#also it's not a race week and i haven't annoyed all of you with them so here we are

[livetogether--diealone]

fave type of sewis pics

[hauntedrain]

For Years! | Max Verstappen x Reader |

Social media AU Summary: Max and reader get criticism over the status of their relationship.

✮▹ A/N: So sorry for not posting for so long. Life has been BUSY. but hopefully i can post more and write more! Love you guys <3

✰▹Warnings/Notices: Not edited. nothing really. reader mentioned to write music

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@Y/N: Lovely time lately.

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user1: LMFAO MAX.

user2: Y/N you'll always been iconic

user3: sometimes I forget Max Verstappen is dating THE Y/N L/N.

↪ user4: SO TRUE. It completely passes my mind that they've been together before he even got to F1.

↪ user5: THEY'VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR 9 YEARS?

↪ user6: YEA ITS WILD.

↪ user7: wait but they haven't gotten married or anything?

↪ user8: Yea no. They also avoid the questions around it. Kind of weird to me.

↪ user9: But hasn't Y/N written songs about marriage and getting married? Why haven't they?

↪ user10: Maybe they just don't want to. Or max doesn't.

MaxVerstappen: Why did you choose that photo of me.

↪ Y/N: You want me to post the photo from yesterday?

↪ MaxVerstappen: NO.

↪ user11: LMFAO. PARENTS.

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@MaxVerstappen: Great race and great win! Getting ready for next week. And thank you to @Y/N for making me but those glasses, best purchase.

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Y/N: I told you they were a good investment

↪ MaxVerstappen: I don't know if you would call it an investment.

↪ Y/N: I'll post that picture.

↪MaxVerstappen: It was a great investment! better than a house!

↪ user12: better than a ring?

↪ user13: STOP. but no fr, wheres the ring Max?

user14: Okay nice win but when yall getting married?

user15: everyone needs to mind their business, maybe they're just not ready to get married and that okay.

↪ user16: But its been 9 YEARS. NINE YEARS. Its a red flag.

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@F1GOSSIP: Max Verstappen and Y/N L/N have been criticized over the status of their relationship. The couple has been together for over 9 years however many fans have realized that there's been no movement in the relationship, family and marriage vise. Thought?

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user17: I mean its their life but 9 years?

user18: Idk guys don't hate me but sometimes max doesn't seem interested in Y/N. Like all of the Monaco GP? seem happy around her.

↪ user19: Bro look at the pictures in the post. Does he seem unhappy in them? No he seems very happy.

↪ user20: Okay but lets be honest. Both only seem that happy in front of a camera.

User21: I mean for some of their relationship they were fairly young. Maybe they just wanna enjoy it little by little.

↪ user22: I think in 9 years you can enjoy a lot.

user23: I wouldn't marry her either. Max knows what's best which is why he hasn't done it.

Y/N has posted to their story!

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@MaxVerstappen: happy 3 year anniversary @Y/N. love you much and cant wait for years to come. Also, people said I hated her? How could I?

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Y/N: Guys my husband is kinda cool.

↪ MaxVerstappen: Kinda?

↪ Y/N: yea cuz im cooler than you.

↪ MaxVerstappen: Okay love.

user24: WTF 3 YEARS?

user25: max said hold my 3x WDC titles while I make everyone shut up about my relationship.

↪ Y/N: He just wins everything doesn't he?

↪ CharlesLeclerc: Yea its kinda annoying. you should distract him Y/N

↪ MaxVerstappen: Dont tell my wife to distract me, I'll lose.

↪ CharlesLeclerc: thats the point.

↪ LandoNorris: I just wanna win.

↪ user26: LMFAO WHAT IS HAPPENING

↪ Y/N: Im collecting them all

User27: And people said max didnt wanna marry her.

user28: Bro just keeps winning doesnt he. Y/N GIVE ME A CHANCE.

user29: if you look closely you can see me getting run over by an F1 car.

⭒❃.✮:▹A/N: I hope you guys like it! I need to post more but ive gotten so busy and haven't had the time. But I'll try to post more often. Love you guys! hope you enjoyed.

[naomiarai]

Conscious – cbg.

Synopsis : Your best friend's idea for trying to help you stay awake for your finals might be a bit twisted right?

Pairing : beomgyu × afab!reader [non idol au]

Wc : 1.6k

Warnings : dom! gyu, sub!reader, praise, pet names (princess, angel, pretty girl), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie.

Disclaimer : the lovely anon who sent an drabble on this. it got deleted, but I decided to write a fic on it. [I wrote this in one sitting while I was drunk so..]

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Finals week was up tight for you. You swore you'd fail if you don't stay up all night studying. Hell that's not seeming to work

Luckily, you had someone to pent up with your version of opposite-insomnia. Beomgyu is annoying, but you still want him around. He's probably the only one keeping you sane when you keep falling asleep instead of racing your eyes on words.

You've managed the ones you couldn't avoid and here you are with the last one. Beomgyu seems careless today. He's sprawled up over your living room couch, his legs crossing over yours. Laptop situated on your lap, your eyes kept closing, only something that touched you lightly jolted you awake.

You scream out in frustration, muttering numerous curse words to yourself. Beomgyu jolts up, wide-eyed. A frown forming on his face.

“Your opera made me lose my game!” he says with an annoying tone. “Gyu, that's the least of my worries right now, I keep fucking falling asleep.” you reply back, clenching your teeth. “Don't disrespect your elders now” he says with a grin on his face. Beomgyu was a year older than you, but that doesn't give him a pass to act so entitled to his age when you act up.

“Nothing's working. I stopped taking melatonin, and all tube lights are turned on” you admit in a low voice. “ I don't get how you fall asleep that easy now. You had insomnia level 100 when you were little” he says in a wondering tone. You groan at him, wishing it were the complete opposite now.

"You know, I heard endorphins can keep you awake” he blurts out randomly. You turn your head towards him, with a small frown on your face. "Endorphins?” you ask. “Yeah, they keep some people awake”. Why did he sound so suspicious? “They're found in chocolate, laughing, listening to music...sex..”

You choked on air as you heard his last word. Sex? Now that's a fact. You haven't had sex in quite some time now...

Beomgyu looks at your bewildered face and scoffs. “What? It's true” he says. He thinks for a split second before he asks “Speaking of sex, when was your last time?” How did he sound so casual? "W-..why are you even asking?, i had two boyfriends in the past soo..” you randomly cut of, going into thought.

“Right, the first guy, who was it? Ah- Jaehoon! An asshole if you ask me” he sounded annoyed saying it even though it didn't look like it. You could tell. But why? “second..was Sunghyun? I didn't like him either” he says as he puts his fingers underneath his chin.

“Why the fuck are you going over my history of boyfriends? ” you ask. Also, he sounded weird talking about Sunghyun as well. He replies after a pause, “Which one actually made you cum?” you froze at his words. Does he actually know what he's saying? “Beomgyu!” you scream, “Why would you even ask?!”

“Oh, so none of them did?” he asks curiously. “Nevermind, ________ just tell me”. You think on his words, the only thing you never told Beomgyu was about your sex life. It's not like he asked anyway. "I-..I've had sex like twice...?” you mumble. He looked puzzled, “Don't tell you've only that two times of sex in only one relationship that lasted like, two and half years..? He got his answer, just because you didn't say anything.

He scoffs out laughing, “Did you cum at least?” he asks with a sigh. You pause for sometime.. was it really that embarrassing? “N-no”. You get back to your senses, getting angrier by the second. “But what does that have to do with me falling asleep?” you retort. “Absolutely nothing!”.

He has that shit-eating grin on his face. God, you just want to wipe it off with a kiss. Wait. What were you thinking? No.

“I'm just saying you know, it works like this, you overwork and start falling asleep too easy then I tell you that sex produces endorphins and they help you stay awake, anddd, he adds, dragging the d sound, you haven't had proper sex”

You roll your eyes at his explanation like it didn't mean anything. It doesn't. ”You're acting like I could go get dick just because I keep falling asleep” you reply back. “It's not like I have a boyfriend now, Gyu” you add on.

“But I'm right here”. He says ever so slowly. You're taken aback, frozen still in your place. “What the fuck are you even saying?” you say, almost whispering. His face and tone remain nonchalant, contradictory to yours. “You say you have no boyfriends, right?, and I'm probably the only guy you talk to”

Should you say yes? It's once and he'll probably never ask again. And he's kind of cute. You'd date him. But you would never tell him this. No, but you did get braver at the moment.

“Is this your excuse at asking if you could fuck me?” you ask calming yourself down with a laugh laced in your voice. He seems to take your presence in for a moment. “Did it work?” he asks with a sly smirk.

“If you want it to” you say quickly before you could do anymore pausing. His grin grows bigger; he slides the laptop off your lap and places it on the transparent coffee table with a soft thud. Connecting his lips with yours, you moan into the kiss at the sudden feeling. His arms wrap around your waist as you sit straight up. “Strawberry?” he asks tasting your chapstick. You simply nod, cupping his cheeks to resume the kiss. “Woah, looks who's actually eager here” he laughs.

He picks you up without breaking the kiss, having your legs on his both his sides. You break the kiss saying, “Not on the bed, I don't have new sheets ready” He chuckles at your prediction. “Who said it had to be on the bed?” He sits back down, with you still straddling his lap. His hands slip underneath your shirt, cold hands caressing your warm body. “I didn't expect you to agree so easily” he asks continuing to kiss your neck. “W-...well you did something about those endorphins...” you whisper. He laughs at you, quite obvious he hadn't bought it.

You sit up straight on his lap for a second, thinking. “But won't we make a mess on the couch?” you ask expendentaly. “If you let me go inside..?” he asks with a smirk. You slap his chest multiple times, his idea has some structural value to not making a mess but won't it.... leak out? God, no you should never think dirty. At least you won't have to change the bed sheets.

He claims your lips again in passionate kiss, hands going down to remove your sweatpants. Your left in a crop top and panties. What a sight. He breaks the kiss to lay you down on the couch. “I'll make you cum, astonishing you never have after you had sex twice” he says dramatically. You roll your eyes at him, to which he scoffed at in a high pitched voice. “Just wait, I'll make you roll your eyes for a valid reason” he says before undoing his belt and discarding his jeans and boxers.

You tried to look away. He had a pretty dick. But will it even fit? “Don't look away at the man who's going to fuck you now” he says playfully, hovering above you. You stare at him for a couple seconds, taking in his features. He moves your panties to the side, taking a look at your glistening pussy. “Need to prep you, angel” he says. Taking his fingers closer, he slips in a finger, extremely tight unsurprisingly. “You groan at the sudden feeling, he adds another finger stretching your walls out, you feel pleasure slowly forming from the slight pain. He continue s to stretch you out, with you letting out loud moans form time to time. He retrieves his fingers back just when you're legs shook. You look at him confused.

“I'm only having you cum on my cock” he says before slipping his hands underneath your shirt and removing your bra. He starts to play with your hardened nipples with slick covered fingers, to which you would scold him for, but it felt too good.

He pulls his hands back, spreading your legs open and removing your panties whole. “Ready princess?” he asks softly to which you nod slowly. He enters you with ease,, still going slowly. You feel so so full. He groans out loud, he mutters a 'so tight' before slowly thrusting in and out. “Mmnh–ngh fuck–” you moan out, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit, making your roll your eyes back. His pace gets faster, so as his grunts and your moans. “Shit–pretty–you feel s-so good” he grunts. The sound of skin slapping against skin takes over your senses, raw pleasure filling you. “Don't stop! nngh– so s-so good!”

The wet and lewd sounds of his dick going in and out get louder, as he slowed down, dick starting to twitch slightly inside of you. You felt a firework inside your stomach, like a coil so desperate to burst. You think you're about to cum. “G-gyu, think I'm gonna cum fuck—!” you moan. “Yeah? cum for me princess, g-good girl aren't you? cream all over my cock-!” You feel his cockhead slowly hitbyour cervix with each slow thrust as you feel the coil in your stomach collapse, coming all over his cock.

He came after you, filling you up, and it leaked out onto the couch. “That was great” he blurts out tired. You slowly recover form your orgasm, getting back to your senses. “Is this going to be a one time thing or—” You're cut off with a kiss, him saying “Absolutely not. I'm keeping you angel” you simply smile at him.

“But gyu didn't you tell sex kind of helps you stay awake, I really don't think that's for me..?” He takes in your words, “It is for some people...” he says before his eyes light up with a grin plastered on hif face. “So round two?”

[wisteriagoesvroom]

📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡 

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

[anshares]

Another continuation art from my Cat AU from renheng week

Full plot below the cut

Ren - Slytherin House

Dan Heng - RavenClaw House

Ren and Dan Heng are both wizards but they are exes, Ren’s next class is potions which was DH last class and he stayed behind because he is still doing his extracurricular homework but Ren doesn't know that his ex is there so when he opens the door He accidentally bumped into him.

Meanwhile, Dan Heng who just finished making his special assignment potion accidentally spilled it all on Ren and it turned him into a cat. Both were shocked about the turn of events and just stared at each other for a while letting it all sink in.

They haven't met again since their break up half a year ago so this was unexpected, now Ren is giving off ominous vibes and is very angry that he got turned into a cat BY HIS EX but it's not his fault it wasn't as if he knew he would be there!

But now he is stuck as a cat. Dan heng better turn him back or else! DH apologized for the accident and said that he’ll take responsibility and turn him back to normal but all said reluctantly because he doesn't really wanna be around him after their bad break up months ago but the sooner he fixes this the sooner they go back to their separate ways.

So he goes back to the common room/lobby with Ren in tow. When his friends see Ren they all coo at him, the twins try to touch him but got clawed and March took a lot of pics (Ren hates every minute of it)

"Ommgggg he is so chonky i could squish the lil guy!!"

" hey dh did you get a familiar??"

" does the cat have a name?"

"Sesame...."

Ren: *bombastic side eye*

No way DH will tell them that the very cat was his ex that he cried over 6 months ago but they don't need to know that) so he just speed walks afterwards to his room where he will try to come up with a plan. Ren stays a cat for quite a while (a few weeks) and is being a general menace like how cats are, he is especially hostile to DH other roommates (he isn't jealous of them esp caelus, definitely not! whatever DH does afterwards isnt any of his concern they are already over but he almost clawed their eyes out tho when they try to pick him up for cuddles or selfie)

Ren is super annoyed that everyone flirts with DH altho DH doesn't notice it so Ren just attacks them suddenly. DH stops him everytime and confused what his problem is so you'll see a cat in the corner with glowing menacing eyes no one gets close to dh now except his friends ever since he got a familiar

While DH was pulling an all nighter for reversal potion and Ren was sleeping on the table where DH works. DH unconsciously pets Ren like how he did back when they were together just like how Ren likes it. Ren starts purring and leans to DH touch.

Ren opens his eyes to see DH soft smile but then he wakes up fully hisses at DH and goes to a random corner away from DH but Ren was so conflicted on why it felt good and just sulks in the corner but then over time he finally goes to DH lap for some pets but be giving off the “hmph it's not like I'm asking for pets or anything it's just warm here” and he enjoys it a lot and even falls asleep on dh lap everytime (he doesn't want to admit it but he misses DH too, he doesn't even remember why they broke up in the first place)

During his stay with DH he also overhears DH friends talk about him like how they are happy that DH is doing well now after the break up incident half a year ago and how he locked himself in his room then.

 DH seemed happier now, basically Ren finds out that he wasn't the only one affected over their break up since he only saw DH's stoic expression so he thought that DH didn't care. On the contrary he cares A LOT he just has a bad habit of bottling his emotions.

There's also one thing he is bothered about, he knows that DH is a vidyahara, one of the legendary dragon races its quite rare to see one in person and most are in hiding.

He noticed that DH doesn't let out his true form in front of his friends, he knows how uncomfortable it is to hide all his other features DH told him that when they were still together but now he is in his human disguise 24/7.

Ren wants to know how long this has been going cuz that must've been uncomfortable. Apparently the transformation potion that DH was making was for himself (he just calls it special assignment so that no one except the teacher know)

He is not very comfortable in telling people what he actually is especially since vidyadharas are still looked at with disdain due to what his ancestor did a few thousand years ago. So Ren jumped to DH shoulders and pawed at DH earrings

DH knew that he is asking on why he is hiding his form even at his own home. Its DH closely guarded secret and even if he thinks of them as family he doesn't know how they'll react to it especially with his race’s bad rep.

He doesn't want to ruin their friendship and he tells Ren not to worry he got used to it now and not as painful as before. Ren realizes that DH trusts him enough to let him know and be out in full form whenever he is in Ren’s home. Ren was guilty that the one DH trusts the most, trusts enough to be in his true self is also the one who broke his heart.

He tries to apologize by cuddling and stares at him that he didn't need to hide it in front of him so DH lets the dragon form out and they cuddle to sleep.

DH made several potions to try on Ren but all it did was either make him floofier or lengthen his claws so they have no choice but to consult professor Kafka so DH told the her about the contents of the potion and other details while Ren just chills in DH's shoulder so they find out that they just have to wait for the potion to wear off and basing from what DH said, it should wear off a few days from now!

Kafka also jokingly says that  DH could just kiss him to turn him back into a human. Ren hissed and DH refused, saying it'll be awkward so they went back to DH apartment. Since it'll be off in a few days they just spend the day like normal and while DH was sleeping on the couch since the all nighters are catching up to him.

Ren licks his face (cuz DH is too adorable he couldn't resist and his way of thanking him) DH half awake just cuddles Ren and kisses him and POOF Ren is back to human and naked. Both of them are blushing like crazy and DH roommates walked in on that scene 

March, caelus, stelle: .....

Ren and dh:...... *blushing like crazy*

Stelle: errr you know this is a public place right...?

Caelus: *slowly closing the door* aight! Well leave you guys sorry for disturbing whatever it is you are gonna do!! Byyyeee!!!

Anyway once ren is all decent he called back his roommates and explained stuff but both ren and DH has to address the elephant in the room on where do they go from here do they go back to being strangers or talk it out and see where it goes so they decided to have their long overdue talk and found out that both are miserable without each other and that they still do love each other or how they missed each other’s presence, so in the end they got back together.

Bonus:

- ren turned back to human not because of the kiss its because the potion wore off at that exact time

- sure he is back to human but he is still has cat ears and tail for another month

- ren still retains cat like tendecies whenever he and dh cuddle/kiss his tail wags and his ears twitch. Dh thinks its adorable

-THE END-

[teeswrites]

C.L- Never be the same

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Chapter 1 everybody, let's get into this!!! Enjoy :)

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Chapter 1: A girl with hazel eyes and a hand full of scars

May, 2023

York Veterinary Center, NYC, USA

"You need some break from this!" Heidi said bending over the receptionist's counter "I don't have time for a break" she said while signing a few records "I bet you have you just don't want to" She sighed and stared at her "Probably you have a lot of doctors here. You work a lot and I am one hundred percent you can take a break for a whole week if you asked to. You just don't want to delegate" "What can I do in my time off?" "Don't you have any hobbies, family or friends?" "I have. I have time for them on the weekends" "What about a trip? I know you like the French Riviera" she looked out of nowhere with a dreamy expression on her face "Yes, Monaco personally" "See? Talk to your boss, take a a few days off, go to Monaco" "Nah, I would need to save some money for it" she thought a little "So come to Miami with me" "Miami?" "Yes" "What do you have to do in Miami?" "Go to the beach, watch Miami Heat play, watch Formula 1" "Formula 1" she always forgets Heidi dates Daniel Riccardo "Do you like it?" her last ex was crazy about it. It have been 6 years since they broke up and she haven't seen one race since then "I haven't watched a grand prix for a while now" "Really?" "Yes. 6 years" "Wow. It's a lot" "Yeah. Is Daniel still racing?" "Not at the moment but he's Red Bull's reserve driver" "That's nice" Heidi disagreed with that "Did you attend a race already?" "Never" "Come with me then! I can get you a VIP pass with Dan" She actually missed watching the races and she always wished to go to watch one in person. It would also be expensive even with the tickets on Daniel but less than Monaco for sure "Alright, H, I go with you" "Really?!" "If I get the day off, yes" "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm so happy!" She jumped over her and hugged her friend "Okay, now let me work" "Alright"

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May, 7th, 2023

Miami International Autodrome, Miami, USA

Charles was everything but satisfied with his position that weekend. Carlos started from 3rd position and him from 7th. What a good way to start a race. The thing that made him most angry was how could super Max win the damn race starting from 9th in the grid when he couldn't even gain one single position?! At least he maintained in 7th while his teammate lost 2 positions ending in 5th. Things were shady between the Ferrari's drivers that year. And the "crème de la crème" of the weekend was an annoying journalist wanting to talk to him at all costs

"Is it a good time?" It wasn't a good time, he hadn't stopped Super Max and he climbed the grid to get the pole. But even so, he smiled politely "Yes, sure" he wasn't convincing himself but seemed to convince the lady "Good! Charles, how do you feel?" Broken. Useless. "Not in my best mood, but... Looking forward to better days" "That's the spirit. Can we do something to up your mood?" Force Max to retire next season "Just keep supporting me, seriously, your love messages... Mean a lot to me" the interviewer opened a warm smile "You're lovely" he opened the same smile "I'm just being honest" and he was "would you like to make a retribution for a fan?" No! At least not right now. I was just hoping that you all would leave me alone to hate myself for the crap I'm feeling today "Sure" "Great! Please follow me" Nice! Now he had to relocate. "Wait here" she walked a few feet towards a tall man "Excuse me" She started. The man who was laughing with two girls turned to the lady who Charles knew as 'the interviewer' "Daniel Ric? Are you the fan of mine?" Daniel opened his big signature smile "No. I mean, I am but the surprise isn't for me but for this little one here" Daniel stepped to the side and showed a little girl, who was about 6 to 8 years old, wearing Ferrari's whole outfit. The journalist squatted and asked the girl "Hello. My name is Valeriana, I’m a journalist, do you want to meet my friend?" 'We are not friends' Charles thought. The kid nodded "Charles, would you like to join us?" "Sure!" he said shyly and the child tapped her mouth as she was meeting Santa "Oh, my God" he didn't know why but her reaction gave him the power he wanted back. He smiled and offered a hug to the little one, lifting her up with one arm only "I didn't know the fan was her. Could have warned me so I would have aligned my hair" he told Valeriana running his fingers on his hair, causing everyone to laugh "Hi, nice to meet you, princess" she was still the same way, frozen like a photograph "She's a shy lady, don't be offended" Daniel placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed lightly "Hi!" she said quickly just for him "Hi! How's your name?" he replied warmly, a smile on his face "Celeste" "That's a beautiful name. Is it French?" "Yes" "Nice to meet you, Celeste. I'm Charles" "You're amazing" "Do you think?" "Yes" "Well, thank you, Celeste. You're also amazing" she blushed, wishing to disappear "Would you like me to sign your cap?" "Please" "And take a picture?" she nodded affirmatively " Okay, let's do it. Will you take the picture, Dan?" "Sure!" Daniel grabbed Celeste's mother's cell phone and photographed them "There you go" "Does someone have a pen?” Charles asked. People started to look around for a black marker as if God had asked himself, and the first person who did it was a girl, one of the girls who was talking to Daniel when he first came to the scene "Here" she had a strong American accent and her hands had tons of scars. He didn't feel as hypnotized as he was at that moment in a while. She had brown, straight, short hair but long enough to be tied, hazel eyes, and light skin which he figured out was soft even with all the scars when his fingers brushed on hers at the moment he grabbed the marker "Thanks" she nodded. Charles placed Celeste on the ground and knelled to sign her cap and shirt "There you go, Celeste" she hugged him "Thank you!" he hugged "You're welcome" Then he stood up "Say goodbye to Charlie, Celeste" Daniel told her "Goodbye" he smiled, she was so cute "Bye bye" then she ran for her mother . "Thanks, Charles" "It was my pleasure" then he walked away from the journalist and walked towards the owner of the pen "Your pen, miss" "Thanks" she grabbed it quickly "Would you like me to sign something for you?" "No, thank you" "Or a picture?" "I'm good" Wow, she was tough "Do you know I..." "You're Charles Leclerc, I'm aware" "Oh... okay"' he coughed "Goodbye, then" "Goodbye" If little Celeste didn't appear to cheer up his day, he would be damned.

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Later that day

"Come on, it will be funny. I promise" Lando threw an arm around Charles's neck and forced him to walk toward the club "Lando" the British man pretended he wasn't listening "Lando" he still didn’t give a shit "Lando!" Charles shouted. Lando stopped and the Monegasque got rid of him "What!? Don't want to have some fun?" "Lando..." "Even Max is here, mate!" he turned to where his friend was pointing. Max was holding hands with Kelly and right beside them Daniel holding hands with a blonde lady he assumed was his girlfriend and with them, the hazel eyes princess who caught his attention earlier that day "Look in my eyes and tell me you don't want to come with me. Do this and I'll let you go"

of course, he wanted now, his girlfriend probably wouldn't but he was not going to do anything wrong "You won. I'm joining you" Lando smiled "Yes! Let's go" and they walked into the club. Already inside the duo decided to split

"I'll have us some drinks, go dance" "Will you find me?" "Sure! Who else would dance so badly in this club?” Charles threw him a deadly look “I’ll call you if I don't, mate" "Alright" Lando made his way to the bar and Charles to the crowd. Maybe dancing made his mind off the championship. Even though his mind was already on something else, the tough girl with honey eyes and scared hands. Charles was so distracted that he bumped into Heidi "Sorry, miss." her drink spilled on the floor “I can pay you another drink” She turned to face him "It's fi... Charles!" he looked confused "Do we know each other?" "I'm Heidi" he still had no clue "I'm Daniel's girlfriend" "Dani Ric?" "Yes!" "Oh! Hi, it's nice to meet you" "Nice to meet you too. Hum... are you here alone?" "No! I am with Lando" "He's such a nice boy, isn't he?" "He is" they smiled politely to each other "You came with Daniel, right?" "Yes, he's looking for a restroom" "Good" "I also came with a friend, she went to the bar to find herself a drink" Heidi looked from above Charles' shoulder "Look her there" he turned to where she pointed "Apparently she found your friend too". Heidi's friend was the girl he was looking for and she was walking toward him, giggling with Lando Norris "Fuck, Lando! You promised it would be funny" Charles thought. "Hey, guys!" Lando started "Heidi! How long. How have you been?" "I'm good, thanks" "Where's Daniel?" "Bathroom" "Oh! Right" "I see you found my friend" "Yes, hum..." he turned to her "That's Charles" "I met him earlier today" "Hello again" "Hi" "Your drink, mate" "Thank you" "Wow, I can't go to the bathroom and you guys already start the party without me" Daniel came to break the tension of the moment "Hi, Daniel" Lando and Charles said in unison "Babe, let's dance" "Alright. See you guys around" Heidi and Daniel walked away from the trio. "Charles, do you mind if I take her to dance?" OF COURSE I MIND, MOTHERFUCKER! YOU HAVE THE WHOLE CLUB TO DANCE WITH AND YOU WANT TO TAKE THE GIRL I LIKE TO DANCE?! Charles thought without actually being able to say cause after all he was taken already "No, not at all" "Alright" Lando offered a hand to her "Shall we?" she giggled "Okay". Charles gave a big sip of his drink "How can she be interested in him and not me?" he sipped again "I might have offered her a drink instead of an autograph".

....

A few minutes later she was walking toward his direction again. He was sitting on the bench with his third drink. This time she was not with Lando "Hello again for the third time today" she smiled politely "Hi again for the third time on this da. Can I sit here?" "Yes, please" "Thanks" "Where is Lando?" "He went back to the bar" "And you rather sit here with me?" "He left his friend alone in a club. I felt bad for you" "I thought you didn't like me" "I don't dislike you. I just have empathy" "You're kind" she smiled, politely "Thank you" "So you don't hate me?" "You are just way too convinced in my opinion" "I'm not!" "You seemed to be" "I know. I was just trying to impress you" "You chose poorly, Mr Leclerc" "I thought so. Sorry" "It's okay" "Are you from Miami?" "New York" "And what are you doing here?" "Heidi invited me to watch the race. She says I work too much" "What do you work with?" "I am a veterinarian" "Wow. So you're very clever" "I am" "And that's why you have so many scars on your hand" "Why did you choose the profession?" "I always went along more with animals than humans" he laughed "Vous êtes drôle" "Merci. Mais je t'avais dit la vérité" "Parlez-vous français?!" "Oui. J'ai apprendré a l'école" "J'ai pensé que vous êtes française" "I'm not. I'm American" "Well, I like animals too" "Do you have a pet?" "Are you trying to get a new client?" "No" she said seriously "I am just trying to talk" "Okay" he sipped his drink again “I don't. "And you? Any pets?" Yes, a black cat. Her name is Sabrina" "How cute!" she grinned, shyly "I would like a turtle too but I live in an apartment in Brooklyn" he laughed "I already saw turtles in Monte Carlo" Her eyes brightened "Monaco?" "Yes. It's where I'm from" "I dream of visiting Monaco" "You would love it. It's... perfect. Even with all its imperfections" She could see how passionate he was about his home country "I believe" he looked at her and for the first time in the night their eyes met and they smiled at each other. But, of course, Lando had to break it "Your drink, lady" "Thanks" "Move" She sat in between Lando and Charles and the Monegasque swore he couldn't breathe. But at the same time he could breathe so perfectly cause his nostrils were happily filled with her scent, her perfume

"What were you guys talking about?" "Monaco. I dream of visiting it" "Do you know I live in Monaco?" "You are both lucky" "Maybe you could visit me one day" "What?!" the other two said in unison "I... I couldn't" "Why not? Is that about money? I can pay for everything for you" "No, Lando, I can't accept that. Especially that we just met" he smirked "So we should know each other mor" She blushed "Yeah, maybe" Charles just wanted to die.

...

About an hour and a half later Heidi and her friend decided to go back to the hotel

"Well, I am leaving now guys. Thanks for the night. I had a lot of fun" "My pleasure, lady" Lando kissed her hand, she giggled and Charles rolled her eyes "Mine too" the Monegasque added "May I have your phone number?" Lando asked "I don't think so" "Your socials maybe?" She chewed her inner cheek "Sure" he smiled "Great!" He opened Instagram and gave it to he, she tapped her account. Charles had an eye on it, trying to get the username without having to ask her or Lando but he didn't succeed "There you go" "Thanks! I DM you" "Alright. Hum... Bye then. Till another day, maybe" "Bye!" The F1 drivers said in unison. As soon as she turned her back, Charles glued his eyes on Lando's phone. Of course, it was a private account. He didn't have much time to see the username cause Lando already was reaching for another drink but he saw a lipgloss on the floor. Had she dropped it on purpose? It didn't matter. Charles just grabbed it and reached out for its owner “Hey!” She turned back “Your lipgloss” “Oh my God! Thank you! It's my favorite” “You’re welcome. Hum… can I also have your Instagram? So we can talk” “Sure! Give me your phone” he did “There you go. I am waiting for your text” “Okay” “Bye, Charles. Enjoy the rest of your evening” “Bye. You too” and that was it, the beginning of their story.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

(May 9 2024: Hi Luna! Just cause I'm worried mine was one of the ones that got deleted I'll resend my ask and if it didn't get deleted then please ignore this!)

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Gender:

Female

Pronouns:

She/Her

Race:

Rock gnome

Class:

Multiclass Paladin/Cleric (Probably an Oath of the Ancients paladin and a cleric of Lathander but I haven't given it much thought yet)

Alignment:

Neutral good

Sexuality:

Straight

Appearance:

3.2ft tall with tan skin, curly dark auburn hair that falls down to the middle of her back, middle parted bangs dyed blonde that frame her face falling down to the bottom of her ears and thin blonde braids falling down to just above her shoulders. She has bright amber eyes and visible eyebags, her face giving off a feeling that she's tired and been through a lot, but learning to be content with the life she's lived.

Personality:

Around people she's unfamiliar with she's quiet and reserved at first, worried about how they would perceive her but once they've gained her trust and given some of her trust in turn, she's bright and outgoing. She likes to talk about anything she can think about that interests her or would interest the people around her. Regardless of whether she's opened up or not though, she's incredibly loyal and would fight for their safety if needed. Having lost many people in her life - whether they intended to leave her or unintentionally because of tragedy - she's deathly afraid of being abandoned which is why she works so hard to be good and to do good by others, hoping to quell the nagging voice in her head that tells her she's never good enough or kind enough for anyone to really stay in her life. She tries to hide her overwhelming fears and insecurities with her bubbly personality but often times at night, in the comfort of her tent or in the darkness that veils all secrets, she lets out all the worries she's been holding in all day and just... cries it out until it's time to get back up and continue on with the journey.

Likes:

Tea - both hot and iced, animals but mostly cats above all, a nice blanket to just wrap around herself when she's relaxing or resting, reading, would doodle from time to time, salty snacks, not-too-sweet sweets, magic and the possibilities it offers has always been a wonder and beautiful to her, the rain, the feeling of being helpful and useful to others, and being alone

Dislikes:

Vegetables, coffee, VERY strong smells/scents, spiders give her the creeps but she also would not like to kill them, being in large and loud crowds, and being alone

Extra fun fact:

Once she's opened up, oh boy she's a yapper. If she finds something that extremely interests her, she will not stop talking about it for weeks. Sometimes she will stop herself before saying anything because she's scared that the company she's with will find her annoying, but a lot of the times her Need To Talk will override her feeling of being a burden and just infodump you with why this thing is so interesting oh please listen to her she just HAS to let it out or her average sized 3.2ft body will explode.

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(May 9 2024: I will also add this other request of mine in the same ask again)

Also as a separate request (hopefully I'm doing this right or if it's okay) as a Galemancer could I please ask for a Gale x Stelle falling in love and learning to love again type of story?

I had already planned on having Stelle romance Gale in the playthrough I'm planning but I genuinely want to see your take on who would be a nice matchup for her whether that end up actually being someone else entirely!

I really appreciate you resubmitting! I had yours written in my notebook, but since you were an Anon, I didn't know how to notify you! I was swayed about what to choose, but I am confident.

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

BG3

Gale

~~~~~ HEADCANON ~~~~~

Gale is less than pleased with the turn of events in his life. First, Mystra dumps him and leaves a bomb in his heart, then a mind flayer ship kidnaps him, probing his mind, and now he is on an adventure with a band of misfits.

Well, the bright side is that you were there. Yes, you were sometimes quiet and reserved, but you were one hell of a leader.

You were kind to all your fellow companions, never turning anyone down for their weird habits or issues.

You were also quite attractive. When you fought, you were ferocious like a tiger, but when you were at camp, you were calm and docile like a house cat.

When he opened up to you about Mystra and his Tryssem Tara, he was surprised by your eagerness to know more about the cat than about a God.

He found you interesting; all your morals, hobbies, tics, and everything was so fascinating.

When the news came of his potential death, and you were so worried for him, he felt light, happy even.

He was scared to love again, even if he liked you a lot. He was too scared to love you and be hurt once more.

As time passed and he continued to live for you, he fell harder and harder.

He could listen to you talk for hours on end about so many things. You made life bright again, even with a ticking time bomb.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

After a long, hard battle, the group went to camp; you and many others had wounds far exceeding what was expected in battle planning. Shadowheart and Halsin took turns healing the group; you were the leader, so you asked to go last and just heal yourself. Heading to your tent, you passed all the comrades you grew to call friends. All had agonizing faces due to the pain from their wounds. The feeling of guilt began to gnaw at you. You could have saved everyone this pain if you had just made some better callouts, were a bit stronger, or faster. What stung the most was passing by Gale's tent. He had requested a magical artifact before battle, being fresh out due to some bartering. You told him you'd give him some after the win from today. All you could think, looking at him wincing in pain while lying there, was, 'Stella, how could you be so damn foolish.'

You made your way to your tent, and once inside, you undressed. Slowly relieving yourself of the heavy armor, you started looking for your wounds. You weren't as severely scuffed up as everyone else. Sadly, they all took a lot of hits for you Dressing the wounds you did have every sting and bandage felt like a penance, you should have been just as injured not your poor friends As you dressed the last wound a crack of thunder was heard Peeking out the opening of your tent you saw everyone healed and resting, you all would definitely need a couple days of rest to recoup fully though The rain began soon after, you closed your tent now alone it all came to a head.

The overwhelming emotions took over, and you couldn't help but drop to your knees and cry. The storm ragging on outside covered your cries of pain and torment. How could you let this happen? Thinking back on it, you realize the person who took the most hits for you was Gale. He has always done so since you two had a rendezvous to learn about the weave. The one you lov- no cared about was injured and starving due to you. The tears kept coming, holding yourself close, letting the pain and anguish leave your body. Why were you chosen for all of this? What plan did Lethander have for you? As your body wracked with quivers, suddenly you felt warm. Tan arms were wrapped around you, and bristly chin pressed against your shoulder in the crook of your neck. Jolts ran through you; turning around in the stranger's arms, you were shocked to find Gale there. He looked down at you, reclaiming his hold on you. "Don't you normally love rain? No need to cry, my love, just rest. If you need to cry don't cry alone I will be here for you Stella."

As if breaking the damn, you let it all out, wrapping your arms as best you could around Gales's neck. Crying profusely, he just held you and cradled your head. As the whimpers died with the storm, you two soon found yourselves wrapped together, warm in your tent. Gale cradled you against him, his warm chest below your head. He stayed with you the whole night. As day broke and you had awoken you saw him there resting peacefully, though still injured he was alright and you can only assume he found something to curb his hunger. Smiling, you leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I, Stella, vow to always love you, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep." As you moved to get up, you were pulled back down into said man's chest. "And I, Stella, vow to stay by your side and love you." A couple extra minutes in bed with your loved one couldn't hurt.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You were brewing some tea for yourself at the fire. The camp was resting for a bit before heading on the next lead for the brain.)

Y/N: A nice fresh cup of tea really solves all issues.

Gale: I beg to differ. Coffee is much better.

Y/N: How could you say such a thing that's disgusting?

Gale: (Laughing) No, it is much better than leaves from a plant.

Astarion: Gale, are you numb? Coffee is also from plants.

[its-all-papaya]

if ur still doing the chores thing pls do ☑️ week two to-do list and yap about the close enough wip <3

first week of September has been planned out tyvm 🫡

↠ please make me do my chores

close enough is the wip that this ask spawned, also affectionately known as "shave fic." basically charlie reblogged something after lando shaved for belgium (i think?) and posed the very, very important question: would lando let oscar shave his face for him. you can read the ask i sent her, but i had pretty strong feelings on that topic. and then i went to her pm's and yelled some more, and eventually i was like i NEEEEEd to write this in a way that is so visceral, and now it's like 1.5k of stuff.

it's all pretty mapped out in that exchange between us and i haven't deviated a ton from that literal progression of events so far, but yeah! basically oscar shaves lando's face for Luck and because lando has been Annoying about it, then does it again for Reasons, then lando... gets rlly attached to that? and it's a Thing for them? it fits very nicely in that soft submission category i was talking about yesterday in the kink ask, so there's like a pretty good chance it ends up a little smutty near the end.

i don't have a ton to say about this one since it was all spelled out nicely for me from the get go, so i'll leave you with a snippet instead:

At any rate, it is in Barcelona where Oscar finally bites. They’re leaving the paddock together post-race. The late-evening heat is still oppressive, sticking their shirts to their backs as they wander towards the car park. Lando drags the knuckle of his first finger under his own jaw, collecting sweat, and says, “I think I might have to shave it.” Oscar’s been just vaguely nodding along to most of what Lando’s been saying since they left hospitality, but he looks up sharply at that. When Lando glances over out of the side of his vision, Oscar’s face is deadpan, unimpressed. And then. And then. “Shut up about it, mate, or I’ll do it myself.”

ty anon 🫂

[toyota-supra]

hey do you have any pc car racing game recommendations

fuck I mean. my entire library probably. though honestly the most fun I have with racing games are emulated, but I feel like that should be separate.

art of rally - gorgeous rally game. tough to start with due to very tight controls, but really satisfying to learn. I've spoken lots about it here before, just look for the "#art of rally" tag. no multiplayer, in fact there's only your car on the road, but it's really really good

Horizon Chase Turbo - it's one of those SNES-style racing games where the car is (kind of) static on the screen and the road is the one moving. it can get pretty hard but I think it's worth it due to the amount of content it has. hundreds of different tracks, great music, a lot of cars that are each very different, a lot of modes, three DLC campaigns, and 4-player multiplayer in every game mode.

The Crew 2 - open world racing game with all sorts of types of vehicles. it has a GIANT map with different US states. I honestly prefer it to Forza Horizon. it runs pretty well for a game of that scale, honestly! only buy this on discount.

Circuit Superstars - top-down circuit racer. it's really fun! there's a lot of different car types that all feel very different, online works pretty well (I only played with a friend tho I cant find people online). my favorite thing about it is just doing laps on time trials to try and cut my record time. it is pretty fun.

Sonic & All-Stars Racing Transformed - Mario Kart clone with SEGA characters (and some cameos). I like it a lot over Mario Kart because of its tighter controls and its Mission Mode, which is where most of my playtime went towards (I especially recommend Drift and Traffic events). Online mode also works super well. (note: this game has crashes in computers with Nvidia RTX cards. please look up this specific issue to find a patch or just ask me to find it for you)

Forza Horizon 4 and 5 - open world racing games that don't run super well and have a lot of annoyances but they are The Big Ones for no small reason. impossibly huge car list, very good handling controls, and a satisfying loop. plus, in FH5 there's plenty of Fate liveries to find as I've been putting them in every car I have 💀

V-Rally 4 or any other rally game you find that looks good - V-Rally 4 in specific has a lot of annoying performance issues but fuck I mean it's pretty fun. gorgeous game, great controls (in a controller!), fun cars and rally courses. sometimes levels can honestly feel like roller coasters more than anything, as I've taught myself to just take corners automatically, without thought. it goes EXTREMELY cheap on discount (Steam is getting a big sale in a week btw) but there's other rally games out there like Dirt Rally (which I haven't played yet) that may be worth it over it. I don't know!

overall though it disappoints me to say, it's not very easy to find truly great car games on PC, at least nowadays. I do like these games, and there's some others I liked that I don't have much to say about (NFS Heat, Assetto Corsa, Pixar Cars) but I think for racing fans, unless you want Simulation stuff which I really don't, you've gotta keep old console games with you too. PS1, PS2 and PSP emulators are your friends.

also Grand Theft Auto V and Online are great car games but I do not care for their racing modes. I think they're boring at best and "oh my god I hope all of these people die" at worst.

THANK YOU for the ask I genuinely love talking about this stuff

[charminggirl512]

welcome to charming // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC

Warnings: 18+, language, talk of sexual assault and violence, slight fatphobia

Word Count: 2,887

A/N: I've finally written the first time that Ellie and Chibs met. Felt good to write the beginning of their story. Gaelic translations will be at the very end. Enjoy!

   I haven't relaxed in two weeks. I don't remember what it was like to not be nauseous and shaking with heart palpitations. I grew up in an extremely stressful family and environment, yet I don't think I've ever been so unable to relax. I prayed that as soon as my plane landed that I would feel some sort of relief, but it's been twenty minutes in a cab and I still can't slow my breathing. 

   The driver stops in front of a large garage and another building surrounded by a fence. I peek and see a giant sign that reads "Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair" which tells me that I'm in the right place. I grab my backpack and small suitcase before paying the driver and thanking him. Once my feet are settled on the pavement, he races away, eager to get to his next job that doesn't involve a strange girl who barely speaks. I don't blame him.

   As I'm walking towards the garage, a group of men on motorcycles pull in and parks before going into the additional building. I barely get a glimpse of their familiar patch, but I'm further assured that I'm in the right place. I've seen McGee's patch enough to know what it looks like, and it finally feels like a piece of home is here. 

"Can I help you, sweetheart? You look lost," A tall woman says as she exits the garage. I should be intimidated by her biker babe clothing and judging stare, but I've faced far worse than her.

"I'm Eleanor Drysdale. I'm looking for Clay Morrow," I answer, and the second she hears my accent her stare relaxes. 

"He's just gone into the clubhouse. You're the girl that McGee sent, aren't you," She asks as she leads me towards the additional building. 

"Aye. He said that I should ask for Clay and that if I can't find him, to ask for Gemma," I answer, feeling my body relax minutely with the knowledge that I was one step closer to safety.

"Well, I'm Gemma. I'm Clay's Old Lady and my son, Jax, is also in the club. You'll be staying at my house, so I'm sure we'll get to know each other well," She says as she places her hand on my arm as I walk past her through the doorway. I try to not jump, but can't help the involuntary reaction of feeling someone else's touch after what happened. 

   She stares at me for a second before the sound of a bunch of men interrupts. There are at least a dozen of them and they all seem to be laughing and talking, most of them with a drink in their hand despite it being just barely noon. A man with long blonde hair comes over and kisses Gemma's cheek before looking me up and down. Despite my worn-out jeans and a black long-sleeve top, he seems to enjoy what he sees. 

"I'm Jax. What's your name, darling?" The drawl of his voice is full of confidence and I can tell that he always gets what he wants. 

"I'm Eleanor, but you can call me Ellie. Is Clay here?" 

   I don't have time to flirt with boys; I need to ensure my safety and make a plan and Jax was standing in the way of that. He just barely hides his look of hurt before pointing over to the bar where a large man is talking to two other men, one with dark curly hair and the other with scars on his cheeks. I nod at Jax, before heading over to him. They stop talking as I approach them, and Clay seems to be annoyed that I've interrupted him. 

"I'm Eleanor Drysdale, Alastair Drysdale's daughter. McGee sent me to you for safety from Jimmy O'Phelan and I would really appreciate it if you could tell me that I'm safe." I do my best to not let my voice crack on the last word, but it's a losing battle. His gaze on me softens and he looks behind me at Gemma.

"You're safe, sweetheart," She says as she comes up next to me and wraps her arm around my shoulder. 

"You're safe. Jimmy doesn't know that you're here and everyone in this club is sworn to secrecy about where you are," Clay adds and it's the straw that breaks the camel's back. 

   The tears that I've been holding in for two weeks fall and I can't control the sobs that come out of my throat. Things go into motion around me and I'm gently pushed into a bar stool with a glass of Jameson and a cigarette and a lighter waiting for me. Gemma rubs up and down my back and the man with the scars stands opposite me behind the bar.

"You're Alastair's girl?" The Scottish accent scares me at first before soothing me. I nod and he continues. "I knew your father. He was a good man and I know that he would want you taken care of. It's gonna be okay, lass. Tha thu sàbhailte an seo."

   With shaky hands, I light the cigarette and allow the smoke to enter my lungs. After a couple of sips of Jameson and the rest of the cigarette, I've calmed down some. My heart has finally stopped trying to escape my chest. 

"Tell us what happened," Gemma says, her voice soft and motherly. I lost my own mother to a bomb when I was eight and haven't been around any sort of nurturing since. 

"I was sixteen when Jimmy first met me. He was working with my father on some gun shipments and took a liking to me. Once I finished school and was eighteen, he started to try to seduce me despite having a wife. I denied him, of course, and my father's power protected me from anything worse. My father was killed and three days later, Jimmy was on my doorstep telling me that I wasn't protected anymore and that I couldn't keep him away. 

   He had his men follow me wherever I went and he tried to kidnap me a handful of times over the past two years but was unsuccessful. The last time that he tried to kidnap me, he also tried to sexually assault me. When I got away from him, he came after me with a knife and cut open my thighs and my arms. I went to McGee for help and he sent me here." 

   You could hear a pin drop, the room was so silent. The Scotsman across the bar seemed to be vibrating with rage, and I was both confused and comforted by a stranger's anger for what happened to me. I left out that the stitches I received from one of McGee's men were poorly done and hurt more than they helped. That wasn't one of my top priorities so it didn't matter to me now. 

"Did you go to the hospital," The Scotsman asks, breaking the silence. 

"I didn't want to risk it. One of McGee's men patched me up," I answer, wondering why that was the part of the story that he decided to fixate on.

"Let me see the stitches." When I don't move to expose myself to him, he continues talking. "I was a medic in the army. Show me the stitches so that I can make sure that there's nothing wrong with them." 

"I'm not going to expose myself to you. I don't even know you," I answer, shocked by his boldness. 

"Lass, infected stitches can kill you. We can go to another room so that no one sees anything, but you're showing me the stitches." The authority that oozes from his voice would turn me on in other circumstances, but right now it just pisses me off. When I don't move from the bar stool, he comes around and throws me over his shoulder. I cry out at the pressure on the stitches and I can almost feel his self-satisfaction.

   Once we're in another room with a large table with a Reaper on it, he closes the door and grabs a bag which he begins unpacking on the table. It's full of medical supplies and he organizes them in a way that must make sense to his mind. 

"Take off your pants," He orders without looking at me and I contemplate fighting him on it, but decide that it would be a waste of energy. 

"Will you at least tell me your name?"

"Chibs." Short and sweet but not his name.

"Your real name." He looks over his shoulder at me, probably surprised that I would further question him. 

"Filip. Filip Telford." 

   I automatically understand his rage earlier. His wife was Fiona, the woman that Jimmy was in an odd marriage with. I'd never met him, but his story was told as a warning to not cross Jimmy. I take a deep breath and pull of my jeans then sit on top of the table in front of him. I avert my eyes away from the stitches, knowing the pain that will fill me when I see them again. 

"Oh, lamb." He's looked at the letters etched into my skin. Now he understands why I didn't want him to see them. 

   The J is a little more ragged than the O. By the time he got to his second initial, I had stopped fighting and had given into his anger. The mental pain of knowing that he literally would be etched in my skin for forever far outweighed the physical pain of the knife in my skin. I had already disliked my large thighs and now I would never be able to look at them again without being forced to relive my trauma. 

"He said that if he couldn't have me, I would have to always have him," I whisper as I wipe the silent tears falling down my face. The stitches are red and angry, but Filip tries to be as gentle as he can as he begins to undo them. 

"Once they heal, you'll hardly notice them. Mine were about as deep as yours are and they took around three months to heal. I don't know how bad your arms are, though," He answers with his eyes laser focused on what he's doing. 

"Why did he do it to you," I ask and almost instantly wish that I hadn't. He surprisingly doesn't get angry at the question, just continues to undo the jagged stitches. 

"He banished me from the IRA and wanted me to live with the knowledge that my wife would never want me again with the scars," He answers, his tone showing no anger. "You know who Fiona is so I'm sure you know the rest of the story." 

"My Uncle Galen told Jimmy where I was hiding from him because he killed my father and wanted to get rid of me so that I wouldn't find out. What he doesn't know is that I watched him shoot my father fifteen times on the steps of Kellan Ashby's church." He looks up at me when I say that. "I've never told anyone that."

   Filip continues to work in silence, undoing the stitches before redoing them. The difference is instantly noticeable; the stitches are tight and even, rather than loose and jagged. I'm grateful that he forced me to do this because hopefully my scars would look better with proper stitches. Once's he's finished, I remove my shirt so that he can fix the ones on my forearm. These read out 'slut' though they don't seem to bother me as much. 

"I want to kill him even more than I already did. How could he do this to a little girl," He says to himself. 

"I'm a woman, not a child," I snap at him and he seems surprised by my bite. 

"I know, lass, I know," He reassures me, guilt in his eyes.

"No one believed me for months that Jimmy was after me. They said that I was doing it for attention and that I was just a little girl with mommy issues. Why would the great Jimmy O'Phelan want the chubby daughter of an IRA King when he could get whoever he wanted?" He stops attending to my wounds to grab my face so that I maintained eye contact with him. 

"Don't ever talk about yourself like that. You're more beautiful than half the women in Ireland and I won't listen to you insult yourself," He tells me with his voice raised. I can't help the blush that rises to me cheeks and pull away from his grip to hide my face from him. 

   He finishes his work in silence and I watch his face the whole time. Though he's definitely older than me, I find myself incredibly attracted to him. His eyes are soft and gentle, his mouth set in a firm frown that almost makes me pity him. The scars enhance his face structure rather than taking away from it, and I find myself more and more enamored with them. I like the sprinkles of gray throughout his hair and beard. His hands are calloused yet gentle, and I find myself watching their every move. I've spent the last year avoiding every man I've come into contact with to protect myself, and now that I'm safe I can't help but fall for the first man that shows me attention. 

   A knock on the door breaks our silence and he looks up at me to make sure that it's okay for them to come in before allowing them in. Gemma walks in with her purse in hand.

"I've got to go home and check on the birds. I've got your suitcase and backpack in my car, so I'll bring them to the house and pick you up later, Ellie." She barely knows me and she's already taking care of me. 

"No need. I'll bring her by on my bike when we finish up here. She needs to go over a few things with Clay," Chibs answers for me. Gemma nods before kissing my forehead and Chibs' cheek and leaving. 

   The rest of the guys take the open door as an invitation to enter what I've figured out to be their room for Church. I spent some time hanging out at SAMBel over the past couple of years, so I'm familiar with how the club works. Clay sits at the head of the table and the rest of them sit in what seems to be their assigned seats. Chibs continues finishing up the stitches as Clay starts talking. 

"Ellie, you'll be staying with me and Gemma for the time being. If we think the Irish are coming for a visit, we'll move you to our cabin with at least two members, but we don't expect that to happen any time soon. You'll be working with Gemma in the garage, doing some office work and just helping around with the club so no one becomes suspicious. Your cover is that you're McGee's adopted daughter and he sent you here because you're thinking about going to school in America." I nod while Clay tells me all of this, absorbing as much information as I can. I'm about to reply when Filip pulls particularly hard on the last stitch.

"Fuck, Filip! Na bi garbh," I hiss at him and he glares up at me. The guys seem to find it funny that I called him Filip, which only makes him glare harder. 

"Bi nad nighean mhath," He answers, which makes me glare back at him. 

"Go fuck yourself." The guys really get a kick out of that, but Filip and I keep glaring at each other.

"I think Chibs has finally met his match," Jax says as he smirks at the two of us. 

   They finish up talking about whatever else they needed to talk about before Clay dismisses everyone. Chibs helps me put my shirt back on since I already put my jeans back on when he finished restitching my thighs. His fingertips graze my waist and goosebumps arise under his touch. Once I'm situated, he puts his hand on my lower back to lead me out of the clubhouse. Jax is climbing on his bike at the same time as Chibs and I are walking to his. 

"Don't be too hard on Chibs, Ellie. He's getting old," Jax teases before speeding off. Chibs ignores him and helps me put a helmet on over my mass of dark curls, making sure that it's clasped properly before putting his own on and climbing on the bike. I settle in behind him and precariously wrap my arms around his waist. There's a good two inches between us and he uses my hands to pull me so that my front is pressed firmly against his back. 

"Hold on tight, little lamb," He says, and I can practically hear the smile in his voice. 

   He speeds off into the afternoon traffic, taking me to Gemma's house. Neither of us know this yet, but this certainly won't be the last time on the back of his bike and it is definitely not the last time that I'm pressed against him like this. 

"Welcome to Charming, lass." 

Gaelic Translations:

Tha thu sàbhailte an seo: You're safe here.

Na bi garbh: Don't be rough.

Bi nad nighean mhath: Be a good girl.

[dumbfinntales]

I've now been preparing for the Elden Ring DLC for a couple weeks, replaying the game and building a fun character to tackle the DLC. After replaying ER are my views towards the game a bit more favorable? I'd say a bit yeah. I soloed all the end game bosses I cheesed with ashes on my first playthrough (except Fire Giant, this boss is still a massive piece of shit) and found myself enjoying them.

Mohg was actually pretty fun and it took me like an hour to beat him and the nihil attack didn't bother me that much knowing now I can negate it. I hate that he heals a ton though, the DPS race so that he doesn't full heal is annoying.

Maliketh annoyed me still. His first phase is having a constant seizure and does not stop attacking holy shit, and in second phase he's a ballerina that goes in slow motion. And still deletes you in a second. I got to the second phase with all heals and was instantly destroyed because I got hit by 1 of his projectiles, which then stunlocked me until the cold embrace of afterlife. Yeah verifiable skill issue. The funny thing is when I beat him I did summon an ash out of frustration, but the ash ended up doing nothing and died before doing any damage and on that specific attempt I ended up beating him, hah.

One of my greatest regrets was summoning an ash for Godfrey, the only end game boss I liked. But I was able to correct that wrong this time and yeah, it was an awesome fight! I really don't have anything bad to say about Godfrey. I hope he powerbombs me again some time soon.

I haven't fought Radagon/Elden Beast yet though because I'm not sure if I want to finish the game. I'm also sparing Malenia just in case there's something special in the DLC. Also because I vowed I'd never fight her again. That self healing mechanic on each hit is really something else.

Overall Elden Ring is a fun game. The open world is a bit exhausting, but I enjoyed the game quite a bit since I ignored like 80% of the content. I did end up doing a lot of NPC quests which lead me all over the map in caves and graves. To be honest I'm really wishing for a more smaller scale game from Fromsoft next. I enjoy a smaller and concise world rather than a big open one. If not, at least we have Lies of P now!

[taylortruther]

I am interested to see if people who are reacting harshly online which is fine if that’s what they see fit would react the same way in real life with say a friend. People talk big talk online but don’t really do so in person and maybe these people do but I find usually that in person when you know someone you give them more grace. I’ve had a friend or two who have dated weirdos like matty and I’ve been annoyed with them but ultimately I didn’t like cut them off or whatever because I genuinely believe that you can be a good person and still make bad decisions and that’s the same way I’m reacting with this.

i think lots of them would, if they knew people who were saying the outright offensive stuff matty did. i do! but frankly i am very aware of the racism that surrounds us all daily, and i also know that 1) other people are unaware, even other poc, and 2) if they're aware, they don't DO ANYTHING about it.

examples? certainly!

how about who we date. i have white friends who only date white people, hell, i know poc who only date white people, and i know this will make many people reading this uncomfortable, but there is a racist reason behind that. you can call it your "preferences," but like... how/why do you think those preferences are formed?

or who we befriend. most of my white friends only interact with white people. except me. i'm the token poc for several of my friends. why?

i have primarily white friends who bought homes in gentrified areas in historically black/latino neighborhoods in my city. and they're like, aware that gentrification is bad. but... they still bought 'em! why?

a close friend of mine recently told me that i looked "gangsta" in my gold jewelry but she didn't say anything at all to my asian friend who was wearing the same exact jewelry as me (literally the exact same, from the same store, we were modeling it together.) i'm a brown latina. i look ghetto in gold jewelry, according to white people. i know this. sucks to be reminded by someone i love but i didn't disown her for it. can anyone reading this honestly tell me they haven't accidentally said something stupid like that?

i've had multiple people in my life say they "forget" i'm a poc because i "act white." might as well just say i don't play the race card lmao. same question as above.

i have friends of color who, during the blm protests, went through a lot of very painful and public education about the history of police brutality. i had multiple friends of all races who said they "didn't understand" how bad it was until george floyd was killed. and most of those friends don't actually seem to care about the issue anymore. it's kinda over. has every single one of us americans donated our time or money to a related cause this week?

most people in my life don't organize or take part in a form of activism at all! we talk about these things, so i can confidently say that. i think some of them donate, but that's like a "set it and forget it" type thing. many of them feel guilty for not doing more but they just... don't make it a priority.

like. these are all common, pervasive issues of racism (or other isms). and i guarantee that some people who are very upset about the matty/taylor situation encounter these things, and more, as well.

i don't know everyone on here but do i believe everyone involved in this convo is confronting these things? nope. i do not. because it's hard, uncomfortable, and makes you unpopular/unlikeable.

this isn't even a judgment. it's just reality. but these are all things that i'd rather people confront irl regularly rather than exhaust themselves talking about matty healy on tumblr.

[escapismqueen]

A Chenford pre relationship fic- Why didn’t you like her ? Part 2

Summary- The second part to ‘why didn’t you like her ? Tim and Lucy haven't spoken in a week, but are ordered by Grey to ride together- but it’s no usual patrol job. It’s dangerous. Will their feelings bubble to the surface when faced with it ?

Incl: Angst, angst with a happy ending, pining Tim and Lucy, Hurt, hurt/comfort, slight fluff

Warnings: swearing, talks of shooting and someone being shot.

“Bradford, Chen, you’ll be riding together today. We need all hands on deck. Victor Ramos is back in town- he’s a known drug lord and murderer, we lost him last time, that will not be happening today.” Tim and Lucy looked at each other hesitantly. They’re not sure what they expected when Grey called them into his office, but it’s certainly made things awkward. Tim and Lucy haven’t spoken since their interrupted heart to heart last week; Tim’s been busy with Metro and Lucy has been riding with Aaron most days. It’s been an awkward few days, but mostly- a painful few days.

Neither Lucy or Tim have been able to sleep lately; their minds continuously racing with ‘what ifs’. What if their conversation never got intruded by Chris ? What if the other felt the same ? No matter how much they tried, sleep was no friend to these thoughts. And each of their hearts felt heavy- both carrying a weight that pulled them down more than any thing else could.

Lucy and Tim nervously look around, their eyes ever so slowly meeting each others. As Lucy puts her head down, Grey creases his brows in confusion. “Will there be a problem with you two riding together that I should know about ?” At the utterance of his words, Lucy turned towards Tim, eyes widened, pleading for him to come up with an answer. Despite him also feeling lost for what to say, Lucy’s expression pushed his brain to respond with a speed that none of them saw coming. “No Sir, we can ride together- no problems.”

Grey nodded and turned towards his desk, collecting the information that both of them needed. Tim made sure not to take a glance at Lucy, he could feel the burning of her glare in the side of his face; and he did not want it front on. He knew why she was mad- they hadn’t talked in a week, and now, the first time they would be, they’d be at work. He knows she likes to talk things out when they both have the right time and place to fully discuss their feelings- catching a murderous drug dealer was not either of those things.

The atmosphere in the shop was tense. Neither one of them had spoken a word since getting in- only finger tapping and heavy breathing filling the space. Tim found himself picking at the leather chair- a habit Lucy often performed when she was nervous- a habit that he claimed was ‘annoying and useless’. But right now, as he felt the fabric peel under his nails, he couldn’t help but think she was right; it was something to distract him from the uncomfortable silence that permeated around the two of them- something that was completely foreign to their relationship, making the situation almost twice as uncomfortable.

The crackling sound of the radio cuts through the quiet, Greys voice causing both of them to breathe a sigh of relief. “Bradford, Chen- Victor Ramos has been spotted 2 miles from where you are; dispatch is sending the location. DO NOT let him go”. Tim’s foot pushed firmly down on the pedal, the adrenaline coursing through his veins wiping the awkwardness away almost instantly. “Lucy- I know it’s been a weird week, and we need to talk, but this is about catching a criminal now, we need to focus, no getting hurt; you hear me ? You and I can wait”.

He’s not sure where the words came from, but he knows he’s been desperate to say them since the moment she walked out of the break room with tears in her eyes. ‘We need to talk’ It was a widely used phrase that was often followed by bad news- but in this case, it could be what ended the chance for the two of them, or be the start of it. Maybe he’d been blinded by the danger of the upcoming situation, but he knew he had to tell her; he needed to.

Lucy turned her head towards him, bracing herself with a sharp inhale and a purse of her lips. “I hear you. We’ll be okay Tim. Now, let’s catch Ramos” Both of them share a look of understanding, their eyes connoting things that only words could for some- but not them. The unspoken conversations have been their ‘thing’ from the beginning. The moment Lucy first looked at him in her first roll call, she knew what he was thinking, and he knew what she was. Lucy has never told him before, but she thinks it’s because his soul is entwined with her own- like she was supposed to meet him. She knew if she told him that, that he’d roll his eyes at her.

“Lucy ? You okay ?” Lucy snapped out of her trance, Tim’s words alerting her to the fact that she’s been spaced out looking at him for the past 30 seconds. “Oh, erm- yeah, I’m fine”. Tim looks at her suspiciously, nerves now invading his adrenaline rush. She needs to be focused and composed- she knows this ! What could possibly be more important than her safety right now ? “Lucy, listen to me. We’re a minute away from the location. This is not some regular call, this guy is dangerous and it’s just the two of us. He’s got guys everywhere, so we need to be prepared so that we don’t blow our cover before backup arrives- okay ? Whatever is on your mind, it does not matter right now !”

Lucy nods rapidly in agreement. She knows his small outburst came from a place of worry, and in all honesty, she was a little spaced. But she’s a cop- she’s handled many of a situation like this, she knows what she’s doing and how she’s supposed to be. As she makes a mental note to argue with him about it later, they pull up to a dingy and dark alleyway; an abandoned factory centred in the middle, the sight of it sending chills up both of their bodies.

“You wanna take the left, I take right ?” Lucy whisperingly questions Tim. As he scans the area, he nods and directs Lucy with the motions of his hands. Before they lose sight of each other, Lucy turns her head over her shoulder and murmurs Tim’s name. As he hears the melodic sound of her voice, his eyes meet hers, the trouble and worry that they hold bearing into his own. “Be careful” he nods and sends her a small smile “you too”- each of them then parting ways. Lucy enters through a side door, careful not to make any loud or sudden steps. As she turns on her flashlight, she notices a large, thin piece of wood covering a part of the wall. Finding it odd and misplaced, she moves closer to inspect it and when she realises there are no traps, she chips away at it as quietly as she can.

“Come on you stubborn piece of shit, you’re really giving Tim a run for his money here” she mumbles to herself. Her growing frustration at the lack of leeway turns her attention elsewhere. Then It gleams in her light- a curled piece of metal that she knows in seconds, is exactly what she needs. Picking it up, she paces back to the wall, this time curling the metal through the side of wood and pulling it forcefully towards her. “Yes !” The side panel comes loose, and exposes a hole in the wall. Lucy narrows her eyes, taking a closer look to the details, and discerns that the whole space behind the wall is open.

As she peers through the hole, her heart sinks at the sight, he face paling and her legs almost buckling beneath her. Tim had also found the room- but he was currently being held at gun point. Lucy wastes no time in calling for backup and an ambulance, her hands powerfully ripping through the wood, not caring about the scratches and cuts she’s getting in the process- Tim was in danger, nothing else mattered.

As Tim stood with his hand up, he caught sight of Lucy breaking her way in. The anxiety in his chest rose- it’s not safe for her to come in here right now. Ramos has a gun pointed straight at him, torturing him with the uneasy uncertainty of when he will shoot. “I always knew cops were stupid, but this- this is another level. You think you can come in here and take down my empire with what, your gun and badge ?” Ramos laughed sickeningly, Tim’s teeth grinding into one another as his jaw clenched in anger.

“So Sargent, where’s your friends ?” Ramos waved his gun around the air, chortling at at the power and leverage he currently had over a police Sargent. It’s no shocker that criminals hate cops, but Victor Ramos really hates them. Tim gulped lightly, silently praying to himself that neither Ramos or his men catch Lucy. “Wow, you really do think we’re stupid. I’m here alone”. Ramos raises his brows in humour, his hand reaching to scratch his beard. The darkened charcoal colour of it is certainly not natural, and if it were any other situation, Tim would have poked fun at him for his ‘try hard’ attitude for looking ‘evil’.

“Try again. Where. Are. Your. Friends ?” Ramos took a step forward with the each of his words, pulling the safety off his gun in the process. Tim looked up with his eyes only, his head refusing to engage in his sick power play. “I. Told. You. I’m. Alone”. Ramos shakes his head in mock disappointment, dramatically tutting along. “So if I tell my men to go and check the side entrance, they’re not going to find anyone ? Is that right ?” Tim gulps again, only this time with great concern- Lucy went in the side entrance. Ramos circled him slowly as if a predator stalking his prey. The shuffling of his shoes echoed in the room, the sound mirroring the seconds that ticked by.

“Ahhhh, it seems that’s rattled you slightly. Don’t you think boys ?” He maliciously turned to his team, a venomous smirk etched onto his face. His men snigger in amusement, fingers placed readily on the triggers of their own guns- eager to be the one who makes the shot.

As Lucy pulls apart enough wood to climb into the hole, she arches her way slowly into it and with restraint, eases her way closer to give Tim some backup. She counts in her head as she walks towards him, registering that backup will most likely have just arrived, the tension around her heart releasing somewhat. As she takes another step, the roaring sound of a gunshot blares through the room. Lucys eyes focus in on the scene, her breath hitching in her throat and eyes watering instantaneously at the sight. Tim has been shot.

At the sight of the backup squad entering the premisses and shooting at Ramos and his gang, Lucy runs faster than she ever had, her shoes pounding heavily on the floor, breath quickening in despair. “TIM !!!” She reaches him and kneels right next to him, hands cupping his face in distress. She scans his body- he’s been shot in the abdomen, and there’s a lot of blood already. Lucy places her hands on the wound and presses down to stop the bleeding, a sob escaping her lips at the state that he’s in. “Tim, listen to me. Look at me, Tim !” Tim weakly turns his head towards hers, the faint picture of a smile pulling at his lips upon seeing her- the love of his life.

“Hey Luce, you okay ?” His energy is dropping by the second, his skin paling along with it- he’s in vast amounts of pain, and dizziness is entering his system in large doses. Lucy releases another sob, tears dripping onto Tim’s shirt. “I’m fine” she tries with all her will to send him a smile. She hopes to god that this is not the last time she sees him, but if it is, she doesn’t want him afraid or worried. A pang of anger floods her chest, the thought of anything happening to Tim, sending her in a spiral. This WILL NOT be the last time she sees him.

“Tim, you listen to me, don’t you dare die okay ?! I’m gonna be so pissed at you if you die! You promised me we’d talk, you promised me !!!” The tears escape her aimlessly, another falling as the last one drops. Her lips are wavering uncontrollably. She looks up for a moment to see that backup has caught and cuffed everyone, her attention refocusing back on Tim. “Tim, pro- promise me ! Promise me !!!” She pleads. Her free hand lifts his head and rests it securely in her lap, her fingers caressing his face in comfort.

She notices Tim losing more energy, the weight of his body increasing on her significantly, indicating that sleep is soon to overcome him- she just prays it’s not forever. “Tim, stay awake !! Stay with me, please ! Tim, I love you, you can’t leave me, I love you!” Tim’s lips curl slowly into a smile before the pain takes over and he blacks out, glad that if this is his last moment on earth, he got to spend it with Lucy Chen- the woman who means more to him than anyone in the world. The woman who loves him too.

Lucy’s head falls onto his chest, the sobs eliciting from her own struggling to stay contained. As her head falls onto his chest, she hears the faint pulse of his heart goosebumps rising on her skin. She looks around with hope in her eyes, desperately trying to seek a medic through the tears blocking her vision. As they continue to fall, she sees Bailey running towards her, a breath of relief expelling from her lips. “He’s, he’s been shot in the abdomen. Passed out around 30 seconds ago, he needs medical attention now !!” Bailey nods and helps Lucy lift Tim, rushing him to the ambulance.

At the hospital

Lucys knees wobble in anticipation. It’s been three hours since Tim got wheeled into surgery and she’s still heard nothing. Angela’s hand is clasped tightly in Lucy’s, the two of them clearly panicked and anxious waiting for news. Every so often, Angela brushes her thumb over Lucy’s hand in comfort, the tightness of her grip aiding not only Lucy- but herself. Tim was her best friend, her man of honour. She’s known him for years; and when the news was dropped at the station that Tim had been shot, she felt as if her heart stopped- she felt helpless.

Lucy couldn’t sit still, her anxiety was bubbling higher and higher until she felt sick to the stomach. She turned to Angela, a panic in her eyes “why haven’t they finished yet ? We should have gotten news by now !”. Angela opens her mouth to offer Lucy some words of encouragement- she’s not blind, she sees the looks that Tim and Lucy have sent each other over the years- they hold much more than a ‘typical’ care and concern for a coworker. Not to mention the googly eyes and the particularly bright smiles when they look at each other- it was as obvious as day and night, so she knows that this situation is killing Lucy in way she can’t explain.

Before she gets the chance to speak, every officer in the waiting room is met with the face of Tim’s doctor- this is the moment. Not a single person stays sat down, all itching to know how the surgery went and if Tim is okay. Lucy looks to the Doctor with pleading eyes “is he okay ?”

“He’s going to be fine. The surgery went well, you can go and see him shortly.”

The room exhaled in relief- Tim was okay. A happy sob racked Lucy’s chest, more than ‘over the moon’ to hear the news. She couldn’t think of anything worse than living in a world without Tim Bradford- thank god she doesn’t have to. Lucy crushed Angela into a hug, both of them overwhelmed with joy. The tightness of the hug bears more meaning than any words could’ve- every emotion that they had been feeling poured into it. “He’s gonna be okay Lucy, he’s gonna be okay” Angela wasn’t sure if she was comforting just Lucy or herself too, but the moment she saw the beaming smile imprinted on Lucy’s face, she knew it was love. It reminded her of the way she felt when Wesley was stabbed; only love can cause a reaction like that- Lucy Chen was in love with Tim Bradford.

Angela rubbed Lucy’s arms up and down, eyes brightening at the sight of her joy. “You go see him first.” “Are you sure ?” Angela nodded her head and nudged her playfully on the hip. “Yeah. I think he’d want to see you first.”

Tim’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the fluorescent hospital lighting. He groaned at the pain centred at his abdomen, but when he turned to look at it, his pain was no more. Right beside his bed, Lucy sat peering at him with a hopeful smile. She looked tired and her eyes were bloodshot and red. Still, to Tim, she looked beautiful. Lucy notices Tim’s gaze upon her and reaches for his hand the moment he wakes. “Oh thank god ! I was worried I dreamt that you were okay.” A small chuckle flew past her lips, but the sight of him smiling back flashes her back to just before he blacked out. When she thought he was leaving.

“Timothy Bradford, don’t you dare scare me like that again, okay ?! It’s not allowed, I strictly forbid it.” Tim snickered at her request, he knew he couldn’t promise her something like that with the type of job that they both have, but he did know that he never wanted to be the reason for her tears again. “Okay.” Despite the relief circling the room, a question was weighing on Tim. “Did you mean it ?” Lucy furrows her brows- mean what ? She thought she’d made it incredibly clear that she meant every word she just said to him. When Tim clicked on that she had no idea what he was referring to, he continues. “You said you love me. Did you- did you say it because you meant it or because you were worried i would die ?” He asks nervously.

Tears gathered in Lucy’s eyes once again; she’s sure she’s never cried this much in her life. The look of uncertainty on Tim’s face makes her heart clench in pain- of course she meant it. As another tear slid down her face, she leans forward and interlaces their fingers. “Of course I meant it. I love you. I’ve never said those words to anyone before, but I know that I love you. More than anything.” A grin broke out on Tim’s face, his eyes sparkling with delight, until a thought crossed his mind “what about-“

Lucy knows what he’s going to say, and right now, she doesn’t want to hear his name. She just wants Tim. “I broke up with him the day we had our talk. I knew it would never work with him because I only wanted you. I haven’t said anything because I didn’t want you to think that the only reason I wanted to make things work with you was because it didn’t with him. I chose you. You weren’t a second choice Tim, you were my only choice”. Tim’s eyes glisten at the announcement- she’d just said everything he’d ever wanted to hear.

He motioned for her to come closer, the emotions flying around his chest craving an outlet. As she leans closer, he tilts his head further towards her, nose brushing against hers gently. “I love you too.” He utters, before sweeping his lips passionately against Lucy’s, the warmth of her intoxicating him and leaving him yearning for more. She kisses back with a hunger that that can’t be explained; overjoyed to finally be kissing him, but most of all, feeling fortunate and grateful that he’s still here so that she can.

[cornflakegetmilking]

Bittersweet Cravings

Warning: this fic contains possesion, alot of killing, oh also some saucy moments

Sauce Warning - Small bit of sauce (mentions of body touching and body warmth)

Chapter 2: Predator Eyes

Weeks have passed and Flakes had been warming up to their new environment pretty well so far. And surprisingly they haven't been yelled at by their boss due to their good work and lucky for them their pay has improved well and they had been able to pay for their bills, not only that but its enough money for them to treat themselves to nice things every once in a while. They had been living decently at this point and they wouldn't want anything else to change... and yet the past days they couldn't help themselves but let their eyes linger to him... to the big man himself. Everytime he stepped out of the trophy room they wouldn't waste the opportunity to steal a few glances and admire every inch of him, it was difficult to hold in their chitters every once in a while. He was just so intoxicating...

However with their small desires there was a small bit of fear in them that lingered. As everyweek or so they would notice new magic items being brought into his room as a new part of his collection and being a magic entity themselves they couldn't help but imagine the possible awful things that would happen if they found out, they could end up like all of their other ancestors but instead of being buried 6 feet under they could have their head mounted on a wall just as another piece for his collection. The thought was enough to make them shiver, they could only hope that they never find out of their true identity.

Meanwhile Jack was sitting on his massive chair polishing some of his new baby unicorn horns looking a bit frustrated while looking into his crystal ball which seemed to be showing the factory.

"How could i let something slip into my factory so easily?!" He growled before picking up the ball and shaking it. "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SHOW ME THE MAGICAL ITEM ITSELF YOU USELESS BOWLING BALL?!"

He yelled at the crystal ball clearly frustrated. Ever since he got himself a new crystal ball he had been bothered the past few days as he had discovered that a new magical item was just within the very walls of his factory. Someone had to be keeping it away from him, but the question was who. It had been days now and it would be a bit difficult to search who had it since he had finally hired a dozen men. But that WASN'T gonna stop him. He sat down to think but slowly a grin crept into his face as an idea came to mind.

While Flakes was still baking and lost in focus they were startled by the two doors being slammed open.

"Okay everyone because aparently one of you thought it would be funny to tease me by keeping a magical doodad in this factory to yourself and oh i dont know NOT hand it over to me like you should?! So I decided that for now on I'll be doing surprise checkings until either i find it or you hand it over to me!" He had this smug grin as if he thought he was smart about his idea... and he kinda was.

While everyone murmured wondering about this magical item, Flakes' face went pale. Their mind started racing only to be interrupted by the a baker next to them.

"Damn who do you think has been teasing him?" He muttered at them.

"W-what?" Flakes looked at him confused

By the past few days Flakes couldnt bother to befriend any of the bakers as they didn't want to get attached to anyone and didn't feel the desire to do so as they were never the social type however they managed to at least make one friend who went by the name of Frank. Frank was oddly calm, maybe too calm and had little to no worries and it showed inside and out. He was in some way annoying and the only reason he seemed to haven't been fired or killed was because of how fast but well he baked. But Flakes grew to be quite fond of them.

"You know one of the rules! Don't bring anything magical into the factory unless you decide to hand it over to mister big man!" He always called him that in their conversations "You know his collection is never gonna be enough! Even if the magic belongs to someone else he'll probably just take it! Probably kill the owner too! Who knows? I do!" He laughed but only for Flakes to shiver.

"Frank!!! Flakes!!! I don't have all day!!!" Jack yelled while everyone else was already forming a line.

"Good luck bud! Here's me hoping you didn't set yourself up for death!" He chuckled before walking to the line.

Flakes gave them a sarcastic thumbs up as they walked behind them. They were last in line so it took a while til it was their turn, they could feel their heart beat rapidly in fear. They were hoping the line would end quicker but also they were hoping the line would stay till it was time to leave. With their mind rushing they didn't even notice it was their turn.

"Arms up!" Jack commanded with an annoyed look in his face.

Flakes yelped a bit before lifting their arms up. All of their fear was now being pumped into their heart beats rapidly. However as soon as they felt their body being touched by his large hands it felt like all their fear went away and was now replaced with that feeling when they watched Jack from afar... Desire. At this point they just wanted him to take their time to savor the moment, feeling his fingers press on every nook and cranny while he searched them made their spine tingle and their body grow warm. They didn't wanna show they were enjoying this. They also seemed to be doing a good job hiding their true identity as their human form had no flaw to show, but they were also doing a good job hiding their desire for him... for Jack. Their eyes watched his expressions as he searched them, they were lucky he wasn't looking at their face or they probably would've died by now they couldn't help but just watch him like a hungry predator. But as soon as their sides were pressed harshly their daydreaming was disturbed as they let something slip by accident...

"Chitter chitter!!!" They shut their mouth immediately as their face started to go red in embarrassment while they shivered in panic.

Jack was taken back from the new sudden sound that left their lips, his brow rose as he looked at them confused and surprised. Seems like he wasnt the only one feeling this way as everyone else's eyes looked towards Flakes equally confused.

"What in the world was that?!" Jack laughed a bit.

"I-it was just a sound of pain sir!" They hoped they couldnt see through their red flushed face.

However Jack wasn't buying it. He looked down at them unimpressed with their lie.

"You know if you're gonna lie at least do a better job at it! What?! Do you think im some kind of idiot?!" He laughed.

"M-mister Horner sir i-i promise im not lying!" This was it this is how they die...

"You know i don't like liars! I should fire you right here right now!" He grinned as he was entertained by their panic state.

Flake's face dropped in sadness hearing this, especially when they were starting to enjoy their job.

"N-no sir! No please!" They almost wanted to get on their knees.

All eyes were watching them feeling a bit pityful as everyone in this room has been at that same position they were in at least once, even Frank. And Flakes now was no exception. Jack only looked at Flakes with a smug grinn as if waiting for them to break.

"I was flustered sir!" They spat it out immediately as their face started to grow redder.

They stood there hoping this would save their ass... and luckily it seemed to be working as Jack's grin grew wider as if he was entertained by the poor thing's humiliation.

"Well seeing as you decided to be honest with me i guess i could let you stay!" He chuckled. "But remember this employee... you lie to me again and i promise you that the last thing that leaves your lips is your begs for mercy! And that's not a lie!"

With that he turned away and walked back into his trophy room leaving Flakes standing there still red and now speechless.

"Damn you almost got yourself killed there..."  Frank stated only to receive a glare from Flakes.

"You fuckin think?!" They snarled still startled from what just happened before sighing just relieved they survived.

They went back to their station but not without looking at the bakers staring at them every now and then so they gave them a low growl making them finally mind their own business. They never liked it when eyes laid on them, it made them feel vulnerable and that was the last thing they ever wanted to feel. They let out one more sigh before finally getting back to work.

Meanwhile in the trophy room Jack was watching Flakes from his crystal ball, he knew something was odd about their behaviour since day 1 he just didn't think it was a big deal until now. He suspects them more than ever, he just needed to make sure of it. He didn't want to come to any conclusions and scare them off. After all they were one of his best bakers.

Time passed and it was time to clock out. Flakes sighed as they put their card away before looking back at the factory. It never seemed to change how it made them feel. Intimidated yet excited, how it triggered them to run but also to stay. But what bothered them was how they felt about the one who runs the place. They thought by now their small attraction would go away but it only seemed to have grown stronger, what was it that lured them in anyways? The intimidation? His size? His voice? His dominance?! What was it?! They knew their species was always attracted to power but of all things HIM?! The power hungry sadistic irredeemable ugly bastard?! Flakes' thoughts were cut short when a familiar voice was heard.

"Earth to Flakers!" Frank waved his hand in front of their face hoping to get them out their daydreaming.

"H-huh? Oh sorry i was just thinking..." They smiled nervously.

He only gave them a raised brow as if he didn't believe them.

"Nooo i don't believe you... you know what? Mr. Horner was right! You're a bad liar!" He chuckled as he crossed his arms playfully.

"What?! What do you mean?!" They snarled.

"Your face is all red and blushy!" He giggled in amusement.

Flakes froze and only grew more red as they touched their cheeks only to feel them burning.

"Excuse me?" Is all they could say before receiving a playful punch on the shoulder.

"You got a crush on the big man himself dont ya!" He laughed only making Flakes' pupils shrink.

"T-that's absurd! I don't! My face only goes red cause of fear! That's all!" They scoffed in hopes it wasn't that easy to see right through them.

"Right... cuz being scared definitely makes our face all red and not pale! Right right sure i believe that!" He shook his head. "Wow you suck at lying!"

Flakes pouts before rolling their eyes and started pushing him to walk only now realizing they were still in the factory's door frame.

"Okay so what if i have an attraction for mister power hungry? Its not a big deal! The feeling will fly away at some point!" They puffed out their chest confidently.

"And if it doesn't?" Frank added with genuine curiosity on his face.

This question was enough to make them pause... they haven't really thought about that... They honestly thought the feelings would go away... Then again its been weeks and yet the feeling has only grown more since then...

"I-it will go away! Just trust the process!" Is all they could think of.

Frank just shrugged and decided to continue walking home with them and stop with their questions. Flakes let out a sigh trying to calm themselves down, they were just glad no one was listening in to their conversation or they would never hear the end of it.

Little did they know Jack was watching through his crystal ball. His eyes a bit wide in surprise after all he's heard.

"Wow... i thought of them as a weirdo but not so weird to have attractions for someone like me!" He couldn't help but laugh. "Then again who could blame them? Im powerful and oh so disgustingly attractive!" He chuckled as he straightened his jacket.

He looked back at the ball and grinned as he traced his stained thumb across the glass to clear the view a bit more.

"But if you're so attracted to me then who am i to push you away? Especially when you're actually helping me! I just wonder how much your little heart can take once i start playing with it!" He eyed flakes throught the crystal ball. "I'll find out what you're hiding one way or another even if it means i have to break you..."

To Be Continued

[menalez]

(context: post about straight men in bdsm & polyamory)

So I've been a BDSM Professional for 5+ years (meaning I work in house, in a dungeon, every week, multiple days)

I love it. It saved my life. Got me out of a bad relationship financially. Repaired my relationship with my dad. The women I work with empowered me to be a strong adult woman.

& yeah, some of those men irk the women who work professionally because...

entitlement. I don't go Male Dom/ Fem sub parties because I don't like the feeling of being spoken to like I'm a shy damsel who's enamored by ~ uwu man in suit! ~ I wish I could express how it goes, but it's along the lines of "Well hello there! I haven't seen you around here, you MUST be new! "(GAG, NO im NOT) So what kind of play are you into? (*I tell them as a Switch I love paddles, floggers, etc*) Their demeanor changes quickly, realizing that it'll be a challenge to "dominate" me because I'm not easily impressed. The conversation ends soon after, and they find someone who thinks they're cool.

To this I say I LOVE AUTISTIC MEN IN BDSM. Like, the men who are obviously pretty autistic. Why? Because the conversations are more to the point. "What do you like? Nice. Wanna see the toys I have? Thank you for looking. Is there a chance you'd like to engage in play? Wonderful."

A lot of those first men I mentioned DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE TOYS. For fucks sake, the fact that they need to wear a leather jacket to throw a whip around because they'll hit themselves on the recoil??

Some guys think that their strength makes them impressive. So you'll see them spend a good 30 minutes wailing on someone (who likes it and wants it, mind you) but it's like...all they do. Idk how to explain, but there's no technique. No build up. No rhthym It's super performative. Like...there's nothing wrong with having a to the point play style. What I'm saying is that those guys use 1 toy, pretty hard, for 30 minutes...then confidently say "You must be new here!". Ick.

^

Thats like, something just annoying.

Problematic stuff includes talking about their race play in places where non consenting parties can hear (even in kink spaces, no one wants to hear about it and I've never heard of FemDoms doing this irl) *This isn't to say I'm against race play if that's what the sub wants. It just isn't something to talk about openly and casually.

We also have complaints from Trans Women and Trans Men in the community that some problematic straight guys will identify as non-binary to diffuse their hate. They actually speak out a lot about those guys that are Masc presenting but try to hover in women's spaces, which is good. Trans women have a really good reputation in the kink scene, they don't mind policing people trying to abuse that label for their gain. The Trans Men go off too. They're not gatekeeping the word non-binary, they just call it out when an unlikeable person suddenly says that they are.

So yeah, that's just my perspective on the topic of straight guys in the BDSM scene...and how you being sus about them isn't too far off from how ProDommes /Switches also feel. We don't think they're all that. I don't know any Pros who think they're revolutionary (including Pro Submissives)

I don't have too much experience with polyamory.

I'm also employed by a Trans Woman in the BDSM scene, and our management is in a polycule (small business). My witnessing irl of polyamory has been that very functional example. I know there's issues too on that topic with the problematic straights, but I just can't speak from personal experience.

So my experience & telling of this is coming from a place of wanting the vanilla world to know "YEAH, we're aware of some of these straight guys that make you feel iffy. We don't put them on pedestals. " Idk, the most amazing men I've met in kink have never had to boast about their dominance and polyamory. They just get pussy & spank ass & keep it pushing.

And keeping it real, these Doms are SO nervous in person lmao.

I MEAN IT. Male Subs? Those motherfuckers will look you in the eye and say "Yeah I have a 10 inch vibrating dildo in my ass as we speak and I've been locked in chastity for 2 years. I want you to step on me and tell me I'm even less than shit. I want you to tell me I'm SUCH shit that I come out of my own asshole. Also, don't think I'm weird, but is it possible to pay extra to see you topless? If that was rude please feel free to slap the shit out of me"

Male Doms: "uwu, you new here? 👉🏻👈🏻"

your stories just made me think of a massive room filled with this man's clones

the male subs thing was disturbing 😭but those male doms u were talking about just sound like sadists that use kink as a means of getting out their aggression, based on how u described them.

that said, im surprised that the biggest thing worth mentioning for you is the entitlement and overconfidence, i expected some really fucked up shit because ive heard a lot of awful stories about kink spaces & the 'doms' ive known have all been ..pretty awful people

[nuttyrabbit]

Late Night IDW Team Dark Ramblings

You know, I've been thinking about how Team Dark could be better portrayed/utilized in IDW and I've come to realize that a big issue with their portrayal/usage is that they don't really have any antagonists of their own.

Like they're supposedly not super buddy buddy with Sonic and co but the only times they show up are to help them with whatever Eggman thing is going on at the moment (or that one bit with Clutch, which factors into my solution). As a result they just kinda feel like Sonic's butt buddies or in the case of Shadow, that one annoying guy who pops in to tell you you're bad at your job.

I know it's partially a result of not having a Universe equivalent where they can fuck off and do their own thing, but at the same time, as of now there's nobody for Team Dark to really bounce off of antagonist wise, and specifically for Shadow, there's nobody for him to really go all out on and let him actually be cool against.

And I was thinking about how to fix this for a while, until it hit me that the solution, or at least the start of it, was right in front of my face: Rough, Tumble, and Clutch should be antagonists not only for Team Chaotix, but Team Dark as well.

Those three provide the sort of shadier, "darker" antagonists that fit characters like Rouge and Shadow specifically (the former is evidenced by her and Clutch's delightful interactions in Chao Races). Now you may be asking "But Nutty, those three are interesting, but they can't take Shadow in a fight, no way no HOW, and having Shadow beat them up just feels like a consolation prize for him" and to that I'd say that yeah, you're correct about that, which leads into the second part of my proposal

Use Clutch and Rough/Tumble as a launching pad. I'm showing my biases towards certain kinds of characters here, but I think it'd be cool to have those characters be a jumping off point to have more outright criminals/org crime villains. Villains that are meant to be a bit seedier, a bit more "underground" and whom Shadow's pragmatic attitudes and raw power, as well as Rouge's finesse, can be properly applied against. It could also provide an opportunity for Team Chaotix and Team Dark interactions, which as far as I can remember, we haven't really had outside of like, Heroes (and that one Archie issue early in Ian's run where the Chaotix interrogated her but that barely counts).

Now you may also be thinking: "Well wouldn't that just bloat up the cast?", and to that I say the wonder of these kinds of villains is that they're inherently disposable. It'd be quite easy to say, throw out some criminal of the week for them to deal with and when they're dealt with, they're gone if you want em to be gone. Now granted, in an ideal world this would be slotted into a Universe style book where the more episodic stuff would fit (and frankly it's the only place I thinnk it could reasonably fit since having arcs without Sonic in them is pretty much verboten), but it's still interesting to think about nevertheless

Also you could totally pull from Jojo Part 5 and make a funky hitman squad with crazy powers and a close bond and have them be reoccuring villains if you really wanted.

But yeah these are just some thoughts I wanted to get out there. Lemme know what you think