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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: A spontaneous game night brings Max face-to-face with the person who's been making Lando smile at his phone for months.

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Warnings: none

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May 1st, 2020 - London, United Kingdom

Lando adjusted the rearview mirror as Max rattled off the details of the next flat on their list. The streets of London blurred past, the usual grey sky hanging low but somehow comforting in its consistency.

—Alright, mate, this one’s a bit pricier but the location’s killer. Close to the Tube, a bit of greenery nearby, and the landlord seems chill. Plus, the photos make it look bigger than your last shoe box—

Ping.

Lando’s phone buzzed on the passenger seat, glowing against the dark interior. Without taking his eyes off the road, he glanced over and shook his head at Max.

—Oi, read that for me, yeah? I’m driving.—

Max grabbed the phone with a grin, already excited to stir the pot.

—Oh-ho, what do we have here?— Max sing-songed, unlocking the phone and reading aloud with dramatic flair. —“hey are you joining the guys to play later or are you ghosting me again? 😤🤨”—

Max let the message hang in the air, smirking as he side-eyed Lando like a cartoon villain catching someone in the act.

—Ohhh, it’s her, isn’t it? Your little gamer girlfriend.—

Lando groaned, turning onto the next street with an exaggerated sigh.

—She’s not my girlfriend, you absolute knob. We’re just mates.—

Max snorted. —Yeah, right. And I’m Lewis Hamilton’s long-lost cousin.—

—Mate, shut up. She’s just cool. Funny. Good at the game.—

—And stunning. Don’t forget stunning.— Max wagged his brows like a menace.

Lando didn’t respond, just flicked the indicator and merged lanes a bit too aggressively, earning a honk from someone behind them.

—Jesus, relax before you kill us. Anyway— Max turned his body toward Lando, still holding the phone like it was evidence in a trial —why the fuck haven’t I been invited to play with her yet? I thought we were becoming roommates, not strangers with secrets.—

Lando rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to focus hard on traffic. —Because I know you. The second she logs on, you’ll start running your mouth about… things.—

—What things?— Max asked innocently, already smirking.

—You’ll tell her I fancy her.—

—Well, you do.—

—No, I don’t.—

Max scoffed so hard it was almost a cough. —You’ve had a crush on her since 2018, and she didn’t even know who you were yet. Bro, you used to stalk her Instagram like it was a full-time job.—

—I was young!— Lando defended, turning red despite himself. —And I didn’t stalk, I just… admired from a respectful distance.—

Max laughed so hard his seatbelt clicked as he leaned forward. —“Respectful distance,” Jesus Christ, you sound like a pervy Victorian poet.—

Lando huffed. —Whatever. Look, it’s just… I don’t want it to be weird, alright? She’s been through a lot. She’s not like the other girls.—

Max’s smile faltered for a second. He knew about Cameron. Not everything, but enough. He knew Lando didn’t talk about it much, but there was something almost sacred about the way Lando spoke of Amelie—like she wasn’t just a crush, she was a person, a person who mattered.

—Alright.— Max said, softer now. —But I’ll be normal. I swear. I just wanna meet the girl you’re always grinning at your phone for like a bloody idiot.—

Lando hesitated at the light. The silence filled the car for a second.

—Fine. But if you embarrass me, I’ll kick you out of the group chat.—

—You won’t. You love me.—

—Debatable.—

—So I can play tonight?— Max asked, grinning.

Lando sighed, making the left turn into the street for the next flat. —You can play. But if you start telling her I write her name in my notebook or some shit, I’ll actually murder you.—

—No promises.— Max muttered gleefully, already typing back to Amelie on Lando’s phone.

—You’re a menace.—

—And you’re in love.—

—Fuck off.—

Max just laughed, resting his elbow on the window as they pulled up to the next apartment building.

But Lando… Lando couldn’t stop the small, involuntary smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Because she had texted. Again. Because even if she didn’t know it, even if she never would. She was the best part of his day. Every time.

And tonight, they'd play. And maybe Max would make her laugh. But maybe, just maybe, Lando would make her smile first.

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lanluvupdates: Lando was spotted in London today with Max Fewtrell — bros back in the city 😎🛍️ not a grid in sight, just vibes and overpriced coffee.

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landoapologist88: bro’s in his romcom era strolling through london with iced coffee like he’s not the most unserious man alive → f1cameraroll: @landoapologist88 someone get this man a film deal with amelie rn.

girlieswhopitstop: why does he look like he just walked out of an indie record store breakup → bradpittlane: @girlieswhopitstop bc he probs did… with max next to him crying about it too

softlanmelie: idc what y’all say this is the calm before the soft launch storm → quadrantchaos: @softlanmelie it’s giving “we’re just friends” but their group chats are chaos rn

helmetblondie: lando in london with max? someone’s either hiding or plotting → sundayswithlan: @helmetblondie it’s always one of those two. no in between

pitlanepeaches: i just know he made max take 12 photos of him outside a café "for content"

melodramelie: meanwhile amelie’s somewhere beachside and unbothered → papayagossip: @melodramelie they’re so in their pre-soft launch, location swap phase.

lanmelie4life: they look like they just plotted something and got away with it

paddockgossipqueen: they def just spent 3 hours talking about her → daymaniac: @paddockgossipqueen Lando blinking twice like he’s still mentally in Discord

gpzaddies: idk what they're doing but i support it → daymandoverload: @gpzaddies imagine being max just sitting there while lando talks about Amelie for 5 straight hours 💀 → georgehairline: @daymandoverload bro max deserves an award for emotional support at this point

quadrluvr: lando really said “i’m off duty” and hit the streets like he’s not the internet’s most shipped man

alexwtruther: max has seen things → mclarenmami: @alexwtruther max 100% has an NDA signed with glitter pen and heart stickers

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Max Fewtrell was not used to nights like this.

He wasn’t really part of the usual gaming crew. Charles, Alex, George—those guys were a whole different level of chaos and inside jokes. Max only hung around with Lando, really. The two had grown close in recent years, mostly because Max was the kind of mate who stayed chill, didn’t cause drama, and could drag Lando out of his racing bubble now and then.

But tonight, Max had begged—literally begged—Lando to invite him to join this gaming night with Amelie. Because, yeah, he knew who Amelie was. Everyone did. Famous, stunning, quick-witted, and apparently Lando’s obsession (Sacha’s words, not his). So when Lando finally caved, Max was hyped to meet the girl who had Lando acting like a lovesick idiot.

As Max clicked into the Discord voice channel, the soft buzz of Lando’s stream echoed in the background. Lando was live, which meant Max got to watch the guy he’d known for years somehow transform from a casually confident driver to a twitch-chat-welcoming, stammering gamer.

Then, Amelie popped up on the video call.

Max blinked. The first thing he noticed was how unreal she was—not just in looks, though holy shit, the girl was gorgeous. It wasn’t just that. She had this energy that filled the room, even through the screen. She was grinning, eyes sparkling behind her smile.

And holy fuck, she was funny. Sharp, witty, and she was clearly flirting with Lando like it was second nature. Every time Lando stumbled over a sentence or made a dumb joke, she laughed like it was the best thing she’d heard all week.

Max settled back, watching the two of them banter as if they’d known each other forever. It was almost ridiculous how perfectly they clicked.

He glanced over at Lando’s face on stream—blushing slightly, trying to keep his cool but failing spectacularly.

Max had to admit, he finally got it. The way Lando talked about Amelie wasn’t just some silly crush or a passing phase. The guy was head over heels, no question. And seeing Amelie in action, it was easy to see why.

When Amelie noticed Max’s camera was on, she smiled warmly.

—Hey! You must be Max!—she said with a teasing grin.

Max smiled back, a bit nervous but trying to play it cool.

—That’s me. Lando’s best mate. Finally meeting the legend behind all the stories.—

Amelie laughed.

—All good things, I hope?—

—Mostly,—Max said with a smirk. —Although I’m starting to suspect you’re the reason Lando’s been so damn distracted lately.—

Lando groaned in the background. —Mate, shut the hell up.—

Amelie winked at the camera. —What can I say? I have that effect.—

Max nodded, chuckling softly. He was definitely the third wheel here, sitting in his own little flat while these two effortlessly stole the spotlight. But damn, if it wasn’t the most entertaining evening he’d had in ages.

He glanced at Lando, who was still streaming, fumbling through the game controls, clearly trying to impress Amelie and failing spectacularly.

Max couldn’t help but think: this was exactly why Lando was obsessed. Because Amelie wasn’t just some beautiful face on a screen—she was the real deal. Sharp as hell, hilarious, and totally comfortable being herself.

The rest of the guys might have bailed, but Max didn’t mind. Tonight was theirs. And he was just along for the ride, watching two friends dance around whatever it was that was quietly growing between them.

—Alright,—Amelie said, grinning. —Let’s see if you two can actually win a game tonight. No pressure.—

—You’re on,—Max said, cracking his knuckles. —But just a heads-up, Lando, I’m not letting you win.—

Lando threw a mock glare at Max, but the smile that followed was genuine.

—You’re gonna regret that.—

The night stretched on, full of laughter, teasing, and the kind of easy companionship that only came from people who’d found something rare and good in each other.

Max, the accidental third wheel, was already looking forward to the next game night. Because if this was what it looked like when Lando was around Amelie, then hell—he was not missing a thing.

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lanmelie.squad: historic stream alert 🚨 Lando, Amelie & Max finally squad up — first time Amelie meets Max and the vibes are ✨chef’s kiss✨

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f1.gasoline: three amigos but where’s the PDA at? 👀 → lanmelie_4ever: @f1.gasoline they’re playing it safe but we know the tea’s brewing ☕️🔥

stream.squadgoals: Lando really said “amaze-balls” live??? iconic energy 💀 → max_fanatic: @stream.squadgoals bro he’s the king of cringe and we love it

amelie_vibes: Amelie finally meeting Max and not stealing the spotlight? wild 🤯 → wolff_influencer: @amelie_vibes max was lowkey shook but handled it like a pro lol

lanmelie_shipper: can’t believe this is just “friends” lmao it’s obvious ✨ → friendship_goals_: @lanmelie_shipper same sis, just waiting for the confession stream

f1.tea_spiller: waiting for Lando to accidentally call her “bae” on mic fr

f1.sluttycorner: lan’s got the whole squad flexin now → maxspeedfan: @f1.sluttycorner fr, amelie + max = next-level chaos

beanie.lando: lando looking like a proud dad introducing his kids to each other → chillaxcharlie: @beanie.lando “my babies finally meet, we love a wholesome king”

amelievibes: max trying to keep up with lan & ame energy was so funny lol → goofygeorge: @amelievibes max was like “wait, this is too fast for me” 😂😂

speedster_sam: watching these 3 interact is my new cardio → gamer.gurl24: @speedster_sam same omg I was laughing so hard I snorted

sunshineamelie: they lowkey make a great trio tho, need more streams pls

racingqueen: max looks shook meeting amelie for the first time like “is this the reason he’s always distracted?” → lana_loves_f1: @racingqueen facts max really just found his new fave topic of conversation

lanmelie_watch: can we just appreciate how these streams lowkey confirm lanmelie vibes? just friends, sure…

lanmelieclouds: max meeting THE amelie like he hasn’t heard about her every day since 2018 😭 → pitlane.gossip: @lanmelieclouds he’s been emotionally preparing for this moment for years

softforlan: LANDO INTRODUCING THEM LIKE A PROUD BOYFR— i mean… best friend 🤠 → f1sluttycorner: @softforlan don’t let the “just friends” lies distract u from the lanmelie endgame

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xjulixred45x · 1 year ago

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Hello :3 can I request a story or one shot about an evil invincible(prefer sinister makr) try to kidnap reader from the mainstream dimension, bc the reader of their dimensions dead :3 (platonic yandere ofc)

Sorry if this long, I just have this scenario in my head for days and I need someone to write it 😭🙏🙏

Take your time, and your work is amazing 💟💟💟

Hun, the Requests are Closed, but honestly? I can do this just bc My obsesión with Invincible isn't over yet(and will LAST) and honestly i NEED to write something (just the nex time wait until the Requests are Open again thank You very much)

This would be more a Drabble, aaaand i decide to use Mohawk Mark(1- i already have a work of Yandere Sinister Mark with a Sibiling and GOD i wanted to use this idea for so long 😭)

Platonic Yandere Mohawk Mark Grayson/Invincible x Sibiling Reader: You..

Mark had to take a second look as he passed by them.

Being surrounded by chaos, hurt people, buildings burning and falling down, he could only focus on them.

that was reader.

Mark knew that they were not His reader, not only because of the clear physical differences (his reader would have to be bigger, less soft and not even that small) but because he knew that in his universe there was no longer a reader who would wait for him back.

He had taken care of that himself.

It was when he began to question everything, when he accepted that he was part of the Viltrumite empire, that he realized that he could not bring his Sibiling with him. They were too weak for the empire, Nolan said.

Mark didn't want to see how they conquered the only being that made him feel genuinely happy, genuinely understood, he didn't want reader to live to be afraid of him, to hate him.

so he took the only measure that he thought would be the most merciful.

It was easy to put sedatives in Reader's food, they trusted him so easily, even after everything that was happening at that moment, what he had already done, Reader felt safe with him. Mark loved them so much.

which made what he had to do next even more painful.

reader fell asleep in a matter of minutes, leaning on him while they watched something, he doesn't remember what. Mark moved to rest their head where they were, mentally preparing himself for what he was going to do.

And he did.

a quick turn of their head and reader was gone.

quickly, while they slept, without pain. without knowing it was him. it was perfect.

Except it wasn't.

When they were making preparations for a funeral for his sibiling (they were one of the children of the new Viltrumite emperor after all), a quick analysis determined that Reader, like Mark, was just a late bloomer.

reader was about to awaken their powers. of being a complete viltrumite. they were not human, they could have been saved from seeing the horrors of the planet.

and Mark killed them.

and the feeling that remained in him was the only thing he felt since then. pure, agonizing and desperate Guilt.

Mark couldn't bring himself to try to replace the void Reader left like he had done with Eve, he just couldn't even think about it. It felt like tarnishing their memory, taking away the weight of what he had done.

It was as if the image of his sibiling now resonated both to give him comfort and to reproach him for all the horrible acts he committed.

So seeing that face that tormented him again, that face that in a way kept him alive, was creepy, but he needed more.

Mark caught up with them very quickly, as he got closer, he saw the similarities that this reader had with his own. someone young, inexperienced, fearful, weak...

But he was not prepared for what happened when he approached them. God, after so many years without them, with the guilt of what he did to them, Mark just wanted to hug them and ask for their forgiveness, he had the opportunity.

But the closer he got to the reader, the more they retreated, and then he realized that, indeed, one of his greatest insecurities had been fulfilled, even in another universe.

reader was afraid of him.

But I could tell I didn't hate him. His gestures, his blood pressure, the way he spoke to him so as not to have to fight, everything indicated a certain familiarity despite the tension in the atmosphere. This reader was like a blank slate from its original version.

a second chance. He could do things right with this reader, protect him properly, give him the opportunity he deserved within the empire, have his sibiling back...

but it would be very difficult to do that with this good-natured Mark on his heels every time he was around reader. Mark saw RED every time reader showed the closeness he had with said alternative version of him (which to make matters worse, it seemed like they were from the same universe).

Well, if this Mark is so good and heroic, he wouldn't mind handing over his sibiling willingly, right?

Even if not, Mohawk doesn't mind going over him to get to the reader, even if he scares then, even if they hates him, he won't lose sight of them anymore, he won't lose them again.

They're going home together, whether they like it or not.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

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husbandograveyard · 9 months ago

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Part of my 2024 Kinktober - Masterlist here

Prompt: Blindfold Word count: 2500 Reader: No pronouns used, reader has a vagina and breasts, reader gets called babe and dear Cw: Blindfold, fingering, sensory play, some temperature play, some impact play, some biting (nothing too much), ruined orgasm to eventual satisfaction, Gojo is a whore for praise (nothing new), some nipple play, reader has trouble focusing on sex/cumming, spit mentioned once.

[A/n]: this one is LONG (compared to the others in this series) and very self-indulgent. My neurodivergent ass has trouble focusing during the horizontal tango, so I dedicate this fic to myself. For that reason I am also HC'ing the reader as neurodivergent, but you are free to see them however you like <3 I hope you enjoy reading the fic either way, because I had a blast writing it! minors / ageless blogs interacting will be blocked

It was gone.

You groaned out in frustration as you felt the perfect buildup towards your orgasm subside, until there was nothing left but sensations that felt neither good or bad, just a feeling. Letting go of the sheets balled up in your fists, you gently placed one hand on top of Gojo’s larger one, making him still his movements completely, pulling out his fingers.

“Did it happen again?”

When you nodded in response, he clicked his tongue in annoyance and wiped his hand on the sheets. The annoyance was not directed towards you, it was moreso a shared displeasure, frustration in your stead. He wanted you to feel pleasure, wanted you to cum. Yet somehow your brain wouldn’t allow you to focus unless the stars were aligned perfectly.

You actually didn’t mind as much. You enjoyed sex, still. You found comfort in the proximity, the intimacy, the love you shared. There was also very little that made you feel as confident and attractive as the great Satoru Gojo practically worshiping you, or having him completely at your mercy every now and then.

But he didn’t see it that way. Especially because Satoru was so used to being good, no, the best at everything. It was not so much a matter of pride as it was of ego. The fact that he was struggling to make you come felt like an insult to his skills, no matter how many times you had assured him that there was nothing he was doing wrong. It was just your brain providing too many thoughts and distractions, taking you away from the matter at hand.

Satoru got up from the bed, started to rummage in his closet drawers. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him curiously. Usually that was not how these situations ended; You’d take some time kissing and cuddling, getting back in the mood before eventually having sex and having another round of cuddles after. It was what you were prepared for, and what you were looking forward to.

You frowned in confusion, observing Gojo as he finally found what he was looking for, pulling a piece of black fabric out of the drawer with a triumphant grin. You cocked your head to the side, opening your mouth to ask him what this was about, but he interrupted you before you could even start speaking.

“One of my blindfolds!”

He looked at you with a huge smile on his face, as if he had just revealed a full-on brilliant plan, and expected you to jump on the hype train with him immediately.

“Are you gonna tie me up?”

“Of course not, silly”, he chuckled, “I’m gonna blindfold you. One sense less, means one less distraction. I’ll force that brain of yours to focus on just the sensations, on just me. If you can’t see what’s coming, you can’t anticipate it, so you’ll be taken by surprise, and that will hopefully increase your focus.”

You thought it over, finding that there was very little to argue with his logic. In the best case he was right, and in the worst case, he’d still be taking care of you with pleasant sensations. There was no outcome where you’d lose in this scenario, so you smiled and nodded:

“Sure. Let’s try it.”

Satoru climbed onto the bed again, sitting cross-legged next to your naked frame, motioning for you to sit up a little. You did just that, feeling a little bit of excitement bubbling up at the feeling of the soft fabric across your eyes. He leaned in close to tie the blindfold behind your head, an expert at the motions on himself, but fiddling a little now it was on someone else.

“How’s that?”

You wiggled your eyebrows, tried to blink and scrunched up your nose, trying to move the blindfold with just your facial expressions. It shifted slightly, but your vision stayed a vague black.

“Perfect”, you smiled.

“Lay back down then, I’ll guide you,” Satoru replied, one hand already on your back, guiding you to lay back down onto the bed. You shifted until you were comfortable, fully closing your eyes under the blindfold in anticipation. It was no use trying to peer from underneath it, and it only added to your excitement.

You felt the weight on the bed shift as Satoru got up, moving away from the bed. You strained your ears, trying to hear where he was going and what he was up to. You couldn’t help but notice that your senses felt just a little different now, now that one of them was blocked off. He hadn’t said what exactly he would do either, which only added to your focus and would undoubtedly add to the surprises that would follow.

“You remember our safe word, right?”

Satoru’s voice was across the room, near the doorframe. You frowned. He wasn’t going to play some stupid joke and leave, right? You nodded in response to his question.

“Use your words, dear.”

“Yes, I remember”, you sighed, just the slightest hint of annoyance in your voice. What was he up to? Now was not the moment for teasing. The plan was to get you in the mood and focus, but all he was doing now was pushing your curiosity just a little bit too far.

“Good.”

It was quiet for a second, and you suddenly felt a little exposed just laying there naked, still not a single touch from Satoru.

“You’re not going to leave me here, are you?”

He laughed, a genuine and playful laugh, the sound giving you some tingles.

“Of course not. But I do want to go get some stuff…” the way he emphasized the last word made you even more suspicious. What the hell was that supposed to mean? You voiced that question out loud.

“You know, to really make this a true sensory experience?”

You raised your eyebrows at his tone, not that he could see that.

“I will be right back. I promise.”

He did sound more sincere with those final words, in an effort to reassure you that this was definitely not a stupid prank, and you heard his footsteps move down the hallway. You took a few deep breaths, trying to not let your thoughts wander too much, and instead trying to direct your focus onto yourself, your body and the way you were feeling.

The room wasn’t too warm nor too cold. You had been sweating a little earlier when you were getting into it, but the sweat had long dried on your skin, making it a little colder to the touch where it had properly cooled down your body temperature. You didn’t feel chilly though, but you knew it wouldn’t be long. You hoped Satoru would hurry up-

Right as you thought so, you felt the mattress dip again. You gasped, you hadn’t even heard him come back into the room. Had you been so deep in thought?

Satoru lets out a low whistle, and you can hear him smirking as he speaks: “Damn, babe. I should’ve done this before. You look breathtaking laying there, all helplessly anticipating me”

You wish you could roll your eyes at him, but at the same time, you’re much too curious about what is to come to truly express any annoyance; in the heart of it all there was praise for you, and you know that’s just what he is seeking too: your praise when he does a good job. You whimpering his name when he makes you feel good. You coming undone for him, by his touches and kisses. No matter how you looked at it, no matter how much it was something he did for you, it was also still a win for him.

Your train of thought was interrupted again, this time by Satoru lightly grazing the skin of your stomach. Just his fingertips, dancing across the skin, almost tickling, but not even enough for that. The sensation made you shiver, and you felt your brain focus just a little, waiting for more.

He pressed his fingers down a little, trailing down to your navel, and then up in between your breasts. You noticed his fingers were cold. Not like his usual chilly touch, but almost as if he had put his hands in the freezer-?

You gasped loudly when you felt an ice cube being pressed against your collarbone. The location was wildly different to where Satoru’s fingertips were still tracing your skin, the ice cold sensation sudden and unexpected, nearly shocking your brain into focus.

Satoru chuckled, removing the ice cube to not make the cold hurt you, rubbing the water that had melted onto your skin, letting it evaporate and leave nothing but goosebumps behind.

Before you could even say anything, he repeated the motion, ice cube a little lower, right above your breasts, while his other hand was trailing down as well, fingertips now dancing below your navel. You swallowed away a whimper. You weren’t exactly sure how this was feeling, but it wasn’t bad. You were on edge, but ready for pleasure. You were seeking it out. You were-

-taken off guard when he now shifted fast, retracting the hand on your belly and dipping his head down to lick off the water on your skin now. You couldn’t help but gasp again, and you felt a slight vibration of him chuckling onto your skin.

Your heartbeat was picking up now, anticipation flooding your veins. There was very little he had done so far, yet these few little movements and sensations had already been successful in getting you on edge in a pleasant way. You wanted to bite your lip, but were stopped in doing so when Satoru pressed his lips to yours, capturing them in a quick, but sloppy kiss. You felt a little saliva drip on your chin when he pulled away again, and before you could whine at the loss of contact, the ice cube -now nearly melted- was pressed to one of your nipples.

You moaned, the chill hardening your nipple, the feeling only getting better when the last of the ice cube melted and it was just Satoru’s skilled fingers playing with the sensitive bud. You arched your back into his touches, and whined when he stopped them just as suddenly as they started.

Before you could voice your complaint, he had latched his lips onto the other nipple, sucking hard, before letting go with a wet pop. He then pressed a soft kiss to your breast, and you just felt the way his lips were curled as he did so: he was smirking, enjoying the way you were reacting. He just knew that whatever he did was working. And he was right about it too.

The whiplash from sensation to sensation, made it unable for your brain to drift off. You couldn’t help but focus as he continued to barrage your body with a mix of soft and less soft touches. A kiss here, a light nibble there. A kiss to your lips while his fingers pinched one of your nipples, a kiss to your stomach before his hand came down on your thigh harshly, following that motion with some soothing rubs, to just move onto another sensation, another spot to lick, to kiss, to slap, to suck, to nibble.

“Fuck- ‘Toru”

You were a writhing mess now, very much aware of the slick that has been gathering between your thighs all this time. The sensory experience, almost overload, had your sex throbbing and you wanted to rub your thighs together, desperate for some friction. Satoru had to have noticed it too, but so far he hadn’t really acknowledged it, too busy giving you pleasure literally everywhere but the spot where you needed him the most.

When he did touch you there, for the first time since you started this ordeal, you almost yelped, a soft brush with one slender finger over your folds was already enough to send electric jolts through your body. You had been so worked up by now that your brain was fully focused, and when Satoru finally slid two fingers into your sopping heat, you locked in even more. You felt every movement, every curl of his fingers, every drag of his fingertips against your sensitive walls. You heard the lewd sounds, wet on wet, mixed into with your own moans and whimpers. You bucked your hips up into his touches, but Satoru kept your hips down with his free hand, leaving you completely at his mercy.

He changed the angle of his hand just a little so he could rub at your clit as well as keep up the previous motions, and you felt your legs tense up, then twitch.

“How’s that feel, babe? You gettin’ there?”

You know he’s gauging the effect he’s having on you, checking in to see if his plan is actually working as well as he’s fishing for praise, as if your satisfied moans and whimpers aren’t enough of a sign that he’s doing a good job. You don’t want to risk losing the momentum now though, now that you’re so very close to getting some sweet release, so you make sure to interject your wordless sounds with praises for how good he’s making you feel and pleas for him to not stop whatever he is doing. And he doesn’t, he keeps on curling his fingers just right, circling your clit with the exact amount of pressure you need. Your praises might be a way of appeasing him and his incorrigible ego, but there was a truth in them too. Whatever he was doing, you were feeling it in every single cell of your body, and you desperately didn’t want him to stop.

You know he is about to talk again, undoubtedly some smartass remark, but he interrupts himself at the first syllable as your walls clench around his fingers almost rhythmically, and you are almost taken off guard yourself as the pleasure reaches its peak. Your orgasm makes you close your eyes tightly, even under the blindfold, and for once your head seems void of any thoughts except for the ones that you cannot put into words: just a blank mind filled with feelings of pleasure.

Satoru continues the movement of his fingers just a little longer, slowing down after a while when he notices you’re no longer twitching as hard. He eventually pulls them out of you, and you don’t need to lift the blindfold to know that he is practically beaming with pride.

“There you go. Told you I’d get you there.”

You are too busy focusing on breathing normally again, that you can’t even retort, just lifting the blindfold from your eyes instead so you can look at him again.

“Next time I’ll make you cum twice.”

He was going to be the death of you.

#gojo x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk smut #gojo smut #Hazel_sin #2nd person pov #afab reader #scheduled post

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zeke-fanfucs · 15 days ago

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@solzticesoulz @bookwor-mmm here’s Blanche and Kipp doing.. something. Dont know. Was writing this like at 2am. I mean, who needs sleep? Only maidenless people, (cough cough Nex)

We Were Unsupervised for Five Minutes

featuring Blanche, Kipp, and one catastrophic “science” project

It started with a bang. Not the house-destroying kind. Not yet. Just a casual bang as Blanche slammed open a cabinet door looking for something flammable. Kipp peeked in from the hallway, eyes wide with the eager glint of a feral gremlin sensing mischief.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, already halfway in the room.

Blanche didn’t look up. “Science.”

Kipp lit up like a firecracker. “Can I help?!”

Blanche paused, squinting. “You grounded?”

“Not technically,” Kipp replied, which meant: Yes, but I ran fast enough that Wildfire didn’t catch me.

Blanche weighed the odds, then shrugged. “Fine. But no spoons.”

⸻

Fifteen minutes later:

Kipp stood proudly on a chair, holding wires together like a mad little conductor, while Blanche grumbled and poured glowing liquid into a teapot for some reason.

“What is this thing?” Kipp asked, absolutely not using protective goggles.

Blanche chewed on a screw like a cigarette. “Portable gravity inverter. Don’t ask questions.”

“Too late! I already love it.”

A low hummmmm started from the center of the living room. The teapot vibrated ominously. Blanche raised a brow.

“That’s new.”

“Is it supposed to do that?” Kipp asked, now absolutely using a spoon to poke it.

“No,” Blanche said, which was not comforting.

The teapot glowed brighter. Then brighter. Then—

BOOM.

⸻

They both came to a minute later, covered in soot, blinking through the smoke. The entire center of the house was gone. Like, cleanly missing. Just a massive, perfect crater where the living room used to be.

“…Oops,” said Kipp.

“You poked it with a spoon!” Blanche yelled, fur still smoking.

“You said no questions, not no poking!”

Footsteps approached fast. Wildfire burst in, eyes wide, wings half-flared, halo glitching in panic mode.

“WHAT. HAPPENED?!”

Kipp pointed at Blanche. “Science.”

Blanche pointed at Kipp. “Spoon.”

Wildfire stared at the crater. Then at them.

“I was gone for FIVE MINUTES.”

Kipp shrugged. “We made a crater. And also? We learned something.”

Wildfire pinched the bridge of her nose. “What did you learn?”

Kipp beamed. “That Blanche should never, ever be left unsupervised!”

Wildfire looked at Blanche.

Blanche: “He’s not wrong.”

⸻

Later, taped to the fridge:

🛑 RULES (AGAIN) 🛑

❌ No science without supervision

❌ No spoons near experiments

❌ No gravity-based teapots

✅ Apologize to Devlin for the living room

✅ Rebuild the crater (Blanche, you’re on cleanup)

☠️ – Wildfire

#goodboyaudios #gba bvz #bastard vs zombies #goodboyaudios Devlin #goodboyaudios wildfire #goodboyaudios Blanche #goodboyaudios Kipp

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magicalmysteryperson · 2 months ago

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Hello! Here again to tell you that I JUST NOTICED ANOTHER THING

Earlier I posted this thing from reddit. It's all the goodies from the korean premiere of "Better Man". And one of the goodies is two ticket replicas. One from the Pirates of Penance show, and the other is the Royal Albert Hall show.

Both of them are distorted a little bit, but this is what caught my eye:

Now this, right here? This is interesting.

We got ourselves a two year timeskip.

I don't think I've cataloged a Better Man 'verse timeline yet, but now seems like the best time.

Brace yourselves.

Welcome to the Better Man Timeline. Enjoy your stay.

NOTE: Better Man goes by vibes and emotional beats rather than actual chronological order, so lets just pretend we have an actual timeline to work with.

1974: Our main character is born. Keep this in mind. This will be a frame of reference.

1982: So, our story starts.

1983: Give a warm welcome to Robbie and Self-Doubt

1990: The first major time skip. Welcome aboard to the Take That era.

Interesting thing to note here: Robbie says he is 15 when he joined Take That instead of 16. From what I gathered, the group didn't start forming until July/August, so the events prior to it happen at around May or June at the latest. This lines up perfectly with the obvious Knebworth foreshadowing. (Most specifically The Silver Clef Award Winners Concert. That right there is a 120k show.)

So either we could be dealing with a little bit of misremembering, or this universe's Robbie's birthday happened much, much later. Consider this as our first instance of how fluid time is in this movie. It will become more apparent later down the line.

1995: Welcome to the Downward Spiral. The second major time-skip.

This is where things start to overlap with each other. "Relight My Fire"'s creation, the Manchester Homecoming concert, and Robbie's near-death experience from late '94 all happen one after the other. My theory is that (and this isn't about the hypothetical timeline, this is just about the logistics of how events work in the movie) the first and third events listed above are flashbacks. The prior events impacted Robbie to the point that they "taint" good memories.

Major change to the timeline: Life Thru a Lens got released in 1995. That's two years earlier than what actually happened. This means, and I'm just spitballin' here, that I've Been Expecting You, Sing When You're Winning, and Escapology's release windows are now 1996, 1998, and 2000 respectively.

Another change to the timeline: H.E.S. (Heavy Entertainment Show) and Candy are now in the 1995-2002 release window. Or at least the outfits do. Unfortunately, Candy can't exist without Gary's involvement and there isn't a single piece of footage of Candy in sight, so I'm going to assume that the Angel outfit is used for a different music video (Angels, perhaps?). Meanwhile, H.E.S. is a song where Rob is the sole writer. Rob wouldn't be able to write his first song independently until 2001, a good 4 years after Nan passed away. We'll get back to that later.

Third major change: Oasis's big show in Knebworth got scooched back a year. Probably to lineup with how the timeline currently is right now. Which also means that the events at Glastonbury happened much later, after he broke up with Take That.

Fourth major change: How Robbie meets Nicole is way different. Instead of meeting after the TOTPs performance of Angels in 1997, Robbie meets Nicole at a yacht party in 1995. I'm theorizing that Nicole could also represent his previous girlfriends after he broke up from Take That. Again, further supports the theory that past trauma could overlap and taint even the best of memories.

Fifth major change: The big performance with Tom Jones on the Brit Awards now takes place in 2002 instead of 1998. In fact, the whole "Land of 1000 Dances" sequence is a whole microcosm of how, to a famous person's eyes, they are all events that just happen one after another. Even interviews blend from one to the next. No time to breathe. No time to remember the date or the place or the year. It's all a blur to him.

2002/2003 BK (before Knebworth): Calm before the storm.

Major event: Nan passed away in this period, five years later than when it actually happened. This will be important for the more speculative stuff.

2003: YEAR OF KNEBWORTH AND REHAB.

2005: Royal Albert Hall. Two year time skip. The date is October 10th, 2005. 4 years more than the actual year the concert. Note that Guy Chambers is still buddies with Rob.

Now that we have the main events down... again, let's pretend that the above is an actual timeline and play with that.

LAND OF THE HYPOTHETICAL

Where the hell is Freedom? Freedom does not exist in this universe. Land of 1000 Dances appears to have taken its place, unless otherwise specified.

Where is Nan's Song? Because Nan's passing happened five years later and the rehab happened soon after, my best guess is that the song's writing, along with "Nobody Someday" would happen in around 2004. "Come Undone" and "One Fine Day" would also have to be written at that time. Which leads to another question....

What songs would take their place in Escapology since they didn't exist yet? The answer to that one would be Snowblind, Blasphemy, and Toxic. All songs that Guy and Robbie would write together before they split. Nobody Someday would still be written in 2004 according to the logic presented in Better Man's timeline.

So what would be in between "Escapology" and "Swing When You're Winning" in this timeline? That can go two ways. Either those three songs become swing tracks for "Swing When You're Winning", (Snowblind most likely) or they could end up in Intensive Care (the album).

Would Take That's reunion happen earlier or later? The formation of TT4 would happen on 16 November 2005. The Royal Albert Hall concert got scooched to 2005, so that would make "Swing When You're Winning" fall on November 19th, 2005. I'd say the day of TT4's formation will not change. It would kinda make sense in a narrative kind of way.

The dreaded 2006 2005, in real life, would be Robbie's last "good year" before 2006 and 2007 rolled in. 2004 to 2005 would be Robbie's attempt to write music without Guy, as well as finding a new producer. 2002 is when Guy and Robbie split. So... if the stuff from Intensive Care and Rudebox happened in the Better Man Universe...

Take That: For the Record premiered on November 17th, 2005. We're leaving that date unchanged.

Guy and Robbie would split in late 2005.

Aaaaand this is the part where shit really hits the fan. Now that the Royal Albert got scooted to four years later, this is going to make placing Intensive Care and Rudebox on the timeline a little difficult. Let's figure out how to make this work...

We're going to put Intensive Care in the ballpark of Early 2006. Particularly a couple of months before the tour begins. The only other change to the timeline would be that "Radio" and "Misunderstood" would be on the album.

In the Better Man Universe, the days of big concert events will remain unchanged and really big concert events (especially ones involved with the story) won't even mess with the year (with the exception of Oasis's 1996 Knebworth concert but this story isn't about them). By that logic, the Close Encounters Tour will not have its year manipulated. Meaning, April 10th would be the first day of the Close Encounters Tour, September 4th would be when Rudebox (the single) gets released, September 8th and 9th would be the days of the Leeds Concert, and October 23rd would be when Rudebox (the album) gets launched.

November 24th: Take That releases "Beautiful World".

All the events onward? Hell if I know.

#robbie williams #better man #better man movie #better man 2024 #this also bleeds into the no regrets au soooo lemme add that tag too #better man no regrets au

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goldenhickeyss · 2 years ago

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The (ephimeral) success of solo projects on Chapter 2

I wanted to write a post about chapter 2 and Jimin, the "sabotages"... but I don't know if I'm able to sort out the facts and my ideas or judgements about them properly. Nothing is clear to me yet.

There are days when a part of me believes that something is going on with Jimin and Hybe (or BH, I don't know which). But there's another part, the rational part, the part that works as an economist for 20 years, that knows that it doesn't make much sense for a for-profit company to boycott one of its most valuable assets.

In the Executive Boards, and in financial planning, decisions are made on the basis of economical evidence, which is always provided by current numbers (or estimates), not by the heart. Maybe even in the case of BTS there is some sense of fairness, I would say, at the outset. And not an asymmetric distribution according to profit projections.

In the trade-off I find myself in, I would like to share the following thoughts:

- I have recently realised that Chapter 2 is not the chapter of their solo career. It is the chapter of their solo work, which is slightly different.

- Most of them has a short time to promote their work. The average has been a "several weeks" window.

- Their success is therefore somewhat short-lived or ephimeral. It appears and within weeks it seems to fade away, eclipsed by the next in line. The nex king of "k-..."

- There is no intention of promoting a structured solo career, because 1) BTS have said (a million times) that they will be back in 2025, and 2) if we are to take them at their word, the boys will all be joining the military before the end of 2023.

- So, there is no long-term vision to support "some" and not "others".

- The support is focused on a specific work. The only exception to a more continuous commitment has been Suga and his tour.

- Everyone has their budget, their schedule, their activities for the year...

- And yes, there can be different intensities of promotional activities, depending on the defined strategy or budget or goal or whatever (we don't know the whole story because the company doesn't explain anything to us). There is a rumour that some have even put their money into some activities. But I don't know how true that is.

- And I think they all have a say in the design of their promotions, even if they don't design them themselves.

So then....I can't take the agency away from any of them.

They are the best advocates or defenders within the company. And if one of them had less influence, which I doubt, the others would not remain silent without solving the problem. Or how do we think a commitment from the 7 of them to the 7 of them is achieved to keep BTS as a unified group? There are no weak links in this group. And if there were, I wouldn't bet my money that Jimin is one of them.

Once again, there are things that I can't explain and I'd like to know what's going on (the lack of restocking, the split of Spotify streaming, the deletion of sales...). But if there really have been damaging mistakes or strategies for any of them, I hope that when the next contract comes up for renewal, they will sort it out very thoroughly. Cause this cant happen anymore.

To tell you the truth, I blame the company for many things, and one of them - as serious as their lack of planning - is their lack of communication with the fans. BeautifulPeach has talked about this in some of her posts.

At some point in its growth, Hybe became too big to fail, or whatever, and forgot about certain corporate social responsibility obligations. One of them is to talk to its most important stakeholders: the customers, i.e. the fans. And addressing some of their concerns.

Investors are important in listed companies, but customers are important too. Always.

And if they don't see it that way and continue to despise the fans (clients) in that way, then at the end “future is not gonna be ok”.

And yes, I know that K-pop is controversial. It's clear that they can't deal with every rumour, every silly trend that comes out every day on twitter, ships, solos demands, etc. But there are things that they can deal with. And some of the Jimin's events when Face happened are one of them.

A bit of transparency would be appreciated. I expect it, actually, at some point (maybe when this chapter ends).

Maybe there will be things that could be explained as commercial strategy (do they want us to buy Face instead of the single LC, for example? And that's why they're not stocking it again?). But they might also be telling us about certain difficulties. Or about certain forecasting mistakes. Or how they learned from some of them. I'm pretty sure they learned a lot from Jimin's Face era.

I don't think I will be able to judge everything that has happened until at least the end of this year, when all the solo works have been completed/released.

And I'll have to keep listening to Bongo to see if he still talks about how they are more interested in being a company that has groups rather than individual singers. Maybe that is why it seems there's a ceiling to individual success. There is nothing better than capping success with time limitation of activities ("Let's see if that makes the fans forget what solo members are capable of")

And even then, there will be differences between all of them. Quite a lot.

But we will also have to consider that they are different artists with different goals, sensibilities, objectives and situations (let's not forget that JK himself, who now seems quite greedy, has admitted that he needed and enjoyed his free time and Seven had to come along to give him a boost). So we should be careful with the comparison too.

Perhaps Jin will end up getting the most promotions when he comes out, considering how little time he has had. Poor Jin…😔 He had to wait until the end of the year to enlist, despite the bad weather, to give us the Busan concert. It was a commitment to BTS, but it was a short of individual sacrifice too… you know..they do these things for BTS.

I would also like to listen to them (yes, it's a bit ambitious on my part, but I would like to listen to Jimin and his feelings, at the end of this year... will he open up to us?)

In conclusion, I would say that if we are BTS fans and want to remain so, and if we believe in the boys' words .... I would advise us to enjoy every moment they give us for their limited time. Every campaign, every song, every vlive... and try to find an atmosphere of caution given the situation we are in.

And by that I mean that we should also be able to read that we are in the age of solos and akages. All the information about grievances or leaks that comes out usuarlly comes from the same places.

And I'm not saying it's FALSE! Nor do I mean to belittle it! Just that sometimes we should take into account the intentions behind. And before we react, let's consider the source and the context. Look at what happened to the RNX journalist we all spent almost a day reporting on for a bad translation. Or look at how, in less than two weeks, two CCTV vids of Jimin shopping with a friend (one of them clearly with Saeon) suddenly appeared just as it became known that he was going to NY with JK.

Anyway, I will be a bit cautious for now. There are still a few months until the end of the year. A lot can still happen.

Jimin could came back again to us with sth as amazing as Like Crazy. Or even better, an album.

I miss Jimin and want to see him shine again and talking to us.

And I miss jikook……arrrggg

#jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #mingukkie #jikook kookmin jinkook jiminshiii jk

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maycat-19-142 · 2 years ago

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First Kiss with the Specialists. Please

First kiss with the specialist

A/n :no roy he has the emotions of a brick 🧱

⚠️: first kisses, reader mentioned to go to Alfea and being a fairy, coffee, jelly rivan

Contains: sky, Brandon, timmy, helia, rivan, nabo, nex

Note:I was listening to ive when this was written so it has some of the same vibes

Sky

The sweetie prince

He is so soft with you

So when het dropped you off at your dorm

He leaded in and whispered under his breath "may i"

When you nodded he slowly dipped you back his arm around your waist as you were met with his soft lips

Was he pulled back he smiled and pecked your cheek before saying goodnight

Brandon

Wow you got a good one

You were sitting at a café in magix

You had coffee and you talked about classes and how grazelda was being crazy about the class schedule again

He watch your lips before he saw you lean it to wipe some wipped cream from his lips

He leand in a kissed you lightly and as he tried to full away yiu kept the kiss

As you parted you said "your too sweet"

Timmy

The awkward king

He was apologizing for being late because sky held them for extra time

He was repeating it over and over

So what did you do

You shut him up

With a kiss

You lend it and caught him by surprise

You lend back and he was a tomato

Helia

you had to get the softie

You had gotten a letter in the wind

It was in familer hand writing

You walked to the woods in between red fountain and Alfea

You saw him sitting on a rock writing something

"Hello" he said standing up slowly he pulled you to a tight hug

"Helia are you ok" you asked

"Fine love" he moved his head to have his face in front of yours

He slowly lead in and captured your lips in a light a comfortable kiss

"What prompted that" you ask as he pulled back

"Just i love you so much" another kiss to the lips lightly

Rivan

Haha 100% jelly

You had helped with something at red fountain and you were transformed

You talked to another specialist

For some reason his blood boiled

He did not like seeing you talk to him

So when he walked you out you bet he pulled you in

His lips were passionate yet soft

"You're mine" he said pulling away slowly

"Of course" you said leaning in again

Nabo

The best gentleman

It was a dinner date

He payed much to your dismay

"How can I pay you back" you asked as you walked out of the restaurant

He turned to face you and he leaned down

"Is this ok" he asked

"Yes" you said kissing him and pulling your arms around his neck

Nex

This sly guy

He was waiting for you to get coffee for the 2 of you

You were in the dorm coffee corner

To him to took to long

So he got up to check on you

He walk over and pulled your back to his chest

You turned your head to meet his lips

"You took to long" he said as you pulled back a bit

"Ok" you chuckled

Thanks for the request. Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #gn🌌#male reader #winx x reader #winx helia #winx sky #winx brandon #winx timmy #winx riven #winx nex #winx nabu #winx x reader fluff

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islabonitathoughts · 2 years ago

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i was thinking about it while i was listening to a podcast and ill give it a go, hope you enjoy this one because i love the idea, reader (whos gonna have a name because i cant write for y/n anymore and i dont know why is a redbull engineer who happens to have a podcast

Getaway Car | Charles Leclerc x podcaster!reader

When Anna Zedra accepted the job as junior engineering at RedBull racing, she never thought that a job on the navy blue team would also give her a boyfriend. A boyfriend who used to drive for the infamous red team. A boyfriend who wanted so bad to be world champion but who could never won on that team. Everything started in 2022, middle of the season, pole and no win. And again. And again. And it started to get exhausting. Until Austria. Charles won on Redbull ring, and he thought it would be different. But it wasn't. As the season went on, Christian and the entire team were keeping an eye on his performance. RedBull offered a 2 years contract, they would pay him out of Ferrari, he didn't signed. But Charles had kept that contract in his drawer for the most part of the 2023 season, until COTA, and after that disastrous race, he called Christian, and that called lead to a meeting and a meeting lead to the Brazilian GP, who leads to the cover of all the sports magazine "Charles Leclerc signs with RedBull Racing for the 2024 season."

When Anna Zedra accepted the job as junior engineering at RedBull racing, her podcast was already a success into the motorsport. The All About Racing was an informative podcast who almost every month received a new guest. The 2022 season was marked by almost everyone making an appearance on the podcast. Max, Daniel, Christian, even Lewis Hamilton agreed to be on one of the episodes - and it was one of the most streamed episodes of the platform.

When Charles and Anna started to see each other, during the 2023 Italian GP, he was yet under Ferrari contract, but every once in a while he made a comment here and there about wanting to be on the podcast. Once the 2024 season started, and Anna was designed as his race engineer, and he was announced as the second driver of the team, they made a deal, they would record the episode after the first race and it would be released after his first win of the team. Charles wasn't expecting to win so soon, but he claimed his firts victory at the Saudi Arabia GP, he won the race with 15s to second place. So the podcast was aired during the middle of the night, because a deal is a deal.

Podcast transcription:

Anna: Hello everyone and welcome back to All About Racing, just for a little announcement, this podcast was recorded on the march 2nd, right after the Bahrein Grand Prix and as you know, our guest for today episode is no one else but Charles Leclerc. Welcome, Charles, thank you so much for being here today. I know how it went, but tell us, how it went qualy and the race?

Charles: Hello Anna. Thank you for having me and lets pretending you had a choice on that *laughs* Qualy went very well for the team, first qualy with RedBull and we had a 1-2 for the team, Max did an amazing lap on q3, but I'm very happy with the results, the car feels amazing and I'm very proud of my lap as well. The race was very good as well, the car is incredible reliable and it felt amazing to be on that podium. Aiming the highest spot nex week

Anna: Im very happy to listen that the car feels nice, I spend a lot of time working on that project. Adrian Newey learned everything he knows from me. Jokes a part, I know your dream was to win with Ferrari, for your dad, for Jules, for your young self, so how does it feels to move to RedBull after 5 years with Ferrari?

Charles: I mean... it was a tough call. I always wanted to drive for Ferrari, win on the red car, put a flag in Maranello, and in some level I did those things, I won with them, I was very happy in Monza in 2019, and I had some very incredible moments with the team and the tifosi and all related. My dad would be so happy for me to drive for them, I wanted to keep Jules legacy alive and so far being compared to him is still the most amazing thing I could ever experience. But it came a moment that I knew that I couldn't do more than what I was already doing, the car was very difficult to drive and it didn't suited my driving style and a lot of bad stuf kept happening and slowly it was killing me, it was killing my faith in myself and I wasn't believing in me, or the driver I am. It hurt a lot the moment I decided to leave, not to wear red in Monza or not to recieve the tifosi love... I thought it was over, if I wasn't a Ferrari driver I thought I would be no one. And then Christian and I we talked and I signed that contract and I drove the RB20 and everything clicked, Christian let me do something that I don't think is pretty common, but earlier this year I went on a private practice with the last 2 RBR cars, and I remember, like, feeling the car and suddenly the driver I am was awaken again, and I felt my confidence again and it just made sense. After the announcement I was so afraid of what the tifosi would say to me and I was so surprised of the amount of love I kept receiving. Yeah, I am no longer a Ferrari driver, I was for 5 years and I loved being part of the red team, but it came a point of a driver career that we need to make the choices which are better for our inner driver, not just ourselves. And I am immensely happy with RedBull, with the car and the team and everything.

Anna: Wow, that was very deep, you and I we alredy had this same conversation but is still very warming to listen to all of that again and to know that you are happy with the team, we are also very happy with you wearing navy blue. You said you're very happy and all, but walk us through your relationship with Max and how beeing teammates is working so far. We are insanely happy that there was no inchidents on the race.

Charles: *laughs* Oh my God, you'll never gonna let go, are you? Max and I we became pretty close om track during late season of 2019 and of track in 2022, we spent a lot of time playing padel and tennis and alson on the sim. We drive pretty much the same way, so it is very easy for the team to build a car that suits us both. During the race today we spend solid 25 laps fighting for position, he is way more used with the car than I am, so he won that one, but I am coming for him next race, there was no incidents and I'm pretty positive we will keep this way. We work fine on track, and Christian made us swear that whatever happens on track, stay on track.

Anna: Well done. No more inchidents, I see. There's people making comments on twitter and instagram about teams orders and first and second driver... what do you have to say about it?

Charles: No team orders, Max and I are free to fight as long as there's no risk of compromising each others position or the team, if theresa risk whomever is faster will get priority and the slowest will defend. Choosing a first and second driver is very good for car development, but considering that our driving style is very close there's no need to chose in which direction the car will go, whatever suits Max will most likely suit me as well. Obviously, as the season will developing, if theresa risk or a driver coming very close in points, the one who has more point will get priority as well, which is fair. And Max and I we are definitely not allowed to pull a Baku 2018 or a Spain 2016.

Anna: As a engineer and e RedBull employee I was already very familiar with that. You seems to be very close to a few drivers, how do you think being this close to others drivers helped to improve your driving skills?

Charles: I didn't have the amount of teammates Lewis had, for example, but I was teammate with Seb for 2 seasons and it was such a great experience to learn from him, to be close, to see how he thinks and how he matches with the car and all of that helped me a lot on how I would connect myself with the car as well, I've learned to be patient, to trust my institution and principally understand how the car is working and how to merge with a car who does not suit me 100%. When I signed with RedBull I called my mom, obviously and Seb was the second person I've called and I remembered exactly what he told me all the years we raced together, to not to waste my talent. I'm very close to Lewis as well, we went surfing last year and we have a lot in common, as drivers and as human beings. Not ironically, Jenson Button was around during last year and we've spent some time together as well, I was trying to learn how to be more smooth and he told me not to do that, because the way I drive today is the way I've learned how to drive and that's what gives me speed.

Anna: Lately we all have been talking about woman in formula one, it is another of our conversations so i already know all your thoughts but the audience doesn't, so please, elucidate us with your thoughts.

Charles: I don't think it should have this separation between man and woman in motorsport, it is not like they can't tolerate the conditions of a track you know? I think with F1 academy we are miles closer to have a woman in F1 than we were a few years ago but we are also miles away from it. One, I don't think there's a lot of teams who would "take the risk" and two I think for the comments I've read online that it isn't fair for any woman to have to deal with that, you know? Not performing well is a shot in the ego and all this comments put together is harmful. I watch volleyball, it is a strange habit that I've developed with Jenson because his wife is a volleyball player and those girls are playing two and a half hours match, they're running all the court, they're jumping and throwing themselves on the floor and like the gym time? Insane. Tennis as well, there's a few matches that are hours long and they are playing high level tennis and tennis is a very aggressive sport... so like I don't think the "woman doesn't have the physical to formula one" because it is not true. F1 is still a very exclusive sport, especially if you bring sponsors and teams are not comfortable of letting money go, there's 20 of us, soon to be 22 or 24 if Porsche and Audi make it and there's nothing on regulation that prohibits woman in F1, it would be very nice if one of those new teams go for a woman line up. RedBull last year had a reserve driver who performed amazingly, it was like she could see physically the track, the lines and kerbs. I'm all for woman in motorsport, Max and I we went to a girls karting track in Germany during the winter break and they are very talented.

Anna: Race weekend after race weekend I saw people on twitter talking about how they think you are not a F1 champion material, how you should be more vocal about what you want... everything someone who never been inside a F1 car could tell about it. How do you keep you mentality strong? We all know that you can perform under pressure. You won in Monza with 2 Mercedes pressuring you, you won in Austria with a throttle issue. You won your F2 championship after your dad passed away, you kept going for Jules... that's all very different of the kinda of pressure every other driver suffered during their careers.

Charles: I mean, I don't have to prove myself anymore. I impressed who I had to impress, I won a F3 and F2 championship. I'm here. I'm driving a F1 car every sunday. I've won in Formula One, so there's no one else that I have to impress anymore. I'm not calling the team out on the radio during a race, I don't think that's how you fix things, and I think it is the kind of thing that you talk privately with your team behind garage doors. I'm the one who's driving, the team is the one who have tha data, the difference between the car in front of me and the car behind me, the window we have to pit, the tyres we can use and the omes that makes the car performs better. The team needs to have their best interests to maximize the points on that weekend. It is not my job to do more than drive. But one thing is for sure, I'm the one who's driving, who's feeling the car, and once I tell the team that pitting for hards is a bad choice and that we need to pit for medium, because I am feeling the car, and they don't listen to me, that's out of my hands. I'll take full responsibility for my own mistakes. Imola in 2022? It was on me. France 2022? It was my fault. I'll take that, I accept that and I'll learn with those mistakes and I will do better the next time. Just because I don't scream on the radio and expose the team to the media it does means that I will not call them out privately. And people talk about it because they are not the one who is inside that cockpit.

Anna: You've been doing your job brilliantly. Everyone who truly understands F1 knows that, you wouldn't be driving for Ferrari in your second year if you weren't a good driver. Or for RedBull, and God knows the amount of years we were waiting for this to happen.

Charles: It is happening now. And about my dad and Jules... I was doing my job, I mourned my father after that race, I've cried and I've missed him ever since, I kept going for him and for the legacy Jules was building in F1. I had to prove myself to them, and to my mom. People can say whatever they want to, and if they think they know more about strategy and power units and stuff they can apply to work in F1. I like the pressure. I think it makes me a better driver. Winning when there's no one challenging you it not my type of victory. I like being challenged, that's why I liked being Seb's teammate. He was 4 times champion of the world, he knew he was good, I knew it too, but he never backed down to a challenge.

Anna: I miss Seb. I think deep down we all miss him more than we let him see. Do you think that because of the challenges you and Max will perform better?

Charles: Max is coming for a season and a half without competition. He was winning with 15 seconds to the second place, and every time we fought wheel to wheel tha past season we talked after and it was such a thrill. Our driving style being so close makes it very possible for us to fight the way we like, so yeah, I think the pressure to perform well and the challenge to win Max will make me a better driver.

Anna: Do you have any funny story to tell us about?

Charles: I have one about you and Max. Fun fact, untill December last year Anna didn't knew how to drive. Max tried to teach her and I think that for the first time in his life he failed miserable. I remember trying to teach you how to drive and failing as well. But there's one day that is very clear in my mind. We just got back from Interlagos 2022 and we went to a small city in Sao Paulo so I could teach you and the car kept dying, so you stormed out of the car and called Seb crying, and you were crying so hard that I almost started to cry as well. We went back to Monaco, a few weeks latter Seb pulled out in front ou your house, Jenson Button as his co-pilot and they take the matters in their own hands and for a week you went out for like 5 hours and once that week was over you were a better driver than I am.

Anna: Well, asking you to teach me how to drive was a amateur mistake, you don't know how to park parallel. But yeah, Seb and JB they were excellent teachers. Thank you Seb. Thank you JB.

Charles: How did you have a drivers license if you didn't know how to drive?

Anna: Having a drivers license doesn't imply that I know how to drive, just that I've learned what to do to pass my drivers test. How do you drive a F1 car and doesn't know how to drive a manual?

Charles: I'm re learning, ok? You are the one with the eccentric taste for manual cars.

Anna: Obviously, it took me ages to learn how to reduce a gear, why would I drive an automatic if the automatic doesn't have to switch gears?

Charles: You have a point. And yet you are doing great on the automatics.

Anna: Let's move to my least favorite subject ever, personal life, people are wondering, is Charles Leclerc on the market?

Charles: *laughs* No, he is not. I'm very much out of the market, and very much in love with a beautiful and strong and smart woman and even though she's not the jealous type I not looking anywhere else.

Anna: Walk us through on how you two meet?

Charles: Yeah, it is very funny actually, we meet after Austria, 2022 but we only started to hangout after Monza last year, she's very into motorsport and formula one and a very private person, so please, let's respect that.

Anna: People on twitter are thinking that she is a ghost because we never saw her on race weekends, I'm inclined to agree with them, Charlie.

Charles: That's mean. And you have seen her on the paddock, a lot actually.

Anna: Some day, I'll be living in a big old city and all you ever gonna be is mean. God, I love Taylor Swift. But yeah, I saw her once ir twice, very nice girl, and pretty, very pretty as well.

Charles: Stop talking about yourself on third person, baby, is very weird.

Anna: Yeah, Charles, go ahead and tell the whole world our most deep secrets.

Charles: Anna... Lando and Pierre already told half of the grid and half of the grid is just pretending they don't know. We are not that subtle.

Anna: Well, okay, cat is out of the jail everyone, Charles is not single anymore, and it's not gonna be for a while. But let's go for the important topic: Taylor Swift.

Charles: Just that? Taylor Swift? What do you want me to say? *laughs*

Anna: Tell the people your favorite album and tracks. I already know them but that's my privilege.

Charles: Reputation, obviously. I like Our Song and Karma. You drive listening to them so I kinda like them too, and Champagne Problems... wow, that one hit hard and also Lover, because I am in love and ok, I like everything.

Anna: Okay, moving forward. Answer with the first thing on your mind. Favorite ice cream flavor?

Charles: Vanilla. Don't you ever think about cracking the joke I know you're thinking.

Anna: Ok. I wont. Favorite track?

Charles: Monaco. But I love Baku as well.

Anna: Interlagos?

Charles: Senna. I love Interlagos because it brings me closer to him as I could never.

Anna: Favorite movie?

Charles: The one with weddings and funerals.

Anna: Would you go out with me after we finish this one?

Charles: That depends, will you go out with me after we finish this one?

Anna: So guys that's it. Hope you have enjoyed this episode as much as we did while recording it. I think this one will be out way sooner than we expect. See you in a couple of weeks to go through the first 4 races of the season. Thank you, Charlie.

Charles: Thank you. See you guys.

*cut*

Anna: Stop tickling me or I'll call Max and asks him to blow all your medium tyres.

Charles: You could never.

Anna: Yes, I would.

Charles: Let's go, baby, I'll take you to dinner and after we can go karting with the boys.

Anna: Max is texting me so I can tell you to answer him.

Charles: Oh difficult life, my teammate likes me more than I think he would.

Anna: Don't tease him, he's lonely, he needs a girlfriend, how about we introduce him to Gia?

Charles: *hysterically laughing* Gia would crash him like a bug. Let's do it.

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allaboutracing and we are back!! welcome to season 3 of all about racing podcast, this season we're about to have a few special guest, we're gonna talk about all formula one related, analyze the cars, the races and the track - while i conciliate the races and the tracks on my full time job, i hope you enjoy this season as much as i did.

redbullracing full time race engineer and podcaster, well done mini.

maxverstappen1 im still waiting for my invitation

sebastianvettel well done, kid!

f1 adm is already on play with the firts episode

leclercsainz i love how she just went on and did a full podcast just for us to understand more about racing

jbuttonwdc i would love to see jenson button on the podcast

roscoeloveslewis remember when last season she said that she wanted to bring the champs for the podcast?

charles_leclerc im hoping to be on the couch as well

february 1st 2024

allaboutracing

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allaboutracing we are officially back. the first guests of season 3 are no more than the 2009 world champion jenson button and the 4 time champion of the world sebastian vettel. it was amazing to speak with booth of them, about racing, retirement, life and the changes that are happening in formula one. jb episode will be available on march, the 7th and seb will be available on march, 21th. hope you enjoy it.

lewishamilton great guy and than there's jenson.

sebastianvettel thank you for having me!

jensonbutton same time next week?

f1 that what we asked for

jbuttonwdc KA8SJSUQUWHAUAUHQGU IM NOT OKAY

beesebs i miss sebastian vettel more than i miss my parents and i moved away in 2017

alonsoxswift everybody moved on and i stayed here

sv5ismydad i cannot believe that she convinced seb to be on the podcast, anna youre my personal hero

february 16th 2024

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annazadra break is over, time to go back in track. insanely anxious to this season and very excited about the car that me, myself and i helped to build

maxverstappen1 lets hope you didnt put a shitty box with 3 weels after the little prank i pulled you

charles_leclerc lets go vroom vroom

redbullracing christian is calling you about something like "prank war"

danielricciardo i left redbull and now suddenly they have funny engineers again

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february 28th 2024

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allaboutracing I've listening to you guys and i brought the monegasque favorite driver to the podcast. on the next episode we will talk about charles moving to redbull, what he expects of the team and the car, how he thinks his partnership will works with max, about racing on a general but we also want to know what you want on the podcast, so send you questions, se ya next week.

maxverstappen1 how can charles be on the podcast and im not?

allaboutracing max, you are so dramatic, you and the entire team have been on the podcast so far in season one

maxverstappen1 i want to go again

danielricciardo thing you can say during sex as well

maxverstappen1 this girl is taken, stop that

charles_leclerc it was a pleasure to talk to you, you were a wonderful host.

f1 next week? please, don't do this to us 🥲

march 3th 2024

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redbullracing charles grabbed his first win with the team at the jeddah grand prix, well done charlie, we're insanely proud of you! ps: the all about racing: inside of charles leclerc mentality is out earlier to celebrate his victory, go listen to it.

picsbyanna wow, is he single?

march 10th 2024

#formula 1 #charles leclerc #formula one imagine #formula one #f1 imagine #ferrari #charles leclerc imagine #redbull era charlie #f1

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thequeenofstormsandcrows · 3 months ago

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Excerpt of my rewrite

Kinda spoilers IG but I'm not writing anything in order (for example this takes place in season 6 and I haven't written anything for the earlier seasons yet)

Just a random scene for those of y'all interested. Give me any constructive critism, always looking to improve.

Notes- these guys are helping the Winx fight the trix and stuff Loretta- one of my ocs, one of the 9 nymphs of Magix who survived Valtors attack( might change this, we'll see) Leo- another oc, the royal wizard of Domino

Aisha stared at everyone’s cheering at the announcement of Daphne’s engagement. She felt sick to her stomach.

“Well of course we won’t be having the wedding yet, what with Trix, Selina and the anscestresses on the loose” Daphne began, her face lighting up as she began to speak about her wedding.

“But I need to think about planning and ...” her voice faded into the background as the ringing started in Aisha’s ears.

“I have to go, my parents wanted me to call today” she said abruptly as she stood up.

The Winx and the specialists all gave her confused looks. Oritel and Marion looked offended but Aisha couldn’t care less. She couldn’t stand to be in any of their presences right now.

She rushed out of the dining hall into the long corridors of the palace, eager to find a place of solace.

In hindsight she should've thought it was strange, after all an invitation for the Company of Light for dinner at the palace of Domino out of the blue was a bit suspicious.

Frankly Bloom hadn’t seemed concerned though, Daphne had called her and told her about the dinner. To her, it was probably her parents and Daphne’s way of attempting to cheer everyone up after the recent hardships faced.

After all the only recent progress or win against the Trix and Selina was the winning of Musa’s voice back but in doing so it set them back several steps. Aisha didn't think much of a nice dinner at Domino to reunite with Daphne, Loretta and Leo and quite possibly talk strategy.

The entire evening had been weird though.

For starters, anytime battle plans against the Trix were mentioned, Daphne, Oritel, Marion or Thorin would steer the conversation to a lighter topic. Aisha didn't think much of this back then, just a bit irritated about how off topic they kept getting.

Eventually Loretta, who was frustrated with this got the conversation on track and they were able to discuss an upcoming invasion.

Then it was Daphne and Thorin acting ridiculously flirty with each other. Granted Aisha knew they’d been dating and never truly had a problem with it. Just today it seemed a bit more than usual.

Then there was Nex. She knew Nex liked her and while he had asked her out before, she had respectfully told him not yet. She didn't really see the problem of going out for one date with him, it wouldn’t kill her by all means even though she didn't really like him in that way.

But she liked Nex at least as a friend. He had proved that he was more than an egotistical jerk and had proven to be quite funny. He and Aisha even had similar interests in activities and maybe a date would be all she needed to see him as more.

However this evening he kept pestering her about when they could go out. At first she explained kindly that this wasn’t the time given everything going down currently. She had talked to him about Nabu before and again when he had asked her out a second time.

So she mentioned him again and oh what a mistake that had been. He was clearly not pleased and kept trying to persuade her into a small outing.

“We could just go on a walk, Aisha, come on” he insisted. He didn't get the idea of needing to wait for any kind of date and thought enough time had passed since Nabu died.

That irritated Aisha to another level. Who was he to say that? The whole conversation made her uncomfortable.

Eventually both Roy and Musa overheard the conversation, noticed her discomfort and put an end to it. She was grateful for them both but still. Come to think of it Nex was the only one who didn't look surprised at the engagement announcement other than Oritel and Marion. Did his best friend getting engaged inspire him to make a move or something?

And now? An engagement announcement? Seriously? The idea irritated her so badly it was insane. There couldn’t be a worse time. Daphne was clearly aware of the timing too since she decided not to have her wedding yet. But how was an engagement any better?

Also after being trapped for 21 years as a spirit, she already wanted to get married? Aisha was appalled. She was trying not to judge that part but seriously? She decided to marry the first guy she’d dated in 2 decades?

Aisha was so frustrated with everything. Then not to mention Nabu who her heart still longed for. Once the wizards were gone they were going to start wedding planning. And now she had to watch while someone else got everything she had wanted. It wasn’t fair.

Bloom got her family, home, boyfriend and her sister got her dream wedding. Whereas Aisha watched Andros go up in flames thanks to Tritannus, members of her family were killed and had to use her Sirenix wish to save her cousin's life. Whereas every other Winx got to be selfish.

Seriously Stella wished for her parents to get back together?

Aisha, feeling a turmoil of emotions from these last few years suddenly felt so overwhelmed. And it was like a dam had broken.

Aisha started sobbing on a balcony of the Domino palace. She couldn’t think straight, all she could think of was everything she’d lost, and how after all she’d done she still didn't have close to a happily ever after.

Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder and she looked up to see Musa. Instead of the judgement or annoyance she expected to see she saw pure concern in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry honey” said Musa with nothing but sympathy in her voice.

Aisha was so frustrated, she couldn’t even open her mouth to respond to Musa without the sobs continuing.

So Musa wrapped her arms around Aisha pulling her close and Aisha filled with exhaustion, collapsed into her.

I had originally planned to be Roy to be the one to comfort Aisha, but honestly this moment needed to be a sweet platonic moment with no other motivations. Also Aisha really doesn't need comfort from a guy rn, she needed it from her friend.

#winx club #winx club aisha #winx club rewrite #winx club musa #my poor attempt at serious writing.

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nexthecryptid · 7 months ago

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... Have another WIP because I'm moving but slowly writing more and I'm lowkey obsessed.

#transformers #transformers rise of the beasts #noah diaz #Mirage #miroah #mirage x noah #noah x mirage #rise of the beasts #transformers rotb #rotb mirage #rotb noah #rotb miroah #nex writes yet again #nex writes #wiperoni #wip #maccadam

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tutchando74 · 2 years ago

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Tomorrow's end of the year

This year was special to me. This was the year I entered social medias for real.

After years of telling myself that I should post my ideas, I finally took enough courage to do it, and voala, I even made friends along the way.

I don't know them enough to call them close friends, but I consider them to be. Of course I'm talking about Simple, Carleen and Shadeless.

I ain't gonna tag them (Load of bullshit, I'll do that down the line), since this is more of a letter to me, but thank you three so much for dealing with me. Granted, you haven't seen shit from me yet, but still.

I hope we continue being friends, but only time will tell this tale.

Now, to my blogs, I'm gonna leave here the statistcs of my blogs and AO3.

@tutchando74

Posts: 650

Quite a big number, huh? Never thought I'd post so many in my life.

Followers: 45

I'm so grateful to all of you who follow me. I don't what attracted you to my blog, but I'm thankful to all of you.

4 biggest fans: @carleenchoco, @ask-serial-designation-s, @shadelessanon and @the-simple-creature

What could I expect, I'm a simple man, always keeping his friends close.

@ask-fell-drones

Posts: 144

Unfortunaly, this AU didn't get as much attention as the other one, but hey, that's a good number.

Followers: 31

Again, I don't know what attracted you to this AU, but you need help.

4 biggest fans: @tutchando74, @igothepanzerdivision (I can't for the life of me tag this guy), @brookiedaaroacecookie and @l0v3sickl0s3r

Yes, I like my blog's post, judge me. A thank to the three of you, even if Igothe there is kind of a fever dream.

@ask-shop-drones

Posts: 1180

By far my most famous blog. This isn't even a joke. I understand why it tracted more attention though.

Followers: 71

A thank you to everyone who got interested in this little AU of mine. Honestly, a thanks to all of you.

4 biggest fans: @tutchando74, @l0v3sickl0s3r, @hotmacsticks and @kitty-chans-art

A thanks to the three of you who have made RP's with my AU or just supported it. Thank you.

@ask-alphakill

Posts: 40

This AU hasn't grabbed much attention, but I'm okay with it. This AU was born as a joke.

Followers: 4

Thanks to you who follows this blog. Honestly, thank you. I'm glad you liked this little joke I made.

4 biggest fans: @tutchando74, @skyblueducky, @nani-w (also can't tag you) and @paintchipstastegood

Thank you three for interacting with this AU. It honestly means a lot.

@askrealityfalls

Posts: 5

Yeah, this one ain't a lot famous, probably cause of my drawings.

Followers: 2

I'm surprised someone follows this. Thank you a lot for this.

4 biggest fans: @tutchando74, @lentalguts-gingersnaps and @jthorpe96

Ain't even got 4. Nonetheless, thank you two for interacting with this little thing.

I'm sorry for anyone who was bothered by the tagging, but I wanted to thank you all for this. So, one last thanks everyone, and I hope you all have a great nex year, and I hope mine's great too.

Now for my AO3 account.

Even if it my account doesn't have a full year yet. Accomplished more than I thought I would, no joke. I expected that I would write things and they would get like 20 hits or something, but imagine my surprise when in around a week I got 100 hits on Split Drones. It was a surprise, and that was the first edition of Split Drones, one that doesn't exist anymore because I edited it, cause it was bad.

Hell, I even got a fanart, made by Clockwork. This is a dream come true. I even got a gift, made by InspiredDragonWriter. He decided to gift me back a very good work. Also got a related work made by Kingcrustnip.

This is insane! I'm still so happy about all of these.

I'm going to talk a little about each of my main stories here that I made this year.

Split Drone (on going)

One of my favorite stories that I have thought of. I'm happy that after the 3º chapter it got a lot more attention. And to think that it's not even close to ending.

Murder Drones Oneshots... Kind of (on going)

My most viewed fic here, for obvious reason. It's a oneshit book. Honestly, I don't like this one, but I still have to finish it. There are requests that have more than months on the waiting. The people who sent them don't even remember it anymore.

Rescue Drones (on going)

I'm glad the Twins allowed me to use their content to do my strange shit. Honestly, I really like this story, specially the world building I did with it. I just like the concept of different HQ's out there. I don't know if the Twin read that story anymore, probably not, but I'm happy that they let me use their universe to write my stories.

A walk and a discovery + We meet again brother (finished)

Two gifts for InspiredDragonWriter. I really liked his content, so I thought of making these stories. I like them, think I did a good job on doing a horror story. I hope he really did like these gifts.

Listening to music (finished)

This is just a fun idea I had. Glad some people liked it, but I don't really have any more ideas on what to do with it. I think Clockwork would have an use for this one on his musical oneshot though. Unfortunaly it's closed.

Mine (on going)

A request that turned into a full fic. Honestly, it's really fun to do it, and it gathered way more attention than I thought it would.

Downard Spiral (on going)

A side fic for Rescue Drones. I have a harder time writting in first person than in third, so the quality of this one is leagues worse than the main story, but I don't think it's that bad.

Greek HQ (on going)

This is a huge story I'm trying to tell. Hope the 10 people who read it like it. Things are going to become much worse, really fast.

Little Rescue Drones side stories

Just some fun fic ideas I have on my mind. Nothing more. Don't even know if I should make them cannon.

Brown and Son Playing (finished)

Just a fun little idea I had for these two.

Serial Designation S RP (on going)

I never expected to play a RP, specially on Tumblr. I'm glad I did though, met three pretty fun persons. It's hard to do the Rp through Tumblr, but it's very good.

Poemas (on going)

My first attempt at writting poems. It's really fun to do it, specially to talk about my culture.

Now, I saw the Twins doing this, and I really liked it. It is showing my final statistics, so I'm going to do the same. By the end of this year, my statistics were:

- User Subscriptions: 8 I'm thankful to everyone who liked my works enough to follow me on this site. I'm glad you enjoy my stuff that much.

- Kudos: 420 This is insane to me. I got this amount in less than a year. Going by dates, it's been around half a year. I'm fucking thankful to everyone who liked my stuff.

- Comment Threads: 88 That's a lot of conversation, and even if most are about the fics, I think I did make some friends here. Hope they think the same.

- Bookmarks: 56 I'm glad people liked my works enough to leave a bookamrk on them, and 56 bookmarks across all my 26 works. That's more than double.

- Subscriptions: 47 Across all my 26 fics, I got 47 subscriptions in each of them. I'm thankful to anyone who did this, trully.

- Word Count: 110,657 Honestly, why do you americans use comma to separate the decimals when most of the world uses dot? Whatever. That's an insane amount of words to me. That's more than I expected to write in all of my life, wich is funny that it turned into my hobby.

- Hits: 14,796 This is an insane number to me. 14k views on my fics. I never expected to have all of this in half a year, but I'm so glad and thankful I did.

It isn't much, but its more than I thought I would get in my first year. Well, it was fun writting everything and meeting new people here in this site.

My gratitudes goes to The_Twins_On_Internet, Kingcrustnip, LB_Clockwork, Shadow_Drone_N_Bryan78932, InspiredDragonWriter and everyone who read, kudoed, bookmarked, subscribed and commented on my fics. A huge thank you to all of you.

#thank you #sorry too #Don't really feel confortable tagging strangers #but it is what it is #end of the year

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cinnamonbear22 · 2 years ago

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chapter one: are you safe?

this is my first time using this platform to promote my writing. i usually post on wattpad, but mike schmidt and josh hutcherson is trending sm more on here <3 thank youuuu for giving this a shot :) this is going to be a longer series, but i was also thinking if this was successful to take request. thank you <33

tw: female reader, abuse

my eyes lazily scanned the television in front of me, not even taking in the words of the sitcom anymore, my body was just shutting down and getting ready to sleep. i gave into my body, and closed my eyes. the feeling of bliss and comfort ran through my body as my state finally seemed to be at peace.

right as i was about to drift, the door lock jingled, making me sit right back up on the couch. soon after, mike walked in, sighed as he closed the door softly behind him. "hey" he hummed as i began to stand up.

"hi" i rubbed my eyes and stretched my back, as i made my way towards the front door where my shoes were.

"everything go okay?" he didn't make eye contact with me as he moved to the kitchen to sit down.

"yeah" i yawned, slipping on one of my shoes.

"i'm sorry i can't pay you right now but possibly nex-"

"don't worry about it mike" i cut him off as i slipped my other shoe on. "seriously don't" i smiled lazily at him. "i like abby anyway, she's my only friend" i said in a sarcastic tone, but i myself wasn't sure if i was joking or not.

"okay" he pursed his lips and looked guiltily down at the table.

"i'll see you tonight" i opened the door to leave his house, instantly feeling the warmth and safety leave my body as i looked at my house across the street.

i lived a few houses down from mike. we were mutuals, we never said much to each other before his little sister ran away from his home, and fortunately she didn't get far because i caught her and brought her back to mike. that was how i ended up getting a babysitting gig, and a chance to leave my house.

i made my walk slow. i didn't want to enter my house. it didn't even feel like a home. but sooner or later, i couldn't drag it on much longer or he'd get suspicious.

i quietly walked up my porch steps, holding my breath as i slowly opened the front door. i slipped inside, quietly slipping off my shoes. i looked at my floor carefully to make my way to the living room, i knew which floorboards creaked and which ones were silent.

once i securely made it to my living room, i laid down carefully on the couch, making sure it wouldn't creak as well. after living with him for three years, i've gotten really good at being silent.

i felt myself breathe again, and i looked up at the same ceiling i've been staring at for the last few months i've been sleeping on the couch. my body was exhausted, and i let myself go into a nice slumber for a bit.

that was short lived.

"you didn't make breakfast yet?" we're the first words i heard when i was shaken awake.

"no i'm sorry i fell asleep" i sat up, my heart pounding instantly.

"why do you look so worked up baby?" he cooed at me, kissing the side of my head which had a bruise on it, and i tried not to cringe from the pain.

"bad dream" i stood up quickly and went to the kitchen as he trailed behind me. his footsteps just as loud as my pounding heart. i was so afraid. i pulled out the breakfast items we did have, and began cooking for him right away as he sat at the table.

i really didn't want any problems today so i tried moving as quickly as i could. i couldn't tell what mood he was in today.

once his food was made and his coffee was ready, i served him right away. my throat felt extremely tight as the plate hit the table in front of him, and he looked up at me with tempered eyes.

i stood there patiently like how he always like me to whenever he tries my food. i felt my sweat being drenched along every single area of my body. i tried not to look nervous but i believe it was obvious.

he shoveled some of the food into his mouth, eating fast but not looking satisfied. i already felt tears pricking at my eyes but i tried to stay strong. "this taste different" he mumbled, and my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. if i tried to run, it would be ten times worse.

"i did everything the same anthony" i smiled warmly, subconsciously backing away slowly.

"no, no, no," he laughed, it wasn't a good laugh, it was a laugh that i knew all too well. tears pooled at my waterline. "it's different." he stood up and his chair shot out from underneath him. at this point, i closed my eyes, preparing myself for anything. "you didn't follow the recipe.." he gritted nastily between his teeth as i felt his hand quickly go around my throat. i choked, opening up my eyes and looking at his frightful green eyes that had nothing but anger filled in them. he slammed me into the table as i gasped for air, my head was extremely light and i didn't know my surroundings very well anymore. my vision was blurry from lack of air and tears. before i knew it, i turned around and his fist was flying quickly at my face, and i had no reaction time or space to move.

my whole world went black. i couldn't see or hear anything for a few seconds as my whole body collapsed onto the floor. his footsteps trailed off and up the steps, my limp body was in shock of everything that just happened, but it was nothing new.

nothing new.

i cried hard on the kitchen floor. everything happened so fast, i felt like i had no time to counteract anything, but it wasn't anything different from a normal day to day experience.

i laid on the floor until he left for work, my body was taken over with fear and shock, unable to move while he was still here. i was scared to even breath. my head was throbbing against the cool tiled floor, but my heart began to beat faster as his footsteps came closer to me. "i see you later" his unsettlingly large hands caressed the back of my hair. "this wouldn't of happened if you messed up love" he whispered as he hovered over me.

"i'm sorry" i sniffled, unable to get any more words out.

"no worries" sweet venom dropped of his tongue as he spoke. he stood back up and headed for the door, slamming it behind him.

i gathered all my worth and courage to make myself stand up. i should just lay on the floor, for eternity. my life is not going to change. ever. it didn't change a year ago, it didn't change two years ago, it didn't change four years ago. i am stuck here forever.

i walked into the bathroom to see the damage that has been done. my neck had the beginning stages of new bruises of where he had choked me over the old ones faded ones, and my eye was extremely swollen and already changing color.

it was going to be difficult to try and hide my face now. anthony didn't let me buy makeup. he hasn't let me out of the house in years. the only time he lets me out is to babysit abby, because it is my only source of income as of now. he doesn't let me get s job, i have no money, so if i did leave him, i'd have absolutely nothing. that's why i didn't have a choice. i had no friends left, no family left, he had closed me off to everyone.

tears weld up in my eyes looking at my destroyed face, as well as the bruising along my neck. i have old bruises on my ribs, arms, and legs that had also lingered in pain. i took a deep breath to calm myself down since i started to overthink now. this wasn't as bad as i'm making it to be. people have much worse.

i walked to the freezer and grabbed a bag of peas and went to the couch where i slept, turned on the television and placed the frozen peas on my eye. it sent a nice cooling sensation on my face that felt extremely relieving.

i barley watched the t.v, and just soaked in my racing mind. i couldn't stop thinking, i tried focusing on the show in front of me, but i couldn't. i thought about running away. who would i even go to? who do i even talk to..? abby? mike? that's it?

i imagined what it would be like to run away to mikes house. me and michael haven't talked that much besides small interactions. he was a simple guy i guess, not much to say. but he was very sweet and welcoming, i feel like there's no bad bone in his body. i've always noticed how pale he is, how his eye bags were a distinguishing characteristic, how his hair isn't really tamed. he doesn't seem to try too hard with himself, but with his sister, he gives it his all, and that really defined him for me.

he was cute.

i always found him attractive. it was a guilty secret i had since i've been with anthony for so long. i believe i found him attractive because he's nice to me. i haven't been treated that great in four years, so when he did the bare minimum such as saying hello to me, asking how i was doing, my heart would flutter.

i would never tell him, but his house became such a safe spot for me. whenever he'd come home, i would always get a bit disappointed, because that means i have to go back to my home. sometimes, i'd imagine myself being with mike. would he ever hit me? i giggled out loud to myself at the thought. he barley speaks to me, he would not put his hands on me. i think he would be kind, and so sweet.

i found myself blushing underneath the cold peas, smiling at the thought of mike. after not being let out for four years, mike was the first person i talked to besides anthony. to me he was like an angel. it was like a breath of fresh air the first time we talked, there was so fear of being struck, there was only gentle words and small talk that gave me hope.

the smell of his house gives me relief. everything about it just feels homey. more of a home than i have ever received.

i then fell asleep due to the happy thoughts and daydreams i had for the next half hour.

i jumped awake to the sound of the phone ringing loudly against the wall. i rushed quickly to it, not even being fully awake. i picked it up in a panic, worried if i didn't answer it in time, he would he would be upset. "h-hello?" the words stumbled out of my mouth, since my brain wasn't fully functioning yet.

"hey, it's mike" michaels monotone voice comforted me over the phone. he didn't even have to say anything soothing.

"hey" i sighed in relief, licking my lips nervously.

"sorry for calling you so early but uhm..." mike paused as my heart was still trying to slow itself down. "you don't have to," he hesitated. "abby was wondering if you'd like to come early for dinner tonight?"

"oh.." i was sort of shocked by the question.

"like i said you don't have to, she just wanted me to ask.."

"no, no," i snapped out of the trance. "yeah i would like that" i replied. "i'll be over in five?"

"i'll see you then." he mumbled and hung up the phone.

i stood by the phone in shock for a second before turning up the steps to change my clothes. i haven't bought new clothes in years, all my clothes are old and don't fit, or just unappealing. i wasnt complaining though, because i still had clothes.

i pulled on a baggy pair of jeans that were two sizes too big. i grabbed a hoodie, making sure the hood could cover my neck. the swelling on my eye fortunately went down, but it was now purple. i'm not sure how to hide that. just using another cover up story about how i fell will work.

i slipped on my shoes and quickly walked out of the house before anthony got home to mikes house. my favorite time of day was the walk to mikes. my steps felt lighter, but it was also a game of trying not to be seen by anthony. anthony knows i go to mikes, but seeing him still worries me that he'll stop me and make me go back home.

before i knew it i arrived at the schmidt residence, and i freely knocked on the door. "coming..!" a muffled voice yelled, the footsteps were quick on the inside of the house. the door unlocked and quickly swung open to reveal mike, his hair messy and he was wearing jeans and a crewneck. "hey" he looked down at my shoes, then looked at my face, resulting in a slight gasp. "what happened?" his voice raised ever so faintly that i actually heard emotion in it... that was a first.

"i just fell" i quickly used my excuse that was repeated to him a few times before. his eyes were still wide as he examined me, his firm brown eyes frantically scanned my face.

"(y/n)..." he stepped outside, closing the front door behind him making me step back to let him out. "you've told me that five times, at least" his voice was stern, but low. i don't think he wanted abby to hear.

"i'm clumsy" i'm gave a fake grin, which he didn't budge at all.

"i know we do not talk, i don't know you much as a person, but are you safe?" he pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed as well, his eyes locked onto mine making me extremely intimidated. "i've seen the marks on your neck before, i've seen them on your wrist, every time i've asked it was the same excuse and it's not my business, but this has been going on since you started babysitting" he rambled for a second as i adjusted my hood. "you don't even have to fix your hood because i see the fingernail marks and ring around your neck" his hand quickly moved towards my hood to try and pull it back down, but i flinched subconsciously, closing my eyes and looking away, expecting a blow. "what is going on..?" he drew his hand back with a softer voice.

"i don't know why i thought you were going to hit me" my voice was shaky as i tried to laugh it off, but tears filled up my waterline. no one has ever asked me if i was okay. "that was just a weird reaction" i blinked rapidly to try and calm my wet eyes, and cover my tracks completely, but i don't know if that is an option anymore.

"stop" he held his hands up to show he meant no harm. "i don't know what you're going through okay" he slowly moved his hands in front of my face to reach my hood, and pulled it down softly so he could look at my neck. "but this is concerning." he looked at my neck and my face again. "you show up to my house with strangle marks and a black eye, are you safe?" he ask again, making it more thorough.

tears began to fall silently down my face as i tried my best to keep them in. "why are you concerned?" i whispered, unable to speak louder because my throat felt like it was closing up.

"i don't know" mike seemed confused now, still examining me as if i were a zoo animal. we stood in silence for a few moments, both of us unable to process everything that was happening. the silent moments of us looking at the ground and unable to look at each other became an extremely harsh tension.

a few minutes has passed and the familiar engine of anthony's car roared down the street. it wasn't loud, but it was loud to me. i knew exactly what it sounded like. "shit.." i sniffled and wiped my face. "i can't be seen outside please"

"why?" mike looked down the street at the car. i got closer to mike and tried to scoot around him and he didn't let me past him to the door.

"p-please" my lips trembled as my arm was stiff against his body, trying to move him out of the way. i've never touched him before. we were never this close before, but my body turned into a fight or flight mode as i tried pushing him out of the way of the door. "please he's coming closer i can hear it please" i begged, and mike then quickly let me in the door.

i quickly snuck past him as he stood outside, watching the car pass without blinking. "who was tha-"

"(y/n)!" abby's voice was loud as she jumped into my arms, mike didn't close the front door though, he was still standing outside, intensely watching the car pass.

"hi abby" i stroked her hair gently as her small arms wrapped around my hips. i looked back up at the door, and mike was finally now walking in.

"i helped make dinner" she smiled widely, i felt mikes eyes linger on us. "wait.." she paused, her little face filling with worry. "what happened to your face?" her small hands reached up and barley held my cheeks. she gently pulled down my face closer to hers, and stared. i know she didn't mean to do it. she was young, and when kids see something they aren't used to they will stare.

"i fell" i gave a fake smile, mike then walked to the kitchen to leave us be.

"oh.." she frowned, pushing some of my hair away from my forehead. "mike does this whenever i get hurt" she puckered her lips goofily and gave me a small kiss on my forehead.

i couldn't help but to smile, a real genuine smile. "thank you" i hugged her tightly and she giggled.

"are you hungry?" she grabbed my hands and pulled me into the kitchen where tomato sauce and pasta lingered in the air. "i'll make you a bowl" she moved quickly around the kitchen, acting as if mike wasn't in her way completely. "sit down, i'll make it" she said excitedly again, which i couldn't help but to smile. she stood on her tiptoes to try and reach a bowl in a cabinet. mike effortlessly grabbed it, handing it to her slowly. "i would've got it" she grumbled at him, but he didn't protest.

she messily scooped me a bowl, sauce was getting on the stovetop and some noodles spilled out of my bowl. she grabbed a fork before quickly turning around to serve me. i haven't been served in so long.

"thank you abby" i said warmly, my insides feeling like they've been lifted after the strange day. i watched michael carefully and cleanly scoop abby and himself portions as she grabbed drinks for everyone. i felt useless just sitting at the table not helping them serve.

they sat down at the table with me, abby right next to me and mike across. he set abby's bowl down in front of her as she grinned widely. we all began to eat, abby watched me intently as i took the first bite. "is it good?" she asked eagerly.

"amazing" i looked down at her and nodded. she smiled with spaghetti in her mouth, making me smile more.

abby talked a lot during our meal. it was good, because her talking so much didn't give me much room to think. mikes eyes were on me a lot during the dinner. every time we'd lock eyes, he'd look straight down at his bowl. i knew he was looking at my eye and my neck, it didn't make me feel too good.

once we were finished, abby ran to her room to avoid cleaning the kitchen and to draw. i helped mike since it was the most i could do. i washed the dishes and handed them to him for him to dry and put away. the silence was tense... the only sound to be heard was the dishes clanking in the sink as i washed them. "abby was really excited that you were coming" mike broke the silence with somewhat off topic subject.

"really?" i smiled, not looking at hin but the bubbly suds on my hands.

"yeah" he murmured as i handed him the last dish. i watched him as he dried and reached up in the higher cabinet that abby couldn't reach before.

"is there anything else i can do to help?" i looked around the clean kitchen, just double checking before i left to accompany abby. he shook his head no, both his hands were on the countertop as he looked down. he looked like he was contemplating something, but i'm not sure what.

i began to walk out of the kitchen, but quickly his voice stopped me in my tracks. "thank you" he mumbled, his lips were pursed and i felt my body melt as he looked at me.

"y-yeah" i hummed, and quickly continued walking to abby's room. i felt so dumb for stuttering, for even feeling an empty stomach whenever he talks to me. it was all stupid. i knocked softly on the wood door and let myself in. "hey" i smiled as she was sitting and coloring, nothing new.

"hi" her small voice filled my ears, making me smile more.

"whatcha makin?" i walked over to her desk and looked at her drawing.

"us" her full attention was on the paper, and my eyes began to examine it. from the figures on the paper, it looked like she had drawn herself holding my hand, mike on the other side of her, and a few bowls of pasta. it warmed my heart, i felt extremely fuzzy inside after looking at the picture.

but, that feeling was quickly removed from my body after i had seen the purple markings around my eye she made. i tried to not let it get to me, but it was, and it was getting to me hard. the more i looked at the drawing, the more i realized that on my character had marks all over it. even the ones i thought she'd never seen before.

i felt like my heart stopped pumping. my head felt extremely light and my insides felt empty. "can i sit on your bed?" i said gently, backing up and feeling the bed against the back of my legs. i sat down, feeling like i was unable to move.

she kept humming and drawing, the scratching of the pencils against the paper felt excruciatingly loud. everything hit me all at once, my feelings, my actions, my regret. seeing myself some someone else's perspective opened my eyes tremendously. i've never had another perspective besides anthony's, it was just what he thought and what was okay for him.

mike then barged in without even knocking, me and abby both looking at the sudden barging of the door. "i'm going to go sleep before work" mike mostly looked at abby and she nodded quietly. "if i'm not up by ten-thirty do you think you can wake me?" his tired eyes looked back at me, and all i could do was nod. "abs make sure you get to bed on time" he said before shutting abby's door.

i looked over at the small clock she had on her nightstand it was around eight o'clock. "how about bedtime in an hour and a half?" i suggested, which she complied nicely. she never gave me a fight. "do you want to get into the shower? after we can watch t.v." i offered, which she stood up quickly.

"okay" she giggled, setting down all of her supplies.

"i'll set pajamas out on your bed and i'll wait for you in the living room" i watched her run out of the room, and i heard the bathroom door swing open with a squeak.

i took my time getting up from abby's bed. although i wasn't laying down, i haven't sat in a bed in a long time. the mattress felt so cozy and inviting, but i was babysitting, and i was not about to lay in her bed. i went to her pajama drawer and pulled out a set of pajamas for her.

i walked into the living room where the television was leaving whatever was left on and sinking into the familiar couch. i wasn't used to mike being home when i was here. mike usually put abby to bed since he changed jobs, and i would come around eleven for him to go to work. his old job i used to babysit for him during the day, and once again, i never seen him besides a few minutes before he left and when he came home. i felt nervous with him in the house, i don't know why. mikes always been nice to me, i had no reason to be nervous.

i don't know if nervous was the right word. i had constant butterflies around him but not in a bad way. it was a good nervous. a type of nervous i haven't felt in years. i couldn't help but smile. i smiled at the warm feeling. the weird feeling. i felt like i was on the playground again with my school friends, giggling about a boy i thought was cute. did i have a crush? the good feelings left once again. i couldn't have a crush on him. i have a boyfriend. that's wrong in so many ways...

i felt myself frown, and focus back on the t.v. what else was there to do. i heard the shower shut off, and i knew abby would be joining me eventually.

after ten minutes, abby had finally got herself together and joined me on the couch. she beamed as she lifted up my arm and laid her head on my lap. she reminded me of my little sister. i haven't talked to her in years, but i do love reminiscing about the memories me and her had shared. we shared a bedroom which housed countless nights of giggles and secrets. we were extremely close despite the five year age difference. i protected her with my life, and i would do anything to see her again. "can we switch the channel?" abby said softly, pulling me out of my head.

"yes, yes of course" i reached for the remote on the side table and handed it to abby. she flipped through the channels mindlessly as i placed my hand on her damp hair, running my fingers in them.

she ended up turning in a cartoon, nuzzling her head against my thigh to get more comfortable. i draped a blanket against her, and not soon after her breaths became deeper. this is what we used to do before mike switched jobs, and i sort of missed it. "does your eye hurt..?" abby randomly spoke up.

"um..." i hummed, thinking about it. "not really" i spoke quietly, since i didn't want to wake up mike.

"mike seemed a bit worried" she giggled a little bit, instantly making my heat up. "he barley even talked!" she seemed to wake herself up now talking about her brother.

"doesn't he barley talk anyway..?" i furrowed my brows in a confused manner, instantly making abby laugh some more. her laugh ended up making me laugh, and i tried to quiet us down.

"he does talk" she pulled the blanket closer to her chin as i stroked her brown hair.

"not to me" i smiled down at her and she sleepily smiled back. "does he not like me?" i asked in a joking tone, but i sort of meant it.

"well, duh" she replied as if i were dumb.

"just asking" i acted defensive in a silly way, making her laugh.

"he might like like you" abby continued to giggle as she said the next sentence, making my whole body heat up.

"like like?" i gasped in an over-exaggerated way, but truly my cheeks were probably as red as her pajamas.

"don't tell him i told you," she began to whisper and look around as if he was here. "one time he asked me if you had a boyfriend" she covered her mouth and my heart dropped. my body froze, my hand stopped moving in her hair and my eyebrows shot up.

the good, nervous, fuzzy feeling came back. my head rushed with silly thoughts, as butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

once my sense came back i ended up giggling with her. "shh.." i shushed her nicely. "mike is sleeping" i smiled down at her and began to play with her hair again.

she continued with watching her cartoon as if she just didn't break the biggest news to me, and my mind kept pondering. i didn't pester abby no more about mike, since it was getting close to her bedtime.

twenty minutes later, abby was fast asleep in my lap. i looked over at the clock, and it was nine forty-six. i carefully scooted out from underneath her little head, and stood up. i stretched out my back, and prepared myself to carry her to her bed.

i bent down and scooped her carefully into my arms, i was used to her weight since this isn't the first time i've done this, but she was still a tiny bit heavy for me. i stabled myself once i fully stood up with her, and tried to quickly and quietly make it to her room without falling. i wasn't the strongest person, but i tried.

i lightly kicked open her door and quickly stepped to her bed. i set her down lightly, bringing the covers up to her chin and tucking her in ever so carefully to not wake her up. "goodnight abs" i whispered and lightly kissed the top of her head like how i used to with my sister.

#mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #fem reader #fanfic #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #josh #hutcherson #afton #abby schmidt

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Late Novel

Whoops, I was supposed to post this on the first, wasn't I? My horde of followers must be so irate that they can't even post. In my defense, the last couple of weeks of April were crazy for me. But I still had this post mostly written up and I just have to finish a few bits and send it out.

Possible spoilers here for C.J. Cherryh's Morgaine series, Brandon Sanderson's Alcatraz series, and Joe Zieja's Epic Failure series, possibly among others.

C.J. Cherryh: Exile's Gate, completed April 3

The final book in the Morgaine cycle, which came out ten years after Fires of Azeroth and is at least twice the size. Morgaine and Vanye travel to yet another new world (which seems like it's the next one after Azeroth, though there's some weird snippets which seem to imply otherwise? not sure), and end up saving the life of a local, Chei. Chei was on the losing side of a battle/ambush and, along with several others, was staked out for wolves, and he's the only survivor. Now Morgaine and Vanye can't let him loose to spread news of their presence, but they can't always trust him either. Chei is pretty sure that this qhal-looking woman only wants him for purposes of body-swapping fodder. Because it turns out that in this world, the qual regularly use body-swapping for life prolongation, and anyone who's been a qhal captive is suspect as a result. Also, there is finally some consummation of Morgaine and Vanye's relationship.

Now, the original trilogy didn't really bring the entire story to a close. Which is fine, it seems like Morgaine's quest to close all the gates is a very long task, because there are many gates, and the odds of reaching the end in some particular world is pretty slim (though presumably it must happen eventually). It wrapped up Vanye's cousin Roh's plotline (even having a "years later" epilogue to make it clear), but that was about it. But this book, a ten-years-later sequel, could have conceivably been planned to wrap it up, right? Maybe this was the final gate world. It could have been a story that wasn't the next world, but skipped some intervening time to bring them to the end. But it is not.

It does have some different elements, as mentioned. A more dominant qhal, and not benevolent ones like in Fires of Azeroth. And their ruler (?) seemed to be a fellow named Skarrin who may have been a survivor from before the qhal gates. But nonetheless it is not The Big One.

And the ending? The final meeting with Skarrin comes very close to the end of the book. It's not clear how it's going to be resolved. And then, it is? No, it's not, there's one final complication which is going to happen when they go through the gate to the next world. So what happens with regards to that complication?

Surprise! We don't know. The book just ends. In just a few pages, Cherryh manages to make this the least satisfying resolution to a series since Chapterhouse: Dune, and that was mostly because the author died. No, they ride off through the gate, and what happens on the other side? Maybe it was supposed to be the subject of another book but the publisher nixed it and Cherryh shrugged and moved on. (Most likely.) By this point it's reasonably safe to say that it will never be canonically addressed. Maybe there's fanfic of it. Maybe there'll be an authorized sequel by someone else sometime, but I'm not holding my breath.

But anyways, this has been the Morgaine series. Some tight little novels, somewhat episodic but not quite as episodic as I remembered. (I remembered very little about the series, as I mentioned, but then it has been decades since I read them, and I may never have reread Exile's Gate in particular.) Just grit your teeth about the dangling plot threads at the end, or write your own ending.

Wole Talabi, Shigidi And The Brass Head of Obalufon, completed April 7

It's time once again for male diversity books, which (given how few of those I have in my collection that I haven't already read) means that it's time for either the next Wesley Chu book or for the library. As I've already given away, it's not Wesley Chu. (Vague ambition at the moment is to try to alternate between Asian and African authors, though maybe there's also some First Nations authors out there too? Not sure.) Wole Talabi was on my list from somewhere, so I put a hold on this one at the library and here it is. First impression from the title: some kind of fantasy? Not to say that we couldn't have a science-fiction brass head too, but for now I'm assuming magic.

It's an interesting and fast-paced book, as the titular Shigidi, a minor nightmare god from a Nigerian "spirit corporation", quits his job and starts teaming up with a succubus named Nneoma, and they get hired to retrieve the also titular brass head from (of course) the British Museum, with the aid of life-prolonged Aleister Crowley (for it is in 2017 that our scene lies). The reframing of pantheons of gods as corporations is clever, and hey, non-European religion for extra diversity points.

One quibble is that the timeline is a little nonlinear. We start in medias res at a high-tension moment being pursued through the streets of Spirit London, which we don't get back to until like 3/4 of the way through the book. This is fine in and of itself, though it creates an odd tension drop through the rest of the book…because we're told that this is the first time that Nneoma tells Shigidi she loves him. Which means that every earlier-in-the-timeline scene where he's angsting about how she won't tell him if she loves him or not, we're reminded that Oh yeah she's going to tell him so we don't have to worry about it. But I guess it's fine. Also we get some flashback scenes involving other characters that we're not sure how they're relevant (though the Aleister Crowley thing does pay off), and some scenes that felt unnecessary because we had already been told what happened in them and so somehow showing them felt redundant. But all in all, I thought it worked, and I'd be interested to see if there will be more with these characters. (The title has sequel potential, after all.)

Brandon Sanderson: The Dark Talent, completed April 10

I have been kind of off Brandon Sanderson for a few years now. I went through a period of reading a lot of him--the original Mistborn trilogy and most of the followup one, the Stormlight Archives, Warbreaker, etc., and there's still quite a few I haven't read. But somehow The Bands of Mourning and Rhythm of War put me off, and Legion was kind of meh, so I decided to take a break. I did leave The Dark Talent on my to-read shelf, though. As middle-grade books, they're less Sandersony than some. Unfortunately, they are more middle-grade. They are determinedly wacky, which is to say they are probably trying too hard…but maybe if I were 10 years old I'd appreciate it more, I dunno.

I did kind of like some of the ideas of the series--like the Smedry family all having talents that all sound like bad things (breaking things, arriving late, dancing badly) but actually being useful in weird ways. I was less sanguine about the ideas of librarians being evil, and that there's all these places that exist that aren't on the maps. I almost went with a longer read (like Neal Stephenson's Seveneves) instead, but I was vaguely thinking I should read the new Stormlight book sometime, and reading this one would open that up (because you can't have two books by the same author both on your to-read shelf at the same time, that's just wrong). (Note: besides Seveneves I also have The Confusion on my shelf because I am internally self-consistent.)

And then, as the author (Alcatraz) has been repeatedly warning us, in between distracting us with attempts to keep the tone light, the tone gets dark right near the end as the bad guys (apparently) win, and Alcatraz, ashamed of how he cracked at the end, says he's done writing now. Then after the extensive "reading guide" section at the end, there's a little flap that says not to lift it until you've finished the book. Underneath that, we get a little hopeful addition onto that ending, and Bastille, who spend this entire book in a coma, promising that she will finish the story. I already knew that there was a Bastille Vs. The Evil Librarians book that came next so this was not a total surprise. But I guess I will plan to read Wind And Truth, the next Stormlight Archives book, as my next Sanderson (though not until next year sometime, probably), and see what "finishing the first half of the series" looks like.

Sara Douglass: The Wayfarer Redemption, completed April 17

By this point it's been several books since my last real epic fantasy (which I guess would be Mother of Winter, since Exile's Gate is really science fiction), and the Alcatraz book was such a quick read that I am now ahead on my reduced Goodreads challenge (not that that should matter), it's clearly time for another epic fantasy. And I'm feeling up to tackling the book which has been sitting on my to-read shelf for the longest: The Wayfarer Redemption by Sara Douglass. I read her weird, vaguely Egyptian book Threshold some time ago, but that one seemed to be a standalone. Still, that means this isn't my first book by her and so I didn't have to wait for a "new author" slot to open up.

The book's real name is actually not The Wayfarer Redemption, that's just the American retitling of it; the original title was Battleaxe. The overall series is called The Wayfarer Redemption, or possible just the last half (books 4-6) of the series is called that (the first three books being the Axis Trilogy). It's all rather confusing, really. But at least this is actually the first book of the series, as far as Wikipedia will tell me. (Although it says that (1) Threshold is a prequel to the "Darkglass Mountain" trilogy, and (2) "Darkglass Mountain" is a sequel to the "Wayfarer Redemption", so I guess maybe it is in the same world after all?)

We start with a lone woman preparing to give birth in the frozen north, which was also how the J.V. Jones series started, but I guess that's fine. (It's not a land with a big northern desert like the last two Australian fantasy series I read, at least.) The scene takes a much different twist, though, and I wasn't quite sure where that, or the other prologue scene (with a woman who had just suffered a miscarriage, so completely different), was going. Because we head back south and meet characters from the church (who really hate forests because that's where the Forbidden Ones live), a young noblewoman named Faraday, and Axis, the titular BattleAxe (because apparently when your religion hates trees, axes are a good symbol of that). We also meet a cat who turns out to be significant.

It's not too long before it's revealed that, surprise, trees, and the Forbidden Ones, aren't all bad, that's just a church thing! There's a real enemy, though, and there's a prophecy.

I don't really like the writing in this book. There is a ton of headhopping, repeatedly flitting between the thoughts of different characters on the same page (though maybe not in the same paragraph). I feel like you could get away with this maybe a decade or two earlier, but this book came out in 1995, and I feel like we were already expecting better by then. Also, the central romance in the book just did not convince me. And maybe I'm a little tired of characters being opposed by intolerant churches and those who believe in them, however often they existed in the real world.

Amazingly, there seem to be a lot of people out there who love this book, and I can't really understand why. (I also saw a few, on Goodreads, who apparently returned to it years later and realized it was bad. So maybe this is just more like how I used to love all those Piers Anthony and Jack L. Chalker books.) I will not be continuing in the series and I don't really care what happens. I assume that Axis and Faraday (which I have trouble seeing as a girl's name, btw) get together in the end, probably a bunch of other people die, and from the titles of the second trilogy (Sinner, Pilgrim, and Crusader), which seems to be about the second generation, there'll be more church stuff, and I am just not there for it.

Barry Longyear: Sea of Glass, completed April 22

As I may have mentioned previously, when I do my big series rereads, I always like to include a few other rereads in the cycle too. At the moment that looks like: one book from the Discworld series, one of my old Star Trek novels, one Dick Francis book, and one miscellaneous standalone. Originally these would be done at the end of one series and before the next one, but more recently (perhaps with the Deryni reread, which had four trilogies) I started interspersing them throughout the series instead. With this reread cycle I'm doing three separate series, so I've been doing them between those shorter series.

Picking the standalone has been kind of random, like just whatever occurred to me at the time. This time, nothing had occurred to me, so I went looking back at my spreadsheet where I kept track of when books were added to my reading list, which I call "creed" because…it rhymes with "read", I guess? (I had a fondness for giving files "interesting" names when I was younger, and I keep them because I remember what they mean.) With new books, this was mostly just the date I acquired them, but I also had a list of rereads, and then the date would be when I decided to reread them (or, at least, when I thought of making a note of that fact). And that's where I found Sea of Glass.

I probably first ran across him when I saw his short story collection It Came From Schenectady at the drugstore/newsstand ("Al's News") where I bought my comics. It had a paperback rack where I discovered several writers, and I was into short stories at the time. Later the "Enemy Mine" movie and its novel adaptation came out, and I enjoyed those. Sea of Glass came out in paperback in 1988, and I bought it second-hand but reasonably new. I liked it a lot at the time and apparently, in April of 1996, I decided I wanted to reread it sometime.

Has it aged well? Let's start with the fact that by the beginning of the book, in 2012, the Compact of Nations (which at least includes the U.S. and Canada) has apparently outlawed having children without a license. This is because of a powerful computer system which has apparently determined exactly the right things to do to avoid a horrible death by overpopulation, not to mention also avoiding a nuclear war with the Societs. Because by this point computers would totally be able to calculate all of that, yep. Even though, by the 2020s, computers are still somewhat rare and certainly not something everybody has in their home.

Thomas Windom is an illegal child, kept hidden in an an attic by his parents and raised on a diet of old TV shows and movies. When he is inevitably discovered, he is taken away (and his parents presumably executed) and put into a horrible orphanage system for such illegal children. Horrible things happen there, because legally these kids have no rights, so they have to band together for their protection. Thomas manages to survive, and educate himself, and learn about the computer projections which lead to the omnipresent display of the "Wardate" which the optimal date and time for the future war to occur. But has the computer been orchestrating his entire life?

All in all, I'd have to say that…it hasn't aged well. A lot of the book, this stuff is just in the background, and Thomas's struggles are more important. But near the end it gets a lot more explicit with its Malthusian message, and that part is just problematic. I mean…I get it. In the 80s I was a teenager and I embraced Malthusian beliefs. I refused to watch frickin' Live Aid because I concluded that if we were surging into an overcrowded nightmare, every death by starvation was only a good thing, and sending aid to Ethiopia was therefore wrongheaded. This book even refers to the Ethiopian famine, and mentions "We Are The World" (if not LiveAid), though I can't understand if it's angry at trying to feed the hungry or angry at the government who kept food from them in the first place. Given that we're currently at a world population that was considered scary at the time, and there isn't widespread starvation everywhere, it's clearer that it's wealth inequity and resource hoarding which is the real cause of starvation today. And it's not that many years since I read a book called Empty Planet about the worldwide decline in population growth (even in traditional high-growth areas in Africa and South Asia), which asserts that this is a problem because it will result in a smaller population of young people having to support a larger population of old people. It's possible that some of the population growth decline will be reversed if we manage to undo some of the wealth inequity, so more young people will be financially able to have children if they want to, but I still know plenty of people who just decided having kids was not for them and so they didn't. Anyway. Overpopulation is not likely to be a problem anywhere near as soon as naive projections from the late 20th century may have painted it.

And also, the idea of a computer, in the early 21st century, that is so smart that it can predict what individual people will do, even with constant monitoring, just strikes me as absurd. Leaving aside the fact that the author never even considered that computers might become more common or more portable, just the idea of infallible computing devices that can take everything into account has aged poorly as well.

So as I finished this reread, my headcanon is not that the computer saw a real problem with overpopulation that could only be solved through drastic action, and Thomas ended up believing in it; my headcanon is that a devoted Malthusian programmed a computer with his own assumptions about overpopulation, and then managed to get it to oversee large chunks of the operation of Compact of Nations. By the end of the book the "Consolidationist" views are becoming dominant, and the computer is being removed, and Thomas thinks that there's only one way to save humanity. In the end, he's wrong, but he can't allow himself to believe that. What does the author believe? Doesn't matter. I believe that Malthusianism is wrong, so even if the author thought Thomas was the hero, I'm free to believe that he was wrong, and an unreliable narrator, not the only clear-thinker in the world or something.

Before this reread I would probably have thought of this book as a five-star. Now it's maybe three. I doubt I'll hang on to it to reread it again. Sorry, Barry.

Gemma Files: A Book of Tongues, completed April 26

Time to try another new author, a new female author, and this time from my list of authors I know little or nothing about. Often I call this list the "pool-table books" because, well, currently they're being stored on the pool table in the middle of our library, a leftover from the previous owners that has not been used for pool in some time because it's covered in books because of bookshelf space shortage. You know how it goes.

It's not quite fair to use this book, perhaps, because I believe I had heard Gemma Files's name bruited about in Canadian speculative fiction circles. I don't remember how exactly we got this particular book--did we buy it at a convention (it's a ChiZine Publications book, so unlikely to be in the bookstores we frequent), or get it as a freebie, or what? I would've maybe thought it was one of the batch of books my wife got the year she was a juror for the Sunburst Award, but it's the wrong year. Anyway, I had no other female author candidates in mind, so I decided I might as well grab it. My initial impression is that it's "weird west", a.k.a. a western with magic and/or horror elements.

My second impression is that it makes me think of William S. Burroughs's The Place of Dead Roads. Which I admit I have only read once, and that long ago, but I have listened to the album "You're The Guy I Want To Share My Money With" many more times. That album has four sides, one each for Laurie Anderson, William S. Burroughs, and John Giorno, and one shared one (multi-grooved on vinyl, so you didn't know whose track you were getting when you put the needle down). Burroughs's side was almost entirely made up of excerpts from The Place of Dead Roads, and so those are probably his pieces that I'm most familiar with. Anyway, Dead Roads's protagonist is Kim Carson, a gay gunfighter who in one scene kills a couple of homophobes in a saloon. The first chapter here feels almost like an homage to that, as Chess Pargeter (not our starting protagonist, but a major character who gets POV later) does just that. And in fact, the "Place of Dead Roads" is referenced multiple times in the book. Is that a Burroughs homage or was Burroughs referencing something else? (It sounds like The Place of Dead Roads is considered a minor work in Burroughs's oeuvre, apart from its appearance on that record.) In fact, that phrase appears more times in the book than its actual title, which only comes up once and I'm not sure what it has to do with anything. But then, you know, titles, am I right?

There's a lot of Aztec mythology references, which is interesting (I'm always like, "I recognize that god!" when all I mean is that they were in the AD&D Deities & Demigods). There's a whole lot of gay sex, frankly more than I'm comfortable with but that's just a me problem; Tumblr might like it. There is a certain amount of "nobody's a nice guy" syndrome where it's hard to know who, if anyone, to cheer for. I read the book all the way to the end, but I didn't always enjoy it, and I didn't always understand what was going on. I suspect that I won't be seeking out other books in the series.

Joe Zieja: Communication Failure, completed April 30

Humour is hard, particularly when combined with another genre. I mean, there's classics like the Hitchhiker's Guide series, which showed a remarkable adaptability from radio show into book into TV show into movie, and Red Dwarf, which somehow went from something more like a sitcom in space to some darkly satirical novel adaptations. I remember reading John DeChancie's The Kruton Interface, adaptation of an apparently funny stage play, but kind of meh as a book. And I wasn't 100% sold on Steven Erikson's Star Trek pastiche Willful Child. So when I picked up the first Joe Zieja book, Mechanical Failure, it looked like it might be funny. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it also had a certain amount of heart to it, so there was something behind the gags and the cast of kooky characters, and I wanted to go on in the series.

So in the first book, our hero, Rogers, (who I can't help picturing as Ed Mercer from "The Orville", except with a beard), a former smuggler now in the space navy, is on a ship with a roster of colourful crewmates as well as a number of, well, mechanical failures, including the ships' droids who end up going on a killing spree. As a result of surviving that, he's ended up more or less in charge. Unfortunately, now there's a large fleet from the nearby Thelicosans, who send the message "We're invading," then immediately suppress all communication. The whole thing is a ghastly misunderstanding, but gung-ho subordinates on both sides are all too eager to end the Two Hundred Years (And Counting) Peace because of it. Rogers and his opposite number in the Thelicosans have to try to overcome the incompetence of their subordinates (and themselves) and maybe try not to start a war. Except it turns out that the Thelicosan captain has a huge crush on Rogers.

The book seems to work effectively as both a science fiction and a humour book, with plots and skulduggery and culture clashes as well as ludicrous situations. Plus it's got an overarching plot leading into the third book, which I should totally see if I can buy from somewhere now.

I finished another month of Marvel Comics, but I haven't really started a new nonfiction yet; instead, I ended up pulling The Internet Is A Playground by David Thorne off my shelf for a reread. I mostly remember him from his passive-aggressive torment of his coworker who wanted him to make up "missing cat" posters for her cat Missy, but I guess he had a whole website of stuff which turned into this book. Rereading it now, though, it seems like he's mostly just being random at real people who are bugging him through email, often for money that he owes them, and about half the time it works and they decide it's not worth it. I'm not finding it particularly funny this time, and maybe I should stop, but I keep wondering if there are some funny bits in it somewhere. I'm beginning to suspect not, though.

#books #reading #C.J. Cherryh #Morgaine #Barry Longyear #Gemma Files #Joe Zieja #Epic Failure #Sara Douglass #The Wayfarer Redemption #Brandon Sanderson #Alcatraz Vs. The Evil Librarians #Wole Talabi #Shigidi

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Me having many thoughts on one specific subject that’s taking over my brain?? Colour me shocked. We’re back on the RE9 train with whatever I’m thinking about, coherent or not.

Can’t remember if I’ve said this before but I 100% believe Ada’s scrapped role in Village was because of bigger plans for the connections but got cut due to story reasons. Two games in and we still don’t really know what the deal is with these bitches. I think we’re going to see Ada come back in the next game because she’s gonna be linked to The Connections in some way, either she’s working for them, she’s going to destroy them or she’s a double/triple agent. She’s got a lot going on so it could be any of those.

Next is more of a wishful thinking and there’s no evidence to even believe this will happen but I think Jill making an epic return would not only send the fandom into a frenzy but also make for great storytelling with the whole BSAA plot. There’s going to be a big thing in the next game with Chris uncovering the corruption of the BSAA, and I think a little bit of drama would push the story forward with Jill pointing out his hypocrisy. I’ll have to go into this at some point because I don’t know if canonically she’s considered a BOW or not. Some say super solider, for the sake of my theory/desire I say that’s semantics. Point is Chris was pissed at the end of Village after the BSAA sent in a BOW. If Jill were to side with the BSAA she would point out that she’s a BOW and Chris doesn’t have a problem with her being an agent. I’m shaky on the canon as always but if Chris omitted a lot of details surrounding what happened to Jill in Africa, he would be a hypocrite for being upset that the BSAA is also involved in coverups. I think it would serve for a good back and forth dispute for the morality of bioterrorism and how far one would go to protect humanity. Allegedly this will be the conclusion of some kind of story, again not sure no reading comprehension, so imagine it ends where we began, with Chris and Jill as the protagonists on their separate journeys. Poetic stuff. Big but here, I have a thing with over complicating a lot of things and these things end up with too much crammed in. I don’t know, we’ll see. I don’t particularly want to see the end of our favs but who even knows. If I could be a fly on the wall of wherever capcom discusses the writing I would be so happy.

Again with The Connections because there’s so many questions and whatnot. One thing I would like to see would be they’ve either been kind of running the BSAA for a long time or they’ve wormed their way into control. Like destroying it from the inside because they’re a pain for them. I keep thinking back to the Zoe Baker article from Village. Covering up what happened to the Bakers would really only benefit The Connections. The BSAA would have caught some of the blame for failing to deal with Eveline when they had the chance (apparently in 2014) and only catching onto where she was three years later after countless deaths. But at the same time a full coverup doesn’t make sense. Unless the BSAA and the Connections have some ties that are yet to be revealed.

This is also why I think Zoe Baker would be a good protagonist for the next game. After the incident she became a journalist, and seems willing to expose whoever she needs to in order to get her family’s story out there. She has the motive to want to go after The Connections, as well as the BSAA for their role. And for the survival horror vibe we don’t want to lose, she’s not some kind of agent with special weapons and gadgets at her disposal. Chris wouldn’t work as the lead because he’s got all of that plus the experience, I can’t him being really affected by the horrors around him. Plus for the storytelling purposes Chris dealing with someone who has no faith in the BSAA would bring him closer to the truth. If I don’t get my Jill wish, those dynamics would still work here. I think the question of the protagonist for the next game is an important one because RE7 learned from the mistakes of 6. Every character was already capable and ready to fight against the BOWs which took away from the horror. Ethan Winters was a decent protagonist because he was just a guy. But for RE9 I don’t think a new character could just be plucked from a street corner. There has to be a connection (I guess it’s a pun even though I hate it) to what’s been going on and where the franchise has been heading.

Next little thing is I’ve been looking at wish lists for the next game and don’t plan on stopping. There have been some, maybe one, talks of getting the OGs back together for one last mission, because again it’s been alleged to that 9 is closing a chapter. Not sure if true but regardless I don’t think that would be a good idea right now because Death Island only recently came out and despite enjoying it I don’t think every character really got their chance to shine. These are beloved characters and realistically for me there’s not enough time in the world to give me what I want. Whatever, timing wise it would be a little bit like okay that’s just been done what else do you have. If it’s true that re9 will be the ending for something, I believe it will be Chris’ story, likely with him retiring. Depending on where the story goes with the BSAA he either destroys them or saves them, then he’s ready to call it a day. He probably wouldn’t stop working to end bioterrorism but maybe step away from the action and instead work as an advisor or something. He won’t die because he’s mentioned by Rose Winters in the future, so let’s not worry, he’s safe. Regardless of what and who is happening where in the how, if we’re heading towards the end of the legacy characters, they should have been ushering in others to take up the mantle by now. Also goes into my theory about why we’re not getting numbered titles anymore. The numbers indicate the timeline going forward, so just using a catchy title means they can move around in time. Village took place in 2021? Well guess what mimi three games from now we’re in 2002. Don’t have to rely on remakes to stall the future of the games we’ve got all the time in the world to fuck around. With this theory we can establish the protégés from whenever, maybe some we’ve already met before. Because she’s my favourite character please let Moira Burton be one of them. Her nemesis could easily be Alex Wesker/Natalia the blueprint is there I can see it.

Can’t remember if I talked about my barebones concept for the next game but nothing much else has been thought. Still a town that’s been covered by mold within a forest. Depending on the timeline it was kind of destroyed by the mold either in the 50’s or 80’s and ever since has been stuck in that time for some fun aesthetics, similar to bioshock and fallout in ways. If we’re dealing with the end of an era perhaps go back to what remains of raccoon city? Meh whatever. Need to learn how to read before I get any sense of what I want to see in resident evil.

This is going to take over my life again for a while so I’m gonna be looking everywhere at theories and wish lists and all that jazz. Also hyped for remakes so any creative fans out there I need to find your art of reimagined characters.

#did someone say verbal diarrhoea??#resident evil #resident evil 9 #the anticipation is killing me #I need to know and I need to know now

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