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Maxie: even death penalty is too light of a sentence

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just a heads up to my fellow writers out there that AO3 is currently fighting off bots commenting on people’s works to tell them that AO3 will delete their fics “due to the works being deprecated”, and the deletion will affect their accounts unless the authors delete the fics themselves first. IT IS A SCAM. AO3 will NOT delete your works. please do NOT fall for these bots!

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part two of max kittens fic. a reminder that this is a WIP and also unedited

It takes Daniel five minutes to sweep the room he started in and another fifteen to look in the adjacent offices. In one of the janitor closet looking rooms he finds a big weaved basket and thinks it will be good for putting all the kittens into.

"Okay, Maximus, here you go, you can sit in the basket now," he says and attempts to put the orange kitten into the basket.

It feels more like ripping a velcro with abandonment issues. The kitten makes a disgruntled screech as Daniel tries to pry his little claws out of the hoodie, then bats his paws around trying to escape Daniel's hold.

With two hands now holding the kitten, Daniel puts him into the basket and says, placating, "Shh, here you go. It's safer here."

But the kitten protests, immediately jumping out of the basket and trying to climb back up onto Daniel's shoulder.

Daniel sighs and scoops the kitten into his hands. "You really want to sit on my shoulder, huh?" he says, feeling the vibrations of the kitten's loud purr. This must be the Affectionate part of Max's personality — unless Daniel actually found Stubbornness and the kitten is really set on sitting on his shoulder.

With another sigh, Daniel puts the kitten back on his shoulder and goes back to his search.

After another fruitless sweep of an empty office, Daniel spots a slightly ajar door at the other end of the hallway. As he gets closer to the door, he hears a clatter that sounds like a herd of tiny horses. When Daniel steps into the what looks like a lounge room, he realizes that it's not actually a herd of horses, but two little kittens running around.

The kittens are a blur of motion, running around full speed around the room, jumping on vacant tables and chairs, ricocheting of walls and corners. Once one of the kittens makes it onto the big couch in the middle of the room, the other kitten barrels into him on full speed, sending both of them tumbling onto the floor.

As they both stand up, a little unsteady on their tiny paws, Daniel gets a chance to properly look at them. Both kittens appear to be tuxedos, with black fur and white markings, but the white spots on their paws are inverted: one kitten has socks on their front paws, and the other — on their back paws.

The kittens' fur looks tousled, whiskers spread and tails pointing up. They're both breathing heavily through their mouths, their tiny chests visibly expanding with every breath. It looks like the kittens have finally tired themselves out, until one of them bats a paw at the other's tail and they're off again, zooming around the room trying to catch each other.

If Daniel had to guess, this is probably Max's Competitiveness and Love for speed. Or maybe that's just two kittens who embody Max's love for racing — Daniel hasn't actually heard about two animals representing one personality trait, but Max has always been exceptional.

Daniel sets the empty basket on one of the tables and tries to put the orange kitten in it again. It goes easier this time, like the kitten understands what Daniel needs to do. He doesn't look thrilled about it thought, as Daniel lowers him into the basket, the kitten flicks his tail, looking like the most unhappy little cat in existence.

With a huff, Daniel scratches between his ears, "Don't look so grumpy, Max. I need to get your-uh…brothers? Clones?" he pauses, "Friends. Let's go with friends."

The orange kitten squints his eyes, starting to purr again.

Daniel shakes his head fondly and goes to close the door to the room. He doesn't need to make this harder for himself.

The two kittens are still chasing each other, but as soon as Daniel starts to slowly approach them, both the cats look up at him, and Daniel swears he can see a challenge in their eyes.

"Pspsps, come on, little guys. Come to me, I know you want to become Max again," he says, slowly coming up to the two kittens.

As Daniel reaches down to grab them, the kittens dart back and away. Daniel swears under his breath and jogs after them, hands extended like he's some kind of crab.

It takes far too long for him to catch the kittens, running around the room and bumping into furniture. Daniel he wonders how he looks right now, this big guy chasing two tiny kittens around an empty room.

At some point, the kittens' slow down, probably tired of all the running, and Daniel finally grabs both of them, scooping them into his arms.

A little out of breath, he says, "You guys should try racing. If there was Formula 1 for cats, you'd be World Champions by now."

Daniel comes over to the basket and sets both kittens inside. Immediately, the two tuxedos start to play, batting their paws at each other. Using this opportunity, the orange kitten jumps out and climbs onto Daniel's shoulder.

"Ow," Daniel winces as the kitten's claws scratch at his arms.

"Hey, stop fighting." Both of the kittens don't stop, rolling in the basket.

With no better alternative, Daniel reaches for one of the kittens — the one with the white front paws — and puts him in his hoodie pocket. The other kitten looks lost for a moment, not understanding where his buddy went, and Daniel immediately feels guilty, like he separated two best friends.

"Aw, don't be sad, Maxy. You guys just need to take a break for a moment," he tries to console the kitten.

Surprisingly, the words help, because both of the kittens settle — one in Daniel's hoodie pocket and the other in the basket, and a moment later their eyes start to droop.

Daniel carefully picks up the basket and slowly makes his way out of the room.

Three down, another two or three to go.

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a little snippet from the WIP idea me and @marswasnothere came up with. no idea if or when im gonna finish this

Daniel looks up from one of the thousands of identical RedBull caps he's been signing and sees Christian stepping into the stuffy office that Daniel's been put in for today. It's not the best office in their building, but it's the one with better insulation and protection from the dank Milton Keynes weather.

"Daniel, working hard I see," Christian starts, sweeping his eyes over the cluttered room. He has his CEO smile on — the one that means he doesn't care, but it would beneficial for him to pretend to.

Daniel nods and smiles back, hoping his smile looks more believable than Christian's.

"That's great, but I'm afraid I have to interrupt your important business," Christian says, looking as Daniel signs another cap.

"Okay, what's up?" Daniel briefly thinks about asking if the media team needs him to step in and help film a video with Max again, to coax the loose and smiley demeanor he only shows around Daniel. But he doubts that they would send Horner to fetch him for that.

Christian's fake doesn't change, but there's something in his eyes that looks like concern.

"It's Max. He…" he pauses, looking for words.

Daniel feels dread pool in his stomach, images of Max getting into accidents flooding his brain, the next one more terrifying and impossible than the last, trying to match the unhappy crease on Christian's forehead.

"Max…turned into kittens," Christian finally discloses, expression too serious for someone saying the word "kittens".

Daniel lets out a relieved breath, almost laughing. He really thought something terrible had happened to Max, like he somehow managed to break his hand while choosing between a green or red flag to raise, or accidentally smashed his head on a table. But it's just Max turning into kittens.

Tiny little kittens, that are now loose in this giant building.

"Oh…" Daniel says, the smile quickly slipping from his face.

Christian nods, his serious expression making more sense now, and glances back into the hallway. "We think there's five or six of them," he checks his watch, "And it hasn't been that long since he turned, so they couldn't ran away that far."

Daniel nods.

"So hopefully it won't be too hard for you to find them," Christian finishes, looking right into Daniel's eyes.

Daniel hums before his brain catches up, " Wait. For me to find them?" he exclaims. "Why me?" Daniel is not doing his best right now, but it seems too drastic to demote him from a driver to kitten catcher. And he never cared much about cats anyway, it was always Max's passion.

"Well," Christian sighs, "You know we have a skeleton crew working right now, so we can't exactly just ask someone to stop doing their work and go hunt for kittens," he says, like it isn't exactly what he's asking Daniel to do.

"Also, Max was the one to…help you the last time, so it's only fair for you do the same for him." Christian adds.

Right, the last time. The time Daniel turned into a bunch of puppies right in the middle of the paddock, and Max had to go around and collect them.

His memories of that day are vague at most, but he does remember being scared by all the strangers and the loud noises. And how relieved and happy he was to see Max. If it were anyone else, Daniel doubts his puppy versions would've been that eager to be picked up or carried around.

So maybe, it would make sense for him to collect all the Max kittens. And Christian is right, he needs to return the favor.

Daniel sighs and stands up from the uncomfortable leather couch.

"Yeah, okay. I will do it," he says, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie. "I will collect the Max kittens."

Christian's fake smile turns satisfied. "Great. Let me show you where he turned."

Daniel follows Christian back to the main area of their base, to the open space where media team was supposed to be filming. The room is empty now, all the filming equipment left behind.

Christian stops in the middle of the space and gestures around.

"So this is where we last seen him," he says.

Daniel looks around and deflates a bit. The room is big, but open — not a lot of places where five or six little kittens could hide, but sweeping his eyes around all the sparse furniture, he doesn't see any. He hoped this would be easy.

"Okay, mate. Good luck," Christian throws, walking in the direction of his office.

Daniel doesn't reply, thinking of how to approach this. Starting from one corner and going around the room sounds reasonable, but what about the rest of the building? What if he doesn't find any kittens here? How far could they run? What if they escaped outside? Daniel doesn't even know how many kittens there are exactly — Christian said five or six, but what if there's more? What if Daniel finds some of them, but not all? Will Max change back, but lack an important part of his self? Or would the kittens stay the same, no way to bring Max back, because Daniel couldn't collect all of them? Maybe Daniel should find someone to help first, there's no way he can find even o—

Something small and sharp pierces his calf, then little pinpricks slowly move up his left leg. Daniel hisses and looks down, shaking his leg on reflex.

A tiny orange kitten looks up at him, its claws sticking into Daniel's leg, like a mountaineer on a steep ledge. The kitten meows, then continues it's climb upwards, claws digging into Daniel's skin.

Daniel feels confused for a moment, until he realizes this must be Max, or one of the kittens anyway. The kitten is scruffy, light orange fur sticking in all directions.

Daniel provides a steady track of ow ow ow's , hands hovering around, until the kitten reaches his shoulder. When it— he settles, Daniel hears a loud and rattling purr.

"Hey, Maxy," he says, carefully petting the kitten's soft fur. "Happen to know where your other parts are?"

The kitten just purrs more, reaching to rub his face on Daniel's stubbly cheek.

"Okay, fair," Daniel chuckles, carefully scratching between the kitten's ears. It must be the affectionate part of Max, or happy, maybe? It will be easier to tell once Daniel finds another kitten.

"Hold on tight, buddy. Let's go find the others."

One down, possibly four or five to go.

read part 2

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redbull printing out "you're doing really well, max, keep pushing son" words of encouragement in between his interview cue cards because they know he hates marketing and that's their babyyyyyyy 🥹🥹

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lando hits the wall before fp3 😭😭😭

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You bringing back Max’s tactical brilliance and knowledge of the rule book during that triple header last year really has my mind spinning again because like we all know by now that Max knows the rule book better than anyone else and is able to recall it even while driving at ridiculous speeds but that triple header really was on a whole other level.

And to see the British media whining over the unfairness of the rules after Max used them perfectly in COTA was honestly just chef’s kiss.

Because they had to admit that Max drove to the very letter of the rules, couldn’t complain about that, so instead suddenly that rule was stupid and should be changed. Gosh it was hilarious.

And Mexico… my god, Mexico.

That was the best tactical terrorism I have seen in a long time. The media hated it of course and some even said it was his one blemish that season and to them I just say they don’t understand what Max was doing that day.

Even though Max basically explained it afterwards, he did the math in his head while driving and even with the 20s penalty he still lost less points to Lando this way. Because the difference between P1 and P4 (the realistic best Max could have gotten) is 13 points while the difference between P2 and P6 is only 10 points.

Honestly, I just thought that was very hot.

Then Brazil. And I don’t even know where to start because there was so much going on that weekend but starting with Thursday, press conference.

The media putting out think piece after think piece about Mexico. Asking Max whether he would change the way he drives… “It’s my 10th year in Formula 1, I think I know what I’m doing.”

To Lando also suggesting Max should change the way he drives and Max just holds up 3 fingers and says “I’m a 3x world champion. I don’t have to change anything.” HOTTT

Brief interlude bc I loved how other drivers like Charles, Pierre, KMag were asked about Mexico and said Max was doing whatever he had to do to win the wdc and that they’d do the same if they were in his situation.

To then the sprint. Or the farce of a sprint. And qualifying. Another farce.

I won’t even go into it any further but I distinctly remember being at the airport, waiting on my flight and just sitting there and thinking they’re really doing this. Doing everything to take that title from Max. The amount of unsafe shit the FIA did and let McLaren get away with that weekend?

Even Sky UK thought that wrong formation lap would have to be a sporting penalty. Because it should have been! There were marshalls on track, there was a tractor! Have we learned nothing from the past?

F1 drivers should know the rule book! And some did. We heard Max call it out over the radio.

But alas, even with everything stacked against him, torrential rain pouring down and every other driver making mistakes… Max was flawless.

He didn’t put a single foot wrong. He trusted GP to keep him apprised of the weather and stayed out in the rain when his rival was begging to pit. That was a decision, not luck! And it was the right decision.

He overtook for the lead while his rival went off track and never looked back. He would set 17 fastest laps on his way to win by almost 20 seconds after starting 17th becoming only the 5th driver in F1 history to win from 17th or further back.

A champions drive for the deserving champion.

A drive so brilliant, so astonishing, so historic that even the people who had spent their entire past week writing think pieces on how awful of a driver Max was were running out of words to praise him with.

And yet, of course it doesn’t end there. Because as an eagle eyed Max Verstappen rightly pointed out, there was a distinct lack of British media presence in the post race presser. Of course certain people were immediately on the defensive about this but I think that when you just spent an entire week slandering the man and his driving, you could take the 15 minutes to show up with a bit of praise after his historic drive (and I think going by the laughter in the room after Max‘s comment a lot of people would agree with me on that).

All‘s to say that that triple header was truly one for the ages and this has reminded me to go back and rewatch it in its entirety.

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“We leave Brazil now with one message resonating louder than ever. Mess with the Bull, get the horns.”

Will Buxton you really rocked that one quote.

no notes. absolute poetry right here.

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Kids say the darndest things

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i just love nico's passion for racing. you can tell he would have gone into engineering if he wasn't a driver. and he explains things both so in depth but in a way people can understand while also having an indeapth knowledge of how it is in the car, for the drivers, in the community. he will shred anyone and he will praise anyone because he cares about the driving. like the way the lewis subject is clearly still irritating yet when he sees lewis thrive he's just enjoying it because racing. and as many have said, the way he clocks it SO early and is like 'yeah we're not doing that fake nonsense crofty, that lap is crap' like hell yeah man. my ass is seated.

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i love nicommentary 😭 “everyone’s traumatized by max divebombing them whenever he starts behind them” hELP this man still isn’t over teenage max terrorizing him

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Max vs. Ferrari cone, GP Barcelona, 2025

Chiel: I saw this one in the pit lane yesterday.

Max: Yep, that's mine, yes. No, because Ferrari always puts them really far out and so I said: 'if it happens again, I will break it.'

Chiel: You already said that on the radio?

Max: To that-- The previous race. It's been like that for a few races. I thought if it's there again, I'll run over it completely.

Chiel: Oh you did it on purpose then?

Max: Yes, absolutely.

Chiel: And if it's there again later, I will do it again.

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Nico Rosberg really laying the praise on Max today, gotta love it

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Don't worry, Charles is always very, very well taken care of :)

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Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

EDIT: Fair warning this post is cursed and predictions are 7/10 times correct, play at own risk

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@thefoundationproject Hearing!Bacara gently tugging Rex around 🥰