#Christian Schatz

[rhettakins]

Goodnight Mommy (2014)

Dir. Veronika Franz, Severin Fiala

Twin boys who do everything together, from collecting beetles to feeding stray cats, welcome their mother home after her reconstructive surgery. But with her face wrapped in bandages, and her demeanor distant, they grow suspicious of her identity.

[gentlyweeps-world]

A Rivals Heart 1

summary: A crush had turned into hatred, but with the work of Lando, Alex George and Charles, maybe it could be fixed back.

pairing: max verstappen x fem! driver reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual tensions

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when your crush on the Dutchman had turned into hatred.

Maybe it was in karting when he had made fun of you for no reason, or maybe it was in the lower Formula ranks when he would do anything to get on your nerves and invoke a reaction out of you.

But all you knew now, is that you hated him, and he hated you. You would say it didn’t bother you, to be honest you went through worse with being a female driver, but for some reason he bothered you.

“I’m surprised you manage to keep your pace, usually you fuck up” Max said to you, that was the first thing he said to you at Bahrain, throughout the entire race weekend.

You roll your eyes at him, not really caring since you did get P2. “You did great Y/n!” Nando says as he clasps your shoulder, shaking you a bit. “Definitely a well deserved pole!” Nando adds on with a smile, moving past you to sit in his cooldown seat.

You feel your blood slowly boil as Max smiles. You have no idea why you feel so angry at him, he’s just another driver and yet all you want to is shove him down the grid.

“Thank you” you say to Fernando, he was definitely the most polite driver to you.

You sit in your chair, although it was really Fernando’s, no one ever got the cooldown seats right anymore, and drink some water, watching some highlights from the race on the tv in the room.

The highlights come on, you watch silently, no one is really speaking.

A bit of silence as you watch the drivers in their highlights, except for one. Max’s highlights come up and you notice the way he drives.

The way he pushes his car, the way he makes the most of the corners and overtakes and the way he goes full tilt on the straight.

You catch yourself staring at the highlights, analyzing how he drove.

“Taking notes L/n?” Max says, watching you analyze his driving style. “I’m just watching the highlights, no need to feel special princess..” You grumble out, rolling your eyes at him.

Fernando just sits there silently with a grin, watching the scene of you and Maxs bickering play out.

“I never thought I was special.” Max says in a snarky tone. “But whatever makes you feel good…princess” Max adds on with a grin, knowing that nickname will annoy you.

A faint blush raises to your cheeks at hearing him call you princess. You let out an annoyed huff and roll your eyes, “Just shut up..” You mumble out to him, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch Max sit down in his own chair next to you.

Max just laughs it off as he takes a quick sip from his drink. “Oh come on princess, don’t be so annoyed at the name. I think it suits you..”

Max then looks up to you, his eyes meet yours and he smirks, not moving his gaze. “Yeah and I think Christian Horner's bitch suits you..” You say coldly, narrowing your eyes at him.

Max’s lip curls as he raises an eyebrow at you. “That the only insult you have schatz?”

Max leans back in his seat with a cocky grin. You roll your eyes, opting to stay quiet and not feed into Max.

Before you know it you’re standing on the podium balcony, wishing you were deaf because you had to listen to the Dutch anthem play out for Max.

You watch as Max stands proudly, his hand on his heart during the Dutch national anthem. The smile he has irritates you, knowing the smug expression he has on his face.

You can feel your blood boil and your face turning red. You didn’t think it was possible to hate someone this much.

Once the anthem is over, the champagne spray starts. With a grin you pop the kork to your bottle and spray it all over Max and Nando, and down towards your team.

You lean your head back and stick out your tongue, spray some of the champagne into your mouth.

You look into the camera with a smirk, knowing people will eat that up, with a chuckle you turn towards Max and Fernando again, seeing Max look at you with an unreadable expression and blush on his face.

You notice Max’s blush as he looks at you, only for him to cover it by spraying champagne at you.

You grin as the camera focuses on you, knowing damn well they eat up your little feud with Max.

You lean away from Max to avoid getting more sprayed as your gaze meets his. Max smirks at you, his gaze not wavering from yours.

You let out a shriek as Fernando runs over and sprays the champagne over your head, completely drenching you in it.

The champagne rains over you as you shriek at Fernando, the crowd love this moment and laugh at you.

You look over at Max, seeing him grin at you, only for his gaze to meet yours, which makes his grin disappear.

He looks away quickly, a red hue now on his face. You give Max a weird look but let it go for now. With a chuckle you spray the last of your champagne on Fernando.

“I’m going to get you back for that!” You say to him with a smile, laughing and giggling. It feels as if nothing could bring you down right now, being up on that podium balcony, hearing the cheers of fans and your own team.

You knew it was only P2 but it was close enough to making history for you. Max watches as you have the time of your life on the podium, it slightly annoys him how much fun you’re having. “Oh god.” Max mumbles under his breath, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Fernando laughs along with you as he is now soaked in the champagne, you take a look around at the crowd, noticing a bunch of Dutch fans, their attention on you, the driver they dislike most.

You could hear them booing, saying jeers and chanting out insults to you, in return you flipped them off, raising up your P2 trophy.

This moment will be iconic and you’re enjoying every second of it. You make sure all they see is your middle finger raised as you stand on the podium in celebration, you didn’t want these fans to ruin your moment by any means.

The booing from the crowd is annoying but it does annoy Max even more, he didn’t want to admit that he liked your style even more after giving all those fans the finger.

“It does fit you.” Max mumbles under his breath, smirking at you. His gaze locked onto you, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

“What was that?” You ask Max over the mixed cheers from the grandstands.

“Nothing, it probably would’ve gotten on your nerves or something” Max says.

“How thoughtful of you, not wanting to annoy me” you say sarcastically, you know that is exactly what he wanted to do.

Soon podium celebrations are done. You make your way out of the paddock and the track, when you hear someone shouting your name.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Lando shouts out, followed by George and Alex. “Oh hey guys, what’s up?” You ask, stopping and looking to them.

“Do you want to go out? A few of us are going to a nearby club to celebrate..” Lando says, George and Alex nodding to what he said.

“Yeah you should definitely come, you’d get to see Carmen” George adds on, knowing if he tells you his girlfriend will be there, you would automatically go with.

Your eyes light up at the mention of Carmen. “I’d love to!” You say, knowing that you can’t let this opportunity get away from you.

“I’ll just have to stop by my hotel room and get changed” You say, turning away from them to start walking again.

“I’ll meet you guys there!” You add on, waving bye to them as you rush off to your car in the parking lot excited to go out.

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radio 🪩: So of course I started a new series after finishing one!! I’m excited to start this one up. I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately, so I won’t be posting as often, or really working as often.

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[theemporium]

What about Max maxplaining Trouble? Like not to Trouble, but about Trouble to someone. He’s just gushing about her or maybe he’s telling someone that no they can’t do “x” b/c that’s not the way Trouble prefers it done. And everyone is just so confused about why Max knows something so random about Trouble.

kinda made this into a wee sick fic but enjoy! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Max, I’m fine.” 

“No, you’re not.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Sorry for taking your health seriously. Now, give Danny the phone.”

If someone told you that Max Verstappen was an overbearing mother hen before you met him, you would have laughed in their face. You had heard many things about him, and that certainly wasn’t one you would have believed. Even in the early stages of your friendship, you would have never really pegged him as the type. He was caring, yes. 

But this? This was a whole new level.

You were sick. Nothing crazy or insane, just a simple flu that left you feeling a bit under the weather and longing for your bed. But apparently to Max, it was equivalent to you being on your deathbed. 

Unfortunately for him, he had to fly out to England for a few meetings at the factory that required his presence. He tried arguing Christian over the phone about it, but ultimately lost that battle and was forced to take his private jet out.

You made the mistake in thinking that you would be able to get a few days of quiet rest to recover. Because only mother hen Max Verstappen would send someone to do exactly what he would do if he was able to stay by your side.

“Did you get her a blanket?”

Daniel tried to suppress his laughter and remain serious as he held your phone in his hand, watching Max on the screen scrutinising every little detail about your setup in your bed.

“Yes, I—”

“You got the wrong blanket,” Max stated bluntly.

You sighed. “Max, it’s fine—”

“Stop saying that, schatz, when it’s not,” Max retorted before his focus returned to the Aussie. “She likes the cream one in the hallway cupboard. Should be on the third shelf.”

Daniel nodded. “Right, got it.” 

“Did you get her medicine?”

“Oh yeah,” Daniel said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I got her some cough syrup from the pharmacy down the—”

“Which flavour?”

“Cherry,” Daniel said.

Max scoffed. “Mate, she hates cherry. You need to get the orange flavoured one.”

“Max,” you groaned as you nuzzled yourself further into the endless amount of pillows your boyfriend had made Daniel surround you in. “Cherry is fine. I just have to take a spoonful once a day, or whatever it is.”

“Three times a day,” Max said, his brows furrowed together. “And you hate artificial cherry flavouring. You said it makes you want to throw up.”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. 

“I’ll get her the orange flavoured one,” Daniel said with a laugh, finding it adorable how caring Max was. “Anything else, helicopter boyfriend?”

“I don’t know what that means,” Max grumbled. “But yes. I have left menus on the kitchen counter, I’ll send you what she likes and what she wants to get but always refuses until it’s in front of her. Also, there should be a list of movies I sent you that are her comfort movies that you can—”

“This is creepy, Verstappen, it’s like you’re my stalker or something,” you muttered, even if your heart was swooning at the small details he remembered about you.

“Lil’ Maxie just loves his Trouble,” Daniel grinned wildly. “He doesn’t shut up about you. He could probably go on for hours if we let him.”

“More like days,” Max corrected before he continued to explain everything you would need to his friend, whilst you laid there with a fond smile on your face.

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[maverick-mwah]

You don't belong to him, do you?

jealous!Max x girlfriend x Lewis Hamilton

Summary: Lewis crashed out first corner in Qatar so you walked over to the garage to comfort him(knowing his your bf's enemy)... What will happen if Max finds out-

Warnings: Aggressive Max....yea pretty much it-

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You paced back and forth by the pitwall, slightly poking your head over Christian's shoulder everytime to see the car-cam in Max's vehicle waiting to hear your favourite part of each race start "lights out and away we go". Completely lost in your thought you zoned out for a moment, not hearing anything at all, that was until you heard "Lewis Hamilton turns into George Russell-". You slightly shook your head to break the trance and walked up behind Christian to confirm what you heard, and infact what you heard was true. You watched as Lewis got out the car and walked across the track, immediately excusing yourself you made your way to the Mercedes garage of Lewis Hamilton and waited for him.

Afew moments later he arrived, clearly not in the mood for anything or anyone. So you quietly stood there and watched him take his helmet and gloves off. "I'm sorry about your race Lewis." you softly said trying to not draw too much attention to yourself. He just slightly smiled and nodded his head "These things happen all the time, no need to worry." he responded. For the next few laps of the race you two spoke and you sat next to him trying to comfort him as much as you could before it finally snapped you back into reality that you should be watching and supporting your boyfriend right now. "Sorry Lewis I have to go before certain people start wondering where I am." you offered him a kind smile and hugged him before leaving to go back to where you originally were. Little did you know certain F1 and fan cams got you two on record.

"Where were you?" Christian asked not looking back as you walked up behind him. "I was just walking around the paddock." you responded nonchalantly. Christian didn't respond and just nodded before continuing to speak to Max over the radio. Eventually the race came to an end, and as usual it was your boyfriend that won. You smiled a genuine happy smile and clapped as you saw your boyfriend on the big screens crossing the line. Eventually Max got out the car and grabbed a bottle to quench his thurst. As he congratulated Norris and Piastri, something on the big screens behind them caught his eye. It was you hugging and talking to Lewis. Oh Max was beyond pissed and he watched the way you two smiled back and forth.

You were completely unaware of anything and smiled when you saw him walking towards you and Christian. You were slightly confused to why he looked completely pissed but you probably thought it was because he was tired. And let me fucking tell you, ma'am you were WRONG... "Congratulations Maxie-" "I don't want to fucking hear it." he cut you off. He held your wrist tightly and pulled you behind him before going to Christian and whispering something to him, to which Christian just nodded and walked away. Max then turned back to you and grabbed your wrist tightly dragging you with him. "Max you're hurting me-" you try and protest, but he ignores you and the fans watch as he drags you to his driver's room. He slams the door behind him.

"What the actual fuck Max! You won the fucking race!? What's got your dick in a knot!?" you shout at him, clearly angered by the way he manhandled you infront of people and at all for that matter. Without saying a word he moves fast and places his hand around your throat, gripping it tightly(not enough to hurt you just cut off the airflow). "You think you can fucking embarrass me like that Schatz. Smiling and being all over Lewis while I'm racing to fucking win for us!" he raises his voice and you furrow your brows "I-i- it's not like that..I was comforting hi-" you managed to struggle out. "Comfort him? Comfort my fucking rival?" he smirks clearly amused at your stupidity. You attempt to shake your head but he has a firm grip on your throat and smiles and your hands come up to his hand in attempt to get him to stop. "Oh Schatz, baby-" he smirks as he cuts himself off and loosens the grip on your throat as you take a gasp of air.

Suddenly there's a *ding* on his phone and he quickly takes the phone out his pocket. He opens the notification and it's the exact same thing he saw on the big screens. He smirks still looking down at the phone as he reaches his hand out to grip you face by your cheeks as he pulls you over to him and shoves the phone in your face. As you watch the video and pics that people took of you and Lewis. While you're distracted Max latches his lips onto your neck trailing wet, sloppy, open-mouth kisses up and down your neck causing you to whimper. Inbetween kisses Max mumbles "You don't belong to him, do you Schatz?" "N-no" you softly whimper out-

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Should there be a part two to this?? Let me know...

This wasn't proof read so I apologize for errors🤠🤠(I did this out of late night adrenaline)

[mrswolffs-blog]

Jealousy: Toto Wolff x Black! Reader ft. Christian Horner

TW: Violence, Cursing

In the Formula 1 paddock, Toto had been known for working mostly alone, not asking for help unless it was a last option. So imagine the look on the media and other faces when he was spotted walking in next to a beautifully short, black haired woman as he appeared to be listening to her rant from notes on her IPad. At this point the whole paddock of drivers and a few Team Principals went into chaos trying to get to know her in a personal way yet they remained unsuccessful as Toto kept her locked away in his office.

For weeks on end, the paddock watched them arrive and disappear behind the walls of the garage only to be seen when it was time to leave. The men were going out of their minds trying to find some way to get the woman alone but it was very unfortunate that she could never even be found.

Today was scheduled to be Media day where all the drivers were packed into one room to be ‘interrogated’. “So Lewis and George. I’m sure you both already know the question I have in mind. Toto has been spotted recently with a beautiful girl who we supposed works with you all. Do you by any chance have any tea to spill with us? Even a little would be fine?” A female reporter asked eagerly causing the two Mercedes drivers to laugh. “Yeah, Y/n, she’s Toto’s personal assistant. She’s been working with him for about one and a half years now; However Toto keeps her hidden from everyone. We think he’s in love with her but he denies it and for that we gave her the nickname ‘Lady Wolff’” Lewis explained causing excitement among the other drivers.

A couple days later, Toto had Y/n enter through the back while he came through the front, only to be met by Christian himself. “Forger Wolff, nice to see you. Haven’t you seen my emails asking for your assistance number or even her email?” He asked suggestively. “And I responded saying that you should let it go because she’s uninterested in seeing or hearing from you?” Toto responded perplexed. “Can’t you just please give it a rest?” Toto asked irritated at the shorter man. “Oh c’mon Toto, that’s not fair! It’s not nice to gatekeeper and not share! And besides, maybe she would prefer a guy with a wining team and man who knows how to build and upgrade a perfect car” Christian whined and taunted which led to the furious reaction from the taller man.

Toto became infuriated as he grabbed Christian by his throat, pulling him up into the air with one arm as he held him up against the wall choking him out, while his other hand held his file bag.

“Now you listen to me Horner, I know what you’re intentions are and frankly I don’t care, but if I ever hear of or see you anywhere near my assistant, I will tear you apart piece by piece down to your very last fucking atom. Do you understand me?!” Tot asked angrily making the British native nod rapidly begging silently for release.

The cameras had caught everything with audio and Y/n had to be called out to the scene where she screamed in panic. “Toto, you can’t do that. You’re going to kill him!” She yelled out at her boss, seeing he victim turning purple in the face. “Let him go and come inside m, are you insane?! You’re twice his size, you can’t be doing this you giant!” Y/n yelled while prying her boss’ hand away from his opponent who started coughing wildly as soon as he was freed. Everyone watched on in amazement as the 5’2 woman dragged her giant of a boss away from the scene and pushed him into the office before entering and closing the door. Continuing forward everyone went back to work.

In the office, Y/n messaged her boss’ shoulders in an attempt to calm him down as he grumbled on about the fight until she decided to advise him. “Mr. Wolff you don’t have to be this upset. You should just try to ignore him” The brown-eyed woman stated as she his mood.

“That’s the thing schatz, I can’t ignore him when he’s inquiring to make advances towards anything that I already claimed!” Toto yelled as he got up, pacing the room. “What?” Y/n asked, confused as to how she was mixed in with something he ‘claimed’. “Y/n…I know this might come as a shock to you, but I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I just didn’t know how to say it and then he came along and made suggestions towards you so I got angry. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you”. Toto explained shyly while blushing from being under the young woman’s gaze.

Y/n smiled as she got up from her chair and walked towards her boss, pulling him down into an earth-shattering kiss that turned into a make out session. She pulled away from the kiss giggling cutely while Toto blushed, feeling like a school boy when Y/n said “I’m in love with you too”.

[zyonsay]

can you write a fic with toto?? cuz it's A NEEED FOR ME

Bustling Night TW

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You and Toto go on a date!

Reader: Male

Warnings: Toto del Rey?!

Now playing: 'Lolita' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey there dear Anon! Thank you for the request! When i first read this request, this reel came to my mind immediately haha

So for this one i only made a one shot because im not really a Toto person (he's precious tho), but nevertheless i hope you enjoy. I accidentally wrote it for a male reader, until i realized you didn't specify the readers gender- I hope this isn't a problem, otherwise reach out and i'll make it genderneutral!

Also, i always thought his german was SO WEIRD and just a few minutes ago i found out that Torger Christian Wolff is in fact austrian. I was so convinced that he's an Alman (European Slang for 'german person') , but it makes sense that his german sounded silly to me lol. Austrians are so unserious and i can't get over it lmao

His big hand was snaked around your waist, as bright flashes danced before you. You and your husband Toto stood on a stunning carpet while being photographed for the press. The FIA had planned an extravagant Gala Event for all the Formula One associates.  

Your hair was combed nicely, and your dress shirt hugged you perfectly. Toto was smiling sweetly while he secretly gawked at you from time to time. A loose strand had made its way on his forehead, you gently brushed it back and pressed a quick peck to his cheek. The city was alive, and you couldn’t wait to get out and about after the event. Of course, you would’ve liked to stay longer and enjoy some drinks and maybe embarrassingly dance when the party started, but you and your beloved partner made a reservation at a fancy restaurant.

Before anyone could notice, you two had snuck out of the building, breathing in the fresh night air. A few Cars were rushing by, and it felt like the nightlife was breathing and bustling. The valet handed Toto the keys to his steel grey Mercedes Benz 300 sl, nodding gratefully he handed the young man a suspiciously high tip.

He opened the passenger door for you, before hopping behind the steering wheel. He glanced over at you, still smiling like a schoolboy. The Austrian slowly snuck a hand on your thigh, making small talk with you, as the car swiftly rushed through the lit-up city streets. It didn’t feel overwhelmingly lit like New York, but homier and more romantic. The windows of the car were fully open, and the wind played through his dark hair.

The moon hung in the sky like a sweet melody and its light accentuated Toto’s sharp features, his eyes seemed to shimmer with adoration.

Once you arrived at the restaurant a smell of delicious stone oven pizza hit you. The walls of the restaurant consisted almost fully of big, beautiful windows and on the inside, there were stunning Bordeaux red curtains. There were various nicely dressed couples sitting on the terrace, while sipping coffee or chatting the night away.

Your lovely partner pulled you inside, checking the reservation with the hostess. She was a short, sweet looking woman with curly blonde hair. The lady then guided you two towards a table next to one of the big windows, telling you that your server would be with you shortly. Toto gripped your hand with his bigger one, giving you a gentle kiss on the knuckles.

“I love you, Schatz”, a sweet grin spread across his face as you chuckled.

“I love you too.”

[agendabymooner]

9 to 5 || f1 drivers (3)

(SPIN OFF OF COLOUR ME YOUR COLOUR (WIP) and RUSH)

Summary: Lorelei Hester ‘Lester’ Alessandro is a bassist first and Daniel Ricciardo’s partner second. But it seems like another role is added to her resume as she begins her weekend in Baku as Toto Wolff’s children’s babysitter. 

Chapter summary: How to kick-off the race weekend, the Wolff-pack style. OR Toto would really rather talk racing and business with his littles over Christian Horner or whoever might piss him off into next day.

Content warning: family-centric content, TOTO BEING THE BEST DAD EVER?, tooth-rotting fluff, wholesome content where Toto isn't that evil

Note: I DID IT! I also was writing a Max Verstappen thing but I'm not going to post it just yet (or will I). Might f around and post a CMYC chapter later. Enjoy xx

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iii. the most toto coded children

“How about this?” “No! No flowers, Papa.” 

“You drive a hard bargain, engel,” Toto sighed as he combed his daughter’s hair back and held it in one place. He looked down at her in the mirror, “Well, can you please show Papa the clip that you want then?” 

The 3-turning-4 years old girl, Tia Wolff, nodded eagerly as she leaned forward, only to be stopped by the slight tug that she felt when Toto kept her hair in place. “Careful,” he warned her, his soft tone an evident that he had a rare side that nobody could see but his family. He really didn’t want to end their trip early by having her fall over the stool that she could barely reach.

The girl presented him the gold barrette in her hand, her chubby fingers holding onto the small bee glued to the clip. Taking it from her hand, Toto felt it snap when he placed it on her gathered hair as he said, “Danke, Engel.” 

“Danke, Papa,” she mumbled as she tilted her to the side and looked at the mirror. She was a critique of her father’s work of art, one that he valued more than anything. Toto would honestly listen to her more than he would with Christian Horner. At least no matter how harsh she was, he knew that she meant well. That, and because she’s more like Toto than she will ever be Christian Horner. No one would understand Toto more than his mini me. 

“So?” Toto stood behind her while her little figure sat on the stool of their hotel vanity. He waited for her to respond. He couldn’t even complain about the time; throughout the years of raising his kids with Tilly taught him a lot about waiting and being patient. 

Besides, he couldn’t resist making an exemption for his kids when it comes to his schedule and work. Sometimes he could just say “To hell with that” and let the cars run themselves– just so he could spend his time with his family.

The golden bee, clipped in a certain part of Tia’s hair, glimmered under the ceiling light when she tilted her head to the right and she gasped, “OH! It’s shining. Danke, Papa!”

“Only the best for the princess,” Toto grinned as he leaned down and kissed the top of Tia’s head, leaving Tia to giggle and protest, “Papa! Messy hair!”

“Soren,” his Austrian accent rang out at the vanity of the bedroom, his eyes watching as his eldest entered the room with a questioning gaze. He asked, “Are you ready to go? Or is there anything that you need Papa’s help with?” 

“No, Papa, I am okay,” Soren smiled up at his father. He then gestured at his clothes, “I have a belt! I have put it on like how Mama did it.” 

“I can see it, schatz, well done,” Toto nodded in approval, as if he was talking to a businessman. But a little businessman, perhaps, and Toto would make more deals with him and talk business with him more than he would with any other people at the races. 

The taller figure reached for the comb and gave it to Soren, “Come on, fix your hair. No one can know that you just got out of bed.”

“I didn’t get out of bed! I have been up since… six!” Soren frowned the best that he could, but a grin in Toto’s face told him that his father was just teasing. The boy turned to where he could see his sister’s reflection and stared at his own as he combed his unruly blonde hair. Satisfied with his appearance he then exclaimed, “Voila! Je te ressemble maintenant, papa!” I look like you now, Papa!

If anyone would ask, Soren would look more like his father had it been for the blonde hair that he carried from Tilly’s genetics. Soren had the dark eyes that everyone who worked at the Mercedes-AMG headquarters feared to look at and his features could pass off as an ID in case Toto had forgotten to bring his. As of this point, Soren might as well be the owner of the company. 

Toto’s heart swelled in pride whenever their other relatives told him that the kids were so much like him and Tilly. Really, anyone could compliment the children and he would be swooning over them. As if he wanted to reward them for simply existing. 

Not that he and Tilly would spoil them and get them everything they wanted.

“You are very handsome, Soren,” said Toto and beamed, “and Tia is the prettiest girl.” 

“Hm? What about Mama?” Tia’s eyes flickered at her father’s standing figure. “Me and Mama are the prettiest!” 

Toto sighed dramatically, “Yes, yes, you are right. I am sorry. But Mama is a pretty woman. You are a pretty girl.”

“Am not a girl! Am big! I’m a woman!” Tia protested, her scowl impersonating her Aunt Sylvie’s grumpy expression. Or his. Toto wasn’t sure; nobody carried that expression more than himself and his sister-in-law.

“I hope you don’t reach that stage just yet,” Toto muttered to himself (he really prayed she wouldn't grow up that fast) before he said, “Come on, littles. We have to go to work. Papa needs to get the cars running.” 

With wide eyes and excited gasps, Soren and Tia ran out of the bedroom with squeals escaping their mouths and slipped on their backpacks. Hearing the words ‘cars’ and ‘running’ could instantly boost his children’s spirits and dash off to where the cars would be.

Toto watched the bedroom door silently, listening as his carbon copies talked animatedly about seeing their Uncle Bono and Roscoe and how they’d like to spend time with Uncle Fernando and “Lance Stoll.” 

Yeah, they certainly are Tilly’s children. 

Toto and Tilly knew from the beginning that their children were extremely loved by the drivers and would sometimes hover over them if they were given the chance. 

It reminded Toto so much of the times when the drivers used to approach Tilly when she began making her presence known to the grid. But at least this time Toto didn’t have to be jealous about having them stolen by those men. 

In the very beginning and the end, Toto won. He married Tilly and even had her children. They didn’t.

[ver33stappen]

M. Verstappen || Christmas presents

In which: Max and family celebrating Christmas trying to convince y/n to get their daughter and kart and it’s all just fluffy

Genre: fluff

Requested: yes - no

Warnings: mentions of Christian Horner, max being too cute for this world, pregnancy , abortion, Jos verstappen

DECEMBER 24TH 2022

When max had found out you were pregnant 8 months into your relationship it had been a rocky path for the both of you. The questions on wether to keep it and wether we would be good parents as max travels around a lot for his job. It was a lot to take in.

Max’s career was only really just flourishing and making the decision had to be one of the toughest things. Jos hated the idea, believed it would ruin max’s whole racing career but considering max was madly in love with you he mustered up the courage to say he wants to keep it just as you were about to drive to get the baby aborted

But looking back on it you’re extremely happy that you’d decided to keep it. On June 3rd 2019 Amelia Jane Verstappen was born and the 2 of you couldn’t be any happier.

“Mummy mummy” you looked down to see a girl with dirty blonde hair and y/e/c eyes, starring right at you.

“Yes schatz? What’s up” you kneeled down onto the kitchen floor moving a strand of Amelia’s hair behind her ear

“Can we make Chrissy cookies for Santa tonight” you giggled at the fact she wasn’t able to make out the word Christmas but nevertheless went along with it

“Of course we can my dear, we also have to make some for the reindeers” you smiled picking her up and lifting her onto the kitchen bench where she sat cross legged

“Okay, can you please pour this cup of flour into the bowl” you asked the 3 year old who was having a hard time with the glass measuring cup, you helped her hold it making sure she wouldn’t break it

Suddenly Amelia poured all the flour in making the powdery substance go everywhere, especially both of your faces

“EMMY” you said horrified with her in a fit of laughter “mama you look like a ghost it’s not Halloween” she started laughing as I tried wiping the flour off my face

“What happened here” max started wheezing as he sat in the entrance of the door way in a white t shirt and Grey sweat pants

“Daddy!” The little girl exclaimed grabbing the air indicating for max to pick her up

Max ran over to her and then put her on the couch grabbing a blanket.

“schatz can you please make some hot chocolate” max asked sweetly

“You’re Lucky i love you” I rolled my eyes

“Hold on, My Cookie helper has ditched me. Emmy you wanted to make cookies and now you’ve left mummt to do it by herself!” I exclaimed pouting

“Tough love mama” the little girl laughed god she was so sassy and she got it from her father. max smirked looking toward me about to loose it.

“Hey, der weihnachtsmann schaut dir zu!” Santa is watching you

I finally finished making the cookies and popped them in the oven, Emmy had made a mess decorating them. Sprinkles and icing were everywhere.

I had made the hot chocolate for the 2 of them and then Emmy went off to bed hoping for Santa in the morning.

As I was about to finish cleaning up max came over and hugged me from behind. Peppering my neck with kisses.

“Du bist sehr schön” you are very pretty max whispered making my heart flutter

Every time I stared into those eyes of his my heart fluttered just like a teenager in love.

I turned around and kissed him as he propped me up onto the counter.

“You know.. Emmy’s gone to bed” he smirked at me, I started shaking my head and refused

“No no no no, it’s late, Santa comes tomorrow. I have a few jobs to finish up but get into bed and I’ll be there soon” I kissed his nose as he rolled his eyes unravelling himself from my waist

Just then I got a notification on my phone. “You have missed your period for one week, are you pregnant” I read the message and my stomach dropped

I had missed it but max and I were being safe so I was really confused. Maybe that’s why I had been feeling sick in the mornings lately. Or maybe I was reading too much into it.

I walked into the bathroom, pregnancy tests on hand always just to be safe. I peed on the stick and god the wait felt like an eternity.

The timer went off the the test sat there in words it had said “positive” I took another 2 to be sure, all with the same reply.

I grabbed a box from the cupboard put the test inside and put a little note “to max: merry Christmas”

I put it under the tree and now the night awaits

DECEMBER 25TH 2022

I woke up with max and his body wrapped around me as Emma jumped up and down on our bed “mama mama mama daddy daddy it’s chrissy” she was shouting and screaming

“It is too! Let’s go see what Santa brought” max said smiling at his daughter

Oddly enough I saw a massive box and a smaller box in terribly wrapped paper under the tree that I definitely had not put there i tilted my head in confusion as Emmy ran toward it

She ripped it open and it was a racing cart along with maxes helmet from when he had won the first world championship

“Max” I slapped his shoulder, we had agreed to not to get her a cart until she was 7 which theoretically was the age she can first start driving

“But she’s so cute look at her” max whispered back looking at the blonde with the helmet completely drowning her head. “I’m just like daddy” she laughed “max she’s going to hurt herself!” Max just laughed and said “well she will be learning from the world champion so chances are slim”

Max went over and helped her, showing all the parts of the kart. She has gotten a couple gifts from uncle Charles, uncle Daniel and the rest of the drivers as they had all loved her

I saw max pick up the box I had put out last night that was labelled to him, he raised an eyebrow and then opened it. His face had dropped and then looked at mine for confirmation, i just nodded and he came over and kissed me and then my stomach

“Ewww” Emmy showed a face of disgust

“Emmy you’re going to be a big sister” max said with eagerness

“Huh” she asked

“She’ll get it later” max shrugged but then smiling back at me pulling me in for a kiss

“How long have you known” he looked up at me, “since last night”

“You should’ve told me, I would’ve bought 2 karts” he laughed

I rolled my eyes

“Mummy can I have pancakes” emmy asked politely

“Schatz let mama rest, I will cook the pancakes” max picked her up

“But your pancakes taste ew” she fake threw up and I laughed

“Hey they’re not that bad!” Max rolled his eyes starring at me

To be honest I couldn’t have had a better Christmas, right here with our happy little family.

[berylcups]

Heres the full pic of Calamari! This is just their clothing design, not their actual weight. I used a base to make sure I got the clothes on neatly. I hope it looks okay! And below is their long ass profile! I haven't decided what team to put them on the Bucci gang or La Squadra but they do give some squadra vibes... well what do you all think? where does this poor soul get to go???

🩸=la squadra only traits/dialogue

🤐=bucci gang only traits/dialogue

no emoji means it happens regardless, so sorry if its such a clusterfuck! once I finally decide im getting rid of the alt dialogue/traits!

Name: Katrin Kocteau

Allias (if applicable): Calamari 

Namesake: The Cocteau Twins 

Nicknames: Callie, Kat, Kit Kat, Gattina, Stella, Luna, Starlight, Sole, Carina, Cara, tesoro, bella, bambina, Sourpuss, Kitten 

(usually used sarcastically): Comrade, ,little sister,Sunshine, Moody boobs, Boobs McKenzie, Sourpuss

Nicknames for others: 

🩸Lulu, Schatz, Rubin

Big brother, comrade (gelato and calamari jokingly call each other comrades due to both being oppressed by the Soviet Union )

🤐Abba,Diamant ,gloomy fuck/blues, Leo, piss monger, 

Löwe,, honigbiene, liebling, Kuschelbär, Bärchen, Schatzi, Engel, süße,

(Used in a joking/sarcastic way) Arschloch,  Sonnenschein, Eselhengst, Dummkopf 

Age: 25

Birthday: July 12th

AMAB/AFAB/Intersex: AFAB

Gender Identity: Agender; They/Them sometimes she/her…doesn’t correct strangers out of exhaustion 

Height: 5’3 160cm

Weight: 175lbs

Handness: Left

Hair Color: Burgundy/Wine red 

Eye Color: Violet

Type of Voice: soft, monotone, flat, they speak very softly with a Berlin accent. You have to listen very hard to understand them due to how softly they speak. It will go from soft valley to booming peaks when agitated enough. 

Eyesight:. 20/40

Race and/or ethnicity: Caucasian; German

Hometown: West Berlin, Germany 

Current Residency: Napoli, Italy 

Religion (if applicable): Non practicing Christian 

Moral Alignment: 

🩸 evil neutral 

🤐 lawful good

MBTI Personality Type (Optional): INFJ-T

Medical & Dental Health: 

Dental-  vitamin deficiencies in childhood causing weak teeth, many fillings and crowns 

Physical- Chronic tension headaches, vitamin deficiency (vitamin D and Calcium)

Mental health: 

 PTSD, ADHD inattentive type, Major Depression, generalized anxiety disorder w/ panic attacks 

Phobias: Claustrophobic- caves and tunnels specifically 

Phonophobia- HATES loud noises and others talking too loudly

Astraphobia- related to phonophobia 

Germaphobic - fears gastrointestinal illnesses the most 

Socialphobic- is on edge around crowds and people they don’t know too well. Very reserved and secretive 

Arachnophobia - self explanatory 

Fears cursed numbers (4,13, 666)- acts a bit more covert towards it than Mista-(ex add 1 more or less spoonful of sugar to their coffee to avoid 4)

Scars/burns/birthmarks/tattoos: self inflicted cuts and scars on arms and thighs due to poor coping mechanisms 

Other distinctive physical characteristics:  

Criminal Record: 

Murder her partner Teo in a crime of passion after finding out he was cheating for the 3rd time 

Awards & Education: 

General Education Diploma, Majoring in Forensic Science in University,

Excelled in foreign languages(Italian and Russian) and art class

Past Experience: 

Calamari is cynical, bitter, a perfectionist, and never allows themself to be vulnerable. Any mistake they make they severely punish themself with. They lash out at themself because they believe they deserve it. Their forearms and thighs are full of scars and self inflicted cuts. They show Themself no mercy so they sure as hell aren't showing it to any of their targets. They're not your typical sadomasochist, not a masochist because they enjoy it. They don't enjoy it at all, but they believe they truly deserve it. 

They always had a strong interest in the paranormal and true crime. Due to religious restrictions and profitability they dedicated their education to their forensic career. They always fixed themself to the smallest details rather than the bigger picture. Small details that are often overlooked could derail the entire case and justice for the victims could be lost. Their resolve shines the brightest when they dedicate everything they have to speak for the dead. 

The corruption in the justice system and bribery infecting all the way down to their forensic team made them lose the spark and desire they had for their work. There’s nothing they could have done anyway since it was them vs the majority and they needed every lira to help pay off their exs gambling debt. 

Calamari takes extra work to help pay off his debt only to find out that he was cheating on them and then kills him out of a crime of passion. Now Calamari is left with a body and heaping amounts of gambling debt that isn't theirs. They join Passione to seek protection and to pay off their debt. 

Sexual History (for characters 18+ ONLY): 

Teo, Her ex partner

Currently:

🩸Illuso

🤐 Abbacchio 

Thoughts on love: 

They’ll swear up and down that love is worthless and a waste of time. They’ll say they never felt better by themself now that her ex Teo is gone, but they’re lying to hide the loneliness. They hate kids but are very domestic and secretly want a partner to take care of physically and emotionally. They are very touch and love starved and needs the perfect partner to give them hope in humanity again even if they only learn to trust 1 person.

It takes a long time to develop a crush due to their sexuality and trust issues. They subconsciously become more mellow and obedient around the one they develops a crush on. They’ll always listen to abbacchio’s orders. They’re no brown noser but they try to be as obedient as possible. They’re secretly very submissive. 

They’re only submissive to Illuso in private and only when he’s being nice. 90% of the time They’ll ignore him or berate him if he teases them. They don’t take being teased/bullied lightly. They avoid him and act tough around him because they don't want their weakness known or the fact that they would like someone that cruel…as if they aren't cruel themself-they won’t admit it-they’re a hypocrite and that their actions mirror his. The only difference is Calamari is only cruel to their targets and enemies. They give their teammates mutual respect until they do something to ignite their ire. 

Sexual and/or Romantic Identity:  Demisexual, Panromantic

People they like: 

“I don’t like people.  Nobody can be trusted.”

Calamari keeps people at arm's length but they’re not completely cold. They warm up to others after they prove they are trustworthy enough. 

To tell if they like you is them allowing you to be near them. Letting you sit next to them , letting you hug them (briefly), or playing with their hair. They will also joke with you, or make dry remarks. Best friends will be allowed in their room, play video games with them, and they’ll share secrets about her past and spill tea about others. You tell them a secret as a best friend and they’ll take that secret to their grave. Once you become their best friend/and or partner they’re loyal for life so don’t betray that trust like their ex did. 

🤐 Bucciarati, Abbacchio, Fugo are the ones who they trust and respect the most. 

They won’t show it but they like giorno, narancia, mista, and Trish too. They took a little longer for them to warm up to. They will send sarcastic remarks and jokes their way as their own way of showing friendship. 

🩸 they’re very hard to read, it even takes Risotto a split second to figure out what they’re feeling with their stone cold resting bitch face and monotone voice. They don’t hang around after meetings, so the only one who’s able to get a glimpse on how they feel is Nosey Illuso or Formaggio by spying on them. 

They like Risotto and prosciutto but is heavily intimidated by them. They warm up to Pesci  the quickest- Object stand users stick together.Sorbet and Gelato essentially adopted them from the moment they met, they’re friendly but they have fun making Calamari uncomfortable with the PDA. They slowly warm up to Illuso and Formaggio. Somehow they are able to find common ground with them… I wonder why- it’s almost like they can read their mind. They’re fine with Ghiaccio as long as he isn’t yelling so it’s very rare for them to enjoy his presence. Melone just disgusts them, but they put up with him for the sake of the team. 

People they hate: 

They’re known to hold some strong grudges. It took forever for them to forgive Mista for taking their slice of strawberry cake. They especially can’t stand children and babies because of the noise. Also isn’t a fan of yappy dog breeds. 

They hate anyone who gets in the way of their goals or inconveniences them. They hate their ex  due to the turmoil they dealt with because of him and hates themself for allowing them to step on them for so long.

They hate the boss because he’s an inconvenience to their livelihood and just life itself. 

🩸 

Nothing pisses them off more than a bunch of bootlickers getting in the way of them and the team getting the boss’s daughter to find out his identity. The holier than thou attitudes of Giorno and Bucciarati make them hellbent on wanting to set their enjoyment of humiliation aside and give them severe curb stomping. 

🤐

It wouldn’t really be considered “hate” but Giorno annoys them. They thinks he’s too naive and preachy …absolutely not because They’re jealous of his natural born talent or anything, don't be ridiculous. They’re a million times more polite about it than abbacchio is. They just groan or ignore him or cuts him off with “you’re too young to understand” or “you wouldn’t get it…” “*groans*whaaaat? I’m busy…go brown nose Bucciarati instead kid.”

They didn’t care much for Trish believing her to be nothing more than an ungrateful spoiled brat. They both grew up so differently that it was hard to bond at 1st. Thankfully neither of them are that stubborn to try to understand each other. 

Dreams for the future:  

A peaceful life with her perfect partner. A cozy home in either Austria or Sicily with many pets and an art studio. They crave normalcy and freedom of expression.

Relationships(name a person that they have a connection to and what their relationship is like[friend, enemy, Ex, current lover, family , etc.]): 

Teo- Ex 

🤐Abbacchio-Current partner

Bucciarati- Confidant & Leader

Fugo- Good Friend

Narancia-Good Friend

Mista- Good Friend

Giorno- Friend

Trish- Friend

🩸Illuso- Current Partner

Formaggio- Good friend

Pesci- Good friend

Prosciutto- Mentor & Callies Secret not so secret crush

Risotto- Leader

Sorbet- Good Friend & parental figure

Gelato-Good friend & parental figure

Ghiaccio- tolerable friend in small doses

Melone- Tolerates- wishes they didn’t know him

Quotes (what do they say often? What’s their life’s motto?): 

“How about you go play in traffic?”

“”Kiss concrete douche!”

“Eat asphalt!”

"Everyone shut up I'm doing _______!"

views on life “There are 3 rules in life that must always be followed: 

1. If you’re going to do it right- do it right the 1st time.

2. Always be punctual. If you’re early you’re on time. If you’re on time, you’re late. 

And 3. Be self reliant. Never burden others. If you have a problem- fix it. Don’t know how? learn.  This is the true way of life.”

“ Do you wanna  X? Because that’s how you X.”They say this phrase a lot when someone is doing something stupid or if they had enough of someone and are threatening them. 

🤐“Do you wanna walk all the way to Pompeii? Because that’s how you do that if you keep trying to turn down my music smartass. YES it needs to be that loud. I’m trying not to fall asleep at the wheel. If it bothers you so much, you and Giorno take the wheel, I’m laying in the back and taking a nap. Don’t fuck up and crash the car or my geist will haunt you panna.”

🤐🩸“Were you even listening to a word I was saying? Sigh… you’re such a disappointment, why do I bother with you?..”

Disregarding a mista conspiracy theory/ghiaccio rant 🤐🩸“There’s literally not enough adderall in the world for me to listen to whatever bullshit you're word-vomiting out..”

Taunting illuso back🩸“Make you a sandwich ? How about you earn it 1st. make yourself useful and shine my boots till I can see my reflection in them. Then mayyybe I’ll even think about it.”

🩸Receiving a hit “Who’s funeral am I facilitating?”

🩸“Halt die Schnauze! Would it kill you to not scream like a verdammt banshee every 5 minutes?!”

🩸Defending their stand” Why would my stand need to be strong when it doesn’t have to? I let gravity do all the work for me and I don’t have to break a sweat. I can move anywhere I want, and don’t have to worry about anyone reaching me. It can throw you around like a lousy rag doll and you’ll be helpless to do anything about it. I don’t need to be strong to take your sorry ass down. I may need protection now and then but I’m still the queen on the chessboard. I can go and attack from ANYWHERE”

🩸Apprehensive about betrayal“I’m used to living frugally. I don’t see how 20 million lira is too little to live off of. I don’t think it’s worth going against the boss for more. We don’t know who he is or what he’s capable of.”

🩸Expressing denial and hiding their feelings “Love? Absolutely disgusting. It’s a useless feeling and only sets you up for failure. There’s nothing worse than being tied down with dead weight who will either cheat or become bored of me or I’ll be bored of them. Material goods bring me just as much happiness as an annoying man/woman ever could. I buy a new pair of boots or a handbag, get tired of them- go set them aside in my closet, and buy new ones. Wash, rinse, repeat. Your life is much less difficult when you think with your brain instead of your heart… or your balls if we’re being realistic.”

Hobbies;

Painting, Drawing, Playing Video games, clothes & shoe shopping, make up, petting cats, napping, and eating

Habits: 

Is secretly superstitious. Avoids numbers that they hate, won’t open umbrellas inside, walking under ladders etc… The only exception to their superstitions is black cats. 

🩸Man spreads on the couch out of pure passive aggressiveness since there’s never any room for them to sit

They have a soft spot for black cats and their cats Depeche and Muse are their pride and joy. They greeted them with open arms completely ignoring their teammates all together thinking they were excited to see them when they got back.

 🩸They have a kangaroo pouch to hold them in when she’s working around the base/hideout….

🩸They love traumatizing teammates by tricking them into showing them shock sites and laugh maliciously at their reaction. 

🩸They has a very dark sense of humor so it usually plays off well with sadistic or edgy teammates. 

.They try to hide their smiles and giggles by covering their mouth. This habit slowly ceases once they feels more comfortable around others. 

Calamari hides their red face when they’re aroused or embarrassed .

They sigh and huff a lot when they’re irritated. 

They enjoy coming up with unusual torture/interrogation methods. They held a bamboo skewer up to someone’s eye, threatening to turn their eye into a kabob and lobotomise them. 

They’re   very diligent in working on their Italian vocabulary and accent. They get help from Fugo from time to time when they have trouble pronouncing something. Or on the hitman team…they’re stuck with Ghiaccio. Which you think would be a disaster but he’s pretty patient with those genuinely wanting to learn Italian, but that doesn’t mean he won’t have his typical outbursts.

They’ll get annoyed with him and his noise and will spite him by only speaking in German the rest of the day until he finally breaks and begs them to stop. He doesn’t know German but he knows damn well they’re talking shit about him to Illuso . 

They aren’t able to physically defend themself in hand to hand combat so they are well equipped with spiked knuckles and a stun gun strong enough to take down a bear. They have a hand gun that they are taking lessons with, they’re competent but their aim isn’t as good with it as they are with their stands bow. 

Quirks/Unique personality traits:

They won’t look anyone in the eye or call anyone by name directly unless they’re very close with the person. 

Doesn’t announce when they’re here or when they leave. They just walk right in without saying a single hello or I’m back/here. 

In the very beginning they spoke a lot like an NPC with very short to 1-2 worded answers. Once they became more comfortable with their team they said more than 2 words.

Pet peeves:

Talking over or interrupting them while talking 

People acting smarter than they really are 

Excessive noise (barking dogs, talking too loud, yelling , crying children, Ghiaccio , etc)

Gratuitous PDA 

Not obeying rules (excluding missions) 

Being late 

WAKING THEM UP

Invading their personal space 

Moving their things- they have them specifically where they want them

ILLUSO

Having wet hair and clothes (sensory issues )

People whispering (they’re paranoid) 

Do you have a stand?(if not ignore the questions related to it): Yes, Via Black Sabbaths Arrow

Stand type(humanoid, object, drone, etc.): Object

Stand appearance (if you don’t have a picture): no set visual yet- but fantasy type bow and arrow that looks similar to a moon…Still working on it.

Stand Name: Black Celebration

Stand Range: 15 meters , 30 meters (how far stand can shoot max) 

Destructive power:  D(calamari must rely on gravity and their surroundings to use to their advantage. Their stand technically isn’t meant to be used in combat but their creativity has helped them and their teammates out of life or death situations) 

Speed: A(variable, Calamari learns to have more control over [lower/strengthen] the suction and ejection the black holes)

Range: A(variable, how far Calamari arrows shoot)

Stamina/persistence: D (can stay inactive for an extended period of time up to 3-4 hours before activating.)

Precision: C

Development potential: A

Stand Abilities: 

Black Celebrations intended role was for contingency plans and escape routes. Calamari and their stand is bursting with potential. They're full of creativity and are always thinking of ways to be several steps ahead of their enemy. 

Black Hole traps: like real black holes, they are invisible to the naked eye and aren’t really black. BC can be shot to set up a booby trap for a target to unknowingly get in its range to be swallowed up and spat out another hole wherever Calamari pleases. It can stay dormant for roughly 3 to 4 hours so they don’t need to chase down their target but they can’t stray too far away from the town/city they’re in. To distinguish the difference between their target and civilians is to periodically check through the hole. Which isn’t too difficult when working on investigating targets beforehand. But these traps are basically useless if they don’t have this information, unless they stay nearby. With that, it will activate with the snap of their fingers

Chaining: This is the ability everyone relies on calamari the most . Calamaris 1st learned ability, they can take up to 8 shots at once  roughly about 7-30 meters in between each hole max to get  themself and her teammates out of a location. The more arrows they shoot the less they will go. It’s better to go one at a time. If they only shoot 1 it simply just takes them through the other side of something, like the other side of walls, into other rooms, vehicles, etc.

 Effect beacon/ redirection: With slowing down the way BC inhales/exhales matter, it can expand the effects of certain other stand abilities or redirect them (ex Grateful Dead aging fog, Purple Hazes virus,) 

Redirecting projectiles work well with their stand too (Aerosmith’s shots) though; it doesn’t work well with Sex Pistols, the sudden change in surroundings disorientates them losing control of the bullet. There’s limits to how much weight BC manipulates. It can handle roughly double their own body weight (300-350 lbs) when in the most dire situation they can transport a full sized sedan through a wall with the help of another pulling back the bow. 

Remote vision: Calamari can see into any black hole at any time but only one at a time. They are limited to 7 seconds of looking in and have some time before they can do it again or else they get severe headaches.

Stand weaknesses:

No defense or ability to fight back: BC has no ability to defend itself in close ranged fights due to being an object based stand. It requires a few seconds to set up 2 portals to send their attacker away or for them to escape and sometimes they might not have that precious time. 

Loss of senses: when looking into their black holes they can only sense what’s going on in the hole. This leaves them vulnerable for an easy ambush so they need someone nearby when they do this. 

Low endurance: BC  is fueled by Calamari’s adrenaline. Their anxiety and fight or flight response is what helps make their arrows manifest. After a long arduous fight it saps their energy and makes them incredibly exhausted and drowsy. They usually sleep on the ride after a mission, resting their head on whoever is next to them.

Battle Cry:  N/A

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Favorite Band: Alice in Chains

Favorite Color: Violet

Favorite Animal: Pallas Cat

Favorite Movie: The Amityville Horror

Favorite school subject: Art

Favorite Meal:

Appetizer/Side dish: caprese salad

Entree:Sauerbraten w/ sauerkraut 

Dessert:tiramisu

Drink:cappuccino

Snack: soft pretzels w/ mustard

Food/Drink Dislikes:

Garlic, sausages links(all kinds), eggs, sweet pickles, processed cheese, canned foods(excluding pickles)cream soda, root beer, mint chip ice cream, mint anything

Additional notes (any other details you wanna add about your OC?):

[mediumtires]

how do you think our favorite old men would rate different pet names? Like, darling is very much in their vocabulary, but do have any other regulars? Is darling Christian’s word and he’s sticking to it? Does Toto do progressively more German pet names to annoy Christian? Have either of them accidentally made a rude name a call back? Idk why this has consumed me but I request your input

so darling is pretty much a given. i like to think toto picked it up from christian early on in their relationship and says it out of the blue on a random tuesday morning when they’re both rushing to get out of the house and christian’s brain just. short circuits. other frequent ones are honey, love and sweetheart, just because in my mind they’re, you know. older, more mature than a lot of the go to f1 pairings. i can’t really see them using terms like baby or babe (i know i have made this a thing in more. intimate settings and i remain firm on that point. but only in very selective situations.)

i like to think christian occasionally goes for something very obnoxious to annoy toto. sugarplum. muffin. buttercup. lovebug. handsome. casanova (iykyk). and every time toto will threaten him with a call to his lawyer to finalise the divorce.

in terms of german pet names. i’m really fucking particular about this lmao. first of all i don’t take toto for a guy to use a lot of pet names anyway. he calls his partners by their first name a lot of the time although i guess behind closed doors there might be the occasional term of endearment. that being said german pet names are really. dunno. they make me cringe and a lot of the times i don’t get them. so i don’t use them :) things like schatz/schatzi (rip) or even liebling to me just kill the flow when i’m reading (and also kill the vibe of whatever it is i’m reading).

so my take on this is toto calls christian by his first name most of the time. his go to pet name for him is darling though, occasionally honey. i think love works really well too. christian sometimes calls toto “wolff”, but toto never really calls christian “horner” because he’s too attached and in love and he can’t separate the two, not even for a joke :)

[godandtheindianroad]

Finding God on the Indian Road!?!?!?!?

The language of this blog title may seem a bit strange to some, for others it may seem more like an oxymoron, and then there will always be those who have no clue to the hidden indicators that lie beneath the surface of these words “Finding God on the Indian Road.” The blunt and sad truth is that the Christian church has had a very tumultuous past with Native American peoples over the past couple of centuries. In fact, some argue that that fateful year of 1492 was the beginning of a momentous change motivated by exploration and false doctrines of “Inter Caetera," that authorized Spain and Portugal the ”holy” right to colonize, convert, and enslave the Americas and its Native peoples as subjects. This evangelical movement quickly became known as the ‘Jesus Road.’ For many, ‘taking the Jesus Road,’ meant an utter and complete denial of Native American identity so that ‘salvation’ could be achieved in the whitewashing of Indigenous Peoples. This recently came to light in a heartbreaking way as “Interior Secretary Deb Haaland advocated for a Truth and Healing Commission to examine past U.S. government efforts to eradicate the languages, identities and cultural practices of Native Americans, Alaska Natives, and Native Hawaiians,” (Schatz, 6.23.2022). The results from this have and continue to bring tears to the eyes of onlookers at the injustices done in the name of evangelism in a very dark chapter of American history. The sad truth is, this is just but one example of the MANY injustices done to Native Americans in ‘taking the Jesus Road.” Many Indigenous people to this day are still unable to speak about these tragedies that they endured firsthand and for those that are speaking out, the pain and lasting implications are poignant to say the very least. Many Natives during this evangelistic period denied Christianity entirely and another road emerged, the Indian Road. This was a way of remaining connected with traditional practices and ways of living that allowed the Native American identity to flourish and endure. It reminds me of my favorite Robert Frost poem,

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both. And be one traveler, long I stood. And looked down one as far as I could, To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there. Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay, In leaves, no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference,” (Frost, 219).

The reality is, although often overlooked by many non-Native people, that God was very much present on the Indian Road. Some might even argue more so than on the Jesus Road. The spirituality and connection with The Creator both pre-1492 and post-1492 are powerfully evident and it reveals a truth that many evangelists of the early colonization period overlooked in that Native American peoples knew and were worshipping God in powerful and profound ways prior to ever learning of Christianity and the Jesus Road. It is from this place that we can begin to ask ourselves as Christians and both Native Americans and non-Native Americans alike, how can we then embrace what Indigenous culture has to teach us about connecting with God and living more spiritually? There is a lot to learn, and when we can open ourselves up to this truth, the truth that Native Americans have a LOT to teach Christians about how to connect with Aba' Bínni'li' (Creator), THEN a new road emerges that recognizes indeed God can be found on this Indian Road!

Nanna ishkanihmikma Chihoowaako ishayokpacha'shki (In all your ways acknowledge Him)!!!

REFERENCES

Schatz, Brian. The U.S. is reckoning with its troubled past of Indian boarding schools. U.S. Senator for Hawaii. (6.23.2022) https://www.schatz.senate.gov/news/in-the-news/the-us          is-reckoning with-its-troubled-past-of-indian-boarding-schools

Frost, Robert. Robert Frosts Poems. (New York, NY: Henry Holt and Co., 1971).

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Get yourself a girlfriend that actually tries to understand your native language!!

anywaygs uh, here's some more of the sillies for ya, @kdo16! (yet another sneak-peak on Molly Lore)

Characters Featured

Molly (using disguise/shape-shifting tech)

Skin Color: Mixed, darker. Hair Color: dark brown. Eye-color: Yellow. Age: 14. Height: 5'11

Noteable Conditions: Hydroflouric Acid scar (right eye), Vitiligo (lighter spots on the body), Asthma

Familiars: Glorlox (Father), Kay (mother), Lisa (older cousin), Sean (older cousin)

Significant Other: Amalie Oliver (girlfriend)

Amalie 'Schatz' Oliver (Schatz = Darling)

Skin Color: Pail/Fair. Hair Color: light ginger. Eye-Color: Brown and Hazel/Green. Age: 14. Height: 5'2

Noteable Conditions: Heterochromia (two different eye colors), Freckles, PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder)

Familiars: Ruth Alex Oliver (Mother), Ned Christian Young (Father), Dustin Celine Oliver (half-sister; shared mother), Marie Callan Oliver (half-sister; shared mother), Julius Robert Oliver (half-brother; shared mother)

Significant Other: Molly (Girlfriend)

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Erlanger Genuss-Festival 2024: Nach Herzenslust schlemmen

Gaumenfreuden der Extraklasse locken vom 07. – 09.03.2024

Bereits zum siebten Mal organisiert der Erlanger Tourismus und Marketing Verein (ETM) gemeinsam mit Spitzenköchen aus Erlangen das Genuss-Festival in der Hugenottenstadt. Vom 7. bis 9. März 2024 locken kreativ gestaltete Menüs bei den Dinnerabenden, eine Genuss-Safari durch die Erlanger Innenstadt sowie der krönende Abschluss, „Cooking with friends“. Das Event wird dieses Jahr von der Stadt- und Kreissparkasse Erlangen Höchstadt Herzogenaurach gefördert. Der Ticketverkauf zum kulinarischen Höhepunkt der Hugenottenstadt startet am 20. November 2023.

„Auch dieses Mal wollen wir den Besuchern des Genuss-Festivals ein qualitativ hochwertiges Erlebnis bieten. Von daher freuen wir uns ganz besonders, dass wir die Stadt- und Kreissparkasse Erlangen Höchstadt Herzogenaurach als Förderer unseres Events gewinnen konnten“, erzählt Christian Frank, Geschäftsführer des ETM. „Durch diese Unterstützung ist es uns gelungen – neben den bewährten Erlanger Spitzenköchen – Top-Gastronomen aus dem Landkreis mit in die Veranstaltung zu integrieren. So verbinden wir Stadt und Landkreis in einem Event“, so Frank.

So sieht es auch Johannes von Hebel, Vorsitzender des Vorstandes der in Erlangen ansässigen Stadt- und Kreissparkasse: "Das Erlanger Genuss-Festival ist eine herausragende Gelegenheit, die Vielfalt und Qualität der hiesigen Gastronomie zu zelebrieren. Als Förderer dieses kulturellen Schatzes verfolgen wir mit Stolz das Ziel, Stadt und Landkreis durch die kulinarische Verbindung dieser Spitzenveranstaltung auf diesem Wege zu bereichern und zu vereinen. Wir wünschen allen Gästen wunderbare Stunden im Rahmen des Festivals".

Sechs Erlanger Restaurants haben an drei Dinnerabenden besondere Kreationen für ihre Gäste vorbereitet. Die individuell gestalteten Mehrgang-Menüs richten sich an Genussmenschen und locken mit kreativen Gängen: Saibling-Filet im Schwarzen Adler, Seeteufel unter Chorizokruste im Gasthaus Polster, ein Duett von der Ente mit Süßkartoffeln und Ahornsirup im Alten Brunnen, ein Kalbsrücken mit Lauch und Shiitake im Muskat oder Pulpo a la brasa in Santiago’s Kitchen sind nur eine kleine Auswahl des gesamten Angebots. Das Restaurant Herzstück gestaltet ein Überraschungsmenü mit Auswahlmöglichkeiten für seine Gäste.

Der große Abschlussabend findet dieses Jahr am Samstag, 09. März 2024, im Gasthof Alter Brunnen in Marloffstein, statt, erstmalig mit einem Hobbygastkoch. In Zusammenarbeit mit Fritz Striegel jr. konnte der Bundestagsabgeordnete Stefan Müller gewonnen werden, der als Hobbykoch für einen der sieben Gänge verantwortlich ist. Zusammen mit den Erlanger Köchen Dominic Polster, Zacharias Dengler und Fritz Striegel jr. entstand so ein abwechslungsreiches Menü. Unterstützt werden sie zusätzlich noch von zwei weiteren Gastköchen: Santiago Estrada Lozana von Santiago’s Kitchen setzt Akzente aus der südamerikanischen Küche. Marco Hollbauer vom Hotel HerzogsPark verführt durch seine regionale Küche. Begleitet wird der Abend durch verschiedene lokale Winzer, die zu jedem Gericht den passenden Tropfen servieren.

Das dritte kulinarische Format des Festivals ist die Genuss-Safari. Die Teilnehmenden bekommen eine Stempelkarte und entdecken auf ihrem Rundgang elf ganz unterschiedliche Geschäfte in der Erlanger Innenstadt, die mit kleinen Köstlichkeiten verwöhnen. Das Angebot reicht von Schokolade, über Kaffee bis hin zu einer Weinverkostung. Dieses Jahr haben sich das Contigo, Vier Jahreszeiten, der Katzentempel, Betten Bühler, Café Südliche, Australiss, Erlanger Teehaus, Köstlich & Co, Kernwein’z, Wohlsein Weine und Decantus wieder kleine Überraschungen ausgedacht.

Informationen und Ticketverkauf Die Tickets zur Genuss-Safari, den Dinnerabenden und „Cooking with friends“ gibt es ab 20. November 2023 bis einschl. 23. Februar 2024 in der Tourist-Information Erlangen (Goethestraße 21a, 91054 Erlangen).

Mehr Infos unter www.erlangen.info/...

Copyright Text: Erlanger Tourismus und Marketing Verein e.V.

Copyright Foto: ANNE ZARNCKE

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TREASURE – unser Thema im Juli. Wasser ist einer unserer grössten Schätze. Und was wäre unsere Stadt ohne den Rhein? Wir zollten unserem Basler Schatz Tribut und trafen uns zum Z'morge am Rhy. Was für ein erfrischender Start in den Tag, ganz besonders für unsere vier Rheinschwimmerinnen! Danke an Christian von bread.love und Reto von Haenowitz&Page für das feine Brot und den guten Kaffee sowie eure Inputs zu diesen beiden Schätzen. Merci auch an die Buvette7 – Flora am Rhy für die Location.

Fotos: Timo Orubolo

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Luv Lubker Under His Spell #UnderHisSpell #TheRivalCourts #VictorianFiction #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @LubkerLuv @cathiedunn

FEATURED AUTHOR: LUV LUBKER Please welcome Luv Lubker to The Coffee Pot Book Club Blog Tour held between July 3rd — July 7th, 2023. Luv Lubker is the author of the Historical Fiction, Under His Spell (The Rival Courts), released by Historium Press on May 30 2023 (384 pages). Below are highlights of Under His Spell, Luv Lubker's author bio, and an excerpt from her book. Tour Schedule Page: https://thecoffeepotbookclub.blogspot.com/2023/05/blog-tour-under-his-spell-by-luv-lubker.html   HIGHLIGHTS: UNDER HIS SPELL   Under His Spell (The Rival Courts) By Luv Lubker Audiobook (coming soon): Ella McNish, Jamie Collette, Max Mustache, Christian Stark, Ju Thomas, Philip Zielinzki, Michael Garamoni Blurb: A beautiful love story between the Princess Royal Victoria and Fritz Wilhelm, Frederick III of Prussia A lonely young man attends the first World’s Fair – the Great Exhibition of 1851 – and meets a family who changes his life forever. Follow the young Prince Fritz – later Friedrich III – of Prussia and his wife, Queen Victoria’s eldest daughter, Vicky, (parents of Kaiser Wilhelm II) through their courtship and the joys and struggles of their first four years of marriage. Fritz and Vicky dream of a peaceful united Germany, but Fritz’s uncle Karl has his own dreams of power… Discover often hinted at but unrevealed secrets of the Prussian Royal court… Buy Links: Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/4AA28k Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C5J75V1P Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C5J75V1P Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0C5J75V1P Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0C5J75V1P Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/under-his-spell-luv-lubker/1143496988 Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/under-his-spell-25 AUTHOR BIO: LUV LUBKER   Luv Lubker has lived in the Victorian era half her life, making friends with the Brontë sisters and the extended family of Queen Victoria. Now she knows them quite as well as her own family. Born in a cattle trough in the Appalachian mountains, Luv lives in Texas - when she comes to the modern world. When she isn’t living in the Victorian era, she enjoys being with her family; making and eating delicious raw food, riding her bike (which she only learned to ride at 25, though she’d ridden a unicycle since she was 7), and watching animals - the passion of her childhood. Social Media Links: Website: https://therivalcourts.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/LubkerLuv Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/luvy.lubker Author Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheRivalCourts LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/luv-lubker-1916b81b0 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/llubker/ Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/luvlubker/ Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Luv-Lubker/author/B0C5TRY327 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21511046.Luv_Lubker EXCERPT: UNDER HIS SPELL   “Ich weiß nicht…” he murmured, and again, with a deep sigh, turned his face uneasily away from her, carefully taking his hands from her chest and putting one on her shoulder, one on her waist, then, just holding her hands again. He continued, “I don’t know… I – I don’t know how to speak to you. I mean, I – don’t know any words that aren’t – improper – I mean – coarse and vulgar. I – I can’t even make myself call you Meine Liebchen or Schatzi – It is just –” “Do you mean to say you don’t like me to call you Mein Schatz or Liebling16?” “Oh, nein, Vicky! Your words are so pure and clean. But – what will others think if I just call you Vicky – it seems so strange and stiff for a husband not to call his wife by some endearment – they will think we are like all the others...” “Fritz, what does it matter what others think of what you call me? That is a private matter between us, isn’t it?” “I know; it is really just that – everything is – tainted – in my mind, I do not want to have those thoughts when I am with you. Besides your parents, your family, almost everything I know is so – wrong – almost all the endearments I ever hear are either in sarcasm or such situations as I do not wish to associate with our love – And – oh!” He rose and walked through the room.  “How can I take you into that! You don’t know what it is!” His voice trembled. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, Vicky! I – I don’t want to see you suffer.” She rose, and put her arms round Fritz’s neck and kissed him. They had been alone for two hours, as husband and wife, and had not even kissed since they left the chapel. Fritz held her tight in his arms, returning her kiss. She broke away. “Fritz, don’t be afraid. You can’t contaminate me. YOU are so pure, I love you so much for all these thoughts! Thank you, thank you for – everything. I am your wife now, you are my husband, it is right, and pure, and clean, for you to have these thoughts about me! Don’t – don’t – I don’t know, you have lived in such different circumstances than I have, and I have always been so – sheltered, I suppose, but, I can try to see what you mean from what you have told me, and what Papa and others have. I will do anything for you, Fritz, and will go anywhere with you. I trust you!” “I don’t know...” Instagram Handle: @thecoffeepotbookclub       Read the full article

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Im “Büro”

Und auch diesem Mäuschen auf der Bühne gefiel die Bilddatei von Laura Kövesi auf dem Cyberfeld eher nicht? Köln? Weswegen die Hilfsgenossen hier vor Ort was genau beleidigt getan und soeben (auch) diesen Namen am Screen gegen 22 : 18 Uhr versucht haben zu löschen? Mit welcher Intention, die gleich Cybereinheiten überprüfen werden? Unter Zuhilfenahme der bombenfest gesperrten Datenbanken auch für die Mäuschen da oben! Doch! Nicht jedem gefallen Ermittelnde Einheiten, und nicht jeder versteht, wer mit wessen Daten parasitär versucht zu arbeiten unter Umgehung der Originale. Köln? "Lager-Haft" für welche Einheiten? Essen? Ganz nach alter Tradition? Auch mit neuem Gewand? Sie reagieren beleidigt auch mit Hilfe massenmedialer Unterstützer mit welchen Methoden? Finanziert von? Der beste Funkverkehr?

Gefällt die Lernumgebung des Zug der Zeit denn so sehr? Doch. Das ist schon klar! Wollten Sie wirklich parasitär mit den Daten spielen? Den Test-Szenarien? Unter Bezug welcher aktueller Entwicklungen? Ach, wirklich? Der beste Funkverkehr? Und was genau wieder versuchen? Sie wollten mit dem Material auch mal wieder auf den Hügeln spielen? Und wo noch? Die Elite? Meinen Sie, das wird was? Mit "Hmmh" - Geschnattere jetzt an und im welchen Hintern spielen wollen? Gassi gehen wollen mit Ermittelnden Einheiten? Gisela? Sie erinnern sich? Schatz, gute Reise nach Damaskus! Doch, die nehmen auch Dich wieder mit Kuss-Hand! (Ganz bestimmt .... ! ...  WAS? Cyberfeld KI .... ????)

Na die Elite? Und wir versuchen es wieder wo? Noch mal? Druckdarmgespiele? Stellvertreter-Szenario. Schatz? Deine Dosen! Dürfen wir wieder ... ? Die Sache mit den Teppichen und dem Test-Szenario haben wir gemeinsam etwas aufgepeppt. Richtig! Wollten Sie auch wieder? Nicht jedem Dekorationsstück gefällt es dann, wenn es denn bemerken muss, dass zu Test-Zwecken der Dekorationen (... Und wer war das mit dem Dosenpfand soeben?) hin und und wieder auch intime Team-Arbeit geleistet werden muss. Schrecklich. Ganz schrecklich, diese Arbeit im "Büro". Ehrlich. Ernst-Haft. Sieht man denn wieder, wie sehr der Chef da leidet? Und Sie? Sie arbeiten also auch beim Fern-Sehen? Sagen Sie bloss!

Und nun? Och nee ... ! Beleidigt ... ! Beim Update gegen 22 : 27 Uhr eine Fernlenkung von wem genau versuchen? "Hmmh" Süsse? Keine Sorge! Das Dessert. Cheffe kommt dann wieder zurück nach der Arbeit. Das Mäuschen auf der Bühne! Die Freunde? Dürfen wir den Salat reichen? Gruss vom kleinen Chef, momentan nicht im "Büro"! Darling! Da oben auf der Bühne? Danke für die Aufmerksamkeit! Und auch das Ding, dass soeben hinter wem genau sublim sabbelt, will soeben was? Im Büro wieder Fern-sehen? Geht's denn? Den Eingang gefunden? Na Freunde? Und wen haben wir da wieder?

Christiane, Sie Koryphäe, Sie! Popcorn? Für die preisverdächtige Tüte des Tages? Legen Sie mal einen Zahn zu: Das schaffen Sie auch! "Eine Nacht hat gereicht". Sie wissen schon. Wie? .. Dann geben Sie sich mal Mühe ... ! Und? Nachschub! Doch, das macht Appetit! Lese es soeben! Bekomme gleich Essen. Gerne doch ... Und was gibt's heute? Na? Das Aufmerksamkeitssyndrom soeben im Haustechnikprotokoll? Erzählen Sie mal ... ! Noch mehr Nachschub? Gassi gehen wollen mit wem und welchen Einheiten? Auch unter Zuhilfenahme der Dienstrechner und Daten der anderen? Gerne doch ... !