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he’s about to cross the abbey road

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1984 Monaco，Ayrton shared his first podium with Alain.

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discarded all the naughty nights for niceness

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want to cry? here's an instagram post from ruth buscombe on the day charles announced he signed with ferrari

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**Fanfic Commissions - Custom Stories Crafted Just for You!**

**Sample Work Available (NSFW, SA implications)**

I specialize in writing vignettes—short, impactful stories that focus on quality over quantity. I don't charge per word because I believe it can compromise the flow of the prose and your overall reading experience.

I accept commissions for the following fandoms:

- **F1RPF (Classic (pre Michael domination) and modern**

- **Warrior Cats** (OC or Canon)

- **Genshin Impact** (Up to the end of the Fontaine quest)

- ZZZ

- Honkai: Star Rail

- **Criminal Minds**

- **House M.D.**

Many of my works explore darker themes like trauma, depression, and more, so I'm comfortable with intense subject matter. I can also handle sex scenes, but only if they serve the narrative of the vignette.

**How to Request a Commission:**

1. Submit your **pairing + prompt** or **pairing + genre**.

2. For OC pairings, please provide detailed personality information for both characters.

**OC Fanfics:**

Pricing for OC fics will vary based on the depth of your characters. A story with well-developed characters is much easier to write, so please provide detailed information. I can't deliver 500 words if your characters are mere "cardboard cutouts."

**What I Won't Write:**

- Gratuitous porn (remember, I focus on vignettes, not explicit material).

**Finished Commissions:**

- My pieces typically exceed 500 words.

- Specify your preferred format: Google Docs, Word file, or PDF.

- IMPORTANT: I do **not** post commissioned works on AO3. If privacy is a concern, feel free to provide a throwaway email for delivery.

**Pricing:**

- **$15 SGD** per 500-word piece (Flat base price).

- $28 for 1000 words- so on and so forth.

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I don’t believe in soulmates. Five words. Five simple words.. He scrubbed and scrubbed at them - in the shower until his skin was pink, and his fingers were bleeding. Until the water - never more than lukewarm - had turned frigid, cold enough to freeze the tear tracks on his cheeks. Until his eyes were tearless - his snot and phlegm dried in his throat.

Then, he stepped out.

Grabbed a warm hoodie and thick pants. Slipped hand warmers into his pockets for protection against the biting cold. Opened his apartment door- a chill breeze blew in with a curl of dust. Inhaled. Braced. Ventured out into the world.

His phone lit up with texts. Buzzing like an angry hornet’s nest. Non-stop. He sighed. Pulled it out, thumb-swiping the familiar pattern to unlock the screen. Eighteen assorted WhatsApp messages.

Salo: hey dude- did it work?

Mika: No. Nice waste of $14. .

Oh. That’s too bad- it was worth a shot though! Better than having-

BEEP! A horn blared. “Hey! watch where you’re going!” a cabby yelled. A fist shook. Mika shot him an irritated glare, gesturing toward the bright green crossing man flashing on the traffic light across the intersection. The cabby glowered. His car rolled forward, one centimetre… Mika ducked his head and crossed the street.

The drab grey university building loomed before him. Cinderblock. Tattered posters and banners flapped in the wind. Students, their heads retracted into black blazers, hurried across the courtyard, trailed by white eddies. The only pop of colour- a crimson jacket. And it's owner, spittle flying from his mouth as he hawked his wares. Tiny bottles of some clear liquid, stacked precariously over the mobile pushcart beside him.

Mika sighed. “Michael.”

The man turned. His eyes widen. Then, grinning, smile dimpling at the edges. “Ah! A repeat customer! Welcome!” He rubbed his hands together. ”What can I get for you-“

“Is there anything real in that cart? You sold me a dud.” He held up an identical bottle, pinched between his thumb and index. “$14 dollars is a steal, huh?”

Michael squinted at him. And the bottle. “I… sold you a… huh. I could swear I- May I?” He reached out, taking the bottle into palm. His eyebrows drew together, his face crinkling. “Hmm. Yes. As I thought.” He turned back to the cart. “I’ll just get you a-“

The bottle went flying. Mika ducked out of the way, hands flying up to protect his face- sprayed with the god-knew-what liquid as it smashed on the floor. Perkele! His eyes watered in response. “You bastard-“ he coughed, struggling to breathe. “You-“ he doubles over coughing. Sneakers squealed on the concrete pavement

. By the time he was finished blinking the tears out of his eyes- Michael was long gone. And those goddamn words were still there on his wrist. I don’t believe in soulmates. Mika growled. Tugged his sleeve over them.

Something something: soulmate AU where they know each others deepest secrets- it’s written on their skins.

Something something: discrimination against soulmate pairs for “security concerns”

Something, something: Michael’s a con man promising ways to painlessly remove obvious soul-mate tattoos, Mika’s a university student /CIA (or whatever the Finnish equivalent is) agent on track to be one of the best b4 the damn tattoos showed up-

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THE KING’S HONOUR

16+, Released August 4 2024, 2h 11m, Action/Adventure/Romance/Comedy/Fantasy

Commander of the Kingsguard, Aonghus (Michael Schumacher) finds himself as Acting Regent when King Conall (Mika Häkkinen) falls to a curse in battle. Unable to search for a cure himself as the kingdom threatens to fall to outside threats and inner political schemes, he sends out his second in command, Fiachra (Lewis Hamilton) to find a way to save his king.

Where To Watch:

Rent The King’s Honour on Fandango at Home, Prime Video, Apple TV, or buy it on Fandango at Home, Prime Video, Apple TV.

Critics Consensus

Once you get past the horrendously unrealistic costuming, The King’s Honour becomes an admittedly predictable, but humorous, effortless evening watch.

Read Critics Reviews.

Critics Reviews View All (132)

Damon Hill TOP CRITIC

Newsweek

There are worse crimes than fan service but at least do it with a bit more effort and skill than this. 

Rated 1.5/5 | Aug 2 2024 Full Review

Will Buxton TOP CRITIC

Common Sense Media

To save the king, you must first break the curse. A very compact and concise film, but weak on the soundtrack and dialogue. Too many unnecessary monologues.

Rated 3/5 | Aug 4 2024 Full Review

Jenson Button TOP CRITIC

Vogue

Knocked off half a star because no one took their shirts off. Unrealistic. Some of those shirts were far too flowy not to have an ‘accidental’ nip slip.

Rated 4.5/5 | Aug 6 2024 Full Review

Audience Reviews View All (1500+)

Alexanderrr

new comfort movie unlocked i think

Rated 4.5/5 | Aug 23 2024

Prost

My husband spent half our date night bitching abaout every single thing he hated about this film. He always fucks better when he is angry so thank you.

Rated 4/5 | Aug 19 2024

George Russell

Well, that was truly delightful! The cast has amazing chemistry. Both between the lead mains and all the side characters! This is a film that knows what it is (and is not ashamed about it!): a light-hearted film that never takes itself too seriously, but manages not to become a satirical parod…

Rated 5/5 | Sep 5 2024 Full Review

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The King’s Honour

16+ | Magical Realism, Historical Fiction, Romance | Directed by Niki Lauda

This is a truly a soulless and uninspired chickenshit explotation of queerness and the use of fantastical elements in a desperate attempt to prop up a flailing script that falls flat. Calling this ‘magical realism’ is an insult to Gabriel García Márquez’s memory.

Every single element of this film is subpar at best, lacking in colour and substance and a solid foundation of existence. While one would think the landscape the film is shot in, the Scotland highlands, would improve the viewing, but somehow the cinematography is so terrible, it is just another way everything and everyone gets lost. It is a backdrop of breathtaking opportunity and they don’t simply drop the ball but not even bother to pick it up. There is little to no directional awareness in the camera work and the script and the honestly incoherent cinematic flow of this piece. There is not even a NOD to authenticity of any kind, even on a satirical level as that would require a modiqum of thought not seen here.

I could not call this a categorical fail at hubris because I truly can not fathom what Lauda was aiming for here in this production. If someone held a gun to by head and told me to guess the director of this film correctly, my husband would be receiving my life insurance payout in the morning. How the mighty have fallen.

Everyone is a take away from a cigarette break, a sudden career exit, or at some points, a cliff’s face. And in knowing this, it is the only way I feel even remotely connected to what I see on screen.

By ARYTON SENNA

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James Hunt | 3 days ago

I feel fucking exhausted just reading this review. Chill the fuck out and smell the flowers, mate.

Esteban | 5 days ago

Woah.

Sebastian Vettel | 1 week ago

Framing this and putting it up on my fridge. Thank you!

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Review by oscar ★★★★★ ♡ 🗨21

loved it yeah. schumacher’s pussy was OUT OUT so you know. cheers. and i Respect häkkinen’s dedication to serving face even while comatose. but like. it wasn’t very realistic because how in the fuck did no one shove the guy coulthard plays off a tower he was soooo annoying. took me out of the movie a bit can’t lie

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Review by Mick ★★★ 🗨19

A very funny film! Makes me want to go to Scotland! And I’m not just saying that because my Dad’s in it haha. :) Not his best work though :( 

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Review by Alonso ★ 🗨14

Schumacher ran over my dog and didn’t even stop. If any of you even care.

❤ 1,400 likes

@hypersoft-fest Week 1 Collab with @milflewis: Movie review + Historical Regency and Magical Realism

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Like so many times before- Mika parries just an inch too high. Like so many times before- Michael steps into the party. Twists his own sword, locking with Mika’s at the hilt- shoving with his elbow.

Mika’s sword hits the ground. Around them the arena is silent.

*Get up.* Michael begs him, silently, in his head. *Get up- Mika, please.* Show some fight, any fight. Not this passive acceptance. Resignation.

He kneels, quietly, his head bows, hands on his knees. He’s not crying- the time for tears is passed. Had passed last night- when Michael had spent the whole night with him, seated outside his cell.

Michael runs him through.

Some men- pissed themselves. Some cried in pain. Some were defiant till the end- trying to wrest the blade out of Michael’s hands. Mika-

Mika slumps, slowly onto his side. Michael catches him, already sobbing. “Mika. Mika. Stay with me. Please.”

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Someone ushered him away.

He remembers cool tunnels, dim caves. He remembers Mika’s fingers in his. Mika’s hand falling away from his face. The smell of Mika’s blood. Mika’s breathing, heavy and laboured, the exact weight of him in his arms-

They usher him into his bath- the water turning muddy- sand of the arena washing away into the stone channels below the city. But he can’t get Mika’s blood off. He can’t. He scrubs until his skin is burning- his fingers are still sticky and someone’s screaming-

He blinks.

He’s lying on his bed. In his quarters. Naked under the sheets. “ Drink, your highness.” The healer tipped the tincture to his lips. “You’ll feel better.”

It soothes his raw throat as it slips down- *How can I? Mika’s dead!* The drug dragging his eyelids down. Down. Heavy-

He wakes.

Numbness.

Silence.

His father, the king, isn’t there. His father never is. Only Mika ever sat by his bed. Only Mika brushed the hair from his face, changed the cloth on his forehead when he’d struggled with fever- he blinks, tearing his thoughts away like he’d been burned. He swallows, with difficulty. Every little breath hurts.

The chair beside his bed is empty. The throw pillow- Mika’s throw pillow, one he’d bought from a market place as a boy, and insisted on keeping- with its garishly patterned purple and maroon cover is his only company. He makes a mental note to throw it away- have one of the servants bring it to the kitchen to be burnt

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