and Max had put out their statement at the beginning of the season, it was like a switch had flipped in his mind that took his usual internal monologue of Max, Max, Max and had it coming out of his mouth instead.
In the end, Yuki mostly got his wish. Daniel couldn’t help but be all over Max from the moment they arrived at the beach, putting an arm around his waist like he had always wished he could do in public, his heart leaping when Max leaned his head on his shoulder. It was lovely enough that Daniel could completely tune out Yuki’s dramatic gagging and Checo’s obvious attempts to astral project himself out of this situation. Even Scotty, who was already used to hearing Daniel monologuing to him about Max for lack of a better outlet, seemed close to his limit with the two of them as the challenges went on. But Daniel couldn’t care less. When he and Yuki were disqualified from their pretend race, he kissed Max as he put the medal on him. It still hadn’t worn off, that he could do this in front of cameras and anyone else who could see. Maybe it never would.
“You know, this is really special,” said Max, putting a hand in the pocket of his Red Bull jacket. “I’m lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend.”
“Aww,” said Scotty, to the cameras. Behind him, Max’s smile dropped as he checked his other pocket, and then the pockets of his jeans. Checo, who had been eyeing him warily before, now rolled his eyes as Max started scanning the sand around him with slightly increasing panic.
“Lose your keys, Maxy?” asked Daniel.
“No,” said Max, still looking at the sand. He went over to one of the media crew members as Scotty wrapped up the video with Daniel and Yuki, whispering something and gesturing frantically with his hands. When Daniel asked as they trudged up to the interview spot, their fingers laced together, he brushed it off.
But he still seemed distracted throughout the interview, looking back down at the beach where the crew were packing up. Some of them were walking around with metal detectors, covering all the places where he and Max had been standing. Weird.
---
Part Two: Miami
They were at some club--Daniel didn’t know the name, or even where it was, really--ostensibly to celebrate Lando, but Max had made a point to remind anyone who would listen about Daniel’s P4 in the sprint race the day before. He had almost seemed more excited about it than Daniel, if that was even possible. It was unbelievably endearing.
It was still a magical experience to be able to dance with Max regardless of who was watching, not caring about who had their cameras raised to film them. It usually took a lot to get Max on the dance floor at all, but tonight he had been the one to pull Daniel along, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pressing their bodies close. He wasn’t drinking much, though, and so far he had resisted all of Daniel’s requests for them to get out of there together. Daniel wasn’t really sure why, but he was just happy to spend the time with his boyfriend. He made sure not to let anyone forget about Max’s P2, either.
They were sitting in a private booth together, Daniel listening to Max recount the race in detail as he stroked his fingers through his hair, when Lando extracted himself from the crowd to stumble over to where they were sitting, light-up shutter glasses upside down on his face and an empty champagne glass in his hand that was definitely not his first of the night. He wasn’t able to extract himself from Carlos, though, who had kept at least one hand somewhere on Lando since they had arrived at the club. Max seemed to brighten as he saw Lando, pausing his race analysis as he came over.
“Soo, before I say this, I want you to remember that I’m now a race winner,” Lando slurred, pointing a finger at Max. “So I’ve been a little bit busy, and you also can’t be mad at me because. Y’know. I won a Formula One race today.”
Max’s face fell all at once. “Lando, what happened?”
“So you know that very important thing you asked me to do?” he said, holding up the empty glass. “I did definitely remember it. And I was coming over to give it to you guys. But--”
“Where is it?” demanded Max, suddenly absolutely serious. Daniel could feel his whole body tense against him.
Lando cringed. “Well. I forgot about the, uh, the very important thing. And I just kinda,” he mimicked drinking from the empty glass. “Just muscle memory, I guess. And…”
Max looked murderous. “You did not.”
“I did,” said Lando. He cleared his throat loudly, his glasses falling crooked off his face. “Yeah, I felt it go down and I knew I fucked up. Sorry.”
Max opened his mouth and took a deep breath, and Lando held up both his hands. “Race winner! Don’t forget! You can’t yell at me!”
Their conversation wasn’t making any sense, so Daniel turned to Carlos instead. “Having fun?”
“I think so,” said Carlos. He ruffled Lando’s hair, which did nothing to distract either him or Max from their conversation. “Someone’s got to keep this guy out of trouble.”
He said it with such fondness that it almost reminded Daniel of him and Max. He wondered for a moment whether their announcement would be the only one before the season was up. “Cheers, man,” he said. “Good for you.”
“It’ll eventually, you know, come out!” said Lando, now holding both of his hands in front of his face like he was trying to protect himself from Max. It seemed a little necessary, since that only made Max more mad.
“Right, so what’s this about again?” asked Daniel, tuning back in to their argument.
“Nothing,” said Max and Lando at the same time.
Daniel looked at Carlos, who shrugged. “Maybe we should give them some space,” said Carlos, gently tugging Lando away.
“I’ll keep an eye out for it!” called Lando as the two of them returned to the dance floor.
“Don’t bother!” shouted Max. Then, under his breath, “Dickhead.”
Daniel never found out what they were talking about, but knowing his former Mclaren teammate it could have been anything. Max was finally ready to ditch the club at that point, and Daniel was more than happy to let him drag them both out of the club and back to Max’s hotel room.
---
Part Three: Imola
Daniel thought it was a little unusual when Max planned a romantic hike for the two of them after the race on Sunday, but he was very much looking forward to it.
But when the race ended, Daniel was pulled away to do interviews while Max was on the podium, which then turned into a couple of hours of meeting with the team to debrief. That was all right, though, since Daniel had been expecting their schedules to be a little tight. His hiking shoes were already in his bag, and despite the race he still felt like he had the energy as long as it would be with Max.
Once he had excused himself from the meeting and laced up his shoes, he texted Max to find out where they were meeting. have to finish some sponsor stuff, Max texted back. ready in 30 probably.
Max was walking out of the paddock a little sooner than thirty minutes later, falling into step next to Daniel. “I have to go get something from the hotel,” he said. “I’ll meet you back here, yeah?”
“Sounds great,” said Daniel, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before he headed off, practically running. The fans might make it take a little longer to get to and from the hotel, but Daniel was okay waiting.
He had barely landed on a seat back inside of VCARB’s hospitality when Laurent found him again. “There you are,” he said. “I need you to help me find Yuki. The meet-and-greet’s in twenty, and I think he might have left already.”
“What meet-and-greet?” asked Daniel, his heart sinking.
Laurent raised an eyebrow. “With the factory team? Wasn’t that on your calendar?”
It probably had been, but it definitely wasn’t on the private calendar Daniel used to keep track of the events that were really important. “Aw, man, I think I’ve double booked,” he said. “Is this something I can duck out of?”
Laurent frowned. “You should at least make an appearance, but I suppose you could leave a little early if you needed to.”
Daniel followed Laurent with a sigh, sending off a quick text to Max. Got some publicity stuff to do that I totally forgot about. Might be a few more before I’m free, sorry.
not a problem, replied Max. have fun <3
The meet-and-greet was pretty fun, all things considered. Hanging out with the engineers from Faenza was a whole lot better than any kind of sponsor meet-and-greet by a long shot, but Daniel was still anxiously checking his watch as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. As soon as he sensed that his presence was no longer absolutely necessary, he made all the appropriate excuses and bolted, sending another frantic text to Max.
i havent even left the hotel, replied Max. fans are crazy here.
Why don’t I meet u at the trailhead? Daniel sent back. Save us some time xoxo.
Max heart-reacted the message, so Daniel jumped in a rental car and headed off to the trail that Max had promised would be out-of-the-way enough to avoid any prying eyes. Not that they were worried about being caught out anymore, but sometimes it was nice to have a moment just to themselves. Still, he waited in the parked car instead of getting out, hoping to avoid being spotted by the few hikers already walking the trail. By the time Max’s far more conspicuous car pulled up alongside his, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, the last few rays of sunlight giving way to the night sky.
Max looked disappointed as he stepped out of the car, but he smiled as Daniel picked him up and spun him around. “Congrats, babe,” he said, kissing Max the way he had wanted to do all day.
“Sorry to make you wait,” he said once Daniel put him down. “Christian cornered me while I was leaving, and I could not get away from him until he was done. Then the fans had surrounded the exit, so I had to wait for them to go away before I could come see you.”
He looked exhausted, the creases under his eyes even more pronounced than usual. Looking at him made Daniel feel his own tiredness all of a sudden, the exhaustion of the day hitting him all at once now that Max was finally in his arms. Max must have seen it on his face, because he said “I think maybe we could go back to the hotel instead.”
“Only if you want to, Maxy,” said Daniel, even though the suggestion was incredibly tempting. His whole body from his head to the soles of his feet were aching to rest, but he knew how excited Max had been about their hike.
“Honestly, I don’t know if I’m going to make it up to the top. And it’s dark, anyway, so.”
“I could carry you,” offered Daniel, but Max just laughed him off.
“You’re tired too,” he said. “We can do a hike another time.”
They drove back together in Max’s car, Daniel making a mental note to have someone pick up the rental before they left for Monaco. When Daniel fell asleep, Max warm in his arms, he thought that there was nothing that could have happened on that hike to make it better than this.
---
Part Four: Monaco
If Yuki had asked Daniel politely to tone down the PDA on their next joint PR event with Red Bull, Daniel would have happily obliged. But instead, Yuki had said “I hope you don’t do the same sappy bullshit as you did in Australia,” so Daniel had no choice but to dial the sappy bullshit up to eleven just to mess with his teammate.
The raft building contest was an absolute disaster, but that usually made for better PR videos so nobody was complaining. Daniel and Max spent most of their time splashing each other with the nets and trying to sabotage each other’s rafts, and later making their Ken dolls kiss (or, at least, the half of Daniel’s doll that still had a head, yikes). Once they were done with that, the photographer had them stand up against the railing for a couple of pictures where Yuki very obviously wedged himself in between Daniel and Max.
“Okay, can we get a few of just the happy couple?” asked the photographer, giving a wink to both of them. Checo and Yuki stepped away, leaving the two of them to squeeze in close. Daniel put his arm around Max’s waist, and he heard Max quietly mutter “oh, shit.”
When Daniel turned to look at him, he was staring down at the water of the marina with a look of horror on his face. Daniel followed his gaze, but couldn’t see anything below them.
“Okay, look right here,” said the photographer, and Daniel turned back to face her with a big smile. “One, two--wait, Max, where are you going?”
Daniel turned around to see Max with a foot up on the wire, preparing to jump into the water. “Whoa, now,” said Daniel, catching him around the waist. “Wait until you’ve won the race to do that, babe.” Once he had Max back down onto solid ground, he was surprised to see how distraught he looked. He leaned in close under the guise of pressing a kiss to Max’s temple to whisper “You all right?”
A muscle clenched in Max’s jaw as he looked back and forth between Daniel and the water, as if he was having to make a decision. The silence was broken by Checo gasping dramatically and then bursting into laughter, pointing at Max.
“Hey, you fuck off,” said Max, flipping off his teammate who only started to laugh harder. He looked back over the rail at the water and sighed forcefully. “It’s nothing,” he said, turning to face the photographer and pulling Daniel close before he could say anything else. “Don’t worry about it.” Behind her, Checo whispered something to Yuki, who also started laughing obnoxiously.
They got back a picture of Daniel holding Max back from jumping in the water. Daniel posted it to Instagram with the caption “Pictures taken 1 second before disaster <3”. He wasn’t sure why Yuki almost had a fit from laughing so hard when he saw it.
---
Part Five: Australia (again)
There had been just enough time between Monaco and Canada for Daniel to make good on his promise to bring Max to his farm. It already seemed like things were going south, though--Max’s suitcase had gotten lost, which meant that he only had his carry-on with him when Daniel picked him up from the airport. Max seemed remarkably chill about the whole thing, at least. “Everything important is in here,” he said, patting the smaller bag.
It was just as well, since Max was more than happy to wear Daniel’s clothes as they laid in bed watching movies, raced dirt bikes, and took long walks through the Australian countryside together. It was amazing how well Max fit in this place, even though he had never actually seen a sheep up close before and had been awestruck by the same tractor Daniel had seen every day for as long as he could remember. It did make sense, though: Daniel loved this place, and he loved Max, so it was only right for the two to be so perfect together. The weekend they spent together made Daniel wonder why he had never invited Max here before.
He thought back to what Max had said in Australia, about them getting injured and staying here for a couple of races instead. He wasn’t in any rush to get injured, certainly, but the idea of staying here a little longer with Max was just so tempting. The four-day weekend just wasn’t long enough. He wanted to stay here for another week, maybe another month. Maybe forever.
The day before Max was supposed to fly back to Monaco, Daniel went upstairs to their room to collect Max for dinner and found him tearing through his carry-on bag, his things strewn across the room as he frantically searched through every pocket and cranny and apparently coming up empty.
“Hey,” said Daniel. Max jumped when he came into the room, but then he slumped defeatedly against the wall. “What’s up?”
“It’s nothing, I just…” he trailed off, looking through the explosion of his things across the bedroom. “I was so sure I put it in my carry-on, but now I can’t…”
“Let me help,” said Daniel, taking his hands. “Whatever you lost, if we can’t find it we can just replace it.”
Max shook his head. “It’s not--I don’t think we can replace it.” He scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. “I just feel so stupid.”
Daniel sat on the floor next to him, gathering Max up in his arms and holding him close. “Hey. You’re not stupid. These things happen, and if anything it’s the airport’s fault. Not yours.”
He felt Max lean into him, turning his face into his shoulder. “I just can’t believe that this keeps happening,” he murmured.
Daniel wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but maybe Max had been on a streak of losing his things and just hadn’t told Daniel about it. “What was it that you lost?” he asked.
“I--” started Max, before sighing and turning his head away from Daniel’s shoulder. “It was a gift. For you.”
“Aw, Maxy,” said Daniel, kissing Max’s forehead. “You’re all the gift I’ll ever need. Don’t you worry.”
---
Epilogue
Daniel woke up the next day to Max gently playing with his hair, so he was smiling before he even opened his eyes. Usually he woke up before Max, so it was a pleasant surprise to be able to roll over right when he woke up to kiss him lazily. He didn’t need to take Max to the airport until that afternoon, so they had plenty of time to spend just like this.
Max had other plans, though. “I have something important to ask you,” said Max, sitting up in bed and forcing Daniel to follow him up in order to keep their lips close.
“Before you do, I ought to remind you that Jimmy and Sassy wouldn’t get along with a lamb no matter how cute it is,” said Daniel, draping himself over Max to kiss behind his neck.
Max laughed quietly. “That’s not it. Daniel.”
Daniel removed himself from Max just enough to look him in the eyes. “Yeah?”
“Will you marry me?”
Daniel gasped, his hands going to his mouth like he was in some cheesy movie. His heart leapt out of his chest, suddenly more awake than ever, and fuck him, there might have been tears starting to gather at the corners of his eyes. “I--fuck, Max, are you serious?”
“Of course I’m serious.” Max’s hair was sticking up at an odd angle and his face was still warm and soft from sleep. In that moment, he was the most beautiful thing Daniel had ever seen.
“Yes!” he said, and once he had gotten that out there was nothing else he could do but launch himself at Max and kiss him as hard as he could, again and again, pulling them both back down onto the bed. The joy that ballooned up in his chest was too big for him to form words, or even think, so he just kept kissing Max until they were both panting for breath, both grinning and both a little misty-eyed.
“Was that what you were looking for yesterday?” asked Daniel. “The ring?”
Max pushed himself up to lean over Daniel with an exasperated huff. “Yes, it was. The fourth ring I’ve had to buy, actually.”
Daniel laughed, both out of confusion and just because he was still so happy. “What happened to the other three?”
“Well, one is in the sand back in Melbourne, one is probably still in Lando’s stomach, and one of them is in the bay back in Monaco. You remember when I dropped something in the water when we were supposed to take a picture?”
Daniel did remember, the pieces all clicking into place as the memories came back to him. “You were going to propose to me there?”
Max shrugged. “Then I knocked the box into the water, so I was going to propose to you while we were here instead. Sorry I don’t have a ring.”
“Max,” said Daniel, taking Max’s face in his hands. “Fuck the ring. You’re all I want. You’re all I ever want.”
He pulled Max’s head in for a kiss, and then another, and then another, before a detail that Max had said suddenly hit him. “Wait. What do you mean, in Lando’s stomach?”
Max shut him up with another kiss.
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also seen on my ao3
#blacked out and when I returned this was written#maxiel#my fic#again I get to use that tag!!!!!!!!!#this is without a doubt the cheesiest thing I've ever written#max verstappen#daniel ricciardo#formula 1#f1 fic
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I’m listening to a Vanity Fair podcast that had Nicola Coughlan on recently and I think she perfectly articulated why so many people (including me) love Bridgerton. She was speaking on how love/romance goes underrated and gets categorized as something “silly.”
“The world is, like, a dark and scary place, and I think this show sort of came ‘round and people realized they needed it but they didn’t know they needed it.”
Personally, I’ll go 11 months out of the year saying I’m a casual Bridgerton fan. But that 12th month comes around and a new season arrives and I realize I’m not casual about it at all. I love getting swept away in the love story. I love the yearning looks and stolen glances. I love the perfect first kisses. I love the declarations. I love the guaranteed happy endings. It lifts my weary little soul up and gives me hope 🌸
We all need a little light and a little love and sometimes it takes a “silly” little show to remind us of that 💛
#she also dropped the fun fact that the romance genre is the most sold genre of book#that shouldn’t be surprising at all#bridgerton#nicola coughlan
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WATCHED THE TRAILER FOR S4 OF UMBRELLA ACADEMY AND UHHH WELL LETS SEE
Hargreeves Home for Wayward BOYS?
Viktor the bartender???
Ben what did you DO
Diego looks like he's cosplaying as Gomez Addams
KLAUS
They all look so fucking tired and Done sldflksd love that they're basically all comfy looking and then you have Five
listen. Listen. i LIKE klaus's hair in the trailer. i've wanted short haired klaus back since we lost him after the war. is it as good as his s1 hair?? no. but it's not as bad as the s2 short wig or the cult leader hair so god fucking bless
"we're back we're back we're back everyone get out of the way we're back" "FIRST MISSION BACK" THIS MADE ME SO HYPE
i'm sorry was that viktor beating someone up??!
the use of the final countdown was a little silly but then again this is the A Little Silly show so it works
LOVED the use of Hargreeves dialogue from the flashback in s1e1. bringing it full circle, baby!!!
DANCE SCENE. CANNOT have a season without one
did they just get weapons from a fast food place???
five finally gets a hug, which i love, but it being lila and he's clearly comforting her?? okay. not what i wanted for him but whatever
SANTA???!!!
the umbrella tattoo is back!!
klaus not having his palm tattoos makes me sad. bitch we are supposed to MATCH
AND YOU GET AN EXTRA 10 MINUTES IN THE BALL PIT
very quick glimpse of something that looks like it came from a marvel movie. not idea what's happening there but it's gonna be cool. i think. maybe.
BENTACLES
AUGUST 8TH?? OH I AM SO NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED AND THAT IS NOT GOING TO CHANGE
still tentatively excited for the final season but definitely a little more excited and a little less tentative. i don't want to get my hopes too high tho. i think one reason i loved s3 so much is because i went in with such low expectations after being so disappointed by s2 and i don't want the end of this show to be another s2. it HAS to go well or i'm not going to be well
#you don't understand what this show means to me#s1 was life changing#it is EVERYTHING to me still#i really need this to end on that kind of high#or something close to it at least#at least 2.0 the vibes better be right and the soundtrack better land. if NOTHING FUCKING ELSE#am i being dramatic?? yes but also no fuck you#the umbrella academy#the umbrella academy spoilers#i guess#mytuaposts#maison speaks
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Listening to the magnus archives for the first time I'm episode 91 rn and hands down season 3 is the funniest season so far. It starts with elias brutally murdering jürgen leitner with a pipe and jon being blamed for it. he then hides from the police in his ex girlfriend's apartment(though I'm not supposed to know georgie is his ex yet) and someone I presume elias because of the stuff I know about him through tumblr/pintrest keeps sending him statements. Tim straight up tries to not go to work and books a holiday in malaysia in hope he gets fired and elias gaslights him about the archives. jon keeps intentionally running into avatars and unintentionally tries to compel them and is confused when he gets "unprovoked" attack by avatars. Jon just keeps getting bullied for being clueless. jon's first interaction with mike, hilarious: "apparently you threw someone off a skyscraper in paris" and mike just keeps offering tea to be polite. also some of the statements the plumber who just straight up ignores everything supernatural going on and the leg- and headless torso with many arms doing gymnastics
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Do you have anything more for 16 year old Jamie you’d be willing to share? It’s only Monday but that snippet has already made my week!
Aww thank you love! I'm glad! I hadn't thought about this fic in a while with so much else to write so thanks to everyone for liking it and bringing it back into my conciousness.
It was inspired by listening to interviews with the Leeds child superstar Archie Gray this year. He was 17 for most of the season and was talking about how much he was looking forward to turning 18 because then he could share the same changing rooms as the others and go out drinking with the team.
And like it got me thinking about a kid Jamie coming into that Cartrick managed team with a completely checked out captain. Archie said the team had been so great about making sure he felt included but I can't see S1 Richmond doing that. They're not going to stop going to the club because this kid can't go with them. They're not going to stop talking tactics and developing inside jokes in the changing room because one of the team isn't there. And he's not a real member of the team anyway, he's just a loan kid coming for experience.
It must be so lonely! And all he's got to go home to is his dad in the big loan house.
Another little snippet for your kindess!
Ted would be the first to admit that he didn’t really know what he was signing up for when he started as head coach at AFC Richmond. He just needed out of Kansas and how much more out of Kansas could you get. It was only when he was stood on the sideline with his ever faithful companion on one side and his hopefully new friend Nate the kit man on the other side that Ted truly realised what he was in for. See he had read the scouting sheets on the plane and before they even set off but seeing these young men running around clearly doing something with purpose and him not knowing what that purpose was, it made it clear he was in for a steep learning curve.
“Is the junior team out here training too?” Ted asked, watching on of the players over by the goal facing up against one of the team goalkeepers, Zoreaux if he was recalling correctly.
“No, this is the team,” Nate frowned. But he then turned following Ted’s eyeline to where the kid was lining up. He was short, far shorter than the goalkeeper and had all the gangly lankiness that Ted knew came with youth. With legs too long for his body he stood, scuffing at the turf. “Oh, that’s Jamie,” Nate said with a sigh almost in sync with Jamie swinging his foot through the ball and sending it thumping into the bottom right corner. “He’s on the team.”
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Ok let me talk about this section of the Variety interview for a minute because this sounds like the direction I suspected they were going and I want to talk about why I like it.
[BOOK SPOILERS AHEAD]
So Daemon and Rhaenyra’s story ends in tragedy. It’s entirely build on this idea of distrust that festers under the surface and what distrust can mean to a person.
There’s always so much discussion on what family means to Daemon and it usually revolves around love and the idea of him loving or not loving his family. But what that discussion tends to miss is how Daemon sees himself within his family.
He’s not the outsider he paints himself as. He desperately wants to be accepted and valued by his family. It was the push/pull he had with Viserys and he’s continuing that dynamic with Rhaenyra.
And that takes on different forms, withdrawing when he feels rebuffed, lashing out when he feels misunderstood or underestimated, and pretending he doesn’t even care.
Except he does care. He cares a lot.
And then he loses his brother and immediately after that he fails to protect the boy he raised. A boy he clearly sees as a son.
“Oh but he wanted the ~Strong~ boys dead!!”
No. That’s your headcanon.
Look at the text! He said “A son for a son”
And I was hoping the show would start there because to Daemon he has just failed. All that bravado, preparation, violence, none of it actually protected his family. Luke was still murdered.
And Daemon is who he is. That feeling of loss and failure is going to come out as violence.
(I’m not justifying. This is character analysis. We’re her to examine not judge.)
So what happened when Rhaenyra’s distrust of him is added to that emotional fire?
The show needed to plant the seeds of distrust in Rhaenyra so that the eventual ending of this relationship made sense. Having her be paranoid out of nowhere would just give us that sharp turn into the lazy “Targaryen madness” narrative.
Rhaenyra is a mother who has just lost a baby and a son and is facing a husband who is likely not communicating with her, undermining her, lashing out at her for his own feelings.
And she’s a woman raised in a society where men are under no obligation to listen to their wives.
Of course she doubts.
But I don’t think this only results in anger and paranoia. I think the show is pivoting to something more introspective. To both clarify how these characters really feel about their relationship and their own ambitions and to set them up to be truly broken by one another.
Because the end of this is that Rhaenyra’s distrust of Daemon brings him to the point of giving up. To the point of sacrificing his own life to try and prove himself to his family and his queen.
The story needs to keep moving in that direction and these are the first signs of it.
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I was originally just making a fallow-up to this post on Kipperlilly’s death, but it spiraled out of control and it’s basically just a mini-fic at this point.
The premise is essentially what I think Fantasy High Senior Year might be. Since sophomore year took place entirely over summer break I figured it’d make some sense if Senior year wasn’t full of “down time” but instead just took place almost entirely over winter break.
This was written in an attempt to somewhat mimic how Brennan narrates for the bad kids, and is basically just how the season would open up, introducing each of the bad kids and their life, along with what was happening and what the hook of e season is. I really hope you all check it out and enjoy, this is basically my first ever attempt at fan fiction. I would greatly appreciate hear any/all feedback people have, good or bad. Let me know if you would all want more of this as a concept!
It was only a week away from winter break. The first semester of senior year was hard work, but not nearly as stressful or bad as Junior Year had been.
Fabian got home to the manor and plopped his stuff down before trudging off to the quiet seclusion of his radio room. It was quiet there, unlike the rest of the house which was chaotic due to the arrival of his little sibling soon coming and his grandpapa still settling in. This was the easiest place to hide and finish up on the written portions of work he had brought home from school. He clicked on the radio to see if his papa had actually broadcast anything that the machine had picked up. It didn’t happen often, but Fabian always made sure to check.
Two messages. It was rare for him to even send one! Fabian quickly hit play to see what audio had been caught. Loud explosions and sounds of cracking and crashing. Fabian could hear Goldenrod howling in pain, something about getting shot in the ass with harpoons. Everything else was too chaotic, loud, and garbled to understand. He heard his father’s commanding voice yelling, but couldn’t even make out that very well. Why would his papa broadcast this? It was out of character for the great Bill Seacaster to do such a thing, perhaps something turned the broadcasting device on by mistake.
He played the second message, maybe this one would explain what was happening. It was silent, only a crackling noise of fire and the far off ambient screaming of hell. And suddenly, tapping. it took a second for Fabian to register that it was Morse code, he was rusty on remembering how to understand it. It took another listen through to decipher.
“How is the academies maximum legend doing? Cannot imagine Mr. Popular having to worry about a thing. Life is probably easy for you. Anyways, you might want to come meet me. Go to hell, you will find me from there easily.”
“P.S. Was able to shoot your old man’s ship out of the sky finally. Don’t worry, my new party is taking good care of him.”
Fabian was silent, mouth slightly agape. He tried to understand what any of that could mean. He rewound it to listen a third time. Maybe he missed something, or there was a clue of some kind. What on earth did that mean?! Who was it from?
We cut from there over to Riz, currently up in heaven, meeting with his father. The two goblins were talking with stern, professional looking faces. Unfortunately, both of the Gukgak’s ears were twitching, an obvious tell that both of them were very excited to see the other.
“Well, agent, I called you here to talk about some worrisome reports that some of our agents have been bringing back from hell.”, stated Pok, trying to keep a somewhat respectful and professional tone in front of his coworkers around the office.
“Of course, what seems to be the matter?”, Riz replied, standing straight and stiff as could be, still trying to impress his dad.
“Well, a lot of demonic forces have been becoming more… orderly, combining and making alliances. It’s unclear what exactly the cause of it all is, or what plans the allied forces have. All we know right now is that apparently some sort of new devil going by “The Deceitful Rage” has started to gain power and is making a lot of shady deals with powerful devils.”
“Interesting” Riz replied, furrowing his brow. He knew that devils had always had a sort of bureaucracy down in hell, he’d heard Fig complain about it far too often. Still, it was strange and worrisome to hear that they were teaming up and actually starting to work together.
“Yes.”, his father stated, fidgeting slightly as he thought things over. “Well, I know you’re good friends with a certain arch devil… perhaps you could have a chat with her, maybe the two of you scout out any schemes that might be going on?”
Riz scratched the back of his head. Fig wasn’t exactly a big part of hell’s politics. In fact, she was probably the worst devil to ask for that sort of stuff. She purposely ignored and denied interactions with anyone who tried to bring up fiendish laws around her. Still, this was important, it wouldn’t hurt to meet up with her and the two could look around together. “Of course! I’ll see what I can do, sir.” Riz stated, still trying his best to be professional.
“Excellent. Oh, and agent…” Pok said, smiling. “Love ya, kid. Say hi to mom for me.” Riz blushed, his tail wagging awkwardly. “Thanks Dad, love you too.”
Adaine and Gorgug were meeting up. It was a few hours after school, but both of them have been staying later since the start of the year. Since Skrank and Shellford have both graduated, Adain begrudgingly took up being leader of the Aguefort A.V. club, just so that the sophomore kids who had joined knew what they were doing and the club didn’t disband. Gorgug was busy after school learning about teaching, he wanted to learn about the school system from an educators perspective since Aguefort was pressuring him to become the new Barbarian teacher. Plus, learning more was the best way to be a better teacher than Porter was. As the two chatted and began walking home they saw Lucy Frostblade pacing around nervously, she looked haunted, like she had seen a ghost. Lucy never looked that way, she usually had an unshakable calmness to her, so seeing her so freaked meant something bad.
Lucy had become well aquatinted with all of the bad kids over summer break, but Gorgug’s on-and-off situation with Mary Ann and Adaine’s natural friendliness and intelligence had caused Lucy to warm up to them even more.
“Are you ok?”, Adaine called out. Lucy looked up, not having noticed that they were even there. “Oh! Hey, hey Adaine. Uhm, sorry, I’m just, rattled is all. Something weird happened in class today.” Both Adaine and Gorgug frowned. “What happened” Gorgug asked, already trying to assess the situation practically.
Lucy gulped and looked both ways, as if she was worried someone might overhear. “W-well, well uhm. I was praying to-to uhm, to Ruvina earlier, and I…” Lucy squirmed, clearly nervous to bring up what she was praying about. Adaine and Gorgug already knew though. Lucy had already told them about how she was praying for Kipperlilly to somehow be reformed and be revived. It was obviously as a way to mourn Kipperlilly’s death, but that didn’t make it more comfortable to bring up. “We don’t judge you for it, Lucy.”, Adaine stated, holding a hand out for Lucy to hold if she needed it. “Just tell us what happened.”
Lucy took a deep breath, fidgeting with the wool sleeve of her sweater. “Well I-I, I heard a voice. It sounded, it sounded like… like her.” Lucy couldn’t say her name aloud, but they all knew who she was talking about. “She was talking about, about me praying for her. Something like… like…” Lucy took a moment to remember the wording. “She brought up my prayers for her. And said I was always the sentimental type.” Lucy took a shaky breath in. Gorgug and Adaine leaned closer. “She sounded meaner than before, well, well at least she never said anything in that mean sort of tone to me before… and then she said…” Lucy paused again, gulping and trying to clear her throat. “She said “Don’t worry, I’ll be back real soon, I have lots of fun stuff planned”.”
Adaine and Gorgug were silent. They didn’t know what that meant, other than some very bad omens. A high level cleric hearing that in the middle of prayer didn’t mean nothing.
Speaking of high level clerics, we move on to Kristen. She was getting home from school a little later than normal. She didn’t have LGBT+ Alliance Club that day, but she was finishing up some presidential stuff. As she reached the haunted manor she called home she saw Jawbone was at the front door waiting for her. He had a large cardboard box in his hands and a concerned look. “What’s up jawbone, what’s in the box?” Kristen asked, already picking up on the concerned feelings.
“Heeey kiddo, I got home. And-and a little, uhhh, a little devil guy was waiting with this.”, he gestured to the box. “Said it was for the Mrs. President and then scampered off. I-uhh, I didn’t look inside, privacy is important for you kids, but uhm, it smells… it smells bad. Not like bad as in gross, but like, evil, y’know? It also smells gross, but-“ “Thanks for letting me know.”, Kristen said, cutting him off. She knew if she didn’t he’d just start to ramble on about something. She took the box from him. “I got it under control though, I’m sure I’ll be fine, it’s probably some weird thing from Aguefort” she said, already moving to get to her room. “Ok kiddo, just let me know if something goes wrong!”
Kristen took the box up to her room, noticing a note taped to the top.
“Remembering all of the fun last year was because of you! I’m late to the anniversary of us meeting, but I hope you enjoy the sentimental gift! Can’t wait to meet again real soon!”
Kristen didn’t understand what on earth the note could mean, but it didn’t sound good at all. She closed the door to her room, threw the note to the side, and peeled the tape off the box. As soon as she did, the flaps opened enough for an awful smell of hot, dead meat to waft out, making Kristen gag. What on earth could this be?! She covered her mouth and nose with her sweatshirt to shield some of the smell, and cautiously opened the box fully to peak inside. Instantly disgust and fear filled the cleric’s mind and she stumbled backwards, startled. Inside the box were four dog heads, decapitated and rotting, blood oozing and mixing at the bottom. Four dogs. Kristen took a second before realizing the association, but as soon as she got it dread and shock filled her body.
Fig was down in hell, relaxing in her bedroom in the pit. She still had a bedroom at Mordred Manor, and Fabian had given her a key so she could use the guest room at his place too. But she enjoyed moving around, and having a place in her recording studio was way easier. As she relaxed and brainstormed song ideas, a loud, thunderous sound shook the whole building, startling her and making her nearly fall off her bed. What the hell was that?!
Baby and Babybaby scurried into her room, sliding as liquid under her door rather than opening it, and squealed out in harmony “Mistresss!!! Hnnnn, many somebodies are here, here to see you!!!” They were shivering and shaking and their voices were as cracked and high-pitched as usual. “Ugh, what the hell Baby. I thought I told you to turn people away unless they are here to record. I’m t-“ Fig was cut off as another rapid set of thunderous blasts shook the giant recording studio. Suddenly a familiar voice rang out, so loud that even within her secluded room Fig could hear it. “Get out here NOW!!! You frustrating, irresponsible LOSER!!! Ugh, you’re SO ANNOYING!!!” Fig sighed. It was Vraz, here to try and somehow steal Fig’s rights to the pit. Again. Fig trudged outside, yelling back as she opened the door. “What do you want! I’ve already told you I-“ Fig stopped short upon seeing what was awaiting her. Vraz the Mean was floating there as expected, but behind her was a huge horde of devils, all shapes and sizes. Notably, farther behind were two ginormous titanic sized devils. Fig tried not to look nervous. No way Vraz had somehow gotten all of these devils to work together. Was that even possible?
Vraz couldn’t smile, but the joyful, smug aura a grin would give off could still could be felt. “Hey there, you little BRAT!!! I finally got authorization to get you out of this STUPID PIT!!! Now LEAVE!!! Or I’ll make you, GOT IT!!!” Vraz screamed, crying in outburst as usual. The devils were already moving in. “Woah woah woah!” Fig said. “Cool it! Authorization? How? By what?” Vraz chuckled which made Fig even more worried. In a smug, excited tone Vraz answered. “Oh there’s some real big changes going on, someone’s finally trying to make things orderly around here. Thinks it ought to be more fair.” “Wh-what? Fair? Who are you-“ once again Fig stopped mid sentence as Vraz pointed off to the distance. It took a moment to make out what she was pointing to. Fig saw what looked like a humongous billboard in a nearby hell city. The billboard was a picture, with three figures on it.
On the left side was a chain devil loosely holding a thorny whip. It was slumped over a rock, blood oozing from its chest with a dagger through its heart and its eyes glazed over. On the right was a sickly looking humanoid with chains draped over them and cuffs dangling from their arms, unlocked. They were presenting a hand to the center figure, their head looking at the figure with a joyous and thankful expression. And then Fig took a closer look at the center person. A short, young woman, no taller than 4’, floating in the air. The picture’s eyes glowed red as it looked down at Fig. The woman’s hands were raised. In one hand the woman was holding a rusted key, in the other she had a blood-splattered scale tilted unevenly. She had two thick, fiendish horns and a long, spindly tail with a sharp, spaded tip. She wore a sharp, well ironed looking suite with her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. There was huge wording above and below the billboard’s image, in bright, bold font. It read:
“Want a Representative That Cares About Fairness, Even in Hell?”
“Join Kipperlilly, Congresswoman of the Damned, to make a better, fairer hell. Call now for more information!”
#dimension 20#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#fantasy high fanfic#fhjy spoilers#intrepid heroes#fabian seacaster#fabian fantasy high#riz gukgak#riz fantasy high#adaine o'shaughnessey#adaine abernant#adaine fantasy high#gorgug thistlespring#gorgug fantasy high#lucy frostblade#kristen applebees#kristen fantasy high#fig faeth#figueroth faeth#fig fantasy high#kipperlilly copperkettle
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im not properly following sword af bc i never finished the first season, but i DID go and listen to the bit where angela (as bug) presumably tries to go for a kiss with amanda (as delores) and. MAN. Amanda's reaction to it....... the "whoa whoa whoa" and amanda's voice getting that kind of breathless quality that it sometimes gets when shes really amused or shes laughing really hard or overwhelmed in videos.......... mannnnn. sets off my rpf brain So Bad. Not implying anything about the actual interaction as much as. Thinking about the delicious potential in the fake rpf universe..... I'm so goddamn weak for the concept of RPF Amanda who flirts incessantly and is so confident in it and loves, loves flirting with Angela specifically- in part because she never expects anything to come of it, (for better or for worse) and Angela's flustered reactions or tendency to not play into the bit make it safe in a backwards way. Amanda flirts, Angela rolls her eyes/commits a bit but always bails out safely, etc. (Amanda keeps flirting, maybe harder, maybe it gets more and more ridiculous and over the top, and maybe she should- stop. But. She can't.)
And then Angela flirts back unexpectedly or spontaneously, and its like. Implosion. Function shutdown. The absolute charismatic force of nature that is Amanda brought to a halt, because hey wait NO, that's not supposed to happen. Its such a delicious concept. rpf brain go brrrrr.
There's the angst side if it, if you want- Amanda silently convinced it wont happen or somewhat in denial about her own feelings, or doing some kind of mental gymnastics where the flirting is as close as she'll get. (Angela convinced it's not real and having mixed feelings about it as a result.)
And then they're doing something and for one reason or another Angela initiates and Amanda's brain goes WHOA WHOA WHOA- and Amanda's charisma and composure go sideways even though for anyone else she could play it off so easily. there's so much comedic potential. delicious potential. etc. 👌
#there have been at least two really.good amangela fics recently featuring this kind of dynamic and i am THRILLED by it#really this is all just another variant on me pitching disaster!amanda#which we all know i love#amangela#anyway reiterating this is nit implying anything about the actual interaction- amanda just being shocked and amused is both plausible and#understandable. but yk. i can go ham on rpf universe building if i want. and i will.#smosh rpf#smosh au#smosh hcs#disaster amanda#(to me)#if i could figure out a well contained enough plot for this id write a fic with this dynamic but like#i Need to figure out a concrete and contained plot for it#itd be so fun to write something from like. courtneys pov. shes watching amanda flirt like. ok normal. watching angela blush about it like🧐#and then something shifts and angela flirts back and amanda. malfunctions and courtney is like *remembering flirting with amanda that morn#with a VERY different response* ..... 🧐🧐🧐#(the two fics btw being 'the devil is in the details' and 'too good (to deny it)' )#went back to go find the right titles. 👌#pining amanda#this can go in that tag too. sure.
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Whites Gentlemen Club has seen many drunken fools but this may be the first time they have witnessed a drunk Lord start a bar brawl over erotic bird poetry. Well originally many thought it a bizarre erotic poem about a bird. The second to last line however made it clear, they were hearing an erotic poem about Miss Penelope Featherington.
To the curiosity of all the gentlemen in the club that evening the once refined Lord Debling was completely foxed. He had begun his night alone drinking in reflective silence. After several drinks a few of the more daring Lords asked why he was drinking so heavily.
Lord Debling half a bottle of brandy down, bemoaned his offenses against Miss Featherington. He lamented over her ending their courtship. How he has let her down. How he had made her beautiful oceanic eyes cloud with disappointment. Debling listed her attributes with a passion many had not believed he possessed for anything other than nature.
Lord Delvin questioned how the young Miss remained single if she was so very charming.
Without further prompting Lord Debling now three quarters of a bottle down began his fervent monologue.
"Her wretched mama made my beloved enter the marriage mart at 16. Can you believe it? She was still half a child at that age. Of course my Penelope opted to be a wallflower. Even now she is uncomfortable speaking with gentlemen she does not know. How could she not be? Her family has no patriarch, she must tread among the gentleman of the ton carefully. That's what the Bridgerton boy was for. He would advise what gentlemen were safe."
"She is a sweet and shy at first. So kind a lady is she. Then she is fierce,funny, clever, and mischievous. How I adore her. She would be the perfect wife. She told me she was not really for marriage until this very season, now that she is 19. "
He sighs wistfully,"She smells of honeysuckle and her wrist felt like silk. She is built like a renaissance painting of old. All lush feminine curves and flawless creamy complexion."
"Now she shuns me and will not accepting my marriage proposal. I practically had to beg her to get her to keep the engagement ring. It will look remarkable on her dainty hand."
To the delight of all present, Benedict Bridgerton was also very drunk. He slammed his glass down on the table.
"Enough! I will not listen to this again. I will not be subjected to this. I came here to drink in peace. Not to listen to another besotted fool list the wonders of Penelope Featherington. Good Lord! I just poured my baby brother into bed after she denied his marriage proposal twice."
"Also I demand you take your ring back! My almost sister will not wear some store brought abomination! She shall wear a Bridgerton family heirloom ring on her hand."
The disheveled Lord Debling stood up outraged and turned to Benedict before they began to argue.
"How dare that, that child propose to my Penelope! He has not even courted her! Does he not still live with his mother? What could he offer Miss Featherington that I could not? The gall."
"I shall go to her garden at once to recite the poetry I have written for her until she falls in love with me. Yes, that is a capital idea. Miss Featherington loves poetry."
Many a Lord debated breaking up the dispute but it was entirely too entertaining.
"You will leave my future sister alone. Penelope Featherington has practically been a Bridgerton since girlhood. We called dibs! She shall be Mrs. Colin Bridgerton before the year is out. Colin may have been slow on the uptake but my family isn't going to let just anybody steal her from us."
Lord Fife jumps in because he is a shit stirrer of the highest order.
"Perhaps you will let us hear your poem first, Debling. So we can tell you if it is good enough for Miss Featherington."
That is how every patron of Whites gets to witness the calamity that quickly devolved into fisticuffs, that night. It is a story that spreads to every household in the ton and the commons by mid morning.
Proudly Lord Debling recites.
"sweet dove, gentle dove
Were you to accept my love
to lay a kiss upon your ivory breast
Allow me to caress your downy crest
To make you coo my sweet Penelope
Until you have had your fill of me"
Benedict Bridgerton's face contorts with rage as he sputters indignantly at Debling's audacity.
"Shut your deviant mouth about my sister! I..I.. Penelope Featherington is a gently bred lady and my brother's future wife. I shall not tolerate such vulgarity about her."
Of course seeing Debling's lack of remorse Benedict loses his temper and takes a swing at Debling. That is all it takes to start the largest bar brawl society has ever seen. It is a free for all, no less than 25 gentlemen end their night with torn clothing and blacken eyes. A good ten end their night with broken knuckle bones.
All the gentlemen leave that night wondering what it is about Penelope Featherington that has made the two most eligible gentleman out in society proposed to her. What is it about her that has the Bridgerton family so possessive over her?
Even more whisper of how Miss Featherington felt neither would be a viable husband. What kind of gentleman would it take to secure her hand in marriage?
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