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Radio Silence | Chapter Fourteen

Lando Norris x Amelia Brown (OFC)

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Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren’t quirks, they’re survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.

Then Lando Norris happens.

One moment. One line crossed. No going back.

Warnings — Autistic!OFC, jealous lando, protective grid, sexual content

Notes — Welcome to the 2021 Formula One season! (Testing, but still... it counts). Also... hehehehehehehe double update <3

Want to be added to the taglist? Let me know! — Peach x

2021

WhatsApp Groupchat — 2021 F1 Grid

Lewis H. A warm welcome to our 2021 rookies! Mick, and Yuki :)

Lando N. Yeah, welcome or whatever More importantly, does anyone know if I can call up the Apple store in Woking and get them to deliver to me? Even though it’s closed rn

Lewis H. What happened? Did her iPad break?

Lando N. Yeah mate, completely toast.

Max V. Shit. I can have one express delivered to your flat, Lando. It is, of course, a work expense.

Yuki T. Uh hey I guess! I thought this was a work only chat? Did I get the wrong briefing?

George R. It usually is, but as admin I allow Amelia-based chat @Yuki

Mick S. Hey! Great to be here. Um, just curious though. Who is Amelia?

Max V. My lead technical engineer.

Lando N. My girlfriend.

Lewis H. Zak Brown’s daughter.

Fernando A. Her iPad is broken? I will bring her one now. Lando, send me your home address.

Mick S. Ohhh, I actually know Amelia Brown!

Lando N. ?????????? @Mick

Fernando A. Lando you have not sent me your address.

Max V. @Fernando I have already purchased the iPad.

Mick S. @Lando we met years ago, mate. She used to ski with her family where mine did in the winter.

Lando N. You heard the part where she’s my girlfriend, yeah @Mick?

Mick S. Yes…

Lando N. Good.

Fernando A. @Max She will need it delivered to her soon.

Charles L. It finally broke? Wow. Lasted far longer than I believed it would.

Lando N. @Charles Not a good time for jokes, mate. She’s devastated

Daniel R. Should I start carrying a spare iPad to races with me just in case? LOL.

Lando N. Wait that’s a good idea Somebody write that down Max write that down

Max V. I purchased three. I will carry the spares

Fernando A. Vamos, Max!

Pierre G. I bet the rookies are so confused lmao. Welcome to the grid group chat. We discuss penalties, race conditions, plane shares, and Amelia Brown.

Carlos S. @Lando How is she? Did she freak out?

Lando N. She’s good now. All chill.

Lewis H. Tell her that I just bought her a new bunny sticker book. I’ll give it to her at testing.

Lance S. If I buy her the entire Apple company, do you think she will come and fix the Aston Martin car?

Max V. NO.

Yuki T. This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen in any grid group chat, and the f2 chat used to get weird lol

George R. Welcome to the grid, Yuki. Keep your head on straight, and if you ever find a lost iPad with a bunny sticker on it anywhere in the paddock, make sure it gets back to Amelia asap

Lando N. Thats important for all of the rookies to know @Mick @Yuki 

Mick S. Sure I’ll keep an eye out!

Lando N. Actually I change my mind Mick if you see an iPad just leave it yeah :) 

Mick S. ????

Pierre G. This is going to be a great year. 

Checo P. All of the other drivers have this chat muted, yes?

Kimi R. Yes. 

— 

Amelia was crouched down by Max's car, her hand resting on the tire as she scanned through the data on her iPad. The numbers on the screen felt too slow, almost static, compared to the racing thoughts racing through her head.

Beside her, Jos loomed over her, a red-ink pen poised above her little black notebook. He was taking notes for her. Her mind was moving faster than her hands could keep up, and sometimes, just sometimes, she needed someone like him, methodical, steady, and patient, to help her process it all.

Her fingers flicked over the screen, swiping through the data from Max's morning run, when she paused, eyes flicking to Jos. “You see what I see?” she asked, her voice low, as if speaking any louder might break the delicate focus she’d managed to carve out for herself.

Jos nodded, his eyes scanning the information on the screen before looking back down at the scribbles he’d started in her notebook. “More rear stability in the high-speed corners. We’ll need to adjust the dampers again,” he said, his voice calm and matter-of-fact.

Amelia’s eyes tightened slightly as she thought. “We might need to soften the rear more. The front’s too reactive. Max is going to be fighting it in corners three and four, especially.” She tapped the screen lightly, zooming in on the section of the track map. “The car’s settling into a snap too fast, can’t keep up with the rear load in the high-speed sections.”

Jos made a mark in her notebook. “Front end’s still too eager, then?” He sighed. 

“Yeah, exactly,” Amelia made a face. “We soften that just a little bit more. Max needs more confidence in the corners. Less initial bite, more consistency. Maybe tweak the ride height slightly too.” Her words were coming faster now as the solution to their issues fell into place in her brain. 

As the day wore on, Max’s car was fine-tuned with the adjustments, and Amelia watched on with satisfaction as everything came together in perfect harmony. 

They had a plan. The tweaks would work. Max would be happy with the handling.

She turned to Jos when the mechanics started to wheel Max’s car back into the garage for the final time, day one of testing officially over, giving him a small but appreciative smile.

He pulled her notebook out of the pocket of his jeans and handed it over. “I hope you can understand my handwriting.” 

— 

Amelia sat opposite Max at one of the small team tables in the Red Bull hospitality unit. Most of the staff had already filtered out for the night, their voices fading down the hallway as engineers, PR reps, and mechanics headed for shuttles and taxis. But the two of them lingered — Amelia, still editing Jos’ scribbled notes from earlier in the day, and Max, who had quietly gotten into the habit of not leaving until she did.

It was almost sweet. He dropped her off to Lando at her hotel room at the end of every day like she was a preschooler getting passed between divorced parents. She hadn’t said anything about it, partly because it was practical, and partly because she didn’t mind it. It was nice not to have to worry about being alone.

Across from her, Max was hunched low in his chair, arms folded tight across his chest, mouth set in a hard line. His gaze flicked from the tabletop to her notebook and back again, a rhythm she’d seen a hundred times before. It meant he was thinking. Hard. Or more likely, overthinking.

She didn’t bother looking up. “Just say it.”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been fidgeting with your straw for six minutes. It’s starting to irritate me.”

Max exhaled through his nose, leaning back into the bench with a groan. “You are very annoying.”

��Mhmm,” she hummed, finally meeting his eyes. “Max, tell me.”

He hesitated, then shifted forward, resting his elbows on the table. There was a pause, a rare, tentative kind, and then, quieter than usual, he said, “I’m nervous.”

That made her put the pen down.

“For the season?” she asked, although she already suspected the answer.

Max nodded. “Everyone keeps saying 2021 is my year. Like it’s inevitable. Like this is it. And I want it — Fuck, I want it so bad. I’ve worked for it my whole life. But now that it’s here, I don’t know…” He rubbed a hand down his face. “What if it doesn’t happen?”

“It might not,” Amelia said plainly.

Max looked like he wanted to argue, but stopped short, blinking at her. “Comforting.”

“You’re not asking for comfort,” she said. “You’re asking if you’re good enough. And yes, you are. But this sport doesn’t always care about that.”

He let that sit for a moment. Nodded.

Then, quieter still, “There’s something else.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow.

“I met someone. Over the break.”

She made a face. “Someone?”

He groaned. “Don’t do the eyebrow thing.”

She relaxed her face. “Who did you meet?”

Max scratched at the edge of the table. “I met her in Monaco. She’s nice. A lawyer . She thinks I’m just… Max. I didn’t tell her about the racing. About… everything. She doesn’t follow F1.”

Amelia leaned forward slightly. “So she doesn’t know who you are.”

He shrugged helplessly. “She knows who I am. Just not… what I do.”

Amelia tilted her head. “And you like that?”

“I think so,” he said. “It’s peaceful. She talks to me like a normal person. No hero-worship, no pressure. Just… calm.”

“You’re lying to her, essentially,” she said bluntly. “Not a good foundation for a relationship.”

He shot her a withering look. “Jesus. You’re worse than my dad.”

“I take that as a compliment. We have the same goal.”

“I know.”

She looked down at her notebook, flipping a page and skimming it for a second. “You think you can manage both? A relationship and a championship battle?”

He hesitated. “Is that selfish?”

“No,” she said, then looked back at him. “But it might be a bit stupid.”

Max chuckled dryly. “Thanks.”

“I’m not saying you can’t have both,” Amelia added. “I’m just saying that it probably won’t work.” 

He frowned, nodded slowly, then said, “But you’re managing your relationship and my championship.”

“I’m not the one driving the car, Max.” She argued. 

“Still,” he muttered. “You’re making it work. I could make it work.”

She shrugged. “Okay. Is she nice?”

Max nodded, “I almost ran her over.”

She blinked at him. “Oh. That’s… romantic?” She tried. 

He laughed shortly. “She was in a rush, didn’t look properly. I apologised and gave her a ride to work. She— she, uh, thinks that I’m just some wealthy businessman’s son, or something.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, anxiety curling in the pit of her stomach. “You should stop lying to her. I would… I would not like it if I was in that situation and I found out that I was being lied to.” 

Max sighed. Nodded. 

Then he stood, grabbed both their jackets, and slung hers over the back of her chair. “Come on. Let’s get you to your boyfriend before he starts texting me again asking where you are.”

She gave him a flat look. “He has a GPS tracker on my phone.” 

Max rolled his eyes. “Of course he does. Typical Norris.”

She shrugged. “It’s sweet. Sometimes I get lost and he has to come and find me.” 

Max laughed, and for the first time all day, some of the tightness left his posture. “Yeah,” he said, holding the door open for her. “Probably good that he has it, then.” 

— 

The lights of Manama twinkled in the distance, warm and hazy against the desert night. From the balcony of their hotel suite, the city looked like it belonged to another world; quiet and golden and slow in a way the paddock never was. The hum of the air conditioning inside was replaced by the occasional distant honk of a car, or the hush of wind weaving through the palm trees below.

Amelia was seated cross-legged on one of the outdoor chairs, wrapped in a white robe, her hair still damp from her shower. Lando, in a t-shirt and joggers, was fiddling with a tiny bottle opener, attempting to open a bottle of some obscure sparkling drink he’d insisted was “romantic, okay baby? Trust me.”

Their room service tray sat between them on the small table. Grilled flatbreads, mezze, roasted lamb. Lando had ordered for them and he’d gotten everything right.

“I don’t know how you always remember this stuff,” she said, dipping a piece of bread into a tangy yogurt sauce.

Lando grinned, finally getting the bottle open with a victorious pop. “Because I listen when you talk. I know the face you make when you think something tastes bad or has a yucky texture. I have eyes. Shocking, I know.”

Amelia gave him a pointed look. “Last week, you kissed my eyeball because you were being lazy and tried to kiss me with your eyes closed.”

“Shut up.” He huffed. 

She laughed quietly, curling into him, giving him a bit of the blanket. “I think Max might be in love,” she said suddenly.

Lando blinked. “Max? Verstappen?”

“Mm,” she nodded, chewing. “He told me today that he met someone over the winter. She doesn’t know who he is. Like, really doesn’t know. Thinks he’s just some rich guy named Max.”

Lando made a face. “That… feels impossible.”

“She’s apparently very disconnected. Doesn’t follow the sport. Max likes it.”

Lando nodded slowly. “Weird. But kind of sweet, I guess.”

She frowned at him. “I told him he shouldn’t be dating during a title fight.”

“Very romantic of you.” Lando teased. 

She shrugged. “I never said I was romantic.”

“No,” he said. “But you are.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t disagree. Instead, she reached for his hand where it rested on the table, her fingers brushing over his lightly. “I hope you do very well this year, Lan.” She told him, earnest and hopeful. “You deserve it.” 

Lando turned his hand over to lace their fingers together. “So do you. Deserve to do well, I mean. You’ve worked so hard this past year. You deserve to see it pay off.”

Amelia didn’t say anything right away. She just leaned over and kissed him; soft, sweet, clinging. It wasn’t meant to lead anywhere at first, just a thank you. But she didn’t pull away. And he didn’t let her go.

She ended up in his lap, her legs curled against his chest, her robe brushing his knees. His hands slid instinctively around her back, fingers splaying wide against the thin fabric, grounding her. Grounding himself.

They stayed like that for a long time. The balcony lights dimmed behind them. The city hummed faintly in the distance, the last remnants of dinner cooling on the table, the silence between them easy.

Then, gently, she climbed off of him and stood. Her bare feet whispered against the tile as she stepped forward, and she stopped just in front of where he sat, between his knees. Her eyes searched his face for a beat, then she reached for the hem of his t-shirt.

“Come inside with me?”

Lando’s breath caught slightly. He looked up at her, her expression steady, soft, open, and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

Inside, the hotel room was cast in warm light, golden from a low bedside lamp. The curtains were drawn against the city, muffling the world outside. The bed was turned down, sheets crisp, pillows fluffed. A quiet kind of invitation.

She tugged him by the hand toward the bed, and he followed without a word, heart thudding in his chest.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t awkward.

There was a kind of reverence to the way they undressed, slow, curious. Amelia’s robe slipped from her shoulders, caught briefly on her elbows before pooling at her feet. Lando’s hands hovered just for a second before brushing up her arms, like he was making sure she wouldn’t vanish if he touched her too quickly.

Their kisses deepened, still hesitant but filled with intent, with the weight of everything they’d been building toward for over a year. Every laugh, every shared moment of delicate intimacy, every time they’d caught each other’s eyes across a garage or a hotel lobby, it all settled into the space between them.

Lando’s mouth trailed across her skin with an almost startled sort of wonder, like he was learning a language he’d been waiting to speak. Her fingers threaded through his curls, tugging gently when his lips brushed the hollow of her throat. They moved together with quiet urgency, limbs tangled, breath catching against skin.

At one point, Lando paused, hovering just above her, his eyes sweeping across her face, flushed, focused, real.

“You’re so... fuck,” he whispered, barely audible.

Amelia blinked, lips curling faintly. “Not sure that’s a compliment.”

He kissed the curve of her shoulder, then her collarbone. “It is,” he murmured. “It really is.”

And when they finally settled under the covers, tangled together with her head tucked beneath his chin, Lando let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

She didn’t say much, but her fingers curled into his shirt like she wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon, and that was enough. 

— 

The sunlight was already creeping through the sliver of the curtains when Lando stirred, warmth pooling low in his stomach before he was even fully awake. For a moment, he didn’t move, just blinked up at the ceiling, trying to remember if he’d dreamt the night before, or if it had really happened.

Then she shifted against him.

Amelia was tucked beneath his arm, hair a little wild against his chest, one bare leg tangled over his. Her cheek was pressed just below his collarbone, lips slightly parted, her breath steady and warm against his skin.

Definitely not a dream.

He smiled, slow, stupid, unbelievably content.

She felt it too, maybe, his laugh or the way his fingers brushed along her back, because she mumbled something that sounded vaguely like a complaint and burrowed closer, clearly not ready to be awake yet.

Lando tilted his head, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Morning, baby.”

She made a noise that was more sigh than word. “Mm. No.”

“No what?”

“No talking,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “Too early.”

He laughed quietly, the sound muffled by her hair. “It’s almost seven.”

“Too early for you to be this cheerful.” She grumbled.

Lando shifted just enough to look down at her, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. “I’m not cheerful.”

“You’re smiling.”

He smiled wider. “Can you blame me?”

She cracked an eye open, blinking up at him. Her face was still soft from sleep, a little puffy and makeup-free, but to him, she looked... ridiculously beautiful.

“What?” she asked, because he was staring.

“Nothing,” he said, brushing his thumb along her jaw. “I just really like waking up next to you.”

Her expression shifted slightly. And then, a second later, she exhaled and said quietly, “I like it, too.”

Lando kissed her, just a little one, lazy and warm.

They lay tangled in the sheets, the morning light spilling gently across the room. For a while, neither of them moved, perfectly content to exist in the quiet, wrapped up in warmth and each other.

Eventually, Amelia stirred, shifting just enough to reach over to the nightstand. She blinked blearily at her phone and then sighed and glanced across the room.

“Shit,” she muttered. “I forgot to charge my iPad.”

Lando, still half-asleep, pressed a slow kiss to her bare shoulder. “I plugged it in when I got up in the middle of the night to go for a piss.”

She turned to look at him, her expression soft, a little surprised. Her voice came quiet. “You did?”

He nodded, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Didn’t want you waking up to it dead.”

A pause. Then she gave him the smallest pout, sleepy and affectionate and so purely her. “I love you.”

He broke into a grin, one of those quiet, full-body smiles that lived in his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmured, brushing her hair back. “I love you too.”

—

The McLaren motorhome was buzzing with early morning energy, the consistent hum of coffee machines working overtime. Amelia slipped through the front doors with her badge swinging around her neck, hair still damp from a rushed shower, and Lando trailing behind her, half-yawning into a croissant.

Zak spotted them first, already seated at one of the corner tables with Daniel, who was halfway through a heaping plate of scrambled eggs and talking animatedly about something.

“There’s my girl,” Zak called, waving them over.

Amelia dropped into the seat beside her dad with a tired sigh. “Morning, dad.” She kissed his cheek. 

“You sound tired,” he frowned at her, sipping his coffee.

Lando slid into the chair beside her, nudging her with his knee under the table. She handed him a napkin in response, gesturing for him to wipe the crumbs away from his face, and he smiled. 

Daniel looked between them, eyebrows raised. “You must be Amelia. I’m Daniel. Can’t actually believe we’ve not met properly before now.” 

“I know.” Amelia agreed, already reaching across the table for a muffin.

Daniel leaned in a little, grinning. “Lando talks about you all the damn time. In debriefs, pre-race meetings, on his radio—”

“Please stop talking,” Lando glared at his new teammate, clearly embarrassed.

“She’s worth talking about,” Zak laughed, patting Amelia on the shoulder with a fond smile.

Daniel smirked at Lando, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. Lando just narrowed his eyes at him, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Amelia took another bite of her muffin, savouring her food. But before she could finish, her phone buzzed violently against the table. It was from Max.

iMessage — 7:33am

Max Verstappen Are you here, sister? I want to talk about my steering set-up

Amelia On my way to you now.

She shoved the rest of her muffin into her mouth and stood up in one swift motion. “Okay. I gotta go.”

Lando looked up, surprised. “Already?”

Amelia kissed him quickly on the cheek, her lips lingering for just a second longer than expected. She gave her dad a quick shoulder squeeze before smiling at Daniel, her usual bluntness softened by a bit of shyness she wasn’t used to showing in front of him. “Max wants my advice.”

Zak called after her with a grin. “Tell Jos I want my daughter back for lunch.”

“No promises,” she replied with a glance over her shoulder, already speed-walking toward the exit. Her hair bounced with each step, and her phone was pressed to her ear before she even made it out of the motorhome.

Daniel leaned toward Lando as she disappeared down the hallway. “You’re screwed, brother.”

Lando shot him a look, kicking him under the table. “Shut up.”

— 

WhatsApp Groupchat — 2021 F1 Grid

Yuki T. I have Amelia’s iPad in AlphaTauri garage

Lewis H. Yeah, this has to be a new record.

Lando N. Lol she’s just been rly busy. Probably hasn’t noticed she hasn’t got it yet

Max V. She just noticed and started freaking out. @Yuki I’m on my way to get it.

Lando N. She okay @Max?

Max V. Yes mate, no need to worry.

Mick S. @Max Can I pop by your garage and say hi to her? It’s been years!

Lando N. @Max Say no. Max, say no. Max, say no.

Max V. @Mick No, she is too busy for friends.

Lando N. LMAO, REKT @Mick.

Mick S. Bro????? I really don’t want to steal your girlfriend 😭

Fernando A. You do not believe my Amelia is good enough for you, Schumacher?

Max V. What the fuck Mick

Charles L. Uh oh 😬😬

Pierre G. Bro that was NOT the right thing to say 😭

Max V. @Mick She wouldn’t even look your way. 

Lando N. Wild angle, mate @Mick

George R. We are witnessing a man dig his own grave live in chat

Daniel R. *shovels faster* Keep going, Mick. Say you think she’s boring next.

Sebastian V. This feels like bullying.

Yuki T. I think it is  

Carlos S. @Mick Just lie down. Accept it. The storm will pass.

Mick S. I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT 😭😭😭 I literally just meant she’s your girlfriend and I respect that! @Lando

Lando N. Sure you did. 

Fernando A. In my country we have a saying — "Schumacher has placed his own foot in his own mouth."

Lewis H. Pick your words better next time yeah? @Mick

Lance S. This is why rookies don’t get access to Amelia.

Esteban O. Wait does that mean I have access to Amelia?

Max V. No.

Fernando A. Absolutely not.

Lando N. You do not.

Valtteri B. I do not speak much in this chat but I just want to say: Mick, this is very funny.

Antonio G. +1

Nicholas L. same 😭

Sebastian V. Let it be a lesson to all of us. Never try to be polite in here. It will be weaponised.

Charles L. I miss when this chat was about tyre pressures and strategy.

George R. That’s adorable. It’s never been that.

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series

vettel reincarnate * female!driver -> after retiring from formula 1 at the end of the 2022 season, f1 legend sebastian vettel realised a while after the announcement that he would miss the paddock way too much. instead of taking back his announcement, he pairs up with an up-and-coming driver and gets her a seat in a race car in formula 1.

in another life * female!driver x logan sargeant -> "if not in this universe, do you think we're at least together in another?" "there has to be at least one where we're happy."

it's nice to have a friend * logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver -> it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

i'm giving up your ghost * multiple drivers -> i’d live in these stories forever if it means being with you

fast times and fast nights * f1 grid as wags -> what do you expect when you put the grid and their partners on a reality show?

i said "i love you" * valentine's day special -> different reactions to the phrase

max verstappen

midnights -> a compilation of lonely midnights shared between you and max following your breakup

5 times -> there are five times max almost caught himself saying he loves you, and then there’s the time that he finally let you know

3 times -> you've had a crush on the racing prodigy for as long as you've known him - you had your own troubles biting back on words too.

glitter -> it’s the morning after a party, and you find yourself tangled up in bed with your boyfriend

the other woman -> everything falls into place in your mind when max fails to show up for you at the one event you desperately wanted him to be at

charles leclerc

i quit drinking -> you were never one to turn down alcohol. when you do, it causes a ruckus among your friends.

to forget you -> you avoided alcohol to forget the likes of charles, but he coped by drowning himself in the very same thing that reminded him of you

you called -> you called, so he came.

dancing with your ghost -> the ghost of your relationship lingers in your old apartment, reminding you of what's lost

george russell

sex -> it was supposed to be just sex

be mine -> your last night together ended on a bad note, and now you’re back after months to explain yourself

alex albon

love like this -> alex may be the reason your parents are separating, but he proves to you that soulmates still exist

get this right -> the thought of proposing to you is one that always comes easy to alex, but what he hadn’t expected is how difficult it is to execute it

first podiums -> it’s her first win in formula one as a female driver and her boyfriend can’t be any happier for her

logan sargeant

take my hand * prince!logan -> the princess, to inherit the throne after marriage, is having the hardest time trying to find a man to wed. until, a certain duke of somewhere comes riding in to ask for her hand

our spot -> a text from you is the last thing logan expects when he's back home for the holidays especially when it's your first text in almost two years

our spot, 2 -> it’s about two weeks since you last saw logan and you find him sitting all alone in the dark

oscar's girl / logan's girl -> logan never thought he would meet the girl that broke oscar’s heart

where the fun begins * frat!logan (college!mick) -> logan sees you wrapped around another’s arms shortly after you ghost him and he decides to wreak some havoc

to the moon and back * dad!logan -> the misadventures of little luna sargeant

carlos sainz

one of your girls -> you’re just another name in black ink in his long list of girls, and you should know better. so why are you at his apartment in the middle of the night after weeks of radio silence?

oscar piastri

logan's girl -> oscar truly never thought he would ever see the girl that was the cause of his first ever heartbreak

mastermind -> oscar did not expect that he had to share a bed with you during his trip to visit you over his break

mick schumacher

no other shade of blue, but you -> you didn't have a favourite colour up until you met him

where the fun begins * college!mick (frat!logan) -> logan sees you wrapped around another’s arms shortly after you ghost him and he decides to wreak some havoc

invisible string -> unbeknownst to you, there was a force that was pulling you and mick together your entire lives

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👔 2 times max saw daniel without his suit (a very loose definition of the word ‘without’) and one time daniel saw max in one. bones au, maxiel, 1.4k words. also, there's a smallest vaguest mention of death and viscera, be prepared!

1

Max makes his way through the floor, passing agents who are going home after a long day. Without people the floor looks empty yet cluttered at the same time – dozens of identical desks covered in papers, files, and dirty mugs. 

The office is dark when Max finally reaches its glass doors, an old lamp painting the room with orange light. 

Daniel is sitting at his desk. His suit jacket is draped over his chair, the shoulder holsters are a stark contrast to his white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

He is drinking. The whiskey looks like amber in the warm light of the lamp. 

“Daniel,” Max says as he enters the office. “Are you okay?” He tentatively moves further into the room. 

Daniel looks up at him and breathes out “Yeah. It's just...harder. When it's a kid.” His voice is hoarse. 

Max nods before sitting down in the chair opposite him. “Yes, I understand–” 

“No, it's-” Daniel groans, rubbing his face. “I have a niece and a nephew. They are close to the age the victim was. It was just…hard. Seeing his skeleton. So small.” His voice is barely a whisper at the end.

Max didn't know Daniel had a niece or a nephew, but he supposes it's normal. Maybe he would be an uncle too, if he still talked to his sister. If he knew where she even was. 

He looks out the window. It's so quiet he can hear the sounds of the street below.

“I-I was at Waco. Branch Davidian compound. I helped identify children who had been killed in the fire. 17 of them,” Max says watching headlights pass by like shooting stars.

“Are you saying you get used to it?” Daniel says. His knuckles are white from gripping the empty glass.

Daniel’s collar is unbuttoned, his tie a little loose. Max looks back out the window. 

“No. I'm saying you'll never get used to it.”

The reflection of the lamplight in Daniel's eyes looks like the stars as well.

2

“How long will this take?” Daniel is sitting on the table in the bone room. His suit is covered in pieces of flesh, cartilage, and bone. 

“As long as it takes to remove all the evidence.” Max helps him remove the jacket and puts it in an evidence bag. 

Daniel moves to start unbuttoning his shirt, but Max stops him. “Don't touch anything, Daniel! You might compromise the evidence.” Max loosens and takes off Daniel's tie. It has honey badgers printed on it. It's not completely ruined by the viscera, so Max hopes Daniel will get it back. 

“So. Uh. Do you think it was suicide? The guy tries to rob the bank, but it doesn't work. He blows himself up to escape the jail?” Max can see Daniel's throat bobbing as he unbuttons his shirt. 

“Carlos said the bomb was triggered via two-way radio. He probably had an accomplice,” Max says as he takes off Daniel's shirt. “Maybe we can track the sig–Oh.”

“Wh-what? Is there goop on me?” Daniel jumps off the table and swivels his head around to check his back. 

“No, no. It's just, I didn't know you have more tattoos,” Max is used to seeing the three on his pinky and the rose on his thumb, and sometimes he catches a glimpse of “free,” “love,” or the cupid inked on his forearms. Now Max sees Daniel's tanned and muscled torso, his smooth chest and, more importantly, his tattoos.

“Oh. Yeah, I had a lot of fun in my youth.” He looks at the astronaut on his left shoulder with a fond smile. 

“You say it like you're an old man,” Max chuckles and drops to his knees. He is about to undo the belt when Daniel jerks back. 

“Woah–uh. Wha-what are you doing?” Daniel stammers, looking down at Max. His eyes are big.

“There's more evidence on your pants. I of course need to remove them too,” Max explains. Daniel pauses, looking into Max’s eyes. Then he nods and looks away. 

Max quickly makes work of Daniel's belt and the pants fall down. There are more tattoos – colorful and big – wrapping around his thigh. 

Max wants to ask more about them when he looks up and. “Daniel. What?” 

“Huh?” Daniel looks down at him. Max can see the tensed muscles of his thighs. Daniel's knuckles are white from gripping the edge of the table. 

“Why do you have… Bring pink?”

Daniel looks at his boxers. Then he exhales and his face relaxes. “Oh. Yeah. These are my… favorites. Don't like to be boring, you know?”

Max is glad to see Daniel’s big smile is back. “You remind me of this bird–” Max tugs at the pants pooled at Daniel’s ankles so he can step out of them, “–Cinnyricinclus leucogaster.”

Daniel makes a confused noise.

Max stands up and moves to put away the pants. “Violet-backed starling. The males have this bright violet plumage to attract mates.”

“Hah, yeah. I'm all about attracting mates.”

When Max turns around, Daniel is looking right at him. 

+1

The building is mostly empty as Daniel makes his way to the lab. This case was not the easiest one, so he is glad that it's finally over. He spent the last few hours going through all the paperwork to make sure the guy will be locked in prison for the next 15 years. 

It has become their tradition to go for a drink after closing a case and Daniel is excited to get himself a beer and listen to Max explaining to him the details of this case as if Daniel is hearing about them for the first time. 

Daniel is just rounding the corner to the glass doors of the lab when he notices Charles talking to someone. Daniel can only see the back of the man – his broad shoulders hugged tightly by a black suit jacket and long legs clad in matching trousers. The man is nodding to Charles’ words when Charles notices Daniel and says hi to him. 

The man turns around and – it's Max. His hair is gelled back, the crisp white shirt is unbuttoned in the collar. Daniel can see the hollow of his throat.

Daniel has never seen Max in a full suit before. In the lab he usually wears a pair of tight jeans and his blue lab coat paired with a basic t-shirt underneath. And outside of the lab he just swaps the coat for a black bomber jacket.

The one time Max had to testify in court, he simply put on a blue shirt that Charles produced seemingly out of thin air. Daniel thought he looked good in blue and even told Max that. Max thanked him and then said that an attorney told him once he should always wear blue when testifying because it disposes the jury from his, apparently, “cold and unpleasant personality.” Daniel hopes this attorney loses every case she gets. 

“Hello Daniel.” Max’s voice brings him out of his thoughts, and Daniel notices an expensive-looking watch on Max’s wrist when he lifts his hand in a little wave. 

“Bones! You look smart tonight.” Daniel tears his eyes away from the way Max’s jacket hugs his waist.

“I thought I always look smart?” Max asks, tilting his head. 

“No-uh. I mean yes. It's just a figure of speech. Means you look good.” Daniel has to loosen his tie a little bit. Maybe they already turned off the building's air-conditioning for the night. Probably so, Max looks a little flushed too. “Should we go somewhere fancy instead of the Founding Fathers then?”  

“Oh. I am sorry Daniel, I can't go with you tonight. There's a party with the university's sponsors and Lewis made us all go,” Max says, looking something between annoyed and sad. 

“Yeah, he threatened us with taking away our parking spots. Very authoritarian of him,” Charles huffs, rolling his eyes.

Now that Daniel is looking, Charles is also dressed in a suit.

“Oh. That's fine, I can survive one night without a glass of beer. Probably better for my liver, right?” Daniel chuckles and rubs his neck as Max furrows his brows. 

Daniel opens his mouth to say something else, although he's not sure what exactly, but Lewis’ voice interrupts him. 

“Alright, everyone ready? The car will be there in 5, we should move.” He claps his hands and moves towards the exit. 

“Have fun tonight, Bones,” Daniel smiles at Max, takes one final look at his suit and turns away. 

He will still go to the bar, but now he won't be listening to Max’s chatter and he definitely will be drinking something stronger than beer.

[thatsdemko]

the story of us - m.verstappen

part two (good riddance)

Taylor swift inspired works masterlist

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: max verstappen x driver!reader

warnings: angst??? idk

a/n: HAPPY SPEAK NOW TV!!

And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know

Is it killing you like it's killing me yeah

I don't know what to say since the twist of fate

When it all broke down and the story of us

Looks a lot like a tragedy now

the crash. it was a simple overtake, one Christian warned him about. you were on your way to p1, your first pole position in formula 1 and max verstappen—your boyfriend and teammate— just so happened to have the nerve to take it away from you and leave you into the barriers.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you wip your helmet and balaclava off in an instant. the second the Marshalls take him and you back to the garage you’re fighting. this is why Christian warned you two of mixing your pens in the company ink.

“my problem?!” he whips around at the sound of your voice crashing into his ears. he hates when you yell.

“you saw me coming! christian told you!”

max starts to rebuttal, but Christian puts his hand up to stop him. max knows Christian and you are right. he was warned you had DRS and were flying right into pole position— his position.

“leave her alone.”

“you don’t tell me what to do with my girlfriend.”

— next chapter —

it’s been two weeks since the incident. two weeks since he sent your car flying into the barriers, and you haven’t spoke since.

he hasn’t called to apology and you haven’t made any efforts to show him you’re over the fight. you just want your damn boyfriend back.

you’re situated on the end of the couch, he’s in the middle between Charles and lando, happily engaging in gossip and conversation while the interviewer starts to ask you questions. typically, max would pay attention, he’d smile and nod along like a proud significant other, but he could care less in this moment.

“have you two made amends since the attempted overtake?” the interviewer looks up from his cards in his lap. his eyes scan max, who’s busy in conversation with Charles, and then back to you. it’s quite obvious no attempt of amends have been made.

you’re nervously playing with the ends of your hair. you’re nodding along to the questions and trying to keep track of what needs to be answered, but of course he goes off on a tangent, and asks the question you didn’t want to answer. were you two going to be okay? was formula 1’s it couple going to survive this fight? the answer was quite simply, no.

“umm,” you pause for a moment and look over at the other Red Bull driver. that’s what he was to you now, you weren’t even sure if he was your boyfriend anymore.

“we’ll get there.” you fake a smile and set the microphone into your lap allowing the questions to flow to the three boys.

Oh, I'm scared to see the ending

Why are we pretending this is nothing?

—

“and that’s pole position for y/n y/l/n! her first win in formula one!”

the crowd is erupting in cheers. the radio hasn’t stopped buzzing with excitement, and while you’re excited, and happy, there’s someone who’s voice you’d want to hear on the other end. there’s someone you want desperately congratulating you.

in the winners room, he doesn’t even bat an eye in your direction. Charles is playing middle man trying to please everyone with his jokes and lighthearted humor, but it’s no use. the tension is bubbling between you two.

“congrats, by the way.” max says rather briefly. he’s looking at the television in the room that’s replaying your overtake on him. the one that didn’t fail and alter your relationship. he wonders what would be different if he didn’t push you off the track. would you be kissing right now? would you cry in each others arms?

you don’t even get the chance to say ‘thank you’ or ‘I miss you’, because by then you’re being called up for podium and the distance between you two is so very obvious. the love and happiness Red Bull used to have, was a flame that was dying.

I don't know what to say since the twist of fate cause we’re going down

and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now,

the end

read part two here

[lescarbille]

for the carcar prompt: interview

answer to : send me a word and I'll write you a Carcar drabble

(use of the actual McLaren "situation" to write angst / I have a will to write Landoscar friendship angst)

“Would you have done that, Carlos?”

Since the beginning of 2025, the races have been marked by a hint of drama. Ink flows between each circuit, like a rain that never ends. They have forgotten what F1 was at one time and now everything takes on an accent of drama. A comment on Lance Stroll becomes a state affair, bringing back accusations of nepotism, Logan’s astonishing results in IndyCar have launched a wave of hatred on the entire Williams team, the turmoil of Red Bull becomes an argument to assail Max with questions while waiting for him to crack (the Mad Maxnarrative seem to have run out of steam).

The real crux of all this rain, of all this ink, is the tense relations between two pairs of teammates: Charles & Lewis and Lando & Oscar.

The prospect of having two number 1 drivers makes the garages tense as the races become tighter and the team orders disputed.

Lando doesn’t give up a position after an undercut. Oscar nearly sends Lando into the barriers after a risky move. Lewis implies that Ferrari favours Charles and Charles says it might be time for Lewis to retire and take Fernando with him.

Carlos finds himself in the middle of the rain and storm. While his relationship with Oscar is a closely guarded secret to the media, the public sees them as good friends. Lando is his best friend on the grid. Charles his former teammate. They ask him for his opinion at every race.

They just don't know how much Carlos loves Oscar and how he swears to be on his side.

“What would I have done?”

“Refused the swap.”

He wishes he still have the opportunity to say "Fuck off" to Ferrari on team radio, when they messed up his strategy, when they leave him drive alone to focus on Charles like in 2023 in Abu Dhabi.

He let Oscar says "Fuck Off", he knows how he feels, he won't denied his right. Fuck off Zak. Fuck off the strategy. Fuck off McLaren. He's kind, too kind sometimes, but Oscar is everything except an idiot.

Once again, McLaren’s strategies have driven a wedge between its drivers. Oscar and Lando’s already strained relationship is hanging by a thread; it’s a wonder they still speak cordially to each other. He don't think Oscar could say "fuck off" to Lando. They are on a same boat and if it sinks Oscar would still save Lando. He cares too much about their friendship, no matter how difficult it is at the moment.

Carlos hates them, McLaren and the media, for that. They were, are, good friends and now they are haunted by the narrative of Prost and Senna. The clash of the McLaren titans all over again.

“I would have done it", Carlos says. "I would have refuse."

Lando will hate him a little, he don't care, Carlos is right.

Carlos has become more selfish and quicker to defend Oscar, he hates seeing his hurt expression when team strategies are failing him… again.

“Oscar was way ahead, with better tires, he should have gone after Lewis. Lando wouldn’t have succeeded and if he had, the end of the race would have been extremely difficult for him. Oscar did it, he succeeded, he managed those tires better, that’s why he won, he was more strategic. He did well.”

I'm proud of him. As always.

Oscar always does well, but Carlos’ opinion has become biased, he’s just lucky it’s always backed up by facts. Oscar is too good of a driver to be given anything other than his future world championship title.

“Thank you, Carlos.”

When he leaves the interview, he sees Oscar's disappointment in his eyes, as if each of his first places, as if each of his points became a new knife. Carlos hates that, and he will protect Oscar from them, because he loves him.

He puts a hand on his back when he passes by him: I'm here, it'll be fine.

[good--merits-accumulated]

More Dead Poets headcanons: historical (Belle Époque) edition

Is this just fully self-indulgence now? Yes. (Insert Starship Troopers gif: "I'M DOING MY PART!")

- Todd is the second son of a couturier who prefers writing fairytales about the dresses instead of doing business with them. He often slips away to go play in string quarters in little riverside bistros and sit in on writers' salons. Strictly speaking he doesn't need to sneak as nobody outside his family really knows who he is, but he does it anyway

- Neil is the contrastingly very high-profile son of a government minister who has seen Todd looking uncomfortable at various balls and recognises him one evening playing violin in the corner of a dingy little cafe, because HE'S also been sneaking out

- Charlie is a dilettante and hangs about with artists (to the dismay of his parents) and keeps the gossip rags well stocked. Neil became friends with him at fourteen out of spite for his parents then discovered that they got on extremely well and that was, as they say, that

- Meeks is a student at the newly-formed University of Paris, unfortunately dating these headcanons exactly to 1896. He spends his time working feverishly on investigating radio waves + using them in communication, a discovery he is unfortunately eventually beaten to by Guglielmo Marconi (yeah, the real guy). Meeks keeps up a significant correspondence both with scientific luminaries (on a first name basis with Max Planck somehow???) and the large amount of siblings he's left behind in a village near Drôme, spending all his allowance on ink and foolscap. (Yes, he speaks fluent Provençal!) Pitts is an American classmate (courtesy of his father working in the embassy), and does mysterious things with aniline dyes after classes in the shed at the bottom of his garden. They prudently don't ask

- Chris is one of Todd's father's clients who befriends him after he very succinctly tells her exactly what's wrong with the fabric and colour and silhouette of the dress her fiance ordered for her. Said fiance is Knox, who Chris is marrying not particularly out of anything more than a very lukewarm platonic affection, but more out of a desire to get out, now, and to decide on something, Now. Knox knows this but he's still convinced it will work out (?????). Ginny is Chris' best friend very explicitly disapproving about it the whole time, and half in love with her as well

- Cameron meanwhile is a pencil-pusher at the American embassy (he's French, though, not American) and befriends Knox and then Charlie and then everyone else through strange twists of fate. Secretly reads a lot of dime novels on the sly. Insists he doesn't

- For at least one glorious summer they all get out and go free. Meeks takes them all down to see his family and Neil goes careening down country back lanes on his (new, very handsome) bicycle, with Todd sitting precariously on the handlebars and laughing the whole way. Knox gets a barge ("Where from?" "Well, I came across it tethered, abandoned, just... over there." "Over THERE?" "Yes. What's the problem?" [DISTANT, EXTREMELY HEATED SHOUTING] "Ah, Christ.") and they all end up in the river one way or another. When they get back to Paris the quiet of the countryside has sharpened everything to even harsher brilliance and Charlie pulls them all to visit his artist acquaintances and they go to the bars out of the way where men can be seen with men and the air is thick with smoke enough that nobody can really see each other's faces, and Neil pulls Todd into a clumsy waltz and thinks, this is how it should always have been from the moment that I was born.

[titanus-casamonstros]

AIN'T THAT A BITE CHAPTER 3

November 3rd 1954

Sirens jolted Max awake in his quarters, tearing through the calm, velvety embrace of the jazz station that had lulled him to sleep. The smooth, rolling notes of a saxophone were obliterated by a blaring, energetic voice. The dim amber light of his lamp cast uneasy shadows across the room as the message took over the airwaves, drilling a deep chill into his bones.

THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROADCAST. DO NOT TURN OFF YOUR HOME RADIOS. A GIANT CREATURE HAS BEEN SPOTTED OFF THE COAST OF AMBURY AND IS NOW HEADING TOWARD THE CITY. TO THOSE IN THE IMMEDIATE AREA, FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS OF POLICE AND THE WARDENS OF THE ABYSS AND EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS NOT A HOAX. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A HOAX

The voice seemed to claw at the very walls, making them hum with a dread that had grown far too tangible. Max’s eyes darted to the window, where the first hints of dawn painted the horizon in smudged strokes of orange and gray. The jazz, forgotten, sputtered back to life for a fleeting second before dying under the weight of the warning.

Max’s breath caught in his throat, eyes darting to the window where the dark city loomed, seemingly asleep and blissfully unaware of the very same horror that he had encountered all those years ago.

In the heart of Ambury’s media district, under a veil of thin cigarette smoke and the occasional crackle of an old radio, Horizio moved with the urgency of a man driven by fate. The studio hummed with energy, a cacophany of typewriters clacking furiously, the scent of ink and hot coffee hanging in the air.

Thomas stood at the threshold of the studio. His blue scales shimmered dully under the fluorescent lights, and his tail flicked nervously, rustling the papers stacked near the door. The slate-gray briefcase he clutched trembled slightly in his clawed hands.

“You’re really going through with this?” Thomas’s voice, usually steady and rich with warmth, was laced with anxiety. His amber eyes darted toward the narrow window that framed a slice of the starless sky. The city beyond was uneasy, a slumbering beast roused by distant sirens and the low thrum of military convoys.

Horizio was already half-dressed, tugging the lapels of his canary-yellow suit jacket into place. Thomas took a brief note of Horizio's bare chest. His clear skin was dotted with blotches of what appeared to be golden scales. The tungsten lights glinted off the suit’s fine threads as he fastened a pair of polished cufflinks engraved with the station’s logo, a crescent moon flanked by a quill.

“This is the moment we’ve been preparing for,” he said, eyes catching the briefest reflection in the glass. His long wavy hair, dark as a raven’s wing and accented with a bright yellow streak, framed a face both determined and alight with the thrill of the chase. “A creature like this in Ambury? We’re going live before anyone else, Thomas. We need to be the eyes and voice of this city.”

Thomas let out a low hiss of breath, shifting on his feet, the briefcase he handed over was heavy, loaded with coiled cables, backup batteries, and a portable reel-to-reel recorder.

The two men exchanged a final, resolute nod before plunging into the night. The studio doors flew open to reveal a city bathed in the eerie, flickering glow of emergency lights. Shadows leapt and danced across brick facades as newsboys shouted half-panicked updates, cars wizzed by with people fleeing their homes and the air filled with the rattle of radios in open windows. Horizio’s midnight-blue sedan, a sleek model with silver detailing that gleamed like a comet’s tail, awaited them at the curb.

“Come on, Thomas,” Horizio shouted over the noise, sliding into the driver’s seat. The engine grumbled awake, its deep rumble vibrating through the frame as if aware of the monumental task at hand. Thomas, nimble despite his reptilian stature, clambered in beside him, clutching the briefcase to his chest. As the sedan surged forward, it seemed to draw the tension of the streets in its wake.

The cityscape blurred past a parade of neon signs, brick buildings, and lampposts casting shaky light on the cobblestone streets. The scent of rain and the metallic tang of ozone hinted at the coming storm, while overhead, the dark sky cracked with the distant, rolling roar of something ancient.

“Horizio, this could go bad fast,” Thomas warned, his voice a mix of trepidation and anticipation. His scaled fingers dug into the leather of the seat, eyes reflecting the sudden burst of headlights from an approaching convoy.

“Then we’ll be the first to show it,” Horizio said, lips pressing into a defiant line. The Glass Summit loomed ahead, its art deco spire piercing the black sky like a needle. A beacon in Ambury, it was the only place high enough to catch a glimpse of whatever stirred the ocean into a wrathful froth.

The sedan skidded to a stop at the foot of the towering structure, tires squealing and trailing smoke. Horizio jumped out, every nerve alight as he snatched the briefcase and ran. The building’s lobby was deserted save for a night guard, "sir you can't be here-" the guard began before he was blasted by golden electricity that rocketed out of horizio's palm. The guard hit the floor, his unconscious body smoking as the 2 men went into the stairwell, much to thomas' dismay. Up the winding stairs they went, their footfalls echoing in metallic thuds.

When they reached the observation deck, breathless and buzzing with adrenaline, the city unfurled beneath them--a sea of lights punctuated by darkness, where emergency blackouts had already been enforced. On the horizon, the ocean heaved ominously, waves crashing with a roar so deep it resonated through the bones. There, towering above the dark waters, was a silhouette, massive, primordial, and moving steadily toward Ambury.

Thomas fumbled with the gear, setting up the portable recorder as Horizio stepped forward, eyes wide, every instinct on high alert. The night was alive with more than just the wind now; it was charged with the presence of the unknown.

Horizio stood at the edge of the observation deck, the wind snapping at his suit. The distant roar of the ocean carried up to him. A sharp blue glow pulsed from the creature’s dorsal spines, casting eerie shadows that danced over the waves and up the facades of Ambury’s tallest buildings.

Thomas, hands trembling, managed to hook the microphone into the portable reel-to-reel recorder. The machine clicked, whirred, and then emitted the soft hiss of live recording. The kobold’s eyes, wide and reflecting the ominous glow from the horizon, shifted to Horizio as if to ask, Are we ready for this?

Horizio leaned into the microphone, his voice steady but charged with an edge. “This is Horizio Gidras, broadcasting from the highest point in Ambury, bringing you what no other station dares to show. We are on the brink of witnessing a night that may forever change our understanding of the world we live in.”

The prehistoric creature filled the night with a haunting, primal sound rolled through the city, a declaration of its arrival. The water surged and spilled over the docks, dragging ships like toys as waves crashed against them.

Horizio glanced back at Thomas, who was biting his lip, scales around his eyes quivering. “Switch to the spotlight,” Horizio instructed, his voice a thread of command laced with urgency. Thomas reached into the briefcase and pulled out a compact spotlight, cranking it to life with a rattling whir. A beam of harsh white light sliced through the night, catching the creature’s massive, draconic form.

Horizio’s voice crackled over the radio waves, imbued with a mixture of fascination and dread. “The creature is immense, a living monolith from a realm we scarcely understand. This is not some tale from the Abyssal Wardens’ whispered patrol logs, this is real, and it is here.”

Thomas angled the light higher, illuminating what appeared to be the creature’s eye--deep-set, like a tunnel, with a glint that suggested awareness, or worse, intent. The eye shifted, focusing on the light, and for a breathless moment, the deck seemed suspended in a hush so profound that even the city seemed to hold its breath.

The silence shattered as the creature emitted a roar that vibrated through glass and steel, shattering windows in nearby buildings. Horizio stumbled but caught himself, eyes locked on the behemoth. The roar was an orchestra of anger, and centuries of isolation.

“Get that on tape!” Horizio barked, shaking off the wave of vertigo that washed over him. Thomas nodded, fumbling to adjust the recorder as the dials spun wildly.

Somewhere in the distance, the muted rumble of military vehicles and the crackle of loudspeakers announced the arrival of reinforcements. But Horizio knew this was only the beginning. Whatever decisions came next, whatever attempts were made to contain this creature, he had captured the first moments--the raw, unfiltered truth that would keep Ambury awake long after this night had ended.

“Sir, the warden’s have announced that this is the same creature that took out their vessel, they gave it a name, Godzilla” Thomas informed him.

Horizio smirked and nodded, having the time of his life as he brought the radio up to his mouth again, “A prehistoric monster that the warden’s call Godzilla has just walked out of ambury harbor,” he said as golden energy crackled around him “it's easily as tall as a 30 story building”

Max's heart raced as he scrambled out of bed, the emergency broadcast still echoing in his ears. The weight of dread pressed heavily on his chest as he threw on his clothes, each movement laced with urgency. “Ida,” he muttered to himself, grabbing his jacket and bolting for the door.

The sounds of sirens wailed like banshees through the stillness of dawn, blending with the fading echoes of jazz. He sprinted down the narrow hall of the research instillation, his mind a whirl of anxiety and determination. He had to find her before it was too late.

As he pushed through the exit onto the main courtyard, the air filled his lungs, but the fresh breeze offered no solace. Instead, it sent a chill racing down his spine. Panic rippled through the streets; cars darted like startled insects, engines roaring in defiance of the impending doom. The sight made his stomach twist. Memories of past terror clawed at his mind--vivid flashes of that fateful day when Godzilla had brought destruction, and he had felt so powerless.

“Ida!” he called out, voice strained. The crowd surged around him, a chaotic mass of frantic citizens, and he fought against it, searching for her familiar face. He couldn’t lose her now, not when they were so close to discovering the truth about the egg she had been studying.

He glanced back up at the skyline, where shadows danced against the impending dawn, hinting at something monstrous just beyond the horizon. His breathing quickened, and he fought against the tightness in his chest, the haunting memories threatening to overwhelm him.

Max pushed onward, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen if he didn’t reach her in time. Finally, he burst into the bustling street of downtown Ambury, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Ida. His heart sank at the chaos unfolding around him; people shouted, some cried out in fear, and others rushed toward the evacuation routes. He had to keep his head, to remain focused on the singular goal of getting her to safety.

Spotting a flicker of red hair in a throng of terrified faces, Max's heart leaped. There she was, standing resolute despite the panic around her, her scientist’s gaze scanning the commotion with a mixture of concern and determination. He wove through the crowd, calling her name again, voice louder this time.

“Ida!” he yelled as he brought her into a tight embrace, as if she was a lifeline

Her eyes met his, a mix of surprise and relief washing over her features. She started to move toward him, but as she did, the ground shook with a low, thunderous roar that seemed to come from the depths of the ocean itself

“Max!” she shouted, her voice edged with urgency. “We need to evacuate now! There’s no time!”

He reached her just as the ground shook violently beneath their feet as they stumbled to find their footing, eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. A wave of dust and debris surged through the air, stinging their eyes as they stared in horror at the towering figure of best, silhouetted against the twilight sky. His massive form loomed over the city, an embodiment of chaos and destruction, with the monstrous roar echoing through the streets like a death knell.

“Max, we need to move!” Ida shouted, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of panic around them, but Max couldn’t tear his gaze away from the behemoth. Godzilla’s eyes glinted with an unsettling intelligence, and in a heartbeat, they shifted toward the train tracks that ran parallel to the cityscape.

A train, laden with frightened passengers, chugged helplessly along the tracks above them, unaware of the impending doom. Time seemed to slow as the kaiju lunged forward, jaws snapping open with a thunderous clamor. Max’s heart raced, dread pooling in his stomach as he watched the creature grip the train in his massive maw, metal bending and screeching in protest.

“No, no, no!” Max gasped, horror gripping him as he instinctively reached for Ida’s hand. Their eyes locked, and he could see the reflection of sheer terror mirrored in her gaze.

“Get down!” Ida cried, pulling him closer just as Godzilla released the train. It flew through the air, an unstoppable projectile tumbling toward them, twisting and spiraling like a fallen star. The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air as the train tore away from its tracks, its destination nothing more than a twisted fate of wreckage.

Max felt time stretch painfully as they both dropped to the ground, instinctively shielding themselves from the chaos. The train hurtled closer, its sheer size blocking out the sky, casting an ominous shadow over them. He could hear the screams of the passengers, a horrifying symphony of despair that echoed in his mind, mingling with the memories of the past that clawed at the edges of his consciousness.

With a deafening crash, the train collided with the ground mere yards from where they lay. A shockwave rippled through the air, sending debris flying and dust swirling in a frenzied dance. Max squeezed his eyes shut, his breath caught in his throat as the roar of destruction drowned out everything else. He could feel the vibrations beneath him, the ground shaking as if it too was responding to the calamity above.

“Max!” Ida voice broke through the chaos, urgent and fierce. he opened his eyes to see her struggling to pull herself up amidst the debris, her expression a mix of fear and determination. They had to get out, to move before giant creature turned his wrath upon them once more.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her to her feet. “We can’t stay here!” he urged. adrenaline surged through max's veins, forcing him into action despite the memories of terror that clawed at his mind.

Together, they sprinted away from the wreckage, weaving through the panicked crowd. The sounds of destruction echoed behind them, a reminder of the nightmare that had come to life in their city. As they ran, Max stole a glance back, his heart heavy with the weight of what they had just witnessed. Godzilla stood amidst the destruction, making direct eye contact with max

As they dashed through the narrowing alleys, Max could hear the booming roar of Godzilla in the distance, mingling with the sound of sirens and the panicked cries of the crowd. His heart raced, but it wasn’t just from the physical exertion; it was the familiar grip of fear tightening around his throat, memories rushing back. The feeling of helplessness, of being at the mercy of something so much bigger than himself, surged through him like a wave.

“Just a little further,” Max urged her as they neared the outskirts of the chaos, the lights of the emergency station glowing like a beacon of hope.

In that moment, Max felt a fierce resolve wash over him. He would protect her, no matter the cost. The panic and uncertainty faded into the background, overshadowed by the clear, undeniable need to keep her safe. “We’re going to make it out of Ambury,” his whispered to himself.

the air crackled with tension as Horizio steadied himself against the railing, eyes wide with a mixture of dread and exhilaration. Below, the chaotic streets of Ambury filled with a cacophony of panic--people running, cars colliding, and sirens blaring. The ominous silhouette of Godzilla continued its lumbering approach, the asphalt cracked under its feet.

“Did you get that?” Horizio shouted over the roar of the crowd and the sound of the crashing waves. Thomas was hunched over the recorder, his fingers flying over the dials. 

“Got it! But Horizio, this isn’t safe!” Godzilla let out another earth-shaking roar that reverberated through the air, sending tremors through the observation deck.

Horizio leaned closer to the microphone, heart racing. “Ambury, you’re witnessing history! This creature is beyond our understanding, ancient, colossal, and filled with fury. It’s coming for us, and we are here to bring you every moment.”

As if sensing the weight of Horizio's words, Godzilla paused, turning its massive head toward the observation deck. Its eyes, vast and deep-set, locked onto Horizio, a predatory glint igniting within. 

Then, with a thunderous crash, Godzilla’s massive claw swung down, smashing into the Glass observation deck and sending glass spraying into the air like a fountain. The creature’s attention was drawn to a train stopped on the tracks nearby, the metallic beast an inconsequential toy in the presence of the ancient titan.

“No, no, no,” Thomas gasped, his heart sinking as he realized Godzilla’s intention. The creature reared back, its jaws unhinging, revealing the cavernous maw as it grabbed the train in its mouth.

Horizio’s instincts kicked in. “Record everything!” he shouted, adrenaline surging. He swung the spotlight toward the train, casting a harsh glare across the metal surface as Godzilla lowered its head. In one swift, terrifying motion, the leviathan snapped its jaws around the train, lifting it effortlessly from the tracks.

Screams echoed through the city as people fled in all directions, their frantic cries swallowed by the roar of Godzilla. The massive creature shook the train like a dog with a ragdoll, the weight of it seemingly nothing in its grasp.

“Can you believe this?” Horizio exclaimed, voice trembling with a mix of terror and exhilaration. 

With a great heave, Godzilla tossed the train aside as if it were a mere toy, the metal crumpling under its own weight as it careened through the air. The train flew across the sky, metal screeching and tearing, before crashing down onto a nearby building, the impact sending a shockwave rippling through the street.

“Get that on tape!” Horizio commanded, eyes wide as the spectacle unfolded before them. He turned the microphone toward the chaos. “Ambury, you’re witnessing pure destruction! A prehistoric monster, Godzilla, has just lifted a train and thrown it across the city!”

Thomas, still fumbling with the recorder, managed to catch the metallic groan of the train's collapse, the echoes of alarmed voices, and the frantic sounds of the city beneath the unfolding chaos. “Horizio, it’s… it’s too dangerous here!” he urged, his voice trembling.

“Dangerous? This is the best thing we’ve ever covered!” Horizio laughed, a wild thrill coursing through him. “We’re the first to capture this! We’re going to change the world!”

But as he spoke, the ground beneath them trembled with a mighty roar.

“Horizio!” Thomas screamed, panic lacing his voice as the reality of their situation crashed down. “We need to get out of here now!”

Horizio hesitated, the thrill of the chase gripping him tightly, but as Godzilla drew closer, he felt the surge of danger. “Okay, fine! But we can’t leave without capturing this!”

They scrambled back from the edge, their hearts pounding as Godzilla’s roar echoed through the night. The spotlight flickered as Thomas wrestled with the equipment, trying to keep the feed live.

“Get ready to run!” Horizio yelled, adrenaline coursing through him. They dashed back toward the stairwell, the sound of Godzilla’s approach sending chills through their spines.

As they flew down the stairs, the roar of the creature mingled with the distant wails of the city in chaos. The night was alive with the throes of terror and destruction, and Horizio felt the pulse of history beating in his chest.

They reached the bottom of the stairwell, breathless and wide-eyed, the world outside an unsettling blend of chaos and firelight.

“Where do we go?” Thomas shouted, glancing back as the rumbling intensified, the air heavy with the scent of smoke and fear.

“Out the back entrance! We can get to the car and head towards the studio!” Horizio urged, his voice sharp with urgency. They rushed toward the exit, the heavy doors swinging open to reveal a scene of utter pandemonium.

Civilians dashed for safety, their faces pale and frantic, while military vehicles sped past, their sirens wailing like banshees in the night. The flickering glow of the emergency lights cast erratic shadows, painting the chaos with an unsettling beauty.

“Get in!” Horizio shouted, flinging open the passenger door of the car. Thomas jumped into the backseat, clutching the briefcase as Horizio slid into the driver’s seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline.

He fired up the engine, the car roaring to life amidst the cacophony outside. With a surge of adrenaline, Horizio slammed the accelerator, the sedan shooting forward into the chaos.

“Where’s Godzilla now?” Thomas gasped, peering through the rear window. His scales gleamed in the dim light, anxiety etched across his features as he watched the chaos unfold behind them.

“Still coming this way!” Horizio yelled, adrenaline fueling his every word.

As they barreled down the street, the sound of Godzilla’s roars echoed behind them, the ground shook beneath the weight of the creature, and every blast of air felt like a warning, a reminder that they were racing against time.

“Look out!” Thomas shouted as a military convoy came into view, armed soldiers rushing into position, a man on horseback leading the charge. Horizio swerved, narrowly avoiding a barricade of overturned cars and debris, the tires screeching against the pavement.

“There! Park over there!” Thomas pointed toward an empty spot near the edge of the gardens, and as he slammed the brakes, they skidded to a halt.

They jumped out of the car, both driven by a singular purpose: to capture the moment of a lifetime. Horizio grabbed the portable recorder and spotlight while Thomas grabbed the microphone, their hearts racing in unison.

The air was electric, charged with fear and excitement. They made their way to the square, "Set up over there!” Horizio shouted, pointing to a spot with a clear line of sight.

As they worked, the sky darkened further, shadows pooling around them. The once bright lights of the harbor flickered ominously, as if they, too, sensed the storm approaching. Thomas’s hands trembled as he plugged in the spotlight, and Horizio set the microphone to broadcast live.

“Godzilla is closing in on us!” Horizio’s voice rang out, authoritative and charged with urgency.

 Godzilla emerged from behind a building with a guttural roar. The creature was even more magnificent and terrifying up close, with glistening scales and those fierce, piercing eyes focused on the convoy.

Tanks rumbled forward, their reinforced armor gleaming ominously under the sporadic flashes of magic-infused weaponry that illuminated the night like distant stars falling to earth. The ground shook beneath their steel tracks, a relentless tremor that echoed the tension in the air. The wardens, clad in purple accented suits adorned with shimmering arcane runes, unleashed a barrage of attacks that lit up the skyline. Maser cannons, augmented with potent mystical energy, glowed ominously as they charged, a herald of the impending storm. The air crackled with raw energy, the magic coursing through the artillery amplifying their destructive potential. A chorus of urgent shouts and the thunderous roars of engines filled the night as the wardens took their positions.

In the midst of the chaos, a striking silhouette cut through the smoke and debris, a figure riding atop a dark steed with fiery red eyes that glimmered with otherworldly intensity. It was Chevy, exuding an aura of authority that commanded respect and admiration. His cowboy hat, tilted low, cast shadows over his determined gaze, which gleamed with the ferocity of a predator. He was a stark contrast against the swirling mayhem, his calm confidence unwavering as he gripped the reins of his spirit horse, Blackjack, whose hooves pounded against the cracked pavement with a rhythmic ferocity.

With a precise motion, Chevy pulled out his rifle, its barrel glinting like a beacon of hope as he took aim at the towering monster. Without a hint of hesitation, he fired; the bullet, infused with a spell of binding, erupted into a brilliant burst of golden light upon impact. The energy collided with Godzilla’s tough hide, causing the creature to stagger, a low growl escaping its throat as it turned its massive head, momentarily diverted from the chaos it had wrought.

Nearby tanks roared to life, their turrets swiveling in unison as they unleashed their magical artillery in a synchronized barrage. Beams of vibrant energy shot forth, exploding against Godzilla’s side with the force of a thunderstorm, sending ripples of power cascading across its formidable form.The dinosaur’s roar filled the air, a bone-chilling sound that reverberated through the very heart of Ambury, harmonizing with the cacophony of the wardens’ assault.

Chevy, unfazed by the chaos surrounding him, expertly maneuvered Blackjack through the tumult. With a swift draw, he fired his pistols, each shot ringing out like a clap of thunder, piercing through the dense haze of smoke and debris. The bullets, charged with potent magic, struck Godzilla with blinding bursts of light, illuminating the night and casting elongated shadows that danced across the shattered streets.

As the creature began to retaliate, thrashing its massive tail with furious intent and unleashing a torrent of destruction, the wardens’ resolve only intensified. Yet, the wardens held their ground, channeling their magic into every weapon fired, their defiance a shimmering shield against the encroaching darkness.

Chevy pressed on, riding alongside the advancing tanks, a lone cowboy amidst a storm of steel and magic. Each shot he fired was a testament to his unwavering spirit, a silent promise to defend Ambury from the threat that loomed over it. He moved with purpose and grace, his presence a calming force amid the storm.

As the wardens unleashed their magical artillery, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and gunpowder, mingling with the acrid stench of smoke. Godzilla, momentarily staggered by the onslaught, regained its composure, its massive form illuminated by the flickering flames. The city around it groaned under the weight of the battle.

With a primal roar, Godzilla straightened, and the low hum that filled the air deepened, reverberating through the very fabric of reality. The ground beneath the creature’s feet cracked, fissures spreading outward like spiderwebs. Wardens and civilians alike felt the tremor.

It's spines slowly began to glow with bright blue energy, Godzilla opened its jaws wide, a gathering vortex of energy swirling within. The spines pulsed with raw power, before erupting forth in a violent torrent. A beam of destructive force shot out, racing toward the wardens with unrelenting speed.

“Take cover!” Chevy shouted silently through gritted teeth, urging Blackjack to veer aside as the atomic breath seared through the battlefield. The world seemed to slow as the beam streaked toward them, a manifestation of annihilation. Tanks exploded in fiery brilliance, their armored hulls melting under the onslaught, leaving only twisted scraps in its wake.

Chevy, heart pounding, held tight to his reins, urging Blackjack to maneuver through the chaos. The Night mare, instinctively sensing danger, galloped faster, deftly dodging the destructive wave. As they surged ahead, Chevy raised his rifle, his expression a mask of focus and determination. He aimed for Godzilla's throat.

“Now!” he silently commanded, and the wardens rallied once more, their resolve igniting like the flames surrounding them. With a coordinated effort, they unleashed another volley of magically charged projectiles. The beams soared through the air, illuminating the darkness as they arced toward Godzilla.

One by one, the blasts struck true, each explosion erupting against Godzilla’s form, lighting it up in bursts of fiery magic. The creature roared in defiance, the sound echoing like thunder across the city as it staggered back, its hide glowing from the impact. the hide slowly regenerated from the magic blasts, causing their hearts to sink

Godzilla let out a deafening roar, a mix of anger and pain, as it twisted its head to confront the source of the assault. The colossal creature unleashed another wave of atomic breath, this time directed at Chevy, its radiant glow casting shadows that danced across the rubble-strewn street.

In a moment that felt suspended in time, Chevy dove to the side as blackjack dematerialized in order to avoid the blast as it seared the ground, leaving a charred scar in its wake. Chevy rolled to his feet, undeterred, determination etched on his face.

As the battle roared on, the city of Ambury teetered on the edge of oblivion. Chevy stood amidst the chaos, his chest rising and falling with rapid, adrenaline-fueled breaths. The echoes of Godzilla’s enraged roars and the magical blasts of the wardens created a symphony of devastation around him. He reloaded his pistols, eyes locked on the towering monster as he prepared for the next phase of the assault.

Suddenly, a subtle vibration hummed through the air, different from the tremors caused by the creature. The sound resonated in his mind, and a cold, familiar voice followed, like the whispers of shadowy corridors.

“Chevy, this is Overseer Nyctos.”

The voice of Nyctos, the enigmatic warden overseer whose power was only whispered about, carried a weight that could not be ignored. Chevy’s eyes narrowed as he listened, his attention momentarily shifting from the titanic beast before him. A dark mist curled in the air, coalescing into the shape of a spectral eye that shimmered above him, glowing with arcane energy.

“You are needed elsewhere. The Egg is vulnerable. Max and Ida are under siege. You must secure them and reinforce the fortifications immediately.”

Chevy’s jaw clenched as he processed the overseer’s words. He cast a quick glance back at Godzilla, the monstrous titan that still rampaged through downtown Ambury, its massive tail swiping through buildings as if they were mere playthings. The thought of leaving the battlefield grated against his warrior’s spirit, but he trusted Nyctos’s judgment implicitly. If the Egg—the powerful artifact that anchored so much of their world’s balance—was at risk, then there was no choice.

“Understood,” he thought, allowing his mind to echo back to the overseer. The spectral eye blinked once, a signal of acknowledgment, and then dissipated into thin, shadowy tendrils that vanished in the wind.

Chevy turned to Blackjack, the spirit horse’s flaming eyes flickering as if sensing the change in their mission. Without hesitation, Chevy vaulted onto the saddle, the air around him crackling with urgency. He turned to the wardens nearest him, signaling for them to continue the fight against Godzilla with grim determination.

“Hold the line,” he barked, his voice low but commanding. The wardens nodded, eyes fierce with understanding as they redirected their attacks, holding Godzilla’s attention and buying their commander the precious moments he needed.

With a sharp command, Blackjack bolted forward, hooves pounding against the shattered pavement as they raced away from the frontline and deeper into the city. The wind whipped past Chevy’s face, carrying the scent of smoke and magic. The streets blurred beneath them, a testament to the supernatural speed of the shadow steed.

The buildings around him gave way to a quieter part of the city, where the tension was less visible but no less pressing. He could feel the thrum of magic in the air, a resonance that led him toward the hidden fortress where Max and Ida held their ground, protecting the Egg. Chevy’s eyes narrowed, his mind set on the task ahead as he prepared to defend his fellow wardens—and, by extension, the very fabric of their world—from whatever dark force sought to breach their sanctum. Chevy’s heart thundered in his chest as he raced through the crumbling streets of Ambury, Blackjack galloping with urgency beneath him. He needed to find Maxwell and Ida before it was too late.

As he rounded a corner, the scene unfolded before him: there they were, Maxwell and Ida, desperately working to fortify the area around the egg. they were clearly out of their depth.

“Max! Ida!” Chevy called out, urgency infusing his voice.

They turned, startled, eyes wide with surprise. “Who are you?” Ida demanded, taking a defensive stance beside Maxwell.

“I’m Chevy, get inside!” he shouted, urgency coloring his tone as he leaped off Blackjack, swiftly guiding them toward the lab. “Godzilla is on the move again, and it’s headed this way!”

Maxwell hesitated but quickly nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation. “Lead the way!” he said, and without another word, they mounted Blackjack together, Chevy in front, the two of them pressed closely behind him.

As they raced toward the laboratory set up near the shoreline, a low rumble began to build, shaking the ground beneath them. The air crackled with tension, and Chevy felt a chill run down his spine as he turned to glance back at the monster that had brought their city to its knees. Godzilla loomed, a titanic figure against the backdrop of the night sky, its eyes fixed on the egg.

“Get ready!” Chevy shouted over the roar of chaos, urging Blackjack to sprint faster. “We need to fortify that egg before it hatches!”

But just as they reached the laboratory entrance, the world erupted into chaos once more. Godzilla reared back, its massive maw glowing with a fierce blue light, gathering the energy for another catastrophic breath. The unmistakable sound of the charge filled the air, and dread washed over them.

In that moment, Horizio and Thomas, who were watching from the shadows of the ruins, their expressions a mix of horror and awe. “It’s going to fire again!” Thomas shouted, eyes wide with fear.

“Stand back!” Horizio commanded, his heart racing as he braced himself for the inevitable explosion. “We need to find cover!”

But it was too late. Godzilla unleashed its energy in a torrent of destructive power, the beam slicing through the air and striking the city with blinding force. The explosion was immense, a wave of blue light that illuminated the night sky, sending shockwaves through the ground. Buildings crumbled further, debris flying in all directions as the force of the blast rocked the very foundation of Ambury.

Amidst the chaos, Chevy, Maxwell, and Ida held tightly to each other, watching in horror as the devastation unfolded. “Keep your eyes on the egg!” Chevy shouted, trying to maintain focus as the world erupted around them.

Maxwell gritted his teeth as he shielded Ida with his own body. As the dust began to settle, the trio witnessed Godzilla’s form loom ominously over the wreckage, a titan against the backdrop of their ruined city. The creature surveyed the destruction it had wrought, and then, with an earth-shaking roar, it began to retreat, slowly backing into the waves, leaving a scene of devastation in its wake.

Maxwell and Ida exchanged glances, their expressions hardened by the night’s events.

As the breath surged through the air, Horizio and Thomas took cover behind the remnants of a collapsed building, their hearts racing at the sheer scale of the destruction unfolding before them. But before the blinding explosion could reach them, a flash of energy erupted from Horizio’s back. With a crackle of electricity, massive dragon wings unfolded, shimmering with iridescent scales, creating a protective barrier against the impending doom.

“What the—?” Horizio gasped, completely taken by surprise as the wings spread wide, blocking the blast with an electrifying shield. The impact still rattled him to his core, but he could feel the surge of power coursing through him as he instinctively embraced this new ability.

Thomas stared wide-eyed, half in awe, half in terror. “What just happened? You have wings now?”

“Apparently!” Horizio shouted over the chaos, his voice a mix of disbelief and exhilaration. “I didn’t know I could do this!”

The blue explosion illuminated their surroundings, casting flickering shadows as debris rained down around them. The ground trembled violently, and even with the dragon wings shielding them, the sheer force of Godzilla’s attack sent waves of energy that threatened to knock them off their feet. Horizio struggled to maintain his balance, his eyes wide with shock as he turned to see the devastation unfolding.

As the chaos began to subside, the wings absorbed back into Horizio’s back, leaving him breathless and bewildered. “What just happened?” he muttered, trying to wrap his mind around the sudden display of power. Just then, a voice echoed in his mind, chilling yet commanding. "Build kingdom."

The phrase reverberated through him, accompanied by a surge of visions that danced behind his eyes. He saw monstrous shapes looming in the shadows of his thoughts, a spiky, armored creature, known for its icy maw and haunting screams. a massive bird swept across the sky, wings beating with the force of a hurricane, leaving a trail of destruction and embers in its wake as it soared through the air. a mountain of sludge slithered through the debris, leaving a trail of toxic sludge and destruction, its very existence a threat to all life around it..

Each image left an imprint on his mind, and he felt the weight of a herculean labor

“What is it?” Thomas asked, snapping Horizio back to reality, concern etched across his face.

Horizio shook his head, brushing off the overwhelming experience, the weight of the visions lingering in the back of his mind. “Nothing,” he replied, his voice steady but the turmoil within him evident.

[giddlygoat]

Every single day, I try to draw, and every day since I met your blog, I've trying to learn what makes your art absolutely awesome!! You inspire a LOT. Thank you very much for your drawings <3

awww, thank you SO much for telling me! i was having an anxious day but this makes me so happy…. i hope your day is going well too :]

i’ve been drawing since i could pick up a pencil, but i clearly remember some of the things that inspired me to draw most, and made me consider my techniques from other angles.

some of my biggest inspirations are games like portal 2 and team fortress 2, and animated stuff like looney tunes, darkwing duck, and astro boy. if you enjoy something, be it a movie, book or anything else, let your imagination run wild and study the world and what makes it interesting and unique. the characters you love probably have distinct visual traits like a color theme, strong shape language, or interesting outfit.

i like to think about that kind of stuff all day and apply the things i like about other people’s art to my own characters and stories! see an inking style you love? try to copy it. i personally love the art style of things like sam & max, disco elysium, and grim fandango. these art styles are all strong, stylized, and happen to all take inspiration from the vintage. which i’m obsessed with lol.

i appreciate you saying that my art is awesome, and it makes me smile so big that you want to study it for inspiration 🥹💖 i encourage you to look for the cool art that you love, grab details and techniques from it, and see what you can make.

when i want to design a new robot for example, i think to myself things like “does this robot look like a radio or a dishwasher? how old is it? what color is it and how does it correlate with its personality?” and so on. maybe i see a neat transformer and want my robot to have similar ‘boot’ feet. maybe i see art from flcl and want my robot to have a television-like head. is my robot fast? what if it looked like a motorcycle?

you’ll hear tons of art advice over the years, and you’ll take something good away from all of it, even if sometimes that’s what not to do. the best advice i can give you is to try everything. indulge in what you love, practice what you obsess over, draw what makes you happy.

the worst thing you can do as an artist is think there is a particular way to do anything. go nuts! push poses, experiment with colors, speed up your sketches or jump straight to the painting! no technique is better than any other as long as you’re having fun and making something you like.

i hope you relish every second of your art journey and waste no time worrying about your art from two months ago that looks wonky or ‘bad’ now. remember, if your old art looks bad now, it means you’ve improved and you’re understanding your vision way better now. keep growing and take breaks when needed! just have fun and let’s smile at the canvas!

[theallenshorefangirl]

new fun fact about Z

(Virginia's tape) Since Z works at Homa Mart in the mornings you can actually find a extra mannequin who is laying on a stack of boxes when you go to do the forklift trick and you can put a sticky note on it that looks like Z's shadow forms wax like mask.

(Allen's Tape) you can find poems written by Z(purple ink black paper) and responding poems written by Allen (dark yellow ink white paper) and you can find sticky note conversations Z started with other people with corresponding colors.

(Max's Tape) Z watched Madison Nygaard and Freddy Ruhl in the afternoons while both Mr and Mrs Nygaard are out with job or grocery shopping.so Madison has a note written on the fridge about the sleep deprived sitter and how she does a good job despite her nodding off mid conversion between which is cooler princesses or dinosaurs.and also mentioned how Z is like a big sister to her and Freddy even puts on a sticky note how his sister knows Z.

(Lucas Tape) A strange sticky note conversations between a purple and green sticky notes but it's all in binary code with all its 1s and 0s and another one could be found inside the cabin with a rewritten code to get the snake game to work that won't crash the radio again.

You can also find collectible constellations and a sun and moon pins for a cork board that has a secret collectible in it.

[leclercsbf]

was tagged by @nyoomfruits to post a wip snippet like... ten days ago... took me a while (sorry ellie) But I Am Finally Posting. this still needs a lot of work so let’s hope i don’t end up abandoning it. tagging @ocontraire, @charlosgoggles, and anyone else who has a wip they want to share! please ping, i like getting glimpses of other people’s work.

Learning is a distraction and Charles welcomes it all too easily, focusing on the task at hand rather than allowing his mind to fixate on all of the problems that lay beyond the four corners of the classroom. He’s pleased to find that (for the time being, at the very least) he’s still able to perform as well as he usually does academically, and not once do his thoughts stray towards other pressing matters—enabling him to take a moment and just breathe.

He’s humming a song he heard on the radio by the time the afternoon rolls around, copy after copy of his updated resume being churned out in smooth succession where he’s standing before the university library’s printer; and his eyes are fixated onto the inked sheets when a shadow falls over them and bids him to look up, eyes soon meeting Daniel Ricciardo’s steady gaze.

They don’t quite know each other, is the thing. They’re certainly aware of each other’s existence—Charles can easily recall how they had once grappled for the opportunity to discuss the same subject matter in one of their shared psychology courses—but they hadn’t so much as breathed a word in the other’s direction outside of class. Daniel is arguably one of the richest bastards in the university, after all, and Charles himself is just a little above average (or perhaps he’s a tad below it in light of recent events). Their social circles simply do not coincide, and Charles supposes that neither of them had found any cause to amend that before today—which is why Daniel’s presence prompts Charles to lift a questioning brow, hands working to gather his printouts and staple the sheets together as he asks Daniel what he could help the older male with.

“I heard you got disowned.” comes the response, causing Charles to falter, and it’s only through sheer luck that he’s able to grip the stapler more firmly even as it threatens to clatter onto the floor between their feet. “That must’ve stung.”

“How did you even find out?” Charles inquires, every bit as puzzled as his tone might suggest, because Max was the only person that Charles had told—and he would have kept it to himself, really, if he and Max hadn’t known each other since they were toddlers (long enough that Max could sense Charles’ troubles from a mile away). He tells Daniel as much, growing infinitely more curious as to how the other male chanced upon the information, and the response has Charles’ eyes rolling towards the heavens.

“How does that go again?” Daniel starts, seemingly deep in thought, gestures purposely exaggerated and allowing Charles to see right through the ruse, “‘Tight ass, loose lips’? Your friend let it slip, Leclerc.”

[equiptorg]

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[kudosmyhero]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (vol. 1) #29: Men of Shadow

Read Date: July 08, 2023 Cover Date: March 1990 ● Writer: A.C. Farley ● Pencils: A.C. Farley ● Inks: A.C. Farley ● Letterer: A.C. Farley ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● aw man, the author did such a good job of setting up the cost of this comic book that when the bully ripped it, I genuinely felt for the kid!

● 👏👏

Synopsis: In this issue's prologue, we see a man seated in what appears to be a space craft, musing about his desire to be a hero… as his computer accesses files regarding the Necronomicon.

Meanwhile, the TMNT are apparently skirmishing with a gigantic turtle robot in the woods of Northampton as Master Splinter looks on. Suddenly, the bot ceases its operations and comes crashing to the ground. The Turtles scramble to open the machine up, and Donatello pops out, explaining how he accidentally overloaded the onboard computer and with a few tweaks he'll have it ready to roll again.

In Arkham, Massachusetts we are introduced to two boys, named Max and Pervis. Max has just purchased an expensive back issue of a comic book and Pervis is warning him about his parents' reaction… which is sure to be very negative. Max explains that he's already in trouble and headed for summer school because he flunked math. The bad news only gets worse as the two lads are assailed by a group of bullies, led by a big fat kid named Barry. Barry grabs Max in a head lock and then tears up his comic before walking off, warning the comic fans that he'll be back later.

Cut to a scene at the University of Massachusetts, where we learn that a group of armed men have taken control of the UMass library annex, called the Whately House. Swarms of police surround the building as the situation is dire and tense. Apparently the house had just been moved to the Amherst site from its original location of Arkham. Almost everyone managed to escape the criminals thanks to two heroic people inside, but those people are now being held captive… the heroic duo being April and Casey! The gunmen have sworn to destroy the museum and kill all inside rather than surrender.

In the Whatley House, April and Casey are tied up while being held at gunpoint by three pointy eared men, who are accompanied by a small horde of what appear to be zombies - zombies that have telltale bite marks on their necks, as if they'd been bitten by vampires. The three malefactors vow to destroy the museum rather than let the humans find physical evidence of their existence. The leader hands a detonator device to a zombie and tells him to hold the button down - if commanded, the underling is to release the button, which will detonate a huge stockpile of TNT and decimate the structure, including all inside.

As April and Casey discuss their predicament, the leader of these criminals, Mallet, snarls at them (revealing vampire teeth) and tells them that they're waiting for their Master Traquer to arrive. Mallet then radios a henchmen who is outside in a truck, surrounded by numerous police vehicles, and alerts him to the plan. Apparently the "brainless ones" will be used as a diversion that will allow the vampires to escape with some sort of mystic artifact that they've come here to retrieve.

Just then, we see the TMNT crawling through an attic window located at the rear of the house. The Turtles walk downstairs and tell Mallet that they've only come for Casey and April, and if they're allowed to leave, there will be no trouble. This amuses Mallet and he tells the Turtles that they will die with their friends. Suddenly, the man from the prologue appears out of thin air and grabs Mallet. The Turtles leap into action. The mystery man informs our heroes that to rid themselves of their undead foes, they must pierce their hearts with wood or separate their head from their body. The Turtles are a bit freaked out about the news that they're fighting zombies and vampires, but they waste no time in breaking up the furniture to make crude stakes. The zombies are dispatched easily, but the vampires turn into bats and fly out of a window. The mysterious man has subdued the "neo-dead" slave holding the detonator, while he leaps from the window with the zombie and bomb in tow. As the man and monster fall, the dynamite explodes.

The vampire in the truck below takes this as a sign to flee, and so puts the peddle to the metal, scattering the police as he tears away. The TMNT spot him and Don throws a special tracking shuriken that imbeds itself into the back door of the vehicle, so the Turtles will be able to locate the vehicle later. The guys quickly untie Casey and April, as everyone escapes while the police are distracted by the fleeing truck.

Meanwhile, Max and Pervis are out in a field. Max is standing with his arms spread wide, explaining to Pervis that his home is light years away, that he's a prince brought to Earth to escape assassination threats. As Max tells his tale (which Pervis isn't buying for a minute), he screams for his "family" to pick him up and return him to his home planet. Suddenly, something large crashes onto the ground a few meters away.

Max rushes to investigate, and the mystery man from earlier crawls from the wreckage, a real mess his own self. Pervis takes off to get help for the injured fellow, while Max helps him to a hidden underground chamber filled with incredibly advanced technological devices (and strange beasties, creatures with one giant eye and bat wings). The man climbs into a pod, telling the lad to stay put and not to touch anything.

As soon as the man is sealed in his pod, Max ignores the instructions and accesses the main computer. He finds the log files and we learn that the man is named Clark Ashton Allard, and he's being spied upon by the strange bug-eyed creatures that are locked up in the cages. Apparently, these beasts are being sent by Master Traquer in effort to keep Allard out of Tracquer's affairs - which involve something in the Whatley House. Clark notes that the house should never have been removed from its original site, as it was protected by many powerful spells that were broken once it was moved; protective spells that kept the artifacts within the building safe from harming humanity. The Whatley family had safeguarded these artifacts for generations, and Tracquer had spent that time deciphering what they were and how to utilize them. Allard writes that he has no idea what the vampire is up to, but he's sure it means great suffering for the world. So Clark vows to stop Tracquer and continue to fight for good, as he's done for aeons.

Meanwhile, the Turtles, Casey, and Splinter have tracked the vampire's truck to Arkham, Massachusetts. However, right outside of city limits, their jeep breaks down. Fortunately they've brought the giant Turtlebot with them, so everyone climbs on board and Don pilots the mechanical terrapin.

Back in Allard's secret underground chamber, Max is rudely interrupted from his reading as Master Traquer and three of his vampiric underlings arrive. Unfortunately, Clark is still in his healing mechanism, so the monsters grab the boy and smash the glass on the pod to unceremoniously remove Allard, who is out cold.

Pervis hears noise back where he'd left his friends and returns to investigate. The boy sees Traquer dragging Max out of the chamber by his neck. Pervis tries to ride off to seek help, but he hits a rock and breaks the front wheel on his bicycle. As he laments his situation, he sees a loud and looming form emerging from the darkness… it's the Turtlebot!

"Hey, kid," Casey calls out, "We're kinda lost! Can ya give us some directions?!"

Innsmouth, Massachusetts - The vampires are in a hideout on the wharf, inside Allard and Max are tied up. Fortunately, Clark has almost healed fully at this point. Traquer announces that they are going to summon a hideous monster called Dagon to destroy mankind. As the convocation begins, the TMNT crash through a wall and a huge battle ensues. Unfortunately, the ceremony was completed and Dagon arrives - a huge tentacled beast that immediately begins grabbing vampires and eating them. Don's robot is captured in tentacles but he blasts out of the machine before it is swallowed. Casey is fighting Traquer but not doing very well… as the vampire master prepares to dine on Jones' neck, Max stabs the monster in the back with one of Casey's broken baseball bats and kills him.

Meanwhile, Allard is struggling with an artifact in the attempt to close the gateway that has allowed Dagon to enter our dimension. As he makes adjustments to the device, the beast grabs him. Clark tosses the artifact into the gaping maw, hoping to close the gateway from the other side. Suddenly, a huge explosion rocks the building to its foundation and our heroes run for cover as the structure collapses. Once the dust has settled, Splinter sends his students to find Allard and the artifact, but there's no sign of either.

The next day, we see Max and Pervis walking down the street. Once again Barry and his cronies show up. Barry states that they've got unfinished business from yesterday. Pervis tells Max to apologize, but Max refuses.

"No way!" Max shouts in defiance, "After last night, these guys are nothin'!"

So Barry punches Max in the eye, knocking him to the ground and giving him quite a shiner.

"Some thanks for saving the world!" Max bemoans.

Meanwhile, we see Casey phoning April and telling her that they'll be home as soon as they fix the truck.

Finally, we see Clark Ashton Allard in his healing pod.

(https://turtlepedia.fandom.com/wiki/Men_of_Shadow)

Fan Art: Rivalry by JulianDeLio

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OV428 - Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes (2024) & The Idea of You (2024)

This week, I review Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes in both a non-spoiler and spoiler feature review. Then, in this week’s secondary review, I share my thoughts on Michael Showalter’s The Idea of You, currently on Amazon Prime Video. I also talk about recent news regarding 28 Years Later, Lord of the Rings: The Hunt for Gollum, Spider-Man Noir, Shogun season 2, Dune: Prophecy, and more.

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Show Start - 00:28

News - 02:45

  Feature Review

Thoughts on the Reboot Trilogy - 25:39

Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes (2024) - 39:04

Spoiler - 54:41

  Secondary Review

The Idea of You (2024) - 1:11:39

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OV429 - The Strangers: Chapter 1 (2024) & I Saw the TV Glow (2024)

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Hey I just wanted you to know I started watching your YouTube reviews and love the way you dissect the books. I'm always in for new long form videos and within days I'd binged your video reviews and I'm rewatching them as well. I'm also interested in looking into getting one or some of your books. Which one would you recommend the most as a starting point, and what's the best way to purchase it to get you max revenue?

Firstly thank you..... thank you! This is all still very wild.

The best place is to get my books Gumroad, ish. You can get the PDF and ePub versions of Good Angel and Bad End there, and it gives me the most direct money for it- especially as it's 5£ minimum, pay what you want. I have some free little poetry books there too.

However, print wise we only have that dreaded Amazon. Print on demand and all, best pricing. It does come in soft and hard cover, and the hard looks super nice.

Amazon also has Angel Radio, my other novel. But.....

Angel Radio is from a small press- Harmony Ink/Dreamspinner! This means I don't have solo distribution rights and thus don't have it on Gumroad. But it does mean it's properly in from an ISBN and all, meaning you can buy it from most booksellers. So please do that. I think you should be able to even ask your local bookstores to order it in for you. I don't get much money from it either ways- as that's royalties, baby!

As for where to start, it depends. I think Good Angel is better than Angel Radio, but then, I did write it, y'know, later. Bad End is very much some of my fav stuff I've done and I really, really like it.

Good Angel/Bad End is a slice of life meeting impending dreadful apocalypse about friendship and weird angels and hope. It's silly and funky at times while still having some quite dark moments (it is Not for younger readers). It's also extremely, extremely LGBT+ and I especially wanted to do a lot with IDs you don't see often, so there's fun with gender and pronouns and angel cultural norms. GA/BE is a bit weird but I just wanted to write something FOR ME- if you are into angels/demons/theology, if you like Good Omens, if you want something with a unique structure, start there.

Angel Radio is something I need to reread. You know it's like eight years old? My memory is very bad so I honestly don't recall it too well and one day will reread it for my own book review blog! Angel Radio is more conventional than GA/BE: it's a YA book totally fine for ages like 13+, and mostly an excuse to have fun with freaky bodyhorror angels in the post apocalypse. It's a road trip story where one character pretends she isn't mentally rattled by being the sole survivor of the alien angel apocalypse, and walks up the highway through Vermont. It's still pretty weird- because y'know, I'm me- but shorter and snappier than GA/BE.

What you read is up to you. And hopefully one day I'll have even more books to talk too long about!

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84. Sunglasses At Night by Corey Hart

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