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[manga-and-stuff]

Spy x Family and famous furniture, Volumes 1-3.

All the covers of the Spy x Family manga feature rather famous mid-century furniture.

Volume one: LC2 Chair by Le Corbusier

Le Corbusier was a very famous Swiss-French architect, designer, painter, urban planner and writer, who was one of the pioneers of what is now regarded as modern architecture.

If you have even a passing interest in architecture, you've probably seen Villa Savoye, which he designed.

Volume two: Marshmallow Sofa by George Nelson

George Nelson was an American industrial designer. He was the lead designer for the Herman Miller furniture company, which is largely responsible for the typical image most people have of 50s America furniture.

Volume three: "Eames La Chaise" by Charles and Ray Eames

Charles Eames and Ray Eames were an American married couple of industrial designers who formed the Eames Office, which also worked with Herman Miller furniture company. They also worked in the fields of industrial and graphic design, fine art, and film.

Their most famous creation is probably their Lounge chair and ottoman:

[starbirdaltair]

so I drew this. I had a lot of fun :)

[hazelfoureyes]

A Doe in Fall (part 5)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦

Part 5 Too Much

Actions famously speak louder than words, so what did you say, exactly, to Alastor with your actions that night? You were briefly rattled by what happened in the park but not for the obvious reasons. Despite everything, despite your fears, you found the situation deepening between you two when he suddenly invites to stay the night at his home. Perhaps he had fears of his own?

「Warnings/Promises: Human Alastor x Fem Burlesquer reader, No smut! That’s next part because this part was already super fucking long 😭 , but we do flirt our asses off and get taken by the hand, crying, panic attacks, discussions of murder, dead bodies, you really have to stop smoking, deer, adorably nervous Alastor, this man owns more than one mug you fucking know it」

19 days later… 😩 please don’t kill me. 5000 words here, Another like 6000 words are posting this Thursday, also tumblr wouldn’t let me post this for like an hour , just gave me error messages, I had to copy and paste 4 times so there may be some errors in here so let me know if you find spelling or format issues🙏

When he came to, momentarily either unconscious or just incapacitated as his brain started up again, he was frantic for his glasses. He could hear the sounds of a brutal death, the crunch of anger, the squish of rage. 

His eyes focused now, slightly askew and smudged glasses helping him see you clearly. 

Leaning over the man, hands red and face twisted in a marriage of fear and wrath, you were bringing a large rock down on the man’s unrecognizable face over and over and over and—

You flinched when Alastor’s hands delicately slipped down your arms and peeled your fingers from the rock.

Full body shaking, “He was going to kill you!” You said it too loud, too fast. “He was going to—,” Your breath got caught in your throat, “He wanted to— He was trying to kill you, Alastor.”

Wet with mud and blood and the rain still left on the grass, you were pulled into Alastor’s lap. He tucked your head into the crook of his neck with a small wince and hugged you. “He was. He almost did.” Low and slow, his chest rumbled when he said it. “You did such a good job.”

You looked down at your hands, but he pulled your face back up to look at his, “Always surprising me in the best ways.”

You’d forgotten already, how when adrenaline wanes you’re left with terrible tremors and a suddenly clear head. Alastor almost died. You hadn’t thought at all when it happened. Everything had taken place so fast, faster than your brain could process.

You had seen Alastor stop struggling against the man, his body went still and your eyes were blinded with tears, there was a horrible sound that may have come from you, and then there was nothing. A flash of running Colors. Distant muddled sounds.

Maybe you saw someone grab a rock. 

You might have hit the man on the back of the head. 

You think he fell down and something didn’t stop moving against him. 

Perhaps you thought if you hit him enough you could make it have not happened at all. If you killed him fast enough, Alastor would have been fine and standing.

But you weren’t sure. You blinked and Alastor was touching you and underneath you was a pulp of a man’s face. 

Alastor’s heart was racking against his ribs. Arms tightening around you unconsciously as his eyes landed on the dead man.

He’d gotten too comfortable. He pushed too hard. He wanted too much. He was too much.

He felt himself spilling over and staining your hands metaphorically and now literally.

You didn’t feel anything. Not during. Now you felt too much.

Your mind was filled with an echoing chorus of, ‘He almost killed him. He almost died. He almost killed him. He almost died. He almost died. He almost died.” 

There was a strange fear that Alastor had died, and any second you’d blink again and be alone in the trees with two dead men. You twisted in his lap,  hands rocketing to Alastor’s face and gripping the sides of his head. You were staring into his eyes, panting.

“You can’t die. I’ll—,” tears poured down your face in streams not drops. Your throat closed around the words. Short and fast, your breath ran wild. Hands tingling, your lips felt like they were pricked with a hundred tiny needles. 

Alastor pushed down his own mess of emotions, “One deep breath in.” His hands settled on yours,  still on his face. He could feel the familiar stickiness of drying blood in his hair. “Keep breathing in.” You coughed, shaking your head no. “You can, I promise it. Would I lie to you?”

You laughed, managing to catch your breath for a moment, “Y-yes.” 

“Well, now you’re adding insult to injury.” He made a show of rubbing his neck. You smacked his chest lightly, breathing in twice in a row.

He held both of your hands in both of his, “Name a time I’ve ever lied.” He distracted you but wounded himself. He could name a time.

You tried to think. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re just a really good liar.” Your voice was hoarse. 

Alastor nodded, “That’s true, there’s actually nothing I can’t do well.”

Another laugh, a cry, “Stop it.”

His warm, clean hands wiped your tears. “You’re being aggressive again, sweetheart. You know I prefer soft spoken women.”

The laughter helped break the cycle of hyperventilating. As your breathing finally got to a manageable speed you felt exhaustion deep in your bones.

All at once the sensations became prominent. Your knees were red and muddy, your hands bloody, your left side and back wet. You were sticky and sore and cold. “Alastor,” his legs were framing you, yours now folded under yourself and digging into rocks, “I wanna go home.” You adjusted his glasses, “Together.” 

If he had a reason to say no, he ignored it. 

“I thought I was the messy one.” He washed your hands with the water cans and settled you into the passenger seat of his car. Alastor took care of filling the trunk and cleaning the ground before sliding into the driver's seat.

He turned to you, his face dirty and clothes worse. You looked down at yourself; knees a color of wine, and blue dress now dyed brown.

“I know you have to get rid of him. So, I won’t ask you to sleep over. Just,” you felt sleepy, mind asking you to let it catch up, “let me take care of you for a little bit. Okay?”

His hand slipped onto your leg, he wanted to make a joke about sex or murder hoping to make you laugh again. But it was obvious he needed to be quiet, so he just nodded.

Alastor left the car on a side street behind your building. The man whose name you never asked concealed under canvas and red oil tins.

Luckily everything was clean in your apartment. It was small, just one room and a bathroom. The other apartments you’d seen had communal toilets and showers so you were quite proud of your space. You’d made it yours, gifted trinkets here and there, walls decorated with hanging dried flowers you'd had thrown at your feet. A shrine to your abilities.

You peeled off his clothes, tossing them in the kitchen sink and wiping off as much dirt as you could with a damp rag. 

Clothing hanging over the radiator, you both got into the shower. Cold and wet now hot and soaking,  you took his hands and sat you both down in the tub while the water ran down. Taking your time, you gently scratched the blood and mud from his hair and let it all wash away.

When fully cleaned and dried off he slipped on the only bit of clothing he had left, a loose pair of boxer shorts. You had a slip, silky and soft, to comfort you. Your mother wore silk, and it always made you feel safe. The way the fabric slid around its self and others, never catching or bunching up, was something you always hoped to emulate; smooth and cool, but always in need of a little caution and care.

A small bed meant for one, but you offered it. When Alastor motioned for you to slide in too, you didn’t hesitate.

Nose to nose, the room was quickly heating up with the radiator's help. 

You hadn’t been in a bed with Alastor in nearly two months, not since that first time. His words stuck to you like embroidered messages lovingly stitched into a handkerchief you didn’t want to lose. So you kept your hands between your thighs, still and away, to make sure he had space to exist in your bed.

“You saved my life.” Alastor whispered, one of you finally bringing up the obvious.

A hummed acknowledgment, “That makes us even.” He saved you before, you did the same in turn. A little piece of you worried the contract was done and he’d disappear.

“No, my dear. I owe you so much more.” A kiss to your cheek.

A terrifying thought took hold of you. “Roll over.” He looked confused but did. You were always asking him to turn away, always trying to hide your face when you said things that scared you. You hooked your arms under his and held tightly. 

“If I wasn’t there, there’s no one to have told me. How long would I have waited,” another torrent of tears into his back you couldn’t keep in if you tried, “at the phone booth for you to call in the morning.”

You were crying like a child, uncontrolled and with your entire body. Pathetic. 

He had never had someone to worry about those details. Everyone truly close to him was dead. Until now, of course. 

Of course.

What a natural addition you provided to him. He thought it like that it was a long standing fact.

He hugged your arms tighter to his chest. 

A shiver of fear in the warm bed as you continued, “I want to be there. With you. Always.” You gathered your courage. Shields completely down, if just for a moment, “I know there was nothing right about tonight but,” you wiped your tears off his back with your palm, reabsorbing that pain before he could soak it in, “Please. Don’t shut me out now. I’ll go to hell tomorrow for you but please don’t damn me to picking up a newspaper and seeing your name in the headlines; Learning you died in block letters for a nickel. I wouldn’t survive it.”

You didn’t want to meet his eyes, worried rejection was waiting for you there, so you’d asked him to turn so you could hide. He picked up your hands and kissed your knuckles one by one. “Please don’t say things like that outloud. Things like ‘go to hell’ and ‘tomorrow’ so close together. The spirits can hear you.” A kiss to your palm, “And I wouldn’t dare shut you out.” He couldn’t. The very idea of going back to how he was before, alone and mumbling to the dead, made his heart race with his own panic. If you disappeared tomorrow he was scared to think what would happen to him. “Plus, I know you’d just find me anyway. You always do.”

Had you not been there, he would have still tried to kill the man. Waiting in an alley or for a walk home through an empty space. You weren’t at fault. He’d been hurt before, but this was by far the worst situation he had been in. But he would have been in it regardless of your participation. Alastor pressed his lips into your hand, smelling the soap you’d washed him with. 

You hadn’t hesitated. He had thought you would run, that he’d slip away into death and you’d book it to safety. Something he never planned to ask you to do, to kill someone, you’d done it for him when it was the most selfless option. Did he mean so much to you? He wanted to ask, but if you said anything other than an immediate yes he feared he would turn to a pillar of salt and crumble.

If you both could find the courage to just look at each other you’d have all your answers. But you couldn’t. The fear still too strong. So you changed the topic for a chance at an escape.

A small confession, to turn the conversation away from death. “After our dates, your cologne always lingers on my clothes. Sometimes I just fall asleep in them. When I wake up, my pillow smells like you.” Your body formed against his back, pressing as tightly as you could. How was that less embarrassing than everything else you’d said when it was arguably more pathetic?

He was quiet. You worried you’d pushed too far. Alastor worried he’d already hurt you too much.

“If you asked me,” he spoke slowly, hands resting on yours above his heart, a deep breath, “I’d stop.” He would. 

But, “I’d never ask that of you.” You said it so quickly, like blinking or yawning it happened without you needing to think about it. Alastor did something he felt he needed to do, you saw that look in his eyes before and understood this was Alastor at his truest. And the people he killed weren’t good people. He provided a service to New Orleans that no one appreciated.

He smiled against your palm, making sure you felt it, “Why are you so good to me?”

Without hesitation, Because I love you.

After a beat of silence, “Because you know where I live, obviously.”

A huff, “And where you work.” 

“And the park where I like to get fingered.”

Finally, his unburdened laugh, “I didn’t expect you to say that.” That sound of his joy bounced off the thin walls around you both. He rarely expected anything you said or did. It was part of your charm. Normally he could predict what people would say like reading a bad story, but you were something else. Effortlessly entertaining, was that a compliment? He was sure you’d say no and make that face you always did, something between a pout and a glare, between sad and angry. 

He had been asking genuinely. Why were you so good to him? Why so patient? Why care at all? 

“Can you sleep? Or do you need to go?” 

Alastor thought about it, if he left early enough he could still get home in time to empty the trunk. He hummed an affirmative, when he didn’t move you understood it was the former. He didn’t want to go. He needed more time. He needed to feel you nearby. An odd sense that if he pulled away now the thread holding you two together would pull him apart at the seams with the distance. 

You would think nightmares would plague you after killing someone in cold blood, but no. You practically killed Tommy, when you considered it thoroughly. And while this night was not a joy, you had defended yourself and Alastor. You didn’t feel bad. You didn’t regret it. You were just scared you did a bad job. That you’d get caught. 

The kind of dreams you had were different kinds of scary. Of Alastor always leaving a room when you entered, of falling off the stage and landing too far down, of waking up to feel Alastor cold beside you. 

When you did wake, your arms were still tight around him and he was warm. Your forehead rested between his shoulder blades. You didn’t feel different this time, you didn’t feel changed like after Tommy.

Alastor always had nightmares so he wasn’t surprised to have them in your bed. He dreamt he awoke on the ground, the man was gone but you were there broken into several pieces.

Had it been a dream though? 

After he dressed, you brushing his hair over a shared cup of coffee (you only had the single mug), you walked him to his car. The sun was nearly up and luckily no one else was. You had just wrapped a coat around your slip, not exactly acceptable clothing for being in public.

A shared kiss, small and chaste, Alastor’s mind elsewhere. He opened the door but stopped and turned back to you. It was always in these moments before you two parted that he felt the most frantic. 

“I know we love talking in circles and making jokes, but I have to ask you, bluntly. You killed a man. Are you alright?” When you only blinked, he quickly added, “It’s okay if you’re not.” His expression was pure worry, furrowed brows and flat mouth. “Nothing will change if you say you’re not.”

When you started to smile, Alastor thought he had lost his mind. The sun was rising behind you, making the shadows on your face slowly shift. He took a second to take in the scene. Ankles naked with sockless shoes. To your right was a trunk full of a dead man. And you just smiling like he’d made a joke. Which he explicitly said he wasn’t going to do.

“I don’t feel like I killed anyone.” You said it with a levity that made him glance around, wondering if you’d hit your head a little too hard earlier, “I feel like I stopped someone from killing you. Which feels,” you fought to suppress your smile from growing any further, “kinda good. Like I’m strong. I’m just scared I made a mistake and police will find out. I’m terrified we’ll be seperated. But I don’t feel bad.”

A normal man would be deeply concerned. You didn’t feel bad? For killing a man with a rock? Arguably one of the most brutal ways to murder a person. A normal man would worry he would be next.

Luckily for you both, Alastor was not a normal man. He stared at your face, trying to discern any hints of deceit there before he fell into the comfort of trust.

Your pinky came out, “I’m fine, and if I’m ever not, I will tell you. Promise.” His eyes left your face to stare at the tiny digit, “If I break the promise, you get to break the pinky.”

“Pinkies are useless, we should use a finger that matters.” He offered his index. You let yourself laugh, hooking your pointer finger with his.

Smile to smile, he exhaled his stress and slipped into his normal demeanor, “No worries, darling! No one will ever know what happened to him.” He leaned beside you and patted the trunk. “Leave it to me.”

Alastor drove away with the man, ready to disappear the body and try to sleep before work if possible. A nagging still sat in his stomach, a little pull that maybe you’d change your mind. 

He asked you the next morning, on your routine call, if he could stop by the theater when he finished with work that night. No reason in particular. He’d pull into the side street, and you could run out to see him.

When he arrived, you were in your stage outfit waiting to greet the crowd. Alastor smiled, “The prettiest bird I’ve ever seen!”

“A bird? Alastor just ‘pretty’ woulda been a fine compliment.” 

He offered an apology by way of kiss, soft hands coming to your cheek as he leaned against the door of his car. “I just wanted to see you. Steal a kiss before you stole some hearts. May I return tomorrow?”

Ah, that feeling again. Stupid school girl with her first crush, her first taste of love. “I wouldn’t complain.” 

That flow of conversation eased Alastor, things felt normal already. For you, they were. A small worry remained he may begin to act differently but the only difference was he seemed to be embracing you deeper. 

After your delivered kiss, you took the stage like a woman reborn. The warmth of the light felt like the sun. Pointed toes as you moved along the stage, hips loose and smile coy. 

As you looked around the backlit crowd you didn’t search for a good mark. The times you did play a man’s attention for Alastor were different, it felt like art when you lured men into Alastor’s claws.

A shake of your feathered fans, a very controlled lowering of your head, you let a hip rock out into view. A little flash of inner thigh. Then, your favorite part. One hand gripped your fans as you them with the aide of practiced fingers. Free hand undoing your still remarkably heavy and glittering bra and handing it behind the curtain.

Surprise reveal, a naked magic trick done behind distracting whirling feathers. Arms open, fans high, you waited for the applause to die down. Deep breaths were not possible, adrenaline and the weight of your costume keeping you from hiding the heaving of your chest. 

The whistles were your favorite. You couldn’t imagine Alastor whistling but you were sure it would be flawless in its ability to capture your attention. 

“Anyone wanna smoke? I don’t want to go into the alley alone.” You asked the room, several girls glancing your way and shaking their heads no as you hurried back in from your set.

“Just take the fire escape to the roof. That’s where we’ve been smoking since Mr. Brady said it was dangerous at night.” Florence was normally a perfect smoking partner, never talking too much. The name Brady made your stomach flip though, you had forgotten about him for a second. You’d managed to avoid him until Tommy’s bloody trail went cold, but you knew he still stalked around the jazz and music district.

A dancer laughed, “Nighttime has always been dangerous for women.”

Someone you didn’t see added, “Fuck, daytimes not safe either.” 

You climbed the creaky and seemingly forgotten-about fire escape to the roof. The breeze hit your face before your feet even left the metal railing. 

It was… a roof. Grey painted floors and brick sides. Nothing special, but you could see the bowl full of discarded cigarettes near the front of the building. You looked over the short wall that edged the front, you were able to see the pigeon shit covered marquee. What an unattractive view, the lights flashing out from beneath actual shit.

There was a metaphor there, you were sure. 

Looking around, there were a few wicker chairs hidden in the shadow of the street’s lights, thankfully upside down to keep them clean from the birds.

If more people used roofs instead of alleys Alastor would be out of luck. Tommy was difficult enough with a staircase, the fire escape would have been the nail in that coffin. 

It had been a lovely night, absolutely jarring compared to the night before. You leaned back in the chair, you knew you weren’t the best at saying what you meant. Especially when the words you offered could be used to hurt you. Words of affection and love, when true, were daggers given handle-first to someone else. 

So you hoped Alastor could guess how much he meant to you. You shouldn’t need to say it, right? Actions speak louder than words. You bludgeoned a man to death for what you had thought was a lost cause. It had seemed Alastor was already dead when you first brought down the rock. 

Diamonds are rocks, you considered. The most expensive costume the theater had was peacock feathered with shining crystals. You wanted to say you felt like a peacock, spirit large and wide and colorful. But those were males. Of course they were. The animal kingdom had males compete for mates with pretty colors and lovely songs. Now ladies pranced around in painted faces and short dresses. You didn’t feel pale or small like the ‘fairer sex’ peacock.

You felt like the swan. Vicious and beautiful, not out shone by anyone.

Well there was someone you’d allow to shine brighter. Someone you’d happily let take the lead. You’d thought letting a man walk in front of you was a sign of subservience. It hadn’t ever occurred to you that there could be respect in trusting someone else to go ahead. That the act of going first could be for protection and not power.

“Hey!”

You hurried to the fire escape, “yeah?”

“There’s a man asking for you. Tall guy named Frank?”

Frank?

Oh, Frank.

You’d forgotten about him. He’d left months ago. He was a whale, rich and generous. You took a moment to consider sitting down with him, smiling and laughing at his jokes, letting his hand settle on your thigh. It had been weeks since you entertained scamming anyone, and now you couldn’t even stomach the idea of faking interest in another man. Frank wasn’t one to scam, he just liked having a pretty lady on his arm to make him feel young and wanted, and in exchange you got into private parties and were gifted jewelry and clothing.

“Tell him I’m busy and send him off.” You hollered down. You could buy your own clothes. 

“Did he leave?” Alastor asked you the next morning, you leaning against the glass phone booth in the early morning light.

Your finger wrapped around the phone cord, “No of course not! They never do. I snuck out the back.”

There was a hum, “Well my dear, you’ve offered me a wonderful transition into my next question.” Alastor was sitting at his kitchen table, nervously turning his coffee cup around in circles, “Would you like to come over tomorrow night? I can pick you up after your show.”

Like a glacier drifting away from shore, you very slowly crouched down in the booth. “To your home?” 

“No, to Alabama.” He waited a beat, “Yes of course my home. I can show you what happens after I drive away.” A cheeky smile evident through his voice.

You pressed the phone receiver into your chest, teeth chewing on your bottom lip. What happens when he drives away? So…where the bodies go. But most importantly, the biggest part of this—where he lives. So much can be gleaned about someone from their home. A bookshelf alone could make or break an attraction. You brought the receiver back to your mouth. “Lovely! Sure thing— Alastor. Yes.” you almost added on an awkward nickname like daddy-o or mister man, like an idiot, because your brain was misfiring like you’d seen him in the sunlight again.

Ah, you could see his bed. 

Where he slept.

Did he ever dream of you?

What if it was terribly dirty? Could you still love him if he was a slob? 

“I’m quite far from downtown, pack an overnight bag, okay?” He stopped fidgeting with the mug. When the call ended he sat at the table for some time, staring around the kitchen. The home was large by city standards, but it was old. His mother’s charm was evident through every part. A finger scratched at the wooden table, heavy and solid. Why was his heart racing? 

He walked to the screened back door, looking from the weathered patio steps to the greenhouse. 

No one had ever been to his home. Ever. A teensy part of him was panicking. Was this a mistake? Was he going to fuck up the budding relationship? Throw off the peace of his safest place?

Budding. Okay that was ridiculous even for him. The kind of intimacy gained through murder did not allow any union to be called budding. He’d shared pieces of himself no other living soul knew of. Your image of him was possibly even more complete than his own mother had held, even though he tried to always be the most sincere with her. Even people he did care for and consider close friends had never knew where he lived. Never heard what kept him up at night. Never learned his distaste for a random lay.

Opening the screen door with a signature creak, the sound many southerners could call comforting, he walked to the greenhouse.

The newest part of the property, the glass walled structure was built shortly after his mother’s death. Double doors: locked. Just beyond the glass was a forest of plants and potted trees. They had no need for a greenhouse, but Alastor had a need for them.

He set about preparing his home for another occupant, a task that brought him such a shock of joy and anxiety he began to wonder who he was. New sheets on the bed, extra pillows set against his wooden headboard. Large glass jar in the backyard full of water and tea bags.

It was also unexpected he was thinking so much of his mother. In a perfect world she’d be there to greet you. Though if she was alive, he wouldn’t have been in that alley that night. He made a mental note to not mention his mother, at least not as much as he was remembering her as he walked around the two story home tidying.

Would he have met you if he wasn’t a killer? 

A flicker of fear was quickly extinguished by romance. Definitely. You both ran in the same scenes. He’d seen you before that night, he just never approached you. He hadn’t anticipated how much more you were than the facade you put on. Nothing about your sweet face said, ‘I have a high tolerance for murder.’

Alastor spent the day at work physically present but mentally pacing his living room. He nodded along to discussions of who was to be live on set next, smile never faltering as he worried if he had breakfast foods. He rarely ate breakfast, did you? How had he not thought to ask. Sloppy.

The only outward sign he was feeling any stress was the tapping of his finger on his desk, which he hadn’t even noticed until the stage manager commented.  

“Alastoooor,” her voice was high, like it seemed many women’s voices were recently. Was it a trend? “Impatient? Hot date with a young lady this evening?”

While she meant well, she always pried, always asked questions he didn’t appreciate. 

Alastor shook his head, smile strained. A perceptive person would have picked up on it, but Brenda was not perceptive.

“Oh.” A noticeable disappointment, “That’s boring.”

Actually on second thought maybe she didn’t mean well.

“I’ve had too much coffee, is all, Brenda.” He pulled his hand into his lap. “Was there anything you needed?” 

“No,” she pouted, much less endearing than you.

If he murdered purely for fun Debra would be dead before sunset. Unfortunately her only crime was being remarkably annoying.

Alastor waited behind the theater, where it was less likely any staff would see him. It was still important to avoid connecting the two of you together, at least at your workplace yet. 

He was quick to grab your bag for you.

“Not the trunk, please.” You said, it took him a second to catch the joke. He set it on the back seat after opening your door for you. You’d only been in his car a few times but he never failed to be a perfect gentleman. 

Your palms were sweating, when his hand rested on your leg while he drove you resisted the urge to hold it. Instead you slipped yours under his. Alastor asked you about your day, about work, about if Frank came back. Typically as soon as you left the theater you were in a cone of silence until your phone call with him the next day. It was kind of nice, having someone to speak to. Before meeting him there were times you worried you’d forget how to talk naturally, how to sound like yourself.

The glowing eyes of deer popped up from the side of the road, startling you. Eerie. You held your breath, would they run, stay still, or sprint into the road.

“Is it true their antlers can break car windshields?” You asked not breaking eye contact with a doe as you drove past.

Alastor nodded, “If a buck hits your car the wrong way, not even the car will make it out of the accident.”

“Are there a lot of bucks around?”

“Will be soon, as fall— wait why am I telling you this,” he laughed, “Miss Autumn Hind already knows what makes the bucks run wild.”

You shouldn’t be smiling, it was a dumb rut joke, but it felt like a compliment. 

The car lights passed over the home as he turned into the dirt driveway. Powder blue. It wasn’t a color you associated with Alastor. He was caramel, honey, midnight blue, red. His sometimes sinister smile didn’t look quite right against powder blue. But, for a home, it was lovely.

“Is someone home?” You saw a light on in an upstairs room.

Alastor reached behind you for your bag, “No, I leave it on when I’m gone. Gives the impression that the house isn’t empty.”

A minor bit of acting, Alastor opening the door and offering to bring your bag upstairs before a tour like a good host. His anxious energy was barely contained by that grin of his. For your part you played the appropriately impressed guest.

But deep down you were very impressed. An actual house. Your mother struggled to keep apartments rented. Alastor had a home. With stairs. That went to more home, not a neighbor. What a lovely thing. What did he do with all this space?

He could probably hide quite a few bodies in there.

Alastor opened his bedroom door and motioned for you to enter.

You took in every detail as shrewdly as you could. Two circular nightstands, a wide dresser with a few framed photos and a radio. One large window facing the yard, you could see the car outside from where you were standing. “Wow a man’s bedroom. I tend to avoid these.”

“What a coincidence, so do I. Bedrooms in general, really.” He placed your bag on the dresser, offering to unpack it for you. Your smile screwed up, shaking your head no. You couldn’t imagine Alastor folding your panties and setting them into a drawer. 

Well.

“Yes please.” You took a seat on the end of his bed, watching him tenderly empty the bag before beginning to put things away like you’d come home from a trip. “A bed big enough for two people. You didn’t tell me you were a fancy man. Ooh la la.”

Alastor laughed, “Your bed was quite comfortable.” He set your dress onto a hook attached to the closet door, hands running down the fabric to straighten out the wrinkles, “But I have a feeling that had more to do with you than anything else.”

The floor was clean, the rug beneath the bed a simple but pristine white. What an odd color for a rug.  

You truly did avoid men’s homes. The power dynamic shifts too much.

“Are all men so clean?”

“Oh god no. Have you really never been to a man’s home?” Without a moment of hesitancy his long fingers flattened out your underthings and neatly folded them. You could call it erotic, knowing what else his fingers could do.

A hum, you swayed side to side, “Too much risk. I don’t know where the knife drawer is, which locks stick, what windows open all the way.” 

He set the empty bag into a reading chair in the corner, “That sounds stressful.”

You shrugged, “My mother taught me to always have an escape. From situations, from rooms, from people. Not terrible advice.”

That was true, he thought. If the few women he killed had considered that, he would be less prolific. Women tended to be easier in some regards.

Alastor finally let himself look at you sitting on his bed. Were you wearing the black garters today? He liked those. He appreciated the red dress you’d worn.

Taking off his jacket and vest, he hung them up while his eyes kept returning to you. Your legs were crossed, thighs soft and pressed together. He remembered feeling them against his ears. A little cough to clear his throat and mind.

“Are you hungry?”

You werent, but you weren’t ready for sleep either, so you asked for some bread and butter. Alastor sat beside you at the table, watching you look around. It didn’t look like a killer's home. 

“Ya know, I was going to rob you. I had been wanting to talk to you, before that guy caught me off guard when I was smoking.” You said it easily. 

He smiled, “Oh, why’d you change your mind?”

“Well, you slit a man’s throat in front of me.”

“Tsk tsk, you give up too easily, my dear.”

Salted butter, soft bread. Simple. Happy. “You were so handsome-,”

“We’re?”

A snort of a laugh, rolling your eyes dramatically, “and you looked well off. I was searching the room for the lights reflecting off of your glasses all night.”

Alastor grimaced, fighting the well of his ego, and leaned on his elbows, “Is it too morbid to say I’m glad that man tried to kill you? I like this timeline more than being robbed and never seeing you again.”

“That’s very selfish. I would have enjoyed chasing you down and finessing your wallet off you.” You set the glass lid back over the butter dish, content with the snack. “Some men come back actually and confront me at the theater.”

He howled. The idea was ridiculous, “Seriously? Why not just tell the cops.”

“Men don’t like telling other men they got taken for a ride by a dame.”

Alastor stood, “What would you have done if you had robbed me and I marched into the theater demanding my cash back.” It took a second to realize he was being serious in wanting you to play along. 

You popped the last piece of bread into your mouth and stood too, “You rake!” A fake smack to his chest, “I booted you to the curb! You had more hands than an octopus!” 

Alastor tried to stay in character but his smile kept cracking through his serious face. “And my wallet? None of my hands can find it.” You took a few steps back, feigning shock at the accusation.

“Sir! You were so drunk I’m not surprised you lost it.” When Alastor closed the space between you with two wide steps and pulled you into his chest you giggled, hitting softly at him, “You should be ashamed of yourself. Trying to take advantage,” his hands wandered down your hips, making your voice catch in your throat, “of a good woman like me.”

His mouth came to your ear, “Well, miss, I think you owe me the opportunity to try again.”

You went stiff against him, the sudden turn of his voice into seduction taking you by surprise, “If you were a real mark, I’d punch you in the face for saying that.”

“But for me?” Breath against your neck.

Your hands slid up his chest and to his collar, pulling him down and into a kiss. His smile spread across your lips. 

His mouth stayed against your cheek as he pulled you into a hug, “Ready for bed?”

“Are you sleepy, hun?” You pulled away, a sincerely worried face. Two nights now you’d interrupted his normal routine.

Alastor’s eyes seemed to sparkle behind his glasses, head shaking, “No, not at all.” You felt the heat rise up your face. Wanting to avoid assumptions, you tried to temper your expectations.

His hand pulled you toward the stairs, you dragging your feet, “Did you want to show me around?”

“In the daylight.” He led you up the stairs and to the right.

“Oh okay….”, your mind was reeling, mouth dry. No dead body in sight. No blood. You hadn’t pressed him or asked for anything. Maybe he just wanted a good cuddle, or some kisses. You often enjoyed necking near the car before he would go home. Right. Let him lead.

You followed him, letting him guide you hand in hand back to his bedroom.

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[axelsagewrites]

Roy Kent*Charitiy

Pairing: Roy Kent x reader

Word count: 1535

Warnings: Rupert existing and Roy being Roy

Masterlist here

Ever since last year when Rupert crashed annual charity ball and donated a butt load of money to steal her thunder, she was determined to make this year's even better. It was odd to you that someone donating so much to a good cause was grounds for revenge but then again, you'd met Rupert. He really was the worst. 

She'd gone all out this year, making sure she lined up at least 3 famous performers that equally hated Rupert and inviting everyone who was anyone. You were automatically on the list as her assistant but and also as Roy's plus one. It was at last year’s ball that Roy ended up walking you home from and kissing you in your doorway. Cut to this year and you were now in a semi-secret committed relationship with Richmond’s newest coach. You had both decided not to share to the press and after much convincing Roy let you tell Rebecca and the team.

One of the nights biggest earners was of course the charity auction. Roy had refused at least 19 times to do it but eventually with enough eyelash batting and promises of favours you'd convinced him to sign up. All the boys had signed up, even Will was forced to sign up.

To make things even more bizarre Rebecca herself was being auctioned. Though you as her assistant had also hired someone to come bid on her so she'd never have to have the date but still she was technically on the roster. What you hadn't expected was for her to turn to you with puppy dog eyes. 

"We need more women on the list. Cmon, you know how it is. Think of the children,"

Roy was more outrage you had said yes than the fact he had been convinced to do it as well. You however were sure that it would be fine. After all people were there to bet on the footballers to play a game with their kid or show off to their friends or whatever other questionable activities they had planned. Not some assistant. 

What you hadn't accounted for was that you were no longer just an assistant. Not only did you often appear in pictures with the team, but rumours floated around that you were dating at least one if not multiple of the boys. Between always being around famous footballers or the fact Keeley Jones was your best friend you’d forgotten people actually knew who you were now.

The night was fine to begin and halfway through the auction Rebecca had already hit the same record as last year but that was not going to stop her. Danni had gone for £5000, Sam for £6000, Keeley for £10,000. Yes, even Keeley had donated one of her Friday nights to Rebecca's cause.

Roy had practically begged you that if the old lady who won him last year was going to win that you steal the win and he'd give you the money so sure as fate you had just won a night with your boyfriend for £8000. This was only going to fuel the fires in the tabloids, but it was worth saving Roy another painful night with a toothless granny.

"Up next we have my dear, dear friend who many of you will recognise as the teams shadow. Come on up"(y/n)," Rebecca said, clapping as you walked up with an awkward smile.

" Can we start the bidding at £500?" You thought this would be over and done with in less than a couple minutes.

"Five thousand pounds," Ruperts voice came booming from the back of the room followed by the sound of Roy’s chair scrapping against the floor as he stood up, "Forgive me for being so late my dear Rebecca. A family emergency kept me away, but I couldn't miss this for the world," he said gesturing to the crowd who gave him a round of applause he didn’t deserve, “After all it is for the children,”

For once Rebecca stammered for words before finally stuttering out "Yes well thank you Rupert. Do I hear six?"

"Ten thousand," Roy boomed across the room. Small gasps left several tables as you stood, eyes bulging out at the moment happening. You’d got to witness the bidding war that went for Jamie last year with Keeley spending twenty-five grand, but you knew that both Rupert and Roy were far more stubborn. this could go for a while.

"This isn't how auctions exactly work boys-" Rebecca tried to cut in, knowing how stubborn Rupert was and how violent Roy could get, but to no avail. she looked at you with a sympathetic glance as the carnage began.

"fifteen thousand," Rupert said, walking to stand by Roy's table, his wife a few paces behind standing awkwardly. 

"twenty,"

"thirty,"

"thirty-five-" you heard Jamie's voice pipe up followed by a loud growl from Roy who was glaring daggers in the previously laughing boy, "withdrawn!" Jamie yelped as he shuffled his chair towards Keeley. you almost felt bad for Jamie as you tried not to laugh.

"forty-five," Roy yelled before turning to Rupert, whispering something in his ear as he went to say fifty.

You could practically see Ruperts sweat dripping down his forehead as Roy pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face, "Hard to beat that," Rupert smiled as he carefully stepped away from Roy, slowly moving back to his wife, “I withdraw,” Rupert said before pulling his wife to go join some random table filled with old white men.

"Forty-five going once, twice," Rebecca said as she scrambled to grab her gavel, "sold to Mr Kent. What a generous donation, everyone let's give him a round of applause," Rebecca said as she started the claps as everyone followed suit to try mask the awkward tension. “Always such a generous soul,”

You gave Rebecca a sorry smile as you walked back down to Roy, wondering how you’d explain this to the tabloids, but Roy had other plans. As you walked up to him, ready to quietly thank him, Roy stepped forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest. The kiss was brief, but it knocked the wind out your lungs and left you wishing you had a private room as whoops and hollers came from the room around. You pulled back, breathless and grinning like an idiot. 

"Just to be clear that isn't included in the final sale," Rebecca said from the stand, trying to avoid lawsuits and trying desperately not to laugh since the auction still had its final prize left, Jamie.

"What did you say to him?" you asked, as you finally say back down, hand in hand with Roy. 

"I told him I knew where he lived and enough people to hold him down if he didn't back off what's mine, “Roy said as cool as a cucumber as if he didn't just threaten to beat a multi-millionaire, possibly billionaire at this point. "Plus, I said I'd tell his wife about you know who," 

This however caught your, Keeley’s, and Jamie's attention, "Who's you know who?" Keeley ask as you all three leaned in for the dirt. 

"Fuck knows," Roy barked making you all look at each other confused, "once a scumbag always a scumbag. There's probably some poor girl out there he’s fucked I just don't know which one," 

The three of you began to cackle as Rebecca announced her last prize of the night. “Time to shine,” Jamie said as he got up, running a hand through his hair before jogging up to join Rebecca on stage. His cocky joy went from pale faced terror when the woman who won Roy last year won him this year but for £9000. Jamie returned to the table, no pep in his step or swagger in his walk as he sunk down into his chair, “Why did you save me?” he whispered in betrayal.

“I’m not your girlfriend anymore, remember,” Keeley teased as she sat back in her chair, “Call us even for last year babes,”

Jamie turned from Keeley to you and Roy, looking like a kicked puppy, “Roy?”

“Mate I’ve just spent 50 grand tonight. go fuck yourself,” Roy said before what was left of his drink.

“It’s for children Roy,” Jamie said as he sulked back into his chair.

“Fuck the children,” Roy said with no hesitation, “I’ve just bought them a really fucking nice orphanage to stop some old prick touching my bird,”

you couldn’t help but laugh at how Jamie pouted in his seat, trying to avoid the old woman’s little waves. “You do release your little stunt means we need to do press now?” you said, glancing up to a now groaning Roy.

“Already on its babes,” Keeley said from where she sat on her phone, “I’ve been waiting for this for months. knew you two wouldn’t go for my soft launch option,”

“Fucks a soft launch?” Roy said, confusing racking his face as he turned to you.

you patted his arm and shook your head, “You just let me and Keels deal with this yeah?”

Roy sighed as he sat back in his chair shaking his head, “I fucking hate charity,”

[lauraneedstochill]

:::::::: House of the Dragon masterlist ::::::::

last updated: 15.09.2023 / 🆕 — recents fics / 🔞 — smut / 🔪 — angst

🆕 Confess the longing you are dreaming of (🔞~8000 words) AO3 Aemond thinks the woman he has to marry is the most impudent and unsufferable he’s ever met. He’s also never wanted anyone so badly. (Martell ! reader) ● Cry me a river (~11K) AO3 Aemond finds her wounded and left to die in the middle of nowhere. her desire for vengeance helps her survive — and her unbreakable spirit inevitably draws the prince to her. 🔥 Love always wakes the dragon (multi-chapter) 🔞🔪 She arrives unexpectedly — her hair bright as fire, her temper burning, — and riding a dragon she’s never supposed to have. Out of four Daemon’s daughters, she resembles him the most and yet, she wants nothing to do with her father. She also hides a dangerous secret and has her own reasons for coming to King’s Landing. Aemond wonders if he can tame her. 1. The wind of change (~4000) 2. The wild dragon (~8000) [this fic is almost finished and will be updated soon] ● My first choice: 🔪 part 1 (~5500) / part 2 (~8500) AO3 Aemond thinks you are way too good to be Aegon’s best friend. But you are enough for the one-eyed prince to fall in love with (insired by “Little women” and Amy March)

● The object of my desires (🔞 ~6500) AO3 You overhear Aemond making a snarky remark about the way you dress. You decide to teach him a lesson (inspired by the famous quote from Bridgerton S2) ● I won’t fall for someone who can’t misbehave (~9000) AO3 Aemond is betrothed to the sweetest girl in the Seven Kingdoms. She’s smiley, soft and kind-hearted. Until she isn’t. (or, alternatively: “No one took your side when you were a kid. But I’m doing it now.”) ● Make a move: part 1 (~6000) AO3 / part 2 You think Aemond is too arrogant to woo you, but he’s got some tricks up his sleeve. (inspired by the movie “Crazy, stupid, love”) ● Can’t help falling in love (~5500) AO3 5 times Aemond was in love with you + 1 time he finally confessed his feelings.

● part 1: “All yours” (~3000) AO3 ● part 2: First time for everything (🔞 ~6900) AO3 ● part 3 ● The Greens headcanons (modern!au) ➕ unrelated one-shots: ● I was searching but not for you (~4000) AO3 Aemond is eager to catch the thief who keeps stealing his gemstones but the person in question seems to always be one step ahead of him.

● Find my body covered in confetti (Aegon x reader, ~5000) AO3 Aegon is a regular at your bar but he doesn’t come only for the drinks.

Aemond Targaryen + tumblr posts that are definitely about him part 1 / part 2 / part 3 Aegon II Targaryen + tumblr posts that are definitely about him part 1 / part 2 / part 3

🎵 Aemond’s playlist 🎵 Aegon’s playlist

[weirdmageddon]

List of balance issues in Tri-color Battles

there were so many facets to this being unbalanced i had to make a list.

the clout distribution in the tricolor battles is extremely unbalanced:

winning offense: 6000 (+2500 for each ultra signal gotten, +300 per attempt)

losing offense: 5000 (+2500 for each ultra signal gotten, +300 per attempt)

defense: 3000 + turf + synergy

if even just one of the offensive teams win, the other one also technically wins as well but to a slightly lesser extent (they still get all that clout!). they are still on the winning screen. you can’t fit all 4 players from the defending team onto the screen in addition to the 2 players on the first place offensive team. it’s made to be 4 total players on the screen. one of the offensive teams can come in last in terms of ink turfed, but if the other offensive team comes in first, they automatically get second place. meanwhile, the defending team either gets first place (very hard) or completely loses. no second place, even if they technically turfed more area than last place. it’s all or nothing.

the two offensive teams can choose whether or not to play tricolor battles. the defending team has no choice and the tricolor matches appear at random in the open splatfest battles.

less chance of x10, x100, and x333 battles appearing in the 4v4 open splatfest battles for the defending team due to being in rotation with tricolor battles. since the offensive teams aren’t forced to do tricolor they have better chances of running into the multiplication battles and getting all that clout, which ultimately contributes to winning the splatfest.

ultra signal respawns IMMEDIATELY after it is successfully defended. no cooldown.

the two attacking teams have a bunch of extra turf to ink around the spawn that is largely inaccessible to other teams. the defending team has very little spawn area to cover for a “baseline”/“backup” level of inkage, so the center area can be inked entirely over from both sides.

at least for sturgeon shipyard, there were multiple points of entry for the attacking teams to get into the defending team’s turf but very little routes for the defending team to get into the attacking team’s turf.

the attacking teams only have one real objective: get the most turf inked. getting the ultra signal helps with that and gives them clout, but it’s ultimately to secure more ink. they will *still* get more baseline clout than the defending team even if they don’t bother getting the ultra signal. the defending team has two objectives that cannot happen at the same time: inking the most turf AND ferociously guarding the ultra signal.

you can argue that you can split the defending team into 2 players watching the ultra signal and 2 players inking turf, but it’s not uncommon in splatoon for two players to be splatted at a time, ESPECIALLY when 4 others players are headed for the center. also reefslider exists and can, has, and will splat the defending team in the tiny little center. if those two players holding the center are splatted, which will inevitably happen, it all falls apart and the match is essentially over.

as the defending team, you cannot match with randos and expect to win tricolor battles. you need to bring your A-game every single time and be highly coordinated. even a lot of teams of four who were in calls coordinating were losing.

even experienced rank X players on team scissors were getting bodied, so it’s not a skill issue.

as it turns out, mixing turf war and ranked mode isn’t really a good idea.

from a commenter on reddit: “the ultra signal sprinklers could not be turned off once activated, and the ultra signal could be launched way too easily. one reef slider wipes out the defenders, and the ultra signal is captured before you have even respawned. then the sprinkler activates, and you can maybe, just barely, keep up with its ink output if you have a roller... until you run out of ink, and then have to retreat and do it all over again... i worked with another roller, and we were barely able to hold a portion of one side just against the sprinkler.”

this is minor but while the rock and paper got shiver and frye talking to them during battle, scissors got nothing. just silence.

this is a rundown of why team scissors were getting bombed. also i’m just outlining these issues in one place to compare to if anything changes in the future which it hopefully will.

having 4 players isn’t the advantage it sounds like on paper because you have to split the work of defending the ultra signal and getting the most turf, and those two players holding the signal are inevitably going to be splatted by the 4 offensive players because… it’s splatoon and that happens especially when players are concentrated in one tiny area. therefore, people will say “okay, then have 3 players defending the signal and 1 turfing” but realize that 1 player alone can’t handle defending from both sides of the map at once.

i know tricolor battles are meant to put the winning team at a disadvantage but this is frankly overkill imo. team scissors at halftime was only winning by 1% (if that) so it didn’t really feel like it was even necessary because all the teams were roughly tied. all it did was drag a roughly tied team down into the grave.

i know some individuals may have had fun, but the consensus is that team scissors players did not have fun in the tricolor battles, and there’s a good reason why. what makes something addicting and rewarding is having a chance. that’s why people gamble. i can’t remember the name for it, but in psychology there is a term for the sweet spot where the chance ratio of something happening are super rewarding to the brain. there was no “we may win this time!” to keep me going on team scissors. it just felt like “we’re gonna lose again what’s even the point”, which isn’t conducive to a happy playerbase nor addicting you to splatfests. and certainly not for 6 hours on one of the worst stages for a tricolor battle.

keep in mind wrote this as a blurred general picture, not for the individual rare instances of the defending team pulling through because those are outliers tbh. the overwhelming majority of them are losses, and that’s honestly not fair since it doesn’t feel like your team can be redeemed if you’re in first place at halftime. like you just know your team already lost because of how advantaged the offensive teams are in tricolor battles and that defeats the fun. hence, why people are calling them unbalanced.

this honestly feels some squid game level shit…no pun intended. like that game where the people chose a number and those who chose numbers closer to 1 were the first to try a game in which they will die without other people paving the way first; they are the sacrifices paving the way. this has that same kind of cruelty to it. “oh you’re happy you’re doing good? you like being in first? die”

[kotarchipelago]

ghost x stardust miku!

🪼do not repost🐟

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THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ,,???? im so used to drawings taking me like 3-4 hours max but this was like?? 6??? ho lee

im kind of proud of it though? the design is very simplistic and definitely probably similar to another miku but this one is my miku and i love her very much!! she suits my ideal aesthetic so well i want to be her

this is also the miku design im using for my pjsk ocs’ sekai :) idk if ill illustrate any of the other vs (kaito and luka r most likely) but for now im very happy w just her!!! and maybe next ill make art of the sillies in the actual ghost x stardust group. or an inkarnate map of their sekai. im so motivated i dont even know what to do

i also was thinking ab posting the speedpaint alongside the artwork but its 7 minutes long and the canvas is like 5000-6000 px so itd probably render horribly 💔💔 we’ll see idk

thank u for reading :)

[theman-and-themachine]

this image is acctually huge. im deleting this off my computer now that it's posted oh my god.

>6000 x >5000 pixels

it's worth it... for glitchtrap sitting cunt-ily in a block throne

[pearlfleurs-blog]

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lament of the moonbound - zeke yeager x fem reader x levi ackerman

The kingdom of Vymdarr is on the brink of war, and you, its queen, have no clue how to prevent it. The weight of the crown bears down on you, made heavier still by the scrutinising gaze of the stern Captain Ackerman. Yet, beneath his steely exterior, a softer sentiment begins to stir.

tags: love triangle, infidelity, hurt/comfort, angst, smut, royal au, violence

estimated wc: ??? words written: 4.6k words written for f4g: 0/6000 preview here | ch1 here

shadow's kiss - levi ackerman x fem reader

There's something dark stalking around. It is not an animal, nor is it a human, but something far more abnormal and vicious than the two. You'll feel it. You'll hear it. And you'll try your hardest to ignore it until it is inside of you, using you, and the only way to overcome it is to die. Or so you think.

tags: dark romance, hurt/comfort, angst, post war au, dark fantasy au

estimated wc: ??? words written: 785... words written for f4g: 785/5000

[risetherivermoon]

Masterlist of my Fics

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• Ao3

1. How To Not Die Young

- Status: Unfinished / Ongoing

- Archive Warnings: None

- Length: Long

- Chapters: 43/?

- Words (Per Chapter): 2000-3000

- Main Ships: Wolfstar, Jegulus, Rosekiller

- Minor Ships: Dorlene, Marylily, Pandora x Xenophilius, Sybil x Peter, Quillkiller, Andromeda x Ted

- Background Ships: Nobleflower, Narcissa x Lucius (briefly), Alice x Frank (briefly),

- Desc/Themes: a modern highschool au, surrounding mental health and queerness + queer struggles, healing from trauma, finding happiness and reasons to keep going

- Link: How To Not Die Young - risetherivermoon

2. Just Different, Apparently

- Status: Finished

- Archive Warnings: None

- Length: 24,553 words

- Chapters: 4/4

- Words (Per Chapter): 5000-6000

- Main Ships: Jegulus

- Minor Ships: Wolfstar,

- Background Ships: Marylily, Dorlene, Rosekiller, Alice x Frank

- Desc/Themes: Modern meet-cute au, trans reg & autistic james, basically a lot of the themes are about feeling different and not being able to relate to others, and not knowing why, finally feeling seen & understood and loved,

- Link: Just Different, Apparently - risetherivermoon

3. Like A Kick To My Face, Your Love

- Status: Finished

- Archive Warnings: None

- Length: One Shot

- Chapters: 1/1

- Words (Per Chapter): 1,973

- Main Ships: Marylily

- Minor Ships: Jegulus

- Background Ships: None

- Desc/Themes: Mary, a famous musician/song writer recounts how she first met her now wife in an interview

- Link: Like A Kick To The Face, Your Love - risetherivermoon

4. Can't Get The Words Out

- Status: Finished

- Archive Warnings: None

- Length: One Shot

- Chapters: 1/1

- Words (Per Chapter): 1,316

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Wolfstar

- Background Ships: None

- Desc/Themes: Lily comes out to the group as a lesbian while they're all sitting together talking after a party in the boys dorm, + her experience growing up queer

- Link: Can't Get The Words Out - risetherivermoon

5. Reaching From Arm's Length

- Status: Finished

- Archive Warnings: None

- Length: One Shot

- Chapters: 1/1

- Words (Per Chapter): 2,106

- Main Ships: Wolfstar

- Minor Ships: None

- Background Ships: None

- Desc/Themes: Remus freaks out during a party because of a migraine, Sirius brings Remus away from the crowd and they talk, and Remus confesses and opens up to Sirius for the first time.

- Link: Reaching From Arm's Length - risetherivermoon

6. Feeling Overheated

- Status: Finished

- Archive Warnings: None

- Length: Oneshot

- Chapters: 1/1

- Words (Per Chapter): 1,640

- Main Ships: Wolfstar

- Minor Ships: None

- Background Ships: Jily

- Desc/Themes: After Remus comes out a few months prior Sirius starts to realize things about himself and how he feels about his friend, he talks to James about it and then approaches Remus.

- Link: Feeling Overheated - risetherivermoon

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1. Sock’s Fame Au Fic

- Status: Unfinished / Ongoing

- Warnings: Suggestive Jokes, Weed & Alcohol, Saying ‘kms’ as a joke,

- Media: Twinote / Fake Twitter Posts & Messages

- Major Ships: Rosekiller, Jegulus

- Minor Ships: Wolfstar, Dorlene, Pandamarylily

- Desc: A fame fake dating au, put together through twitter posts and messages between characters! Mostly a comedy,

- Parts:

- Out of context screenshots

- Ooc 1

- Ooc 2

- Ooc 3

- Ooc 4

- Parts

- Part 0.5: profiles

- Part 1: a fake relationship for no reason

- Part 2: the reason

- Part 3: another fake relationship but with more viable reasoning

- Part 4: not just a crush

- Part 5: tarty crouch jr

- Part 6: mr handsomeman & mrs prettylady

- Part 7: a new perspective

- Part 8: A Violent Encounter (Love You James)

- Part 8.5: More Profiles, More People

- Part 9: An Argument

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

CHARACTER MASTERLIST

Supernatural

My Worst Fear  Paring: Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Word Count: 2000 Rating: Teen

You’re A Selfish Bastard  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

Damn Dog  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2772 Rating: Mature

Farmer’s Daughter [Unfinished] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

Free Beer & the Festive Season  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1043 Rating: Gen

Marry Me  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1213 Rating: Teen  

It Never Woulda Worked Out Anyway Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2181 Rating: Teen

The Trouble With Girls  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Multiple Word Count: 946 Rating Teen

I Don’t Dance Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1083 Rating: Gen

Hard To Love Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1097 Rating: Teen

I’ll Be Home For Christmas Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2091 Rating: Gen

Get Even  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Word Count: 1805 Rating: Teen & Up

 Pieces Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 1494

All the Little Things  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel Word Count: 1840 Rating: Teen  

Angel With A Shotgun Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel Word Count: 999 Rating: Gen

How Much I Care [Requested] Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2538  Rating: Explicit

Travelin’ Soldier Pairing: John Winchester x Mary Winchester Word Count: 2995 Rating: Mature

Say It Pairing: John Winchester x Reader Word Count: 500 Rating: Teen & Up

I Wish You’d Stay  Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: N/A Word Count: 1671

Pick One [Requested]  Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2623  Rating: Teen & Up

Harry Potter

Sundays  Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 1113 Rating: Gen

She’s Got You  Pairing: Remus Lupin x  Female Reader Word Count:3000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature

I’m a Monster  Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [4 Parts] Rating: Mature

Let’s Do It  [Requested] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature

Perfect  Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here  Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count:500 Rating: Gen

On My Own Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black Word Count: 1210  Rating: Teen

The Grand Tour  Pairing: None Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen

Eraser Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 220 Rating: Teen

Castle On the Hill  Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 1300 Rating: Teen

Our Family Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 2264 Rating: Teen

A War Wedding  Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Female Character Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen

Shape of You  Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Character Word Count: 1800 Rating: Teen

Come With Me  Pairing: Dean Thomas  x Female Reader Word Count: 6000+ [5 Parts] Rating: Teen

Better Mood Pairing: Ron Weasley x Female Reader Word Count: 856 Rating: Mature

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader Word Count: 953 Rating: Teen

Family Matters Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 4000 [2 Parts] Rating: Gen

What Are You Doing New Years Eve? Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 1347 Rating: Gen

When I Kissed the Teacher Pairing: Hermione Granger x Remus Lupin Word Count: 1369 Rating: Teen

I Won’t Say I’m In Love Pairing: George Weasley x Reader Word Count: 1796 Rating: Teen

Santa Baby Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Original Female Character Word Count: 1867 Rating: Teen

The Way We Were  Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character Word Count: 21,444 [11 Parts] Rating: Mature

Only the Good Die Young Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Character Word Count: 2300 Rating: Mature

Dive  Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen

A Little Magic  Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader Word Count: 1300 Rating: Gen

The Other Evans Girl Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character Word Count: Ongoing Rating: Mature

The Girl of My Best Friend Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Remus Lupin x Female Reader Word Count: 2995 Rating: Teen & Up

Complexly Chaotic Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Remus Lupin x Female Reader Word Count: 968 Rating: Teen & Up

Comfort Zone Pairing: Marauders x Reader Word Count: 2758 Rating: Teen & Up

Last Words to Reader [Part One/ Part Two] Pairing: Reader x Multiple  Word Count: 2000 Rating: Mature

Marvel

Stuck in the Middle  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 12000 [7 Parts] Rating: Teen

Blue Ain’t Your Colour  Pairing: Steve Rogers x  Female Reader Word Count: 1417 Rating: Teen

Worth It  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 3372 Rating: Explicit

Let Me Show You  Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 2711 Rating: Explicit

It’s Not Easy Being Steve [Requested] Pairing: Pre Serum Steve Rogers x Original Female Character Word Count: 2192 Rating: Explicit

Trying  [Requested] Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x  Female Reader Word Count: 2600 Rating: Teen

Any Port In A Storm  Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader [Bucky’s Sibling] Word Count: 1302 Rating: Gen

Baby It’s Cold Outside Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 1446 Rating: Teen

Afterthought   [Requested] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 2017  Rating: Teen

Days Gone By  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter Word Count: 1332   Rating: Teen

You’re My Best Girl [AO3 Link]  [Requested] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2565 Rating: Gen

Because I Want To  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 3207 Rating: Explicit

Get Some Sleep Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2683 Rating: Explicit

Say It First  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1900 Rating: Teen

Beige Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1267 Rating: Teen

Let’s Make a Date [Requested] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 1379 Rating: Teen

Should’ve Said No Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1197  Rating: Teen

All I Want For Christmas Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1430 Rating: Gen

Just a Dream  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2571 Rating: Mature

Complicated   [Requested] Pairing: Peter Parker x Original Female Character Word Count: 4173 Rating: Teen

Priorities  Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 1133 Rating: Mature

Keep Quiet  Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 1668 Rating: Explicit

Give The Kid A Break [Requested] Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 1306 Rating: Gen

Glad You’re Here  [Requested] Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Crash My Party Pairing:  Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1488 Rating: Mature

Take a Break  Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 2936 Rating: Explicit

For Tony Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 3000 Rating: Mature

My Girls  Pairing: Tony Stark x Pregnant Female Reader Word Count: 757 Rating: Gen

A Perfect Christmas  Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 1260 Rating: Teen

Love of My Life Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 1785 Rating: Teen

DIVORCE Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1515 Rating: Mature

I Don’t Care Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 1368 Rating: Teen & Up

Mr Goody-Two-Shoes  Pairing: Bruce Banner x Female Reader Word Count: 1443 Rating: Explicit

Make Me  Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader Word Count: 2457 Rating: Explicit

Round Two? Pairing: Thor x Reader Word Count: 1853 Rating: Explicit

Well Played Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Word Count: 2076 Rating: Explicit

Supermarket Flowers Pairing: None Word Count: 1403 Rating: Teen

Truth or Dare  [Requested] Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count:572 Rating: Mature

Scarab Hunting [Requested] Pairing: Stephen Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader Word Count: 1036  Rating: Mature

Bullet Train

Liability Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader Word Count: 3000 Rating: Explicit

My Boy Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader Word Count: 1764 Rating: Teen & Up

Daisy Jones & The Six

Stay With Me Fandom: Daisy Jones x The Six Rating: Mature Word Count: 1399

Good 4 U Pairing: Graham Dunne x Original Female Character Rating: Mature Word Count: 4793

History Boys

Asexual Scripps  Pairing: None Word Count: 2000 Rating: Teen

Your Beautiful Song  Paring: David Posner Word Count: 1000 Rating: Mature

What Do I Know?  Paring: Donald Scripps, David Posner Word Count: 500 Rating: Gen

U.N.I Paring: Donald Scripps x David Posner Word Count: 800 Rating: Teen

Go On Mate  Pairing: Stuart Dakin x Male Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Mature

Twilight

Not One of Us [Requested] Pairing: Cullen x Teen Wolf Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen

La Tua Cantante  [Requested] Pairing: Marcus Volturi x Original Character x Spencer Reid Word Count: 5140 Rating: Gen

You’ve Got Us [Requested] Pairing: Cullen Reader x Marvel Gang Word Count: 1047 Rating: General

The Outsiders

Meanwhile Back at Mama’s Pairing: Darry Curtis x Female Reader Word Count: 1206 Rating: Teen

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Captain Peralta & His Lieutenant  Pairing: Jake Peralta x Original Female Character Word Count: 1340 Rating: Explicit

Mary & Amy’s  Pairing: Jake Peralta x Original Female Character, Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago Word Count: 1765 Rating: Teen

CSI 

The Way Out [Unfinished] Pairing: Don Flack x Original Character Word Count: 1142 Rating: Mature

What If I Stay Pairing: Nick Stokes x Female Reader Word Count: 1179  Rating: Teen

Cheers

Old Flames and New Pains Pairing: Sam Malone x Original Female Character Word Count: 1674 Rating: Gen

Doctor Who

How Would You Feel?  Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

I Love You, Yasmin Khan Pairing: 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan Word Count: 1582 Rating: Teen

All I Ask Pairing: Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1337 Rating: Explicit

Friends

Santa Stole My Girlfriend Pairing: Chandler Bing x Original Character x Joey Tribbiani Word Count: 1558 Rating: Teen

Full House

No Boys Allowed Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader Word Count: 1750 Rating: Gen

Jesse’s Girl Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader x Joey Gladstone Word Count: 985 Rating: Teen

#1 Competition [Requested] Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader Word Count: 2562  Rating: Teen

Best of a Bad Situation  [Requested] Pairing: NA Word Count: 1839 Rating: Gen

Sounds Good To Me  [Requested] Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader Word Count: 1363  Rating: Mature

For The Better [Requested] Pairing:  Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader Word Count: 2319  Rating: Mature

Grey’s Anatomy 

36 Weeks  [Requested] Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Word Count: 2150 Rating: Mature

As Long As He Needs Me Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Shepherd Word Count: 1858 Rating: Mature

Before and After  [Requested] Pairing:  Mark Sloan x Reader Word Count: 824 Rating: Teen

Right Girl  Pairing:  Mark Sloan x Callie Torres, Mark Sloan x Addison Mongtomery  Word Count: 1765 Rating: Mature

How To Make Friends [Requested] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1600 Rating: Gen

Navy Dresses  [Requested] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Gen

Anna Parsons [Requested] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Give Me A Reason [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Jackson x April Kepner Word Count: 1529 Rating: Teen

Things That Matter [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Word Count: 3427 Rating: Teen

Mother Dearest [AO3 Link]  [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Word Count: 1923 Rating: Mature

Ups & Downs [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader Word Count: 1670  Rating: Teen

A Crazy Idea [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Daniel [Benson] Kwan x Reader Word Count: 2058 Rating: Teen

Post Night Shift Care [Requested] Pairing: Derek Shepherd x Female Reader Word Count: 1590  Rating: Teen

It’s A Beautiful Day To Save Lives Pairing: Derek Shepherd x OFC, Derek Shepherd x Addison Shepherd Word Count: 1808  Rating: Teen

I’ll Never Love Again Pairing: Denny Duquette x Reader Word Count: 1878 Rating: Mature

Night Shift Pairing: Alex Karev x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Teen

Gilmore Girls

Comfortable Pairing: Luke Danes x OFC, Luke Danes x Lorelai Gilmore Word Count: 737   Rating: Gen

Jess’ Dad Pairing: Jess Mariano x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 2426

How I Met Your Mother

Toothbrush Pairing: Barney Stinson x Female Reader Word Count: 1336 Rating: Teen

Nashville 

Flowers Pairing: Deacon Claybourne x Female Reader Word Count: 1247 Rating: Teen

New Girl

Different For Girls Pairing: Nick Miller x Female Reader Word Count: 2426 Rating: Teen

Last Christmas Pairing: Nick Miller x Reader Word Count: 1974 Rating: Teen

What A Man Gotta Do Pairing: Schmidt x Cece Parekh Word Count: 1158 Rating: Teen

The Office

Late To The Party Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley Word Count: 757   Rating: Gen

Office PDA  Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley, Jim Halpert x Reader Word Count: 1632 Rating: Explicit

Speak Now Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley Word Count: 1325 Rating: Teen

That 70s Show

Come on Over Tonight  Pairing: Steven Hyde x Reader Word Count: 870 Rating: Teen

Teen Wolf

Eighteen Inches Pairing: Stiles  x Female Reader Word Count: 870 Rating: Teen

How To Get Away With Murder

Moving On  Pairing: Frank Delfino x Reader Word Count: 1030 Rating: Teen

Saved By The Bell

Zack’s Worst Scheme Pairing: Zack Morris/Original Character/Kelly Kapowski Word Count: 5700 Rating: Teen

Never Happened [Requested] Pairing: Zack Morris x Female Reader Word Count: 1463  Rating: Explicit

Other

Silcobon and Cobb [Requested] Pairing: None Word Count: 1881 Rating: Gen

Bad Days  Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Female Reader Word Count: 1550 Rating: Gen

Play It Again Pairing: Frank Adler x  Female Reader Word Count: 1970 Rating: Teen

Not In That Way  Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak Word Count: 21219 Rating: Mature

Gray Mornings [Requested] Pairing: Grayson Betournay x Reader Word Count: 900 Rating: Gen

[pretty-cool-avian]

ok so i want to do one of those if this gets x notes ill do y thing

my posts never really get a lot of attention but here we go

oh also a tw for sh and skin picking

if this gets 2 notes ill email my bio teacher about an assignment

if this gets 5 notes i will try go outside today

if this gets 10 notes ill start working on a minecraft grass block kandi cuff

if this gets 20 notes i'll clean up my desk

if this gets 30 notes i'll start/finish doing my homework

if this gets 40 notes i'll take a nap (only today)

if this gets 150 notes i'll do some research on my kintypes

if this gets 200 notes i'll start a birding journal

if this gets 500 notes i will buy some new things for my room

if this gets 1000 notes i will stay clean for 3 days

if this gets 1500 notes i will buy a tail for myself (if i can find one)

if this gets 3000 notes i will start drawing again

if this gets 5000 notes i will stay clean for a full week (mon-sunday)

if this gets 6000 notes i will break off from the friend group that i hang out with bc they are not great

if this gets 10,000 notes (not gonna happen) i'll tell my therapist i sh (please no)

if this gets 15,000 notes i'll stay clean for a month (also not gonna happen)

if this gets 20,000 notes i'll try to stop skin picking (level: impossible: not gonna happen)

if this gets 25,000 notes i'll start a horse color genetics gimmick blog (ill probs start it even if this goal isn't reached)

[hirocimacruiser]

Holiday Auto No1 Selection '92~'93

Tsukuba Attack

2ℓ class ■ 1.6~1.8ℓ class

Motor sports introductory car demonstrates its ability

MR2 interrupting the Impreza & Lancer

It was the beginning of fiscal 1999 when the MR2GT, which was modified around the suspension, broke the 10-second mark for the first time as a 2nd class. At present, 2.5 liters and above are the main focus, and it gave light to the two classes, which can't deny the feeling of something half-finished.

That prediction was right, and in the second half of fiscal 1999, a powerful elite model will debut. The first is the Lancer GSR Evolution. WRC to revive Mitsubishi in the rally.

This model was developed for the "". Even at a circuit with a different competition location, it still showed the speed of the rumor ", and marked the 1 second range. Although it is not as good as the MR2GT, it is a machine that you can fully feel its high potential and look forward to the future.

And the Impreza WRX. A more Spartan-polished type RA updated the time of MR2GT and secured the position of the 2nd class champion.

Lancer and Impreza There is no doubt that they will continue to compete on the rally field and on the circuit.

PIC CAPTIONS and SPEC BOXES 2L CAR PAGE

Impreza WRXtypeRA profile

Length x Width x Height = 4340 x 1690 x 1405 Wheel Base = 2520

Vehicle weight kg = 1170

Engine type = E J20

Total displacement c = 1994

Maximum output ps/rpm = 240/6000 Maximum torque kgm/rpm=31.0/5000 Suspension

Both front and rear strut

Price (10,000 yen) 210.8

Immediately after his debut, WRX suddenly set a lap time that didn't take a hit in over 2.50.

This year, it looks like it's going to rampage not only on the rally field, but also on the circuit.

MR2

Bilstein shock, viscous LSD, tire change etc.

Even though the SW type engine with improved suspension and brakes is the same, this

The time has greatly improved. I gave the face of a domestic midship

EVO GSR

“In the 2.0 class, it was the 3rd fastest time in 2009 and the 4th fastest time ever.

The strongest power unit in its class, a chassis designed for WRC

Considering sex, this time is not enough!

Lancer GSR Evolution Profile

Length x Width x Height = 4310×1695×1395

Wheelbase Race mm=2500

Vehicle weight kg=1240

Engine model = 4G63 turbo

Total displacement cc=1997

Maximum output ps/rpm=250/6000

Torque kgm/rpm=31.5/3000

Suspension front strut, rear multilink

Price (10,000 yen) 273.8

1.6 to 1.8 litre cars page.

Forgive the Civic monopoly!!, and the Mirage begins the pursuit

It was the 1.6L to 1.8L2 class that vividly showed off the technology that had been refined through motor sports. Honda was strong. With a VTEC (Variable Valve Timing & Lift Mechanism) B16A power unit at its heart, the Civic raced through the narrow circuit.

With its lightweight body of 1040kg, affordable body size, and strong suspension with front and rear double wishbones, the Civic has the potential to compete with even the upper classes. This can be understood from the fact that not only the 1.6-liter class, but also the 1.8's supercharged engine-equipped car is ahead in terms of time.

A car that threatened the Civic's absolute superiority debuted in October. That's the Mirage from the best-performing manufacturer, Mitsubishi. Armed with the 4G92 type called MIVEC (Mitsubishi Multi-Mode Variable Valve Timing & Lift Mechanism), it is aiming for the 1.6-liter throne.

MIVEC has basically the same structure as VTEC, but the output is 175ps, which is 5% higher. The output per liter is the best in the world for naturally aspirated engines.

The suspension has a front strut and a rear multi-link, which contrasts well with the Civic. In terms of time, the difference is only 0.18 seconds, but when the conditions are the same, who will be the winner?

Civic SiR profile

Length x Width x Height = 4070 x 1695 x 1350 Wheelbase mm = 2570

Vehicle weight kg = 1040

Engine model = B16A

Displacement = 1595

Maximum output ps/rpm = 170/7800 Maximum torque kgm/rpm = 16.0/7300 Suspension front/rear = double wishbone

Price (10,000 yen) = 153.8

▼ The Civic marked the 1st place in 1992 and the 2nd fastest time ever in the 1.8ℓ class, even against a supercharged car. A skill that can be achieved by the excellent combination of a lightweight body and Honda's proud VTEC

Clearly dissatisfied!! 1 minute 13 seconds 12

7/26 issue Familia GT-Ae

▲ Group A of Familia, GT-Ae of rally base model. Armed with a large turbine and intercooler, I was dissatisfied with this time. In defense, the engine was out of order at the time of the interview.

Familia GT-Ae profile

Length x Width x Height = 4075 x 1690 x 1390 Wheel base = 2450

Vehicle weight kg = 1210

Suspension front/rear = both struts

Engine Model = BP

Total displacement cc = 1839

Maximum output ps/rpm = 210/6000

Maximum torque kgm/rpm = 25.5/4500

Price (10,000 yen) = 219.8

MIVEC cannot lose

1 minute 12 seconds 86

2nd place

12/26 issue appeared

Mirage Cyborg R

▲ The reborn Cyborg R equipped with Mitsubishi's new-generation high-speed engine, MIVEC. In terms of power, it surpasses VTEC's B16A type 170ps with 175ps, but unfortunately it does not reach the time.

Mirage Cyborg R Profile

Overall length x width x height = 3950 x 1690 x 1365

Wheelbase = 2440

Vehicle weight kg = 1040

Engine model = 4G92

Total displacement cc = 1597

Maximum output ps/rpm = 175/7500 Maximum torque kgm/rpm = 17.0/7000

Front/rear suspension = strut/multi-link

Price (10,000 yen) = 188.0 (5-speed MT)

[fckyeahnetart]

sara ludy

walking to the beach,

6000 x 5000, 300 dpi, png