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[michajawkan]

Funniest tabletop build I ever did was the one time I tried to recreate the feel of Ushivenger in 5e and it ended up being my go-to build to describe me building something dumb since the resulting build could attack 7 times with dual longswords by level 8

[saebs-index]

⚡︎ astrology observations tres

⟡ mars in the 3rd house people do argue a lot that stereotype is true but the positive thing about them is that they stand on business. if someone’s attacking their friend they’re ride or die for them and aren’t afraid to speak up about anything. the least pick me placement in my opinion

⟡ unevolved moon in 12th house men will do anything but admit they’re in the wrong. they act like a victim when they’re suffering the consequences of their own actions (as they deserve to) and it’s frustrating

⟡ aquarius venuses often value friendship over love. like if they are forced to choose between a lover or friend it will always be the friend. aquarius is the sign associated with friendship and independence so it’s hard to get an aquarius venus to value you (as a romantic partner) more than the other people they’re close to in life

⟡ the most relentlessly aggressive placement is a leo mars. they are extremely vengeful and will never let shit go or forgive. they hold harsh grudges and will do anything they can to hurt someone they don’t like (when they’re unevolved). i’ve met a ton of people with this placement and witness the same thing every time. the entire chart matters of course though

⟡ everyone that i’ve met with a 5th house stellium is so outgoing and fun to be around. they’re always the life of the party and have a unique spark about them. they always stand out to everyone in a room

⟡ pluto in the 7th house people are either in really toxic relationships with toxic partners or they’re the toxic ones in their relationships. there’s never an in between. these people almost enjoy toxicity. maddy from euphoria vibes

⟡ moon opposite moon synastry creates a lot of sexual tension between two people. not sure why but it’s something i’ve noticed. maybe it’s related to the moon representing fertility?

⟡ moon sextile ascendant synastry indicates the moon person has deep care for the ascendant person and adores them. the ascendant person will feel naturally comforted and at home with the moon person

i’m a realist and extremely honest, sorry not sorry.

[feefivefoe]

The Astral Express. Brought back to life by Himeko, and on it's seemingly endless journey through the cosmos. A journey to the beginning.

How the Astral Express crew sees their Aeon (Spoilers for end of Penacony under the cut, I'm using both Trailblazers as twins)

Full disclosure, I don't play 3rd, so I have no back knowledge on Welt. He is Mister Yang and that's about it for me.

Caelus/Stelle

"The less thoughts I keep in my head, the more room I save for you, [name]!"

"Anybody who wants near you has to get through the Galactic Baseballer 10x over!"

The two of them essentially turn into a puppy the moment you enter the room. Neither acknowledge any boundary you try and place between you. Hey, you picked them first, didn't you? Doesn't that mean they're your favorites? Why else would they be able to follow so many different paths?

Caleus is the more empty headed of the two, though that isn't saying much. He's the one more willing to share you with the rest of the crew, so long as he's allowed to be there, too. Stelle is more protective and possessive of your time, sometimes not even willing to share with her brother. Fine, he can sit on the other side of the room while she lies her head in your lap. She'll be generous this time.

For the both of them, the circumstances of their awakening was weird, and a little terrifying. Being woken up by strangers in an unfamiliar location, immediately thrust into danger, then having to make a major, life changing decision. Meeting you was the first sense of security either of them really got. Even if their head didn't remember you, something from their very being knew who you were. You were safety. You were home.

Expect the both of them to cling to your side like no other. Even considering bringing you to the dangerous parts of their missions because they can't bear the thought of separating from you.

Dan Heng

"The Vidyadhara's cycle of rebirth...they are, in essence, new beginnings, no?"

Forced to take a new life beyond his homeworld, due to the actions of his previous incarnation. For a bit, he might have resented you. Why force such an unwelcome beginning on him? Were you also punishing him for Dan Feng's mistakes?

He's long grown out of this resentment by the time he meets you in the flesh, having now found solace in the family he's established within the Express.

Dan Heng doesn't mind as much falling to the background amist the crew. He's content to be in the same room as the twins and March demand your attention, observing your reactions and taking notes. Not for the data bank, no. He's a bit selfish in that regard, keeping his notes about you stored either on his phone, or physically in a drawer he keeps locked.

Staunch about your safety. Gets into arguments with Caleus and Stelle when they want to take you with them into potentially dangerous scenarios. He straight up locked you in the archive with him while his companions went onto the Luofu, the idea of you running into Blade nearly sending him into a panic attack. When he eventually decided to board it himself, he very reluctantly sent you with Sushang once they made it back into the safe area. Sure, he'd prefer having visual on you to ensure your safety, but where he was going was undoubtedly more dangerous, and he didn't know if he could protect you through all of it.

When he's in his Vidyadhara form, he's more possessive than when he suppresses it. It doesn't hurt that he has more power, able to protect you with both Cloud Piercer and Cloudhymn magic.

March 7th

"Say cheese! Aw, come on! How do you manage to be cuter than me in every photo???"

It goes without saying you have your own photo album. The ones she hangs of you on her walls have both you and the crew, while the ones she keeps in her book are either just you, or pictures she takes together with you. Yes, she has cut other people out of them.

She may not know where she came from, or what she might have lost from her previous life. But so long as it resulted in meeting you, she's happy to have lost it.

Being around you gives March a sense of familiarity, much like her fellow amnesiacs. Even if she doesn't know where her homeworld is, you're more home than any planet could possibly be. She's happy to go out or spend nights in, but physical contact is non negotiable. Walking around town? Linked arms or holding hands. Watching a movie? She's leaned against you. Whether that's beside you, standing above you with her head on yours, or tilting her head against your lap as she sits beneath you.

March loves dressing you up in different outfits, shopping for you more than she shops for herself. Your clothes are kept in Stelle's wardrobe, considering those two have the biggest room and only wear one outfit-

Affectionate and full of spirit, March refuses to let the twins monopolize your attention. It's always a race between the 3 of them as to which 2 get to sit next to you. And yes, you always have to have 2 spots open! They will physically squabble if there's only 1. Which usually leads to Dan Heng taking the spot while the others fight over it.

Welt

"The creator of this world...and yet, even I feel a familiarity around them."

By all reasoning, you shouldn't matter more than any of the others to him. Even if you created this world with your own being, he isn't from it.

Maybe it's just the attachments he's formed with his companions that's rubbed off on him, getting him invested in the universe surrounding them. Maybe it's an intellectual interest, wondering how you have physical form with the universe still intact.

Maybe it doesn't need a reason, and he should just accept it.

Logically, he knows letting himself get sucked into this senseless affection isn't a good idea. Welt has wondered before if you've forced this emotion upon all of them, ensnaring their hearts as the Stellaron Hunter Kafka does with minds. But watching you trying to placate the more spirited trio of March, Stelle, and Caelus, it's clear you don't always want their feelings to be what they are. That there are moments you'd prefer what they have with each other, rather than being the center of their universe.

Welt takes on the role as a refresher. Someone who doesn't keep their focus on you at all times, at least to your knowledge. Somebody you can talk to without feeling like your every word is being dissected. He acts as if you're just another part of the crew.

A steady, gravitational pull. And by the time you realize he's just as obsessed as the others, you're too far entrenched to pull away.

Himeko

"Please, make yourself comfortable. Until the end of your journey, you're always welcome aboard the Express."

Surely you're the reason she found the Express to begin with. The Trailblaze found their worship of you through visiting as much of your universe as they conceivably could. Exploring every part of what you gave your being to create. Finding their vessel, and then you ending up on it...it must have been purposeful, no?

When you protested being an awakened Aeon, being next to powerless and without any divine memories, a revelation hit Himeko.

You must be a fragment. This journey of hers isn't just to follow the path of the Trailblaze, it's to recreate the Beginning. To find fragments of your former self throughout the journey, piecing together the first and most powerful Aeon.

Himeko feels almost maternal at times, creating awkward patches in your relationship (especially if you see her romantically). It's not that she sees you a child, or her responsibility, but rather that she's eager to see how you grow and progress as the journey continues.

That being said, she's always happy to join in on your activities with the others, or even just having a relaxing morning or evening with just the both of you. Her with a cup of coffee, and you with tea, hot chocolate, or another warm beverage. She's happy to share her coffee with you sometimes, but too much caffeine is bad for you, you know?

Sunday

"A new beginning..."

The arbiter of second chances has elected to allow him in their presence, even after his fall from grace. How undeserving he is...and how selfish of him to indulge so eagerly.

Your meeting was brief, and from your standpoint, unremarkable. It happened the same as in game. Sunday appeared to resolve the issue at the front desk, and briefly introduced the dreamscape to the Family's guests.

From his point of view? He couldn't have possibly prepared to meet you in a lifetime. Even channeling the power of the Harmony as he does isn't something he would have ever expected as a child. To meet the Aeon that started it all? Inconceivable.

He has to wonder if this is how others feel when interacting with the Harmony. Every ounce of your being, falling into place. Feeling entirely joined together, and whole. At peace. Needless to say, it was love at first sight. Even before he knew, he knew.

Your existence has him both terrified and elated to travel with the Express. Expect him to not outwardly demand your attention, but to steal it through acts of service, or words of affirmation. To find small gifts placed gingerly in your room when you wake or go to bed. For him to be consistently lingering, never out of earshot just in case you need something.

You may be the world, but he still wants to find a way to give it to you.

[corevibeself]

Let Me Slap You In The Face (PAC)

Not literally... HAHA!

Here is the reality check reading from the recent poll I posted. Sorry, it took so long to post. I have been busy with school. Thank you for voting; hope you enjoy a slap in the face

Let me relay the message: This isn't to hurt you! I make sure my delivery is tinged with a bit of humour, but I will say, this is for people who are open to self-empowerment and won't see this as an attack, because the reality of it is, we've all got shadows; we've all got things we do that we want to change. The key is not identifying yourself with the parts you don't prefer; you are so much more than just what you see as flaws. This is never done to shame anyone; my intent is always out of the kindness of my heart and soul. If I do end up coming across that way, apologies in advance; I'm still learning how to communicate non-aggressively; I have Pluto in Scorpio in the 3rd house, HAHAHA.

I'll be using the Rebel deck for their straightforward messages and looking at some shadow aspects of my oracle cards. Enjoy the reality check, HAHA!

Pile 1

Ooooh girl, okay—"Who Says" by Selena Gomez literally started playing in my head when I read your message. Specifically, the lyric, “Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting?” Go listen to that song—seriously. I think there are more lyrics in there that might resonate with you. It’s a meaningful track because it speaks directly to those negative beliefs we carry about ourselves, the ones that hold us back.

You know—“I’m too fat to wear this,” or “I don’t think I can be as good as them.” That’s the kind of energy I’m feeling. But here’s the thing: those thoughts don’t matter. You’re not competing with anyone else. You’re only ever competing with who you are right now. The best version of you—it’s real, it’s possible, and it’s yours. But you’ve got to stop making excuses.

That doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t valid. They 100% are. But sometimes our emotions are rooted in beliefs that just aren’t true. And we don’t want those beliefs to rule our actions. Just because something feels true, doesn’t mean it is true. Every human being is worthy of love, of going after what they want, of being who they are. No exceptions. You were born on this planet as a good person. Anything negative you feel about yourself? That came from someone else. So start letting go of what isn’t truly you.

You already know who you are—because what you are feels good to you. Do you like crochet? Then you’re creative. That’s beautiful. That’s part of you. Maybe you’re sensitive and cry when you hear music—that’s a stunning trait. To connect so deeply with sound shows your open heart and your incredible receptivity. These are just examples, but what I'm trying to say is: change your perspective and see your worth, pile 1.

I do feel like there might be some victimization energy here, not because you’re weak, but because you don’t fully believe in yourself yet. It feels like you don’t think you’re capable of what others can do. But that’s not true, and that’s not the energy we want. What we want is self-empowerment. The universe isn't against you, Pile 1, and if it feels like it, shift your perspective. No, this isn't toxic positivity; we can acknowledge our sufferings and the negativity of the world, our pains and feelings, whilst still choosing to see the light. I choose to see the glass as half full, because I'd rather savor what’s there than mourn what’s missing. Do you realize that every setback or negative experience has shown you more of yourself? Yet you choose to run away from what it's shown you, from what needs healing, to hide in the comfort of what feels safer. At some point, the pain isn't even about the situation anymore; it's just self-inflicted. A shift in perspective is all it takes to change your entire worldview. If you think it will be hard, then it will be. If you think facing yourself, changing yourself, and being authentic and vulnerable is hard, ask why. You will start to see all the limitations you put on yourself.

It also feels like you might be someone who people-pleases. Maybe you hide your true feelings to avoid conflict or because you’re scared of being abandoned. I get it. But here’s the truth: you can respectfully express your feelings. It’s totally possible to communicate honestly and kindly. And if someone still walks away after you’ve been real with them? Then they weren’t meant for your honesty and vulnerability. But others will be. I promise.

Oh—and I got a specific message for someone who’s a tarot reader: if you tend to sugarcoat your readings because you’re afraid the truth will hurt someone, or they won’t want to hear it—don’t do that. You’re dishonouring your intuition and your craft. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to want to protect people. But when you filter your truth too much, you make it harder to be authentic—and you deprive others of the real magic of you.

Pile 2

I’m going to suggest you stay open-minded, Pile 2. I know you think you know everything down to the tea about a specific subject or situation — but babe, you don’t. And that’s totally fine. Sometimes, you need to make space for other perspectives.

And this is specifically for my chronically online babes: please, go outside and touch some grass. We are not meant to be consuming this much negativity every single day, and I feel like it’s messing with how you view the world and the people in it.

I fully believe we create our reality through our thoughts, emotions, intentions, etc. Maybe you don’t believe that, and that’s okay — but you have to admit that constantly taking in content that makes us feel like shit… dealing with people who dump their trauma on us… reading toxic comments… listening to fucked up internet stories… all of that affects you. More than you realize. It affects your brain, your thoughts, and your emotions. And yes, all of that spills into how you experience life, whether you are conscious of it or not.

And no, I’m not saying you can’t be sad, or angry, or human about things that are happening in real time in the world, or that you have to be ignorant, it's great that you care, but living in constant hypervigilance or walking on eggshells isn't fun either so there needs to be a balance.

I’d also say to bring awareness to your emotions. Are you growing from them? Or are you being suffocated by them and using them as a reason to act a certain way?

Social media creates a fear-based, warped version of reality that makes it hard to feel safe being yourself. Yes, there are dangers in the world. Yes, we should be aware and protect ourselves. But assuming the worst in everyone? That just creates a constant state of anxiety , you start to believe that’s what life is. That’s all there is.

You might even be someone who unintentionally projects that negativity onto others. One example I’m getting is like… an online debate or argument. And I’m not saying your feelings aren’t valid — they are — but make sure you’re not matching someone else’s energy if they’re coming at you sideways. It’s not worth it. Not everyone’s going to believe in what you believe in. Not everyone thinks the way you do. It sucks, but people are the way they are for a reason.

If we were all the same, we wouldn’t grow — we wouldn’t even know who we are. And yeah, that includes the “bad” people we meet. But what if you started seeing those people and situations as an opportunity to learn more about yourself, instead of trying to change them or control how they think? You’d be helping your own growth, and naturally attracting the people who do vibe with you.

Life’s not about changing others — you can’t force that. But you can become the highest version of yourself. And when you do that? You’ll inspire others just by being you. Through your kindness. Through loving yourself and forgiving others, not for them, but for you.

People hate when I say forgiving, as if I'm asking you to forgive their actions, no. I'm asking you to forgive yourself for letting their actions take a toll on you.

So yeah. Be more open-minded. Not saying you’re not, Pile 2, but on certain things… you’re kind of closed off. And when we really believe we’ve got something all figured out, we stop ourselves from growing.

I’m picking up on this mindset: “I’m thinking this way because it’s right. This is wrong. These people are wrong. I know I’m doing what’s right.” And trust me, I’m all for following your inner compass — but ask yourself:

Does it feel light? Does it drain me? Do I feel empowered?

That’s your real answer.

Pile 3

Like, literally, stop obsessing. It doesn’t matter as much as you think it does, and you’re just purposely making your life harder than it actually is because of some unhealed shit that you're aware of — but you either distract yourself or lie to yourself to make yourself feel better. When in actuality, your body and mind and heart are begging to be in sync with each other.

I think you tell yourself things to make your situation feel better than it actually is — like, not delulu in a good, empowering way — you're delulu in a way that is controlling and limits your potential as a person. You like things to be your way, which is fine, but has your way been working out for you? Or are you still dealing with the same old habits or situations, and emotions that keep popping up?

It just feels like the energy of someone who thinks they got their shit together — and you do — but it’s too much. You're not letting yourself breathe. You're not hearing your heart out. You're afraid of facing all of what you've pushed down, in fear that it will be too overwhelming to feel.

Like, please, feel your feelings and emotions instead of intellectualizing them and telling yourself that everything is fine when it's not. It's okay not to be okay. It's okay to feel like you don't want to plaster a smile, or do that assignment, or show up to work with the best energy. It's okay to not be as confident in your situation. It's okay to just be in a state of shitty emotions — because they are there to be acknowledged, not pushed down or told that there's a solution.

Your emotions don't need a solution; they need to be felt.

Find a moment, close your eyes, and feel. Where is the emotion? Is it a physical sensation — a tightness in the chest, heavy shoulders? Focus on it. Breathe in it. Let yourself be present.

I just remembered this quote, so maybe this is for you: "When we constantly think about the why — why did this happen, why, why, why — we’re trying to regain a sense of control over situations that were never meant to be controlled." This is a coping mechanism, a fear of failure, a fear of not doing enough, not being enough. BUT YOU ARE. No amount of external shit will heal the internal, NO AMOUNT. You don't have to do certain things to be seen as worthy, you don't have to have a whole load of money, or perfect confidence or whatever it is you tell yourself you need to have or the way your life needs to look. Ask yourself, when I think of my life and what I want, is it from a place of fear? of lack?

"If I don't have this, I won't be whole."

But you are whole as you are, and you struggle to see or feel that.

You need to become more comfortable with not having your shit together, because most of it comes from major anxiety issues that will impact your health, babes. Like, seriously, consider sitting with chaos a bit.

You also have great intuition, so I already know that you know you're not treating yourself the best. You're aware that you're controlling — even if just subconsciously — and I bet you can just feel how tired and exhausted your body is. So listen to that.

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FINALLY I'M SO GLAD I COULD FINISH THIS POST., Hope y'all enjoyed my hand swiping across your face in the most brutal manner possible, jkjk hehehe

[81pastrys]

Quadrant Racers

Nearly 19k 2 part series

Summary— Max Fewtrells sister was Lando’s teammate at McLaren before her move to RedBull, but she’s still close to Lando and a part of quadrant, so what happens when Max wins a bet that they set on Lando?

Warnings— First Person POV (I, me, us, we) ; confident reader ; mention of broken wrist ; angst ; mention of Max’s racing career ; awkward Lando ; Oscar!Ex ; mentions of abusive ex ; panic attacks ; anxiety ; forced proximity

A/N— hey! So I hit the maximum text block for this one. It HAS to be a two parts.

Series Masterlist ; Main Masterlist ; Part 2

Growing up I was always in and around go karts, now I’m in and around Formula One cars. I made it to Formula One, but with a few downsides. My brother dropped from Formula Two. I was super devastated, but his mental health was declining quickly.

He runs a company with his best friend, Lando Norris and a few other friends. Lando is in F1 with me though, so he makes appearances every now and then. I do as well, when we have the time.

During the winter break, my brother wanted me and Lando to do shoots with him for the channel so we agreed. We fly out from Monaco to him and the rest of Quadrant. When we arrive we go to his house. I take my stay in the guest bed while Lando takes the couch.

“Do you want the room?” I ask, realizing I just took the room without negotiating with them.

“No, no.” Lando says. “I’ll live for a few days on the couch.”

“It’s not like you have choice mate.” Max laughed. “She was just being nice, she wouldn’t have given the room up.”

“Oh shut it.” I say. “If you want the room, have it.”

“I feel like there’s a bigger argument here.” He said. “I’ll stick to the couch.”

“No argument, a bet maybe.” I say. “Max will go above and beyond with bets he can’t win.”

“Yeah? Like you’re any better.” Max mocked.

“Technically-“

“There is no technically you failed.” He cut me off. “Deadline was the last race.”

“Deadline for what?” Lando asked, laughing slightly.

“Oh nothing, just the bet we set in May.”

“Max!” I say. “He isn’t interested, that’s not fair!” Lando is severely confused now.

“I gave you information that says otherwise.” Max says. “Don’t give me that bull.”

“What if I can do it by the end of this week?” I say. “Up the ante a bit.”

“To what?” He asked.

“Paddock pass to Vegas next season, if I lose.” I say. “If you win though, hmmm Lando give me ideas.”

“Oh no, I’m not getting involved.” He said.

“I get your Vegas helmet.” Max said.

“You muppet.” I laugh. “Deal, shake on it.” We shake hands and I immediately take action to win the bet. “Lando, do you like me?”

“Woah!” He said. “That was the bet?!”

“Choose wisely, a paddock pass and a Vegas helmet are on the line.” Max says.

“I need to know the bet exactly.” Lando says.

“Ehhh no.” I say. “Answer truthfully and we’ll tell you.” I say. Max knows Lando too well to know when he’s lying.

“This is gonna be awkward.” Max said.

“Yes, I like you.” Lando said, laughing afterward.

“You dimwit, she means like date her not in general.” Max said, knocking Lando on the side of his head.

“Yes!” Lando said. “I do, I’ve told you this!”

“Oh come on!!” I say. “I owe you a paddock pass.”

“Thanks mate.” Max said to Lando. “Well on with filming.”

“What?” Lando said.

We go and film the video. It was a kart race between a few of our friends and us. The twist was we had the worst karts. So it was basically Lando and I racing. We do a ‘quali’ lap and I get first.

“Pole position Fewtrell, how do you feel.” Max asked me.

“I could’ve done better to be honest.” I say.

“Aren’t you a bundle of joy.” Ethan said. “I got 4th.”

“It’s my interview, go away.” I say.

“Alright well, that was quali!” Max said dialing down the tension. Ethan and I never really got along well. We move the karts and do the line up. Somehow Lando ended up 3rd.

“I’m gonna win this dude.” I say before we get in the karts.

“Don’t be too cocky just yet.” Lando said.

“How can I be cocky without one?” I ask.

They laugh and we get back in the karts. We race and Lando catches up with me. I drift the last corner and win the race with +.154 seconds on Lando.

“Told you!” I yell. We get out the karts and Max interviews us.

“P1!” He said. “That’s new for you isn’t it?”

I punch his arm and we start fighting on the grass, wrestling until he wins and I tap out. “It wasn’t easy.” I say when I’m back up.

“How did she just go from wrestling you, to talking like nothing happened?” Niran asked.

“Shut up- ummm.” I say and laugh. Lando walks up and challenges me. “Oh I’m not doing that.” I laugh more, blushing.

“Scared I’ll mess up your racing skills?” Lando asked. “Don’t worry I have to worry about mine.”

He continued to push me and I finally give in holding his hands pushing him back. “Here we go again.” Max said.

I end up wrestling Lando in the grass, able to pin him down. I straddle him and he taps out looking to the camera. “You’re cutting that out.” He said out of breath.

“Keep it in, shows he’s only good at driving.” I say winking and getting off his lap. “Fuck I’m tired.”

“Anyway, can I interview you now?” Max asked. “Are you done wrestling people?”

“Idk are you gonna lose the attitude Maxie?”

“Maxie!” Lando said and laughed.

“I’m skipping your interview now.” He said.

He did everyone elses interview and leaves me out. I lay on the grass and chill out. “Come on, let’s go.” Lando says.

“I’m comfortable.” I say.

“Comfortable?” He asked. “It’s fucking freezing.”

“Don’t remind me you muppet.” I say getting up. We head back to Max’s house and I change. I put on pajama pants and a big McLaren hoodie. “What’s for dinner?”

“Food perhaps.” Max mocked.

“I made a reservation at- what are you wearing?” Lando said, looking over mid sentence.

“Clothes you muppet.” I say.

“You’re a Red Bull driver, take that off.” Max said.

“God forbid I wear my previous teams merch.” I say. “Reservations where?”

“He made a reservation to take you out, idiot.” Max said walking past.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want.” He said with mock sarcasm.

“I can go change Lando, I just wanted to wear something comfortable.”

“De Terra.” He said. “It’s in 2 hours, so if you want to go get ready…”

“I will.” I say. I go back to the guest room and pick an outfit. I grab my makeup and start when Max walks in. He sits on the bed while I do my makeup. “What’s up?”

“Please don’t rush this one.” He said. “I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

“I won’t, what happened with Oscar was just-.” I say. “He wanted my spot and thought getting closer to me would help that.”

“Yeah well, he broke your heart in the process.”

“I don’t think Lando wants my f1 spot.” I say. I start doing my hair, curling it. I’m slightly rushing, it’s been around 45 minutes. “Besides if I didn’t like Lando like that, I would’ve- FUCK!”

“What?” Max asked, jumping from the bed. I put the curling iron down and jump up and down. “What did you do?”

“I burned my finger, holy fuck it hurts!”

“Oh, stop yelling at me!” He said. “I’ll get you ice.”

“Owwww!!” I say shaking my hand around. Max returns with ice and puts it on my finger. “That hurts!” I yell at him.

“Well no shit, you burned your skin off!”

“Shut up.” I say. I finish curling my hair and put a bandaid on my finger. I get dressed once max leaves the room.

I put on fleece lined leggings, an oversized tan sweater dress and bootie heels. I go back to the main room and Lando is wearing khakis with a leather belt, and a black crewneck. His gold watch and a dainty golden chain. We unintentionally match.

“You look stunning.” He said. I blush and giggle.

“You look good too, we’re matching.” I say still giggling. “How are we getting there?”

“Max offered to bring us, London traffic and all.” He giggled.

“Understandable, where is Max?” I ask unamused by my brothers absence. “Wanking off I presume.”

“I’m right here, shut your trap.” He said walking from the kitchen. “Let’s go.”

We follow Max to his garage and he unlocked his car. Lando opens the rear door and I get in thanking him. He gets in on the other side.

Max drives us to the restaurant and same thing, Lando opens my door for me. He stands in front of me so I don’t flash anyone. There are a few fans. Paparazzi are crazy as well. We get into the restaurant and sit down. It’s a small, niche restaurant.

“What are we starting off with to drink?” Our waiter asked. I glance at Lando.

“Can I get a glass of water?” I say.

“I’ll just do a water as well.” Lando said.

The waiter walks off and we look at the menu. We get our drinks and then order our food.

“What was the full bet, if I may ask?” Lando started.

“Well, Max told me you liked me.” I say. “So I bet that if you did, I’d give him a prize and he bet that if you didn’t he’d pick a prize.”

“Well, why did you choose the losing side?” He laughed. “You had proof, you could’ve won easily.”

“Who knows?” I laugh. “Truth be told, I really want Max in Vegas.”

“Really?” He asked.

“I mean he goes to races, but not the fun ones.” I say. “Plus he’s never had fun after races.”

“That’s true, does he know how to though?”

“I’m sure he does, Vegas will prove that.” I giggle. “It’s also a heads up not to do bad, so we can celebrate.”

“Well, I never plan on doing bad.” He said. “If McLaren keeps this strategy up, I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah?” I say. “How’s Andrea?”

“Oh shut it.” He giggled. “His strategies have improved to say the least.”

“That’s good!” I say. “He didn’t like me much though.”

“I think he’s just sexist.” Lando laughed. “He doesn’t treat Oscar that way.”

“Yeah well.” I say. “Oscar is good at manipulation.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I went through a year of it yeah.” I say. “He wanted my spot.”

“Really?” He said. “Max never told me that.”

“Yeah, he’s the only person I told.” I say. “Not to say Oscar is a bad person, but he used me for an F1 spot.”

“Oh wow, I never thought that of him.”

“That was over a year ago now.” I say. “Max is worried about me dating, so he kept deferring me.”

“I’ve noticed that.” He said. “Max seems very protective of you.”

“Older brother at his finest.” I say. “I admire it though, he wants what’s best for me.”

“Yeah, he knows how it feels to be in dark places.” Lando said. “No harm in trying to protect you from that.”

“He gives good advice on it too.” I mention. “He can comfort me, but not having him at races is hard.”

“I bet, I’m sure he’d answer if you called.” Lando said.

“Yeah, although I don’t think he wants a call from his sister at 3 am having a panic attack.” I laugh slightly. Lando used to calm me down before races.

“I’m sure it’s gotten better, no?” He asked.

“A bit, but I still have them every other race.” I say. “Verstappen is good at calming me down.”

“Max? Really?”

“Yeah, he acts like a brother to me.” I say.

“I mean you’re only 23.” He said. “I’m sure it’ll go away.”

“I’m hoping on that, but only time will tell.”

We get our food and eat. The food was amazing. I text Max that we’re almost done and he says he’s on his way. We get dessert and share.

Lando pays and we head out to Max’s car. We get in and laugh. “What’s funny?” Max asked.

“The paparazzi and fans.” I giggle.

“Mate they’re going wild.” Lando said. “Asking us about other people, as if we weren’t on a date.” I put my face in my hands and laugh more.

“At least we know the headlines won’t be speculation of us dating.” I laugh.

“Right?” Lando laughed.

We get back to the house and I go to the guest room, taking off my makeup. Max comes in and sits on the bed. “How’d it go?”

I blush and smile at him. “Stop!!!” I say throwing my brush at him. “It was good.”

“I don’t want you rushing, you know that.” He said.

“I know I know, but I really like him.” I say blushing harder.

“Understood, I’m telling him the same things.” He said. “If he breaks your heart, I’ll break his trophy’s.”

“He won’t break my heart, Max.” I say. “He might steal it though.”

He rolls his eyes and leaves, closing the door. I go to lock it and the doorknob turns. It’s Lando.

“Oh hey.” I say.

“You still haven’t changed?” He asked. He’s wearing pajama pants and a long sleeve shirt.

“I was about to!” I laugh. “But my doorknob turned and here you are.”

“I’m sorry!” He said, surprised. “I didn’t know that, Max walked out I figured you were-“

“It’s okay!” I say. “I’m joking with you.”

“Okay.” He said. “Maxie wants to do a movie night.” He mocked my nickname for Max.

“Okay, let me get changed first, and I’ll head out there.” I say. He leaves the room and I actually lock the door. I put on fleece pajama pants, a quadrant hoodie that’s a few sizes too big and fleece socks. I walk out and see them lounging on the couch. “What are we watching?”

“Uhhh I don’t know what do you want to watch?” Max asked. “Not cars.”

“Well then guess I’ll go back to my room.” I say acting like I’m leaving. “I’m kidding, what else is there to watch?”

“Why can’t we watch cars?” Lando asked.

“Mate, she’s obsessed.” Max said.

“What?” Lando asked laughing.

“Come on Fernando literally voiced in cars 3!” I say like an excited child.

“What?!” Lando said, like I just blew his mind. “Since when?!”

“In the Spanish version, Hamilton voices in 2 and 3.” I say. “Seb is in the German and Italian version, Schumacher is in the second one too, you’re telling me you didn’t know this?!”

“She’s fucking with me right?” He asked Max.

“No you muppet, how did you not know that?”

“Dude, now we have to watch cars.” Lando said.

“Yay!!” I say and jump in the middle of them. “1, 2, or 3?”

“2 is my favorite.” Max said.

“You’re boring.” I say. “The third one is the best.”

“I’ve never watched any.” Lando says. Max and I both look at him like he flashed us.

“We’re watching all three.” I say to Max.

“Fuck yeah we are.” Max said.

I get up and to grab a blanket, but Lando had other plans and pulled me back to the couch. He covered me in his and I cuddled to his chest, blushing while Max starts the movie.

We get to the second movie and talk about the first one. “Classic, but I like the third one.”

“It’s literally the same thing.” Max says.

“You muppet, you just spoiled it.” Lando said.

“Not really, it’s different I promise.” I say. “The second is way different than them though.”

“Second one is- oh shut up.” Max said.

We start the second movie and I feel myself drifting to sleep. We get to Hamilton’s part and I’m no longer drifting off. “Look! It’s Hamilton!” I say pointing.

“Wait, why does Francisco look like an f1 car and the others don’t?” Lando asked.

“I don’t know, but did you hear Hamilton’s part?”

“Yes I heard it.” He said smiling at me. I go back to drifting to sleep. His chest is so warm and his arm wrapped around me was comforting. I fall asleep.

They wake me up on the third movies credits. “Hmm?” I hum waking up.

“The movies are over.” Lando whispered. “You fell asleep.” He giggled a bit.

“Because you’re comfortable to lay on.” I mumble. “I don’t wanna move.”

“My bed is the couch, I don’t mind.” He said.

I hear him and Max talking for a bit then the light go out. He moves to lay down, moving me to lay on top of him. His arms rest on my back, like he’s hugging me. I sink into a deep sleep.

I wake up next to him, halfway on his chest. He isn’t awake yet, so I assume it’s early. I look around for a clock and the tv has one. It’s 7:30am. I go back to sleep. He wakes me up 2 hours later.

“Morning.” He said yawning.

“Morning.” I say, getting more comfortable, if possible.

“Don’t get more comfortable, Max will be up any minute.” He said shaking me a little.

“It should be illegal for you to be this comfy.” I say. “You’re like a cloud.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He giggled. “I think we’re doing another shoot for quadrant today.” He said.

“Again? What for?” I whine.

“Well, I have to film while I’m here.” He laughed. “It’s a sim racing video.”

“Well this’ll be fun.” I laugh slightly. “I’m tired, and comfortable though.”

“Yes, but Ethan and Niran will be here any minute.” He said.

“Are you embarrassed to have a hot f1 driver on your chest?”

“No, I’m scared they’ll make fun of me, or get drunk and say it on stream.” He laughed.

“Fine, but you owe me big time.” I say sitting up finally.

We both get up, I go to my room getting ready. I do light makeup and fix my god awful hair. Then I put on fleece lined leggings and an oversized sweater and still have my fleece socks still on.

I go back to the living room where Lando is also dressed now. His hair is no longer a mop. He’s wearing thick cargo pants with a hoodie and thick flannel over top. Max is up, but still in pajamas.

“Tea?” He asked.

“Please.” I say, walking to the kitchen.

I pick out a tea and he makes it for me. I put some milk in with honey and drink it. “Did he just make you tea?” Lando asked.

“Yeah, why?” I ask.

“She’s my little sister, of course I made her tea.” Max said.

“You didn’t make my tea.”

“You aren’t my sister idiot.”

“I get princess treatment.” I smile.

“Not if you’re gonna be cocky about it.” Max said.

“That’s next level.” Lando said. “You’re spoiling her and not me.” He shakes his head.

“You’re telling me, you wouldn’t make your little sister tea after she flew from Monaco out to your house?”

“No I would, but if my mate also went I’d make him some as well.”

“You’re fully capable of making your own.” Max said. “Come on mate.”

“Whatever.” Lando says jokingly.

Ethan and Niran arrive, I roll my eyes at them. “What’s her deal?” Ethan asked.

“What do you mean?” Max asked.

“She rolled her eyes at us.” Niran said holding an arm out in my direction.

“Dude we just woke up.” Max said. “Get off it.”

Max is the king of ignoring my blatant attitude towards them. To be fair, I just never liked them. If I could pick any guys other than them I would.

They talk for a bit and then Max sets up the simulator. I get in first. Adjusting the settings to how it would feel in a real car, or at least the closest. Max picked the track, which was Monaco.

“Oh come on.” I say. “Monaco really?”

“You need to learn not to hit every wall possible.” He said.

“I do not hit every-“ I stop myself. Lando laughs. “Shut up.”

I do a slow warm up lap and hit no walls. The next lap was timed so I sped up. I hit like one wall, not even hitting it, just tapping it.

“Mate, no walls!” Max said.

“You drive an F1 car on this godforsaken track Max!” I say heated. “It isn’t as easy as in the F2 cars.”

“I don’t hit walls often.” Lando said, he’s not even paying attention. He’s playing on his phone. “You just need to go a bit slower.”

“And what? Let Verstappen pass me?” I scoff. “I’ll take the wall risk.”

“You’re doing better!” Max said. “No kissed walls.”

“Oh that’s because it isn’t a McLaren.” I laugh.

“Tell that to your RB20.” He said. I always crash out or hit walls at Monaco. Last year it was bad. I acted like it was fine but it really did hit me when he said that.

“Just be quiet.” I mumble. I tried to keep racing but then when I passed the corner I crashed at, I paused the game and left the room. He called after me but I ignored him. I go to my room and lock the door. I lay in the bed and go on my phone. Not upset but just mad.

A few hours go by and there’s a knock on my door. I ignore it. “Sis, come on I was joking.” Max said. I ignore him again. It is now I realize he has a key to this room. I get up and unlock the door opening it. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah whatever, what do you want?” I ask.

“They want to go out for lunch.” He said. “Did you want to come?”

“No.” I say. “I’m not hungry.”

“Come on seriously.” He basically whined. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’ll go to lunch I guess.” I sigh. Once he starts whining it takes a while to get him to leave me alone. I put on shoes and grab my purse. They take two cars, Max driving one and Lando driving another. Ethan and Niran went with Max while I went with Lando. They didn’t seem bothered by it, considering we were teammates.

“Did his Monaco comment really upset you?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I say.

“Come on, don’t be dry with me.” He said.

“I’m sure he saw the race, and I told him how fucked up I was after.” I say. “I just- I’d rather forget about it.”

“He didn’t have any ill intent.” Lando said. “He was messing around for the bit.”

“I still don’t care.” I say. “My hand is still fucked up.”

“That’s why Liam drove 3 races for you.” He said. “Your trainer cleared you, the doctors cleared you.”

“That doesn’t mean I have my full potential back Lando.” I start raising my voice. “Max of all people knows that, that could’ve been 3 podiums for the team.”

“Okay, okay, no need to start yelling at me.” He said placing a hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down to comfort me. “I understand it was a hard time, but Max was just trying to make you laugh.” He said soothingly.

“Whatever.” I sigh. “I’m still pissed about it.”

We get to the restaurant and get out. We’re seated fairly quickly. I sit in between Max and Lando. I fuck around with the straw paper and then play on my phone. “Why did we bring her if she’s just going to nod off?” Ethan asked. I look up innocent, knowing he’s talking about me.

“I mean, I can leave.” I say, almost clueless.

“No, you aren’t leaving.” Lando said. “Ethan why are you so rude?”

“Well I mean, I’ve got a point don’t I?”

“Dude just drop it.” Niran said. “She’s here and she’s Max’s sister.”

“Why can’t I leave again?” I ask Lando. He looks at me, then at Ethan, and then grabs my neck pulling me in for a kiss.

“That’s why.” He said, giggling a bit to him self. “She’s not only tied to Max now.”

I giggle and sit back in my chair blushing. Ethan shut up and Niran was still in shock. Max was looking at us as if it was planned to piss him off. “What?” I ask smiling uncontrollably.

“We’re in public.” He said. “Someone could’ve videoed that.”

“Let them.” Lando smiled. “We’ll talk more later.”

After lunch we get in the cars and all agreed to go shopping for a little. I ride with Lando, which is now suspicious to them. “You really kissed me in front of all three of them.” I say in disbelief.

“And I would happily do it again.” He laughed. “I’ve liked you since last season.” He said. “I’m gonna blindly assume you liked me.”

“Oh I’ve liked you since I broke up with Oscar.” I scoff. “Max knew that, he ratted you out so I’d make a move.”

“What a muppet.” He laughed. “Technically you still did.”

“Nooo, I asked if you like liked me and then you brought me on a date.”

“True.” He said as he pulled into the shopping center lot. We find where Max parked and park nearby. “Let’s not make a scene here, or your brother will kill me tonight.”

“No promises pretty boy.” I joke. We get out the car and head towards the entrance. “Oh you know what I need?” I perk up. “I need new heels.”

“Heels for what?” Max asked. “The paddock?”

“Yeah, heels make me look taller and badass.” I say. “Hence the fact I need heels.”

“The paddock is full of cracks, you’re gonna break an ankle.” Lando says.

“Fine, then nicer shoes than what I have, preferably wedges.” I say.

“That’s more like it.” Max said. We go to a fancy shoe store and I tell the lady exactly what kind of shoes I’m looking for. I start trying on shoes when I realize Max, Ethan, and Niran aren’t in the store anymore.

“What’s wrong love?” Lando asked, seeing me look around.

“Where are the other boys?” I ask. “Were they that bored?”

“Well Ethan and Niran have a Complex against you and Max didn’t want to hear it so they went to another store.” He smiled.

“I’m glad you stayed behind.” I say smiling. “Although I think you should spend time with them, they are your friends too and Max always sees them.”

“Yeah well, It was Max’s idea they leave and I told them I was staying.” He said.

“Ok what do we think about these?” I ask standing up in tan with light pink strapped wedges. “I personally love them.”

“You look too tall.” He said. “They are cute though.”

“I’m just too tall for you.” I say. “These are only what, 2 inches?”

“That makes a difference love.” He laughed.

“That makes me 5’6!” I laugh. “Is that too tall for you?”

“No, but I’d prefer you to be shorter.” He joked. “Can you please try on the Nikes?” He asked pointing to the stack of shoe boxes I picked.

“Yes, I will.” I say. “After you approve the wedges.”

“They’re nice, versatile, and make you tall.” He said. “Buy them.”

“Yay! Now I can try on the Nikes.” I say, I swap the shoes and put on the bubblegum accented shoes. “Ouu I like these.” I say.

“Damn they look good.” He said. “I think if anyone can pull off that pink, it’s you.”

“Why thank you, and I think I don’t need an opinion to buy these.” I say.

I go through more and more shoes but only end up with 3. The wedges, bubblegum Nikes and cream embroidered high top converse. I pay and we leave the store. Lando holds my bag. “Where to?” He asked.

“Hmm I don’t know, I got what I wanted.” I say. “Anything you want?”

“Not really.” He said.

“I could do some new sunglasses.” I say.

“Get a pair of the McLaren ones.” He said. “Remind me before we leave, we can go to Surrey and get you some from HQ.”

“Are they pink?” I ask. “If you couldn’t tell I like pink.”

“No, but it’ll be a pair of McLaren sunglasses.” He laughed. “We can order you a pair with pink and the McLaren logo.”

“Okay, sounds good.” I say. “Look there’s Max.” I say pointing to the food court.

“Hey sis.” He said. “What shoes did you get?”

“A pair of wedges, Nikes, and Converse.” I say.

“Nikes?” Max said confused. “You don’t wear Nikes?”

“I know but they’re pink!” I say.

“My god, you and pink.”

We leave the mall and go back to the house. I put my shoes away and change. I wash my face and throw my hair into a messy bun. I go to the kitchen and grab a drink from the fridge. Max had seltzers so I grabbed that.

“What are you drinking?” Max asked.

“Ummm Smirnoff ice seltzer?” I say.

“Uh absolutely not, no alcohol.” He said.

“What? Why not!” I whine. “It’s winter break!”

“I don’t care, alcohol isn’t good for you.”

“Then why do you have it?” I ask.

“I don’t drive fast cars.” He said.

Lando joins us and sees what drink I picked in Max’s hand. “Drinking mate?”

“No, I was trying to.” I say. “Max thinks it’ll affect my performance.”

“It can, you only have one liver.”

“One drink won’t kill me.”

“I said no drinking.” Max said putting it back. “Can we talk about earlier?”

“What about it?” I ask with attitude.

“When I kissed her?” Lando asked. “It was to get them to shut up.”

“There are many other ways to do that mate.” Max said. “Why did you choose kissing my sister.”

“She’s tempting, and I knew it would shut them up.” He responded, biting his lip after. “I didn’t want to go for the mediocre half-ass successful options.”

“Me personally, I enjoyed it.” I add. “Lifted my mood.”

“Yeah, yeah, could’ve just told them to shut it.” Max tried to argue more. “It hasn’t even been a week and you’re all over each other!”

“We were teammates over two years.” Lando said.

“Yeah, I’m comfortable and feel safe around him, I know he wouldn’t intentionally do something I wouldn’t like.” I defend.

“As a friend.” Max says. “You’ve been around him as a friend, he’s not your boyfriend.”

“Not yet.” Lando mumbled. I couldn’t help but laugh in my brother’s face after Lando said that.

“I’ve told you time and time again, don’t put yourself in these situations!” He yelled at me. Usually I’d take it, but I have a stand on this argument.

“Max, he’s nothing like Oscar!” I yell back. “Oscar was talking to other girls while we were together!”

“How do you know Lando isn’t?” He asked.

“I see him on his phone like 10% of the day. Oscar was constantly texting whores back.” I say. “If Lando is talking to other girls, they aren’t getting the attention I am, they aren’t sleeping on his chest or shoe shopping with him.”

“Ok I get the point.” He says defeated.

“I don’t think you do.” I say disgusted. “It’s been over a year Max! Oscar got my spot he won, I lost.” Tears start in my eyes as I yell. “Lando has treated me better these past few days than Oscar ever did in the year and half we dated!”

“Stop yelling at me please.” He responded. “I see where you’re coming from now.”

“Do you?” I ask, tears staining my face. “Did you see how I was when I was with Oscar? I was afraid of anything I would say, afraid that when I got a bad place he’d scold me only to find out he was happy when it meant he had a chance at my spot!” I go on. “He made me a horrible person, but who was there for me when you weren’t Max? WHO?”

“I don’t know.” He mumbled.

“Lando, he knew Oscar was my ex and wasn’t afraid to comfort me. He knew what Oscar put me through and how scared I was for any race, any position.” Lando decided that was enough yelling and interrupted.

“Alright, I think it’s time to get ready for bed hm?” He asked in a calm voice. He went to grab my arm and I slap it away.

“Don’t touch me, I need a minute to myself.” I say. They watch me walk away.

Norris POV

I go to grab her arm and lead her to her room and she slapped my hand away and told me not to touch her. “Has she ever done that?” I ask.

“Not in a while.” Max sighed. “That’s why I told you not to rush it mate.”

“What? Because she got mad once?”

“No, because she still needs time to heal from that.” He said. “Oscar mentally drained her of her own personality, then threw her away when he got into McLaren.”

“I didn’t know it was that much.” I say. “She told me he wanted her spot, but I didn’t know he was manipulative and abusive.”

“She’d call me crying, inconsolable at times.” Max said. “Every time, without fail, it was because he got into her head.”

“What the fuck?” I say. “I knew she had panic attacks before races, I didn’t know she’d be upset after as well.”

“Still?” He asked. “She had those in F2, when she started dating him.”

“Oh wow.” I say. “I didn’t mean to upset you earlier, it was an impulsive decision.”

“I’m not too upset about it now, I just ask that you don’t rush it.” He said. “She’s still hurting, and I don’t want it to affect her career.”

“I understand that.” I say. “I’ll wait.”

“Thanks mate, I’m gonna go check on her.” Max said. He walked to the door and knocked. He looked back at me then we hear a crash and I get up rushing to the door as he opens it.

“What happened?” I ask. There’s glass shattered on the floor and Max sits next to her on the bed.

“She threw the lamp.” He said.

“He texted me.” She said through tears.

I grab a broom and sweep up the glass, cleaning it up for Max. “Hope you didn’t like that one.” I say.

“I don’t care about the lamp.” He said. “What did he text you?”

“A picture.” She said, grabbing her phone and showing Max. He looks at me in disbelief. My phone goes off and surprise it’s Oscar. “What?”

“I need to go do something, I’ll be right outside.”

I leave and call him immediately. I walk outside standing in the doorway. “Did you see my text mate?” He asked.

“Yeah, what’s that about?” I ask, acting like I don’t know anything I just heard.

“That’s Lily, she super excited.” He laughed. “I just asked her to be my girlfriend.”

“Ohh congrats mate.” I say.

“We’ve been talking for years and I finally called it quits.” He laughed. “Well worth it.”

“Really?” I ask. “Well I’m in the UK with Max for quadrant.”

“That sounds like fun.” He said. “Well I’ve got to go, girl to please you know?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you whenever.” I say. I go back inside, setting my phone on the counter. Max brought her to the couch to comfort her more. “How are you feeling?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” She says. “Anytime he went home, he was with her.”

“Seems like a bundle of joy.” I say sarcastic. “He just called me, he just asked her out.”

Max punched my arm, hard. “I figured, it was only a matter of time.” She sniffled. “Oh well.”

“Movie tonight?” Max asked.

“I’m down.” I say.

“I guess, what are we gonna watch?” She said.

“Fast and Furious?” Max suggested.

“Which one?” I ask. “There’s 7.”

“2 or 3 are good.” She said.

“Let’s watch 2.” Max said.

We get comfortable on the couch. I sit on the same side from the night before and she cuddles up to me. I cover her with the blanket and let her get comfortable. I don’t care what Max says. She needs this comfort more than anything, if I can provide it for her, I will.

By the end of the movie she’s asleep on my chest. “Next time give me the room.” I laugh.

“Noted mate.” Max laughed. “You can sleep in there tonight if you want.”

“Nah, I think she needs someone here for her right now.” I say. “The couch is the safest place for that.”

“Alright, I’m going to shower and get ready for bed then.” He said.

“Sounds good.”

He gets up and turns off the lights, leaving the lamp by me on. I play on my phone. I go through socials and messages. After a little while I hear the shower go off and his light go out. I try to move to where I won’t wake her, but can get out to shower myself.

“Where are you going?” She mumbled, raspy.

“I need to go shower love.” I whisper, crouching by her head. I move a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Do you want me to bring you to bed?”

“Will you be there when you’re done?”

“No, love I’m sleeping out here.”

“Then no, I want you next to me.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a few then.” I say. She nods and I go to my bag, grabbing sleep clothes. I go to the bathroom, taking off my watch, bracelets and necklace. I get undressed after starting the shower and get in.

After I shower I dry off and put on my pajama pants and a compression shirt. I go back to the living room and she’s cuddled into the blanket. I put my other clothes in my bag and head to the kitchen.

I make a glass of water and sip on it for a little while playing on my phone. I go to lay on the couch again. She moves over a little, only to cuddle into my chest when I’m comfortable. My arm is wrapped around her back and the blanket is covering both of us.

In the morning I look over to see the time, 8am. I rub her back lightly to wake her. She groans at me and shifts a little, her leg brushing against my crotch. “Woah, good morning to you too.” I giggle in a raspy deep tone. I slowly moved her leg back where it was.

“It’s too early.” She groaned. “Why are you up?”

“I need to train today.” I say. “It’s 8 am.”

“Too early.” She repeated. “Training isn’t for another hour.”

“Yes, but you’ll want to shower and get ready love.” I say, now playing with her hair.

“You’re comfy, I don’t wanna.”

“Too bad love, I’m getting up.”

I get up and she whines as I do. I stand next to the couch crossing my arms. She lays with one arm hanging off the couch. She brings it up and turns over to face the other side. I roll my eyes and get clothes from my bag. I go to the bathroom and it’s now I realize I got a hard on.

“Cheeky little-“ I whisper to myself. I finish getting ready ignoring it. By the time I’m done it’s gone. I go back out and she’s out. I make some tea for us and while the kettle is heating up I go to the couch. “It’s 8:30, wakey wakey.”

“No, go away.” She mumbled.

“I’ll call Max.” I say.

“Which one?” She asked.

“Depends.” I say. “Are you going to get up?”

“Fine, I’ll get up.” She said turning over and sitting up.

She drags herself to the guest room and I finish making tea. It’s 8:45 and I hear the shower start. The MTC isn’t far from Max’s house so I plan on going there for an in person train, but if she’s ready in time I won’t. Jon said to be there by 9:30, so I’d have to leave by 9:10 to get there a bit early.

“Morning mate.” Max said. “Where is she?”

“Getting ready, we have training today.” I say. “I was planning on going to MTC.”

“Where is her training?” He asked.

“Probably RBR.” I say. “About 15 minutes out.”

“Where’s the MTC?” He asked. “I’m gonna run out of cars.”

“15 minutes the opposite way.” I laugh.

She walks back in with workout shorts, a compression shirt and a ponytail. Tennis shoes and no makeup. “Sis can I bring you to RBR?” Max asked.

“For what?” She asked.

“Training.” I say. “Is that not where you go?”

“I was going to do a gym train.” She said. “Did your pt want to do an in person?”

“Ehh he just said if I wanted to, I could be there for 9:30.” I say. “I’ll go to the gym with you though.”

“Thank god, I’ll have a car.” Max joked. We laugh and she makes a hydration drink and we take Max’s keys.

We go to F1 HQ for gym training. We do a few sessions on our own, then do some that need spotters. She sets up the hip thrust machine first and I watch. She gets ready to do a set and I get ready to grab the 55 kilos she has.

“Doubting me already?” She asked.

“No, but there’s a spotter for a reason, don’t push too hard.” I say.

She rolls her eyes playfully, making me smile. She does a set of 10 and rests. Then does two more sets, struggling on the last one.

“You got this, 2 more.” I encourage her. “2 more, 2 more.”

“I know shut up.” She said, straining. She did the last two almost collapsing. I catch the bar before it clunked the ground. “Fuck, thank you.”

“Good job.” I say. “That was a lot of weight.”

I do the same set with the same weight, I could do more but 55 is what her limit is so I’m not pushing her to grab more than she can handle.

We do more spotting sessions and then finish our workout with neck exercises. Once we’re done with that, we get our stuff to leave. It’s around 11:30 so we’re hungry. “Did you want to get lunch?”

“Umm Max said he’s cooking lunch.” She said. “He just texted.”

“Ok, back to Max’s then.” I laugh. “Did he say what?”

“Teriyaki steak bowls.”

“He’s such a people pleaser.” I say. “I love his teriyaki bowls.”

“Me too, he’s so good at cooking.” She said. “He gets it from me.”

“Really?” I ask. “Two years we were teammates and I didn’t know that.”

“I never disclose my biggest secrets.” She giggles. “If I told you, you’d want me to cook for you.”

“Fair, I don’t beg Max though.”

“I do.” She beams.

We make it back to the house and go inside. It smells amazing. She goes to the guest room and I stay in the kitchen. “Smells heavenly.” I say.

“I’m almost finished.” He said. “Just need to make the bowl part.”

“What’s that consist of?” I ask.

“Veggies and a few other proteins.” He said.

He finished the bowls and she walked out in a different outfit. “Do you have an outfit for everything?” I laugh.

“I only brought so many.” She said. “That’s my only workout fit.”

“Fair, are you ready to eat?” Max said.

“Yes, it better taste as good as it smells.” She said.

“When does it not?” Max scoffs. “That one soup doesn’t count.”

“Okay.” She said.

“When’s the next shoot for Quadrant?” I ask.

“Tomorrow?” Max said as a question. “Truth or dare with a twist.”

“I will not be participating.” His sister said quickly. “Too many times have I said things I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Dude, she was banned from my streams.”

“Why?” I laugh.

“She just talk and talks.”

“Can confirm, I talk.” She said.

“Now I just have to worry about when she’s intoxicated.” Max said.

“What do you say?!” I laugh harder.

“Oh mate, I haven’t seen it in a while.” Max said. “I don’t want to either.”

“I’m fun when I’m drunk!” She protests.

“If having fun is your little sister confessing her love then yeah, it’s fun.”

“I’m an honest person!” She said. “Who knows what I’ve told the boys on the grid.”

“Oh god.” Max said. “You’ve gotten drunk with the grid?”

“Oh mate plenty of times.” I say. “They’re party animals.”

“They’re so much fun though!” She said. “Remember summer break?”

“Max got so drunk we had to bring him back to the hotel.” I laugh. “He lost his shoes that night.”

“Mate what?” Max said. “I don’t even want to know.”

First Person POV (2 months later)

Were called in for season pictures and a ‘grill the grid’ episode. I won last year and plan on winning this year.

“Welcome back!” She said.

“We’re back!” I say, laughing after. “What’s the damage?”

“We’re starting easy this year.” She started.

“Oh god.” I laugh again.

“Name the entire grid for this year, within 2 minutes.”

“The entire grid?” I ask. “All 20 of them?!”

“Yes all 20.” She laughed this time.

“Ok, tell me when to start.” I say.

“Timer starts.. now.”

“Me, Lando, Hamilton, Verstappen, Russell, Albon, Gasly, Leclerc, Sainz, Doohan, Stroll, Alonso, Bortelleto, Antonelli, Ricciardo, Yuki, Ocon, Ollie… Lawson!” I say all but Oscar and breathe a bit.

“One more.” She said. “1 minute left.”

“Ummm.” I laugh hysterically. “I’ll lose that point.”

She stops the timer and tells me I have the most points anyway. The cameras cut and I take off the race suit. “You could’ve had the most points possible!”

“I don’t mind the one point.” I say.

I leave the HQ and go to my driver trailer. I unpack a bit and chill out. Lando and I have been talking a lot since we left Max’s house. With the next race in a few weeks, I don’t know if I can handle just being his friend. I want to be his girlfriend. He calls me when he leaves the HQ.

“Hello love.” He said.

“Hiiii.” I say. “How was it?” I ask.

“I lost points for not saying myself.” He laughed.

“That’s funny, I lost points for not naming your teammate.” I laugh.

“I might win then.” He joked. “I had 30 seconds left.”

“Ha! I had a minute.”

“Ah shit, I take that back then.” He laughed.

The race weekend comes up and nerves are high. Anxiety higher. Practice and Quali went good. I got P4 behind Lando, Max, and Charles. My trainer and I do some light training.

“How’s that on your wrist?” He asked. Max walked up right before we were done.

“Alright.” I say, very unamused. “Could feel better but.” I shrug.

“Could feel better?” Max said, before my trainer.

“She’s good to race, just a bit extra training for the harder turns.” My trainer explained to Max.

“Good we need good points today Fewtrell.” He joked. “Let’s get out there huh kiddo?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” I say. My attitude is very monotone. I’ve just not been having a good day. We go to the garage and Max pulls me aside.

“What’s going on?” He asked concerned.

“Nothing, just not feeling it today.” I say. “I’m good to race.”

“Ok, we can talk more after?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I nod.

We get all our gear on and get ready in the cars for formation. The car felt off a bit.

“Why is my car tutting?” I ask my engineer.

“Uhmm.” He responded.

“What do you mean umm??”

The lights go out and we start the race. A few laps in and the car still doesn’t feel right. “We have found the issue, either a tire isn’t on properly, or your wheel isn’t locked.” He said on a straight. I fuck around with my wheel and it clicks.

“Fucking idiotic.” I say.

“Please let us know if that fixes the issue.”

I drive another lap and it still doesn’t feel right. I toggle my radio switch. “No, no it didn’t fix the fucking issue!” I yell to him.

“Okay, calm down, we’ll need you to box next lap.” He sighed. “Box this lap please.”

“Confirm.” I say mad. I box and they swap the tires, I lost 3rd place and get back on track in 4th. “This is much better, can we check tires next time?”

“I’m not doing this on the radio.” He responded.

“Then don’t fuck up my car next time.” I say, then stop talking for the other laps, unless needed.

I finish P2 and pull into the spot. Max got P1 as usual and Oscar in P3, as if my day couldn’t get worse. I take off my helmet and place it on the stand, I grab my drink. Max comes up and hugs me. “Good race today!” He said.

“Congrats.” I say. We do the interviews and after go to the cool down room. I fix my hair and lay on the floor, pissed off if anything.

“Why are you on the floor?” Oscar asked. He was here before me, sitting in one of the chairs. I don’t answer him, I don’t have energy. Max walks in and laughs seeing me. I smile and look away from him.

“Is the floor that comfortable?” Max laughed.

“Yes.” I answer. “Feels better to me.”

“Is this normal?” Oscar laughed as well now.

“Oh I always find her on the floors.” Max said. “I’m used to it by now.”

I sit up and watch the replays with them. After we go to the podium and spray each other with champagne. In the garage after I change and wet my hair in one of the bathrooms, getting the champagne out. I dry it as best I can and go back out.

“Still washing your hair in a sink?” Max laughed. “It isn’t that bad.”

“When you have as much hair as me, it is.” I laugh.

“So what happened earlier?” He asked. I shrug and act like it was nothing.

“Shitty morning, shitty race start.” I say. “Ex on the podium, just not my day.”

“Shitty start?” He asked. “What happened?”

“My wheel wasn’t locked, and my tires weren’t screwed in right either.” I explain.

“Oh shit, and you still managed second.” He said. “That’s commitment.”

“Yeah, I just want to go to sleep now.” I say sighing. “But we have press to do.”

“Only 2 though.” He said. “Then you can sleep!”

We go to the top 3 and top 10 conference and I doze off for most of them. “Fewtrell, thoughts?”

“Good race and nice start to the season.” I smile weakly.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit ill.”

“No, no, just tired, haven’t raced in 3 months.” I respond.

After the conference and a drive back to the hotel, I am exhausted. I go to lay down when my phone rings. Lando. I ignore it and fall asleep.

A few hours goes go by and I wake up to multiple missed calls from many other people. I call back my brother first. “Hey, are you alright? You weren’t yourself today.”

“I just don’t feel good.” I say. “I just woke up.”

“Lando said he was worried, he hadn’t seen or talked to you all day.”

“I had a bad day, and I don’t feel good.”

“Okay, well answer him back or he’s going to go psycho on me.”

“I will, I felt your call was more important.”

“Alright well I love you little sis.”

“Love you too Max.” I say.

I hang up the call and text Lando. I explain I had a bad day, don’t feel good, and Oscar being on the podium wasn’t any better. He calls me after I send the text. I let it ring. It goes off and he calls again. I answer it.

“I’m at your door love.” He said. I get up and open the door. “Hey.” He smiled.

“Hey.” I say, tired and exhausted. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see you!” He said. “I figured you fell asleep earlier.”

“I really don’t feel good.” I say. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay!” He said. “Can I hug you?”

“Yeah.” I say hugging him. It was a really needed hug. I hold him tighter.

The next race weekend comes up and it’s a double header, so I still don’t feel good. We do media day and I don’t engage much, but do what I can.

We do the Free practice sessions and then conferences. “Fewtrell, how’s the car feel today?”

“Hm? Oh it feels good.” I say clearing my throat after, you can hear the sickness in my voice. “Yeah, glad to be back and stronger.”

“You sound a bit ill, are you able to race?”

“I’m sure I’ll feel better tomorrow.” I say.

I, in fact, did not feel better. We get ready to race and Max walks up to talk. “Feeling a bit better today?”

“No, I feel worse.” I say. “I need to call Max, I don’t want him upset.”

“Upset about what?”

“If I retire.”

“Ahh, well do your best today okay? No pushing your limits.”

“Yeah, you too Max.” I say, with a small smile.

I call my brother and he answers, sounding like he was asleep. “Hello?”

“Oh shit, were you sleeping? I’m sorry Max.”

“No, just a nap sis. What’s up?”

“I’m feeling worse today, I’ll race but I might end up retiring. I didn’t want you to be disappointed.”

“It’s okay, you win some you lose some lil sis.” He said. “If you don’t feel well, don’t race. You matter more than points, and Max is good at gaining them.”

“Yeah I know, but I want to at least try and see what I can do.” I say. “I won’t push too hard, but I’ll call you when I ultimately have that decision.”

“Sounds good, do good out there- and if you don’t I hope you get the rest you need.”

“Thank you, I miss you.”

“I miss you too sis, being together most of the break wasn’t very helpful huh?”

“Made it worse to be fair.” I chuckle.

We talk for a little longer and then I have to get in the car. We get out on the grid and do the formation lap.

“Lights out, and away we go!”

I race and gain positions up to 3rd. I have a fair gap between me and Norris. They do the pits and I’m undercut a few times but I gain the positions back fairly quick.

“P2, good pace and +3s gap with Norris behind. Gap to Verstappen in P1 is +5s.”

“Copy.” I say. “How many more laps?”

“16, how are you feeling?”

“Like I can do 16 laps and nap.”

“Copy.”

I finish second and get out the car as fast as I can. I take my helmet off and run to the garage, I grab a water and chug it. My engineer saw me and pat my back lightly.

“You alright?” He asked. “You’re pale.”

“Yeah, I just felt nauseous slowing down there.” I say out of breath. “I shouldn’t have finished the race.” I run to the bathroom and puke my guts out, my race suit half unzipped and my fireproof hugging my body.

Once I gather myself I walk back to the interviewers and do mine. “You look a bit ill, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I got a bit nauseous in the end there.” I say. “I finished though so that’s a plus.”

He asked me a few questions and I zoned out a bit and half ass the answers. I head to the cool down room and Lando is there. He gives me a big smile, until he realizes I’m not feeling too hot.

“Are you alright?” He asked, standing up to hold me steady.

“Just a bit ill, I’m fine.” I slur a bit. He sits me in one of the chairs and gives me a water.

“After the podium, you need to get some rest.” He said. Max walked in and saw my state.

“Fewtrell-“

“Yes! Yes I’m ill, leave me alone.” I say irritated. That’s the only question I’ve gotten this weekend. “Sorry, I just don’t feel good, and all anyone is asking me is if I’m ill.” I whisper to them after.

We watch the replays and then get called for the podium. I had enough strength to stand there and do a bottle spray, but after I was physically drained. Back at the garage, Max noticed. I was stumbling in between walls and tripping over air.

“Alright, unzip your suit.” He said. “The layers are not helping your state.” I unzip it and sit down against the wall.

“Where’s Lando?” I ask, out of it.

“At his garage, do you want me to go get him?”

“Yes, please.”

He leaves momentarily and then returns with Lando. “What’s wrong love?” He asked kneeling to my level.

“Call Max, ask him- ask him what he does when I’m like this, I can’t remember.” I say.

He stands back up with his phone and calls Max. I hear Max yelling through the phone. “Did she push herself too hard?!”

“All I said was hello.” Lando responded. “I don’t think she pushed too hard, but she did push herself.”

It’s unintelligible what Max said next, but I’m assuming it’s what I asked Lando to call him for. I’m sure there’s still stuff that needs doing, but I’m not in the right state to be doing it.

“Alright mate, I’ll have her call you when she’s feeling better.” He said before hanging up. “Alright, can you stand up or do you need help?”

“I can do it myself.” I say attempting to get up. “I need help.” I correct myself.

He helps me up and we walk to the paddock. We get a cab to the hotel and he brings me to my room. “So, the team needs your suit back.” He said. “Can you change without hurting yourself?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I say.

“Ok, I’ll get you some clothes. You can shower later when you feel better.”

“I feel like shit.” I say. “What did Max say?”

“He said to get you changed, make you some tea, and tuck you in with a kiss.”

“Sounds about right, how my mum used to do it.” I say. He puts clothes down next to me and I take them to the bathroom to change. Once I’m done I go back out and hand him the suit.

“I made you some tea, it was all they had.” He said. I throw my champagne ridden hair in a messy bun and drink the tea.

“Eugh- vanilla bean.” I say disgusted. I’m too sick to not drink it though so I drink it all.

“Like I said, only one.” He repeated. “Now, are you ready to rest?”

“Yes.” I say, setting the tea down. I get under the covers and he makes sure it’s perfect before kissing me on the forehead.

“I’m going back to the paddock, but if you need anything call me okay?”

“Okay, I’m probably going to sleep the rest of the day.” I say, tired.

“Ok, if I come back before you call, I’ll come in and check on you, sound good?”

“Yes.” I say. He leaves the room and I’m sound asleep.

I wake up after 7 hours. I check my phone to texts and calls. I look up what time it would be for Max. It’s too late to call, so I text him. I text Lando as well, seeing as he should be asleep. He responds quickly though, calling me.

“Hey!” He said. “How are you feeling?”

“Not much better, but better.” I say groggy.

“That’s good! I came in there to check on you a few hours ago, you were out cold.”

“I slept long, wait why are you still up?” I ask.

“Ahh Max asked to go out, he wanted to ask you.” He said. “I’m just a few blocks away from the hotel.”

“Sounds like fun, while you’re out can you get me some tea? Preferably Hibiscus.”

“Yes, I can get you some tea.” He laughed. “Did you need anything else my love?”

“Some soup would be nice as well.” I say smiling big at his pet name. “I like when you call me that.”

“Well I’d hope so.” He said. “Max and I were about to leave anyways, let me go wrangle him and I’ll be on my way.”

“Okay, I’m going to shower, I reek of after race.”

We hang up the phone and I take a shower. I wash my hair twice to get rid of the champagne. I get changed into comfier clothes. A redbull crewneck and puma sweats.

A few minutes go by before Lando knocks. He’s holding a bag of goodies and Max is stood behind him. They both smile at me.

“Hello boys.” I smile.

They walk in and Lando starts taking out the things he bought. “I got you some hibiscus tea, and other teas that will help you feel better.”

“I picked out the soups.” Max whispered to me. “Some I’ve seen you eat and some I think you’d like.”

“Is he drunk perhaps?” I ask.

“Ahh just a tad, he’s sobering up though.” Lando said. “He tried to get one of every soup but I refused to let that happen.”

“So thoughtful, thank you Max!” I say hugging him.

“Anything I can do to help my favorite teammate.” He said.

I look at Lando with wide eyes and burst out laughing. “Really?” I ask. “What about Daniel, Checo?”

“They were alright, but you’re the best.”

“Alright, that’s my cue!” Lando said. “Before he says something he’ll regret tomorrow!”

Lando escorts him out and returns about 20 minutes later. I made a tea and a bowl of my favorite soup. “How’d that go?” I ask.

“Like it always does, he argues with me for a while then ultimately decides to lay down and passes out.” He said. “How’s the tea?”

“1000% better than whatever I had earlier.” I say. “The soup is amazing too.”

“He did pick out your favorite soups, he said he ‘knew you like the back of his hand’.” He laughed.

“Oh please, he’s been my teammate for a year.” I laugh. “He’s so overconfident in things nowadays.”

“Yeah well, that’s the championship mentality.”

“I guess.” I say smiling. “You need to go get some rest yourself!”

“No, no I’d rather make sure you’re alright.” He said. “You’ve been ill all week.”

“Your health matters too Lando!” I whine. “Go get some sleep!”

“I will, once you are.”

“That’ll be a while, I took a 7 hour nap.”

“Then I guess I’ll be here for a while.” He smiles. “I really don’t mind my love.”

“Fine, at least go change.” I say. “You smell of clubs and bars.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said sarcastic and laughing.

He leaves and goes to change. I finish my soup and tea. He comes back in a LN4 hoodie and sweats. He takes his shoes off and lays on the bed. “I feel a lot better now.”

“That’s the ideal thing.” He smiled. “Although if this is another attempt to get me to leave, it won’t work.”

“If you wanted to cuddle you could’ve said so.” I laugh. “I might actually go back to sleep.”

“Well, clean up and we can put a movie on.”

I do just that, cleaning up the other soups and tea bags, discarding what I’ve used. I turn off the lights and lay next to him, covering us with the blanket. I get comfy in his chest and he starts a movie.

The next morning I wake up, Lando still asleep. I move to get more comfortable and he wakes up. “Morning.” He groans.

“Morning.” I respond, my voice raspier.

“You sound more sick, my love.” He said, caressing my hair slowly and soothingly.

“I probably am.” I groan. “I’m gonna get you sick for the next race.”

“It’ll be worth it.” He giggled. “Then you can take care of me.”

“True.” I giggle. I get up and go to the bathroom. I go back out and call Max. “Morning.” I say.

“Hey! Any better today?”

“Worse, I shouldn’t have raced at all yesterday.” I say, my voice cracking.

“God are you losing your voice?”

“Yeah, seems like it.” I say. “Lando took care of me though, so I’m sure I’ll be fine until the next race.”

“Good, if I can’t be there I’m glad someone is.” He said. “Are you coming back for a few days?”

“I want to, but I don’t want to get you sick too.”

“Too? Is Lando sick?” He asked.

“No but he might be after spending so much time around me.”

“Ahh you’ve got a point sis.” He said. “I’ve got nothing better to do, come see me for a day or two.”

“Ok, I will.” I say. “What about Lando?”

“He can come too, he knows that.”

“Okay, I’ll let him know and then update you on arrivals and stuff.”

“Sounds like a plan lil sis.”

I text the group chat with the other drivers and ask if anyone else is going that way. Oscar responds and I freeze. Lando looked at his phone and just sighed.

“That’s not ideal.” He said. “Shouldn’t be too bad, only what like 5 hours?”

“7.” I say quickly. I shake my head and start packing. Lando responds to it as well saying he’ll go with us.

“Max as well, no worries my love.” He said.

“Max is going?” I ask.

“Yeah, he just said he needs to go that way as well.”

“That makes it a bit more tolerable.” I say. “Go pack!” I laugh.

“Oh shit you’re right.” He said jumping up.

He leaves the room and I continue packing my suitcase, bags, toiletries, all of it. Once I’m done, I do a room sweep to make sure I’m not forgetting anything, then head to the lobby. Max is there. I text my brother all the details and talk with my teammate.

“How are you feeling?” I ask laughing slightly. My voice still hoarse from the sickness and cutting out.

“Fine, just a bit of light drinking is all.” He smiled. “How are you?”

“Could be better.” I sigh. “I took some medicine so I’ll live through the flight.”

Oscar joins us and I stand there on my phone. They talk and try to add me in but I walk to a couch nearby and sit down. Max responds shocked I agreed to fly with Oscar, before I could respond, Lando walks out and I stand up joining them. “Alright, everyone ready?” Lando asked. We all nod and get a cab to the private jet.

Lando texts me asking if it’ll be awkward. I respond that it won’t be as long as I have alcohol in my system. We laugh while Max and Oscar are confused. “What’s funny back there you two?” Oscar asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” Lando said. “Twitter.”

“It’s actually X now.” Max said. We laugh even more. We get to the airport and board the plane. Lando sits across from me and Max on my side. Oscar diagonal. “Where’s the alcohol?” Max asked.

“Wait a minute Max!” I laugh. “Not until we’re in the air.”

“Eager aren’t we?” Lando giggled.

“I want alcohol too, but not that bad.” I laugh.

“You drinking alcohol?” Oscar said. He made a face looking down. “That’s new.”

There was an awkward silence between the four of us, until Lando and I made eye contact and started laughing again. Once we’re in the air, Max and I head for the bar. He shows me how to make certain cocktails and then we sit back down. “This is good!” I say to max.

“Dutch are good at making drinks what can I say.” He responded.

“I don’t think drinking is going to help your cold.” Lando said seriously. “Max is going to be furious if he finds out.”

“Well then, don’t tell him Lando.” I say smiling. “No, if Max has a problem with me drinking to calm my nerves then he can suck it up.”

“Where’s the attitude coming from?” Lando asked. “And what nerves you love flying?”

I stay quiet and sip my drink. Max looks at me taking a big sip and realized what I said in the garage. “Oh shit.” He said. “This is awkward.”

“Just a bit of nerves, it’s also a longer flight.” I say calmly. “Max just doesn’t like me drinking casually.”

“Well considering it’s a new habit, I wouldn’t want you to either if I was your brother.” Oscar said.

“It’s not new.” I shoot at him with the attitude returning. “To you maybe, not to me.”

“Change of subject!” Lando said. “Why are you two going to London?”

“Ahh Horner wants to have meetings at the RTC.” Max said. “New managers for me or something.”

“Lily wanted to see me, she’s there for the week with a few friends.” Oscar said. I roll my eyes taking another sip. “Why are you going to London Fewtrell?”

“My brother misses me.” I say. “So I’m going to spend time with him before the next race weekend.”

“Yeah, he wants to do Quadrant videos too, so having us both there is a plus.” Lando said.

“You’re both going to see Max?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah, mate he’s been my best friend since karting.” Lando laughed. “Just a plus I drive with his sister.”

“I think he wants us to do a merch photo shoot as well no?” I ask

“He may have mentioned it.” Lando said. “It’s a surprise though so shhh.”

“Mate no surprises get past me.” Max laughed. “She talks like there is no tomorrow.”

“Hey!” Lando said. I laugh.

“What! He listens so I talk.” I say defensively. “I hardly believe he listens to everything I say.”

“Don’t believe that.” Max said sipping his drink. “I hear everything.”

“I don’t think he cares enough about new merch dropping for our brand to be fair so I’m not too worried.” Lando said smiling.

“I need more drink.” I say finishing off the cocktail Max made.

“Already?” Lando exclaimed. “Goddamn.”

“Go get a new one then.” Oscar said. I get up and make a new drink, a whiskey neat.

I set it on the table and Lando takes a swig, making the most disgusted face. “God, how do you drink that?”

“Simply, it’s calms me down.” I say sipping it with no reaction.

“Based on Landos reaction, it’s whiskey. Based on her reaction, it’s soda.” Oscar said laughing. Max takes a sip and makes a face as well.

“That’s whiskey.” Max said coughing at the burn. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” I say monotoned.

“That’s mental.” Lando said.

The flight goes on a few hours and I get tired. I grab a small throw from my bag and sit in a reclining seat. I get comfortable and try to sleep. After a few minutes of laying there, I can’t fall asleep but the guys are talking.

“What was she talking about nerves?” Oscar asked.

“I don’t know, she usually loves flying.” Lando said.

“Could it be the history you two have?” Max asked. “She briefly said something about you being an ex.”

“Ahh, yeah.” Oscar said. “Why would she be nervous though, it’s not like I abused her or anything.”

“Mate I don’t know, maybe she still likes you?” Max asked.

I was waiting on Landos response yet it never came. “It’s been over a year and a half, if she still likes me she has other unresolved issues.”

“I wouldn’t say that, I mean it takes a while to process that.” Lando said.

“Yeah true.” Max said. “I don’t know how long you were together but when you love someone hard it hurts having to let them go, and in our case, seeing them everyday of your career.”

“I guess, but it was a mutual understanding we didn’t want to be together.” Oscar lied.

“It wasn’t because you wanted her seat?” Lando coughed to cover, starting drama.

“Oh well, I guess that was a factor.” Oscar laughed. “She knew that was why I dated her in the first place.” He lied again.

“Woah, mate don’t be proud of that.” Max said. “You dated someone for a F1 seat?”

“I never said I was proud of it, but basically yeah.”

That was the last straw. I got up and sat down next to Max again. I was tired of them talking about it.

“What are we talking about?” I ask, groggy like I was asleep.

“Your McLaren seat.” Oscar said.

“What about it?” I ask. Batting my eyes at him innocently.

“How I dated you for it.” He said. “Nothing big.”

“It doesn’t really matter to me now.” I shrug. “I’m in a faster car anyways.”

“Hey now.” Lando said.

“What?” I laugh. “He brought it up.”

“We never really talked about it much did we?” Oscar said.

“I’d rather not, not in front of people.” I say rude. “There’s nothing to talk about anyways.”

“You don’t have to be rude.” He said, getting his feelings hurt.

“Just a taste of your own-“ Lando looks at me in a ‘stop talking’ kind of way. “Whatever.”

“I feel like there’s more to this.” Max said.

“I’m going to say something I’ll regret later, I’ll shut up.”

“It’s for the best.” Oscar said. At this point Lando can’t, and won’t stop me. I scoff at his comment. “What?”

“Are you treating Lily well?” I ask. “The girl you basically cheated on me with?”

“I never did anything with her while we were together.” He defended.

“Hanging out with her on breaks more than me while we were together, is kinda cheating is it not?” I ask.

“Yeah it kinda is.” Max agreed.

“I bet you two laughed about it.” I scoff again. “The ‘nerves’ I had coming into this plane, were because you used to yell and belittle me about every single race fuck up.” I start raising my voice. “I get anxiety seeing you after I have a bad race, I get anxiety even thinking of having to fly with you.” The anger was stemming from how he knows me, knows how hard I am on myself. He still would belittle me after races as if I didn’t to myself.

“Okay that’s enough.” Lando said. “I think he gets the point.”

“Is there something going on between you two?” Oscar asked, Lando’s head snapped quickly to look at him and then to me. “I’m feeling some tension.”

“Probably from my anger and anxiety of you just being present, knowing how you used to treat me.” I say calmer and rolling my eyes as I sit back.

“Here we go again.” He said rolling his eyes. “You go all playing the victim.”

“Because I was!” I say my voice cracking. “You beat me when I was already on the floor!”

“Yeah? And look at where you’re at, in a better place huh?” He said. “I made you who you are.”

“You did not! I brought myself back out of the trenches you threw me in!” I yell at him. “I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.”

“It’s because I was the one who showed you your potential, hell I even got your seat because of it.” He raised his voice. He smacked the table and I flinched.

“If you were meant to help me why were you treating me like some discarded rubbish?” I ask genuinely searching for an answer.

“You were too overconfident and acted like a prissy brat, that’s why!” He yelled at me.

“Let’s change the subject.” Lando said calm.

“Good idea mate, whats papaya rules?” Max said.

“Don’t crash into your teammate!” Me and Oscar yell at Max. I stay quiet the rest of the flight.

We land and I see my brother waiting. I throw my stuff in his car and sit in the front seat. Pissed beyond belief. Lando does the same, just not aggressively. Max gets in the driver seat and can tell how upset I am.

“Sis what’s wrong?” He asked.

“I’m sick.” I say shortly with attitude.

“Ahh ok.” He responds.

We get to his house and I get out grabbing my things. I bring my stuff inside and sit on the couch. I play on my phone until it’s taken away.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Max said.

“Oscar is what’s wrong.” I say sighing. “He tried telling me he was pushing me forward and that he made me a better person.” The disappointment flooded my words as I spoke.

“On the plane?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I say.

He gives me my phone back. I go to the room and get ready for bed. “Movie night?” Lando asked popping in.

“Not tonight.” I say. “I’m exhausted from flying.”

“Okay, we’ll be out here if you need anything.”

“Okay, thank you.” I say giving him a smile.

After I shower, I lay down and go to sleep. The next morning I’m woken up by loud music. I get up and check the time, 10:00. I hear Max and Lando singing to the music. I go to the bathroom and fix my messy ass hair.

“It’s Friday then!!!” I hear Lando yell from across the house. I finish my morning routine and walk to the sound. “Saturday, Sunday what?!” I hear around the corner to Max’s room.

I walk through the door to Max streaming and them blaring music to sing and dance to. “What the fuck are you two doing?”

“I hit my goal of subscribers.” Max yelled over the music.

“I’m trying to sleep!” I yell with my raspy voice.

“It’s Friday again!!!” Lando yells again. I walk to the computer and pause the music. “What was that for?”

“I want to sleep!” I say. “Sorry stream, I don’t feel the greatest and they’re blaring music at 10 in the morning!!” My voice was nearly gone from the sickness I endured.

“Oh hush up, if you were feeling any other way you’d turn off the fun.” Max said.

“You’re right, because blaring music this early in the morning is mental!”

“Apologies princess, we won’t blare music anymore.” Lando said jokingly. “You may fetch more Beauty sleep.”

“Oh shut it.” I say making a face at him. Once the camera can’t see me I blow him a kiss. His face lights up with smiles.

“Go away!” Max said.

“I am!” I scream back.

I go back to the guest room and lay down falling back asleep. I wake up at 12:00 and go back to Max’s room. He’s still streaming and Lando is no where to be seen.

“Glad to see you’re not blaring music.” I mumble groggy.

“Mate you just slept until 12 pm.” Max said. “Why?”

“I flew for 8 hours yesterday, and don’t feel good Maxie.” I whine. “Where’s Lando?”

“He left to get food and snacks, apparently I don’t have the snacks he likes.”

“Makes sense, I don’t like what you have either.” I say. “When did he leave?”

“Like 5 minutes ago.” Max said. “Call him.”

I call Lando and Max muted the mic, so the stream couldn’t hear. “Hi my love.” Lando answered.

“Heyyy.” I respond. “Max said you’re going to the store?”

“I am, did you need something?” He asked.

“Can you get me some meds and soups?” I ask.

“Yes I can, is that all?” He asked.

“Yessss.” I say. “Max already has the tea I like so cross that off the list.”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you in a bit my love.” He said before hanging up.

“Oh god.” Max said. He muted the mic again. “They heard him call you my love.” My eyes go wide.

“I thought you muted it?!” I ask.

“I didn’t think he’d say it again so I unmuted it towards the end!”

“Max he’s gonna kill you!!” I say.

He continues the stream. He plays some game on his computer. When Lando gets home I go out to help him with everything. We bring everything inside and I make one of the soups he got me. “Heads up, Max’s stream heard a bit of our call…”

“What part?” He asked, not really caring.

“Before you hung up and called me your love..”

“Oh, they’ll have fun with that then huh?” He laughed. “I don’t mind us being out, do you?”

“No, I was scared you were.” I sigh. We both go back to Max’s room and I sit in his secondary gaming chair to eat. Lando lounges on the bed.

“Mate, they’re all asking why you called her ‘my love’.” Max said.

“Huh?” Lando asked, clearly not paying attention.

“Mate I’m not repeating it.” Max laughed. I chill in the back eating my soup. “Sis did you hear the question?”

“Yeah.” I say.

“Do you want to answer it?”

“I don’t know the answer, That’s just what Lando calls me.” I laugh.

“Oh why do I call her my love?” Lando said. “Cause she’s my girlfriend.”

“First I’m hearing of this.” Max said.

“Uhh me too, since when?!” I ask.

All Lando does is laugh at our reactions. He causes me and Max to also laugh. I set my soup bowl down, I’m laughing so hard. I almost finish my laughing fit, but I made eye contact with Lando and started laughing again.

“You two need to calm down.” Max said. “It wasn’t that funny.”

“No but it is.” Lando said.

“That was good, ohhh that was so good.” I say calming down. I finish my soup and leave the room to bring it back to the kitchen. Lando follows me. I put the bowl in the sink and turn around.

“Woah there.” He said. “Careful of your surroundings.” Our bodies are touching with almost no space between us.

“I didn’t know you followed me.” I say. “Jeez.”

“He’s almost done streaming, then we’re going to do a Quadrant shoot.”

“Ok, the merch drop or a video?”

“Uhhhhhh.” He responded.

“Well, I’ll go get ready either way.” I laugh.

I go back to Max’s room to tell him and to ask which shoot. He muted the stream while we talk. “Today we’re doing the merch, tomorrow we’re doing a normal video.”

“Okay, I’m going to get ready, do I do my makeup or will the team be there?”

“The team will be there, don’t bother.”

“Got it, tell stream I said bye.”

“Will do sis.”

I go to my room and pick out an easy to change outfit. I let my hair down and don’t mess with it, the team does makeup and hair there. I walk out to Lando on his phone in the kitchen. He sets it down face up. “McLaren app?” I ask

“Yeah, gotta see what they’re up to.” He laughed. “I was on Twitter.”

“Oh god, I don’t even bother with all that.” I say. “Max said we’re doing merch today.”

“Sounds like a plan then.” He said. “Zak is racing in something this weekend.”

“Oh?” I say. “Are you going?”

“No it’s another country.” He said. “I’ll cheer him on from here though.”

“Yay!” I say sarcastic, then laugh. “Where is Max?”

“I don’t know he said he was ending the stream like 10 minutes ago.”

We both walk to his room and burst in one after the other. He’s still on stream. “MAX!” We both yell.

“Fucking hell!” He said jumping. “Don’t do that!”

“Ending the stream my ass!” I say.

“Mate it’s been like 15 minutes since you said you’d end it.” Lando said.

“I was literally saying bye to the chat.”

“Bye stream!!” I say.

Not long after he actually ends the stream. Lando and I leave his room so he can change. We head to the shoot at some warehouse. The other quadrant members are there.

“Hey guys.” Max said.

“Mate 20 minutes late.” Niran said. Lando and I both pan to Max who scratches his head.

“Yeah someone doesn’t know how to end a stream when he said he would.” I say.

“Are you ill?” Arrav asked.

“Getting over it.” I say. “But yeah.”

“Can we go shoot?” Ethan asked.

We go in and the new merch is beautiful. There’s a baby pink, beige, black, and white version. I go straight for the pink.

“Who’s taking the other pink?” Max asked.

“I’ll take it.” Lando said.

We do the shoot and it takes forever because we keep joking around and laughing. After we get to keep the merch we put on. “I can go for a nap.” I say.

“Still not feeling well?” Lando asked, concerned. “We can head home love.”

“We were going to go eat, are you sure?” Max said.

“I really don’t have the energy.” I say. “I can go eat though.”

“If you don’t feel well you don’t have to sis.” Max said. “I’ll bring something home for you.”

“Okay, I feel bad though.”

“You’re sick, don’t feel bad.” He reassured me.

Lando and I head home. Max texted where they were going and we texted back our orders. Once we get back to the house I go to my room and crash out on the bed.

A few hours later I get up and go to the kitchen. Lando and Max are watching a movie on the couch. I take out the food Max got me and start eating it.

“What movie is this?” I ask.

“Fucking hell.” Max said jumping.

“Oh hey.” Lando said. “Fast and furious 5 I think.”

“Oh, that one’s alright.” I say. “What time is it?”

“Uhhhhh 7:00.” Max said checking his watch.

“7?!” I ask. “Damn.”

“Do you feel better?” Lando asked.

“A little, I’ll be better tomorrow.” I say.

I go and sit with them on the couch when I’m done eating. Lando cuddles into my chest and I let him, playing with his hair. It’s super soft and curly.

“How is your hair so soft?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” He laughed.

“Maybe his shampoo you muppet.” Max said.

“Okay max, some people use other products.” I say back. “My hair is never this soft.”

“Can we just watch the movie?” Max asked. Lando and I laugh. We finish the movie and this time Lando is asleep. Max and I aren’t. I look over to Max. “Well good luck.”

“What do you mean good luck?” I ask slightly panicking. “We need to talk!”

“Talk about what?” He asked now panicking with me.

“Get him off me without waking him and you’ll find out.”

We both do our best to move Lando carefully. We’re successful and walk to Max’s room. “What’s up?”

“Can you tell him that I want him to actually ask me out.” I say unamused. “That announcement on stream was the first time he’s ever called me that, he never asked.”

“Well I mean, you guys basically are dating.” He said. “Wait he hasn’t asked you out officially?”

“No.” I say. “But I want you to tell him to do it, I’m not asking him. I mean he already said it but.”

“I’ll talk with him about it, sis, don’t worry.” He said.

“Okay I’m going to shower and then go to bed, love you max.” I say. I walk out his room and jump to the sight of Lando half awake next to the door. “JEEZUS!” I say.

“Shhhhh.” He said covering my mouth. He looked over my shoulder to Max’s room, I look too. Max didn’t hear me. Lando moves his hand and grabs my neck, pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

We walk to my room and make out. “Max would kill us.” I whisper.

“Oh for sure.” He agreed.

“Let’s wait, we aren’t even official yet…” I whine. “I have to shower anyways and get to bed.”

“Okay my love.” He said smiling. I go to the bathroom and shower quickly. I get out and he’s asleep on my bed, looking very comfortable. I grab pajamas and change in the bathroom. When I go back out I grab the blanket and let him cuddle into me.

The next morning I’m woken up by Lando getting up. “No, no, go back to sleep love.” He said groggy.

I groan and turn over. I fall back asleep. After a few hours I get up myself and go to the kitchen. A few guys from quadrant are there, I greet them. “You look like you just woke up from a good nap.” Max laughed. “Marks and all.”

“That’s what it felt like.” I say raspy. “Tea?”

“Hibiscus, your favorite.” Max said handing me a cup of tea.

“Ugh you’re amazing.” I groan. “What quadrant shoot are we doing again?”

“That’s what we’re trying to decide.” Niran said.

“It’s between speed shopping, and helmet designing.” Aarav said.

“Helmet designing sounds like a good one.” I say. “That’s it though?”

“Yeah that’s what I said!” Lando chimed in. “What if they design helmets and the viewers vote on which ones we should actually wear for a Grand Prix.”

“Fuck yes.” I say. “They make two designs, one specified for you and one for me and whatever two win we make a real helmet.”

“That sounds like a good idea actually.” Max said. “How do we feel about that?”

“Yeah.” Niran said. “It does take forever to actually make a helmet real though huh?”

“6-8 months.” I say. “LAS VEGAS!” I scream jumping excited.

“Ouuu she’s good at this.” Aarav said. “We’ll all be there too no?”

“Yeah. Good thinking, sis.” Max said.

“I know, I’m amazing.” I smile, Lando smiles at me as well. “We’ll need to do like instagram polls right after and then post the video though.”

“Yeah to get the timing right.” Lando added.

We all get ready, and buy supplies. Lando and I went to an art store to find helmet sized porcelain pieces. To our surprise they had helmet porcelains. We grab 10 and some paints.

Back at Max’s house, we set up in the backyard with sheets and set out the sets of helmets with paint pallets. They record the video and they take forever to paint.

“I’m in love with Nirans helmet for me.” I comment. “It has flowers and stars.”

“Look at Ethan’s, it’s such a you helmet!” Lando said laughing.

“It’s just pink.” I say. “It has no fun to it, this is Vegas!”

“Alright, cut that.” Max said painting a helmet. “It’s gonna be a surprise you muppet.”

“Oops.” I laugh. “Now Max has my vote overall.”

“Why?” Will asked. “Cause he’s your brother?”

“No because look at it, it has pink, orange, red blue.” I say. “My two teams and my fav color.”

“Look at mine!” Aarav said.

“That’s- that’s something!” I say, looking at Lando’s helmet in pink basically.

“Mate that’s my helmet in pink!” Lando said laughing. “She wouldn’t wear that!”

“I would wear that!” I say. We both laugh hysterically at the helmet to the point we’re rolling on the ground.

After they finish painting we put up the polls, not mentioning who made what. Fans are very biased towards some quadrant members, so we have to be careful.

“Give it what, an hour?” I ask.

“An hour?” Lando asked. “What about five.”

“5 is more fair.” Max said.

We wait the five hours, which felt like forever. Aarav’s helmet for me won and Nirans for Lando won. I jump up and down in excitement. “I’m so excited to wear that.”

“I’m glad.” Max said smiling. “I just noticed, are you feeling better?”

“Oh 100%.” I say. “It basically gone.”

“Now we just hope I don’t get sick.” Lando said. “Knock on wood.”

“Oh I’m knocking mate.” Max said. “Your helmet design isn’t bad.”

“I never said it was, I think Niran stepped up on this challenge.” Lando said.

The next day Lando and I head back to Monaco. We text the chat to see if the other two will join and only Max responds that he is. Oscar is heading back another day. The three of us meet at the airport and board the jet.

“I’m so tired.” I say, organizing my stuff in a corner.

“Take a nap love.” Lando said.

“I probably am, I’d rather my bed though.” I say, scrunching my nose.

“Are you two…?” Max asked hesitant.

“Not yet, apparently I need to ask her properly.” Lando said giving me a look.

“Okay, well saying it on stream isn’t asking me Lando.” I say. “He said it while Max was streaming and we were both so confused.” I tell Max.

“Chat was being nosy.” Lando said. “I shut them up.”

“Mate, you’ve gotta be joking.” Max laughed. “You said it out of the blue on a stream?”

“Yes! Thank you!” I say.

“I’ll ask you for real.” Lando said. “I’m not telling you when though.”

“I hope not, but the whole world already thinks we are so.” I say smiling. “I’ll be surprised but they won’t be.”

“Want a drink?” Max asked.

“Nothing strong.” I say.

“Drinking again?” Lando asked. “Is something the matter?”

“No, just want to relax a bit.” I say.

“We never talked about what happened on the way here.” Max said.

“About what, ohhhh.” I say. “Oscar?”

“Yeah.” Max said. “I never got an explanation for that.”

“Oh mate she gets in a yelling match with anyone about him.” Lando says.

“Really? Was he that bad?”

“Yeah, well he was very toxic to me.” I say. “I don’t like talking about it.”

“Well if he treated you bad, I understand why.” Max said. “Look at me.”

“Yeah.” I say. “He was just horrible, he’d yell at me for bad races or things that were out of my control. It’s only recently I realized it was for my spot, he wanted me to be dropped so he’d get the spot.”

“That’s insane.” Max said. “He’d guilt you into doing good, but happy cause it meant he had a chance.”

“Exactly, and he’d spend more time with Lily. He was so bad to me.” I say distraught almost. “That’s all in the past though, I’ve learned to focus on myself and never let someone treat me like that ever again.”

“May I ask, why Lando?” Max asked. Lando perked up from his phone.

“He treats me so well, I mean he’s treated me better, without even dating me, than Oscar ever did.” I say. “I trust him, my brother trusts him. I’ve known him a long time, I feel it’s right.”

Lando smiles. We all talk about the next race and other things. The plane lands and we head out. Lando and I go to our own houses and so does Max.

When I get to my house I call my brother. “Hey sis!” He answered.

“Hey Max!” I say back. “I just made it home.”

“That’s good! How was your flight?”

“It was alright, quite boring to be honest.” I say.

“Is that so?” He asked. “Well I hope it gets better sis.”

“It will, alright well I’ve got to unpack.” I sigh. We end the call and I unpack my things. I had a weird feeling about the call, Max seemed like he was hiding something. I call Lando to check in.

“Hey!” I say when he answers.

“Hey! What’s up?” He asked. He sounded panicked almost.

“Not much.. wanted to see how you were doing after the flight.”

“I’m doing fine.” I hear a faint stop it from him and then giggling. “Yeah, unpacked and reading emails.”

“Is someone else there with you?” I ask.

“No, why would you ask?”

“I thought I heard someone else.” I say.

“Maybe you’re tired love, take a nap.” He said. “I have no one with me.”

“Okay, I’ll call you later then.” I say.

I don’t take a nap, but overthink about who was at his house. I freak myself out and decide to go there. I collect myself in my car and get out. I hesitate to knock and then ultimately do.

“Hey!” He said surprised. “You said you’d call!”

“I know, but I swear I heard someone else when we were on the phone and I couldn’t help but think and think and I don’t want to break our trust and-“ He kisses me in the middle of my anxiety talking.

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[the-griffons-saddlebag]

⚔️ 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Blunderuckus
Weapon (musket), very rare (requires attunement) ___ This magic musket uses sling bullets instead of its normal ammunition. For every bullet you would normally load the weapon with, it instead takes ten sling bullets, which you load—and fire—all together. Furthermore, the weapon has a normal range of 20 feet and a long range of 60 feet, instead of its usual ranges. The damage dice for this weapon is 4d4, instead of its normal damage die (you still add your Dexterity modifier to the damage rolls). A target within 5 feet of you that’s hit by a ranged attack from the weapon takes an extra 1d6 thunder damage from the attack and is pushed up to 5 feet away from you. If the target is a hostile creature within 5 feet of you, you don’t make the attack with disadvantage as a result of being within 5 feet of it. 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩. While holding the musket, you can use an action to recreate the effects of the “thunderwave” spell from it (3rd-level version, save DC 16). Once this property of the musket has been used, it shouldn’t be used again before the next dawn; each time it is used again before then, the weapon has a cumulative 20 percent chance of instead recreating the effects of a 5th-level version of “thunderwave” and then breaking, destroying itself and emitting a wretched honking sound. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for as little as $3 a month!

[al-norton]

Yesterday I was hanging out with a couple of friends on discord - one of them from my city, one of them from a little village in the north of Ukraine. We're talking about dnd, because meeting for a game 3 times a week is not enough for us, apparently. At some point one of my friends interrupts the conversation with a little remark - "damn, the shooting is louder then usual today'. I suggest "cellar time" for his safety. We laugh. All 3 of us joke about how none of us have appropriate shelter nearby and how annoying it is when the sirens start blasting as you're walking your dog. Conversation moves on.

Some 10 minutes later the same friend interrupts the conversation again, audibly startled. "Fuck, guys, I gotta go" - and mutes himself.

That is harder to ignore. We stay silent for a minute.

Still, he is muted and not out - so his house probably isn't blown up. He took the time to warn us, so he personally is probably fine. And we know that discord does pick up the sound of explosion if it's happening close enough, and we haven't heard anything, so his immediate family is probably safe.

Further than that, there's no use to speculate. We won't know until - if - he comes back.

Slowly, we pick the conversation back up.

He comes back some 15 minutes later: "Guys, our hayloft is on fire". "How on fire?" - I ask. "Fully on fire". The cracking of the wood was loud enough to mistake it for the shooting, so it took awhile to notice anything out of the ordinary.

It's no big deal, apparently - no one was in the hayloft, not even the cat that likes to sleep there. The firefighters arrived 20 minutes later and even managed to save some of the hay. We chatted about dnd and the first season of arcane for 2 more hours.

It's a fun story, a cute one, even. But it takes it's place among others: the fact that every time I go to a bus stop I have to walk by my school currently constructing an underground facility so children don't have to stop classes with every air raid alarm that goes off. The fact that I celebrated my joint birthday with my uncle in candle light because of another attack on our power system. The fact that every explosion that i can faintly hear on discord as I talk to my friends, or that shakes the ground as I do groceries, or wakes me up at 2 am - carries real people with it being killed and injured. The fact that hearing the sound of shooting is enough for us to assume that "things are normal".

The normalcy of war is a terrifying and infectious thing - even for us, people living under under occupation and constant attacks. I can imagine it only gets worse as you get farther from the action. As we slowly approach the end of the 3rd year of this war going on, please, don't let yourself believe this is okay.

If you're able to, advocate with your officials for more help being sent to Ukraine. Donate to Come Back Alive, if you're able to. If you're able to, enjoy the peace.

[miss-kuki-nz]

Confrontation

John Cena x assistant reader (Platonic), Cody Rhodes x reader? (TBD)

Author's Note: This is just a random idea that came to my mind and It wouldn't leave me until I typed it out. I hope you enjoy 🥰.

Warning(s)-Angst, little bit of dirty talk, not proofread.

Tag list: @there-goes-thefighter @mytribalnightmare @madhatterbri @eringobragh420

Cody stood in the middle of the ring during Friday Night Smackdown with an angry look on his face and the feeling of rage surging through his body as he continued to go off at John Cena and his assistant, Y/N who were both standing at the bottom of the ramp with smug looks on their faces.

"Clearly you want some..........COME AND GET SOME", Cody yelled into the mic as his eyes locked with John's in an intense stare down. After a while John smirked at Cody and did his signature “you can't see me” hand movement before he started yelling out insults at the 3rd generation superstar. "KEEP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH AND I WILL GLADLY BEAT YOUR ASS JUST LIKE I DID LAST WEEK...........YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET!”.

Y/N along with the commentators and the many fans who were in attendance tonight could feel the tension building between the American nightmare and the franchise player and it all stemmed from the events that occurred at the Elimination Chamber last week where John with the help of The Rock turned bad by attacking Cody from behind with his Universal championship title. A move that no one ever saw coming except of course Y/N and The Rock who were in on it. No longer was John Cena the good guy, he was now the bad guy and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop him from getting to the top once again.

Y/N knew that she couldn't allow for John to get into a brawl with Cody tonight, even though she wanted to see him beat the living shit out of the current champion who had been getting under her skin lately with how he talked to her and annoyed her just in general by existing. She knew that this wasn't the time and place for the two men to go at it again and that it would have to wait until their showdown at Wrestlemania.

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts when she felt John leaving her side and getting ready to run into the ring and attack Cody but she quickly sprung into action by stepping in front of him and pushing on his chest with her hands to push him back "Not here, not now", she snapped at him as she looked into his eyes with urgency. John looked down at her with an annoyed look and tried to gently push her to the side but Y/N held her ground and didn't budge, remaining still in her place and now looking at John with a determined look "Wait till Wrestlemania and then you can beat his ass", she exclaimed before continuing on "For now let me handle this, okay", she assured him and all he could do was roll his eyes but also nod because once again she was right, even though he'd never tell her that "Okay fine fine", he sighed and put his hands up in surrender and took a step back from her. Y/N smiled in satisfaction and winked at him before grabbing the microphone from his hand and taking it in hers. She turned back around to face the ring and held the mic up to her mouth while looking at Cody who had his back turned to them "Hey blondie, you better enjoy your last few weeks as the champ because come Wrestlemania 41, John Cena will walk out of that match as your NEW UNDISPUTED WWE UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!", she screamed out at the top of her lungs, her words echoing strongly throughout the arena, receiving a round of cheers and boos from the fans

Cody's body stiffened and his hands immediately clenched into balls of fists at the words that came out of Y/N's mouth and he slowly turned back around to face her with anger flashing through his eyes. At this moment, he forgot about John and completely focused on her. "Hey Y/N?, you can run your mouth all you want but every single person sitting inside this arena", he paused as he gestured to the entire WWE universe for emphasis "Knows that you secretly want me", he blurted out into the microphone, with a small smirk now forming on his face as he noticed Y/N getting defensive by shaking her head frantically and yelling out incoherent sentences which were drowned out by the fans cheering loudly.

"You and I both know that you want the American Nightmare", he grinned as he gripped the mic in his hand, his eyes never leaving hers "And if I remembered correctly, weren't you the one who asked me to come and fu-". Cody was quickly cut off by Y/N yelling into her mic "Shut up Rhodes", she snapped at him with an annoyed look on her face. Cody chuckled and licked his lips while his eyes shamelessly raked over her body "Why don't you bring yourself into this ring and shut me up", he teased and winked at her with a cocky smile

To be continued……

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[gingerdusk]

Gale of Waterdeep assorted headcanons:

He has photographic memory, hence his accuracy when recreating his tower during his last night

He was born during, and named for, a particularly bad storm that smacked into Waterdeep

He's 38 years old and 5'8" (173cm)

The Scroll of True Resurrection was his magnum opus, something he intended to use to bring back someone he cared deeply for, but with the orb, he was forced to repurpose it for his death protocol

He used to go on seasonal ventures with Tara. He'd be on the hunt for magical items and new knowledge, she'd be on the hunt for beholder jerky. It's where he got the stash of artifacts he had before the orb consumed them all

Is he a sorcerer? He'll tell you no. He's a very studied, very LEARNED wizard, thank you. He was casting Fireball, a 3rd level spell, at 8 years old. Of course, he could also fly at 8 years old, because that's also a 3rd level spell. That Storm Sorcerers can fly as a bonus action after spellcasting is mere coincidence.

He and his mother greet each other with a peck on each cheek and a hug

His previous romantic ventures, before Mystra, always fell apart at his magic. He'd be grand and impress them every which way, they'd ask what else he could do and want more, and he'd launch into whole lectures about the craft. It would always peter out about then; either they always wanted him to one-up himself, or they got bored of his studies and frustrated with his focus on them. Mystra was the first that felt like true love to him because she fell into neither of these pitfalls—but the absence of expectation made him nervous and lit a fire under his ambition, because how could he ever be enough?

He has his mother's eyes and hair, but his father's smile and jawline

He knows how to deal with panic attacks, not because he himself is often subject to them, but because his magical shenanigans when he was young often sent the housekeeper into a state, and he felt bad about it. Particularly after the magma mephit incident burned a hole in the carpet. His own first panic attack was just after he got the orb; Tara sat on his lap and purred like a motor to help calm him down

The man is demi. He has to believe there's a hint of interest in him in order to start seeing the attractive parts of another. Because of that, he thinks "smash or pass" style conversations to be pointless and trite. Of course, he reads into things too much, so he might THINK there's a spark of interest in him before there actually is one and react accordingly

He gets his articulate vocabulary and speech patterns from his time in the Blackstaff Academy, his tendency for jokes and his wild gesticulation from his father, and both his proud and romantic outlook from his mother. His wonder for the world around him has always been in his heart, ever since he began playing with magic

He and his father generally got along, but they had a series of arguments when Mystra came into the picture. Well-intended, civil arguments, none that ever ended in shouting or anything; more a quiet damage of disapproval that left Gale frustrated and feeling like his family didn't understand how great an interaction like he'd earned was

His father died in a carriage accident shortly after Gale moved into his own place. Gale had been trying to make a scroll of True Resurrection to get him back, but...well...

With the orb, statistically speaking, Gale should have gone to Laeral Silverhand about his artifact problem. With his search for "elder wizards" to address his condition with when you talk to him, as well as her ability to CREATE magical artifacts, she seems the best solution. But he hasn't gone to her, nor Vajra, the current Blackstaff of Waterdeep, because he was afraid that if they learned of his condition, he'd be evicted from Waterdeep for the rest of the city's safety (to speak nothing of how much it would hurt to see their disappointment in him)

On that same note, the reason he (according to Tara) left without so much as a note was that he'd gotten an impulsive decision to go to Silverymoon and ask help of Lord Methrammar Aerasumé, Alustriel Silverhand's son. And that's why he was in Yartar when the Nautiloid attacked

On the whole "who meddled first, Mystra or Elminster" topic: Mystra was alive but severely weakened, believed dead until she revealed herself to Elminster. As her Chosen, she'd have known his whereabouts; Elminster interacted with Gale when he was 8, and that's when Mystra became acutely aware of Gale's existence and began interacting with him, BEFORE she began speaking with Elminster (hence Gale's line about "she revealed herself to me")

Same note, when Mystra first appeared to Gale, it was as a child his age. Equal parts enamored with this prodigy who held innate understanding of her Weave, and "keep your enemies close" in regards to caution around where he could lead himself unguided

Their romantic interactions began after she came back to her power in full, though. I fully believe that she paid him the time of day in that regard because she could sense his love for her through the Weave, like how he can sense your intentions during his magic lessons. It was a moment of opportunity, both to indulge herself and to weave (heh) herself further into his future

The Blackstaff Academy gave quarterstaff self defense lessons. Gale was never particularly GOOD at it, but it got him enough to get by. Between that and the various staircases in his tower are why he's built the way he is

He's confident in his appearance, but very conscious of showing too much skin; he doesn't like feeling exposed, hence his camp outfit being as conservative as it is

He can make something palatable out of just about anything, but his cooking style prioritizes flavor WAY over health. Everything is fluffy and delicious and well-seasoned, and also drowned in garlic butter and cream sauces

Despite this, he's a picky eater on his own terms. Give him shelf-stable rations, he'll find some way to make a meal out of the parts he likes, then avoid the rest. Absolutely eats all the M&Ms out of the trail mix

What he drinks depends on his setting. At the bar? Waterdeep whiskey on the rocks. Romantic setting? Arabellan dry wine. Pleasant company to chat with? Tea. Late night studies? Coffee with a stirring of cinnamon. His wedding? Neverwinter ice wine

Besides Mystra, the deities he pays most attention to are Oghma, Sune, Azuth, and Lliira. His patronage at the House of Beauty in Waterdeep is one constant that's never been shaken by his studies

Sometimes, he pretends to be dramatic in the mirror: Doth thy mirror crack? (Thanks for the research, @galedekarios!)

Fully believe Wash My Pain Away to be his personal theme song, independent of the tadpole events

Despite owning a piano, he doesn't actually play it; there's a reason he's spelled it to play songs for him

He was born in late spring, and the season is one of his favorite subjects of poetry

He has sincere potential to be the next Blackstaff: THAT entered his deck of cards when it let him wield it back at the academy

[lara-cairncross]

Sonic related question - What were your thoughts on the 3rd movie aka WAS I THE ONLY ONE LEFT IN EMOTIONAL SHAMBLES???

Also fanart possibly??? 🙏🙏🙏 I adore your art

can confirm that you are not, in fact, the only one left in emotional shambles. i don't think Shadow has left my mind for longer than ten minutes at a time since i first saw that movie a month ago bro

apologies in advance, this is gonna be a long read:

shadow did nothing wrong and i WILL excuse his every action at a level previously only witnessed in delusional dream apologists. i will defend him on my deathbed idgaf who cares if he killed people!!! he was having a bad day 🥺🥺🥺

no but actually. i have so many things to say about this. like, do we realize that before Gerald instigated the whole revenge plot, Shadow made no move to hurt or attack anyone that wasn't trying to hurt him first??? when he first woke up, he only attacked the GUN soldiers that were actively pointing weapons at him, but left the two guys up in the command station alone. when he was in Tokyo, he was surrounded by people and lights and cars and was probably really disoriented, but didnt attack ANYTHING until GUN showed up with tanks and guns pointed at him-- and even then he tried to tell them to just leave him alone before the fight started. when Team Sonic first showed up, he again literally just told them to LEAVE HIM ALONE even though they came from GUN, and only fought back after Knuckles attacked him first. even after his escape, all he did was try to return to his home!!! HE DIDNT WANT TO HURT ANYONE UNTIL THEY CAME FOR HIM FIRST!!! HES A GOOD BOY IDC WHAT ANYONE TELLS ME !!!!

and even with the revenge plot-- like, of COURSE Shadow was gonna do what Gerald said??? obviously he had a choice in the matter, but Gerald was also his one remaining link to both Maria and his past home, and he probably spent his whole life in the laboratory doing whatever Gerald told him to do. like, that's a fifteen year old who's sister just died, and the one person who's passed as a father figure/authority figure to him for his entire life is telling him to get revenge on the people who killed her. no SHIT he was gonna do what Gerald told him to. ik its speculation on my part but you cant convince me he wasn't conditioned into following orders in that lab like im sorry

EVEN WITH ALMOST KILLING TOM-- like ofc Sonic was rightfully mad, and I do think shadow needed to get sucker-punched to the moon for that one lmao i love Tom too much to see him go. but also, Shadow wasn't really attacking Tom-- he was attacking Walters. Like, the guy who let his sister die and then locked him away for 50 years. i feel like that's a slightly understandable reason to want somebody dead lmao

in short i wasnt lying when i said i would defend everything Shadow does AHSHDHAHDH. the one thing i am NOT happy about is Shadow leaving Stone behind when the crab got swept away, but he probably figured they'd all be dead in 24 hours, so like. efficiency? idk idk Stone will probably forgive him after he adopts him soooooooooooooo

okay enough of that. knuckles is my second favorite character in the movies behind shadow. hes so fucking funny but surprisingly emotionally mature and i love him SO MUCH. that scene where he's on the brink of fighting with sonic over the master emerald but calms himself down to prevent in-fighting??? saving sonic and tails' asses at the end??? thats my BOY my SON he did SO GOOD AUGHHHHHH im a sucker for older siblings acting like shields (Rise Raph, Vi from Arcane, etc) and Knuckles is just the latest addition to my collection of Eldest Daughter Syndromes

adding onto that kinda, i really liked how they used tails and knuckles in this movie :DD i was scared they'd kinda get shoved aside but NO!!! they both had great moments!!!! GOOD STORYTELLING HOLY SHIT I FORGOT HOLLYWOOD COULD DO THAT

ALSO the human characters continue to surprise me with how much i care about them lol, i wasnt as big on it in the second movie but i think thats cuz tom and maddie were separated from sonic most of the time that the focus was on them?? but in this movie, whenever tom and maddie were on screen they were usually WITH the boys or talking to them somehow, so i think i liked it better that way!!! they're both such good parents!!!! AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON STONE AND ROBOTNIK. GOD DAMN IT.

we need more Ozzie content overall. where is the good boy. i barely saw him

the shadow and maria moments were so well done and hit a lot of emotional beats for being such a short chunk of the film??? like they didn't have a ton of screentime together, but what they did have was PACKED. im an older sibling to a little brother and sibling relationships in media hit me so hard bro. i actually saw it with him in theaters the first two times i went and i was tearing up at maria and shadow's scenes together every time :(((( ark siblings you are so important to me !!! I NEED TO DRAW THEM

tbh i would've liked less of the Robotniks' shenanigans and a bit more of Shadow's backstory? i really enjoyed a lot of the Ivo and Gerald scenes, but it was starting to get a little old for me by the end, especially with some of the cutaways from the MAIN CHARACTERS. idk i just would've liked more shadow in the movie,,,, about shadow,,,,,, but also im biased so maybe its actually fine LMAO

That being said. i fucking LOVED ivo in this movie!!! PEAK EGGMAN BEHAVIOR OMG OMG OMG AND HIM SACRIFICING HIMSELF AT THE END??? AND THE FUCKING. DOOMED YAOI. STOBOTNIK YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT TO ME I NEED TO DRAW THEM SO BADLY I CANT WAIT ANYMORE IVE SEEN TOO MANY TIKTOK EDITS THAT REBOOTED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY

having Live and Learn being a reoccurring motif was a galaxy brain creative decision and i applaud whoever did it

I LOVED the coloring they did for Super Shadow-- like, the rosey gold/platinum color??? PHENOMENALLLLLL IT WORKS SO WELL ON HIM!!!! I don't like Sonic's bright fucking yellow gold coloring as much, but I also dont think the model was as bad as everyone seems to think it was???? i dont know enough about it tho lol, in my eyes they both worked really well for the Super scenes :DDD

the moon scene . need i say more

also can we talk about how Shadow is like. blatantly suicidal. can we talk about that. does anybody want to share some thoughts about that. and maybe scream into a pillow. and have a crying session together. like i know *I* was suicidal at 15 but Shadow doesn't deserve that come on now

Sonic was great as always but -50 aura points for the second-hand embarrassment I felt every time "Konichi-WHAAAAAAAA" came up on screen oh my god i had to hide my face behind my fucking popcorn bag whenever that scene happened i couldnt handle it. my brother keeps saying it at random points during the day now because he knows it pisses me off. and its sonic's fault. ik hes supposed to be a cringe teenager but i do want to dropkick him occasionally /affectionate

tails is baby. tails is baby boy. i liked it when he flushed the crab. baby boy. did nothing wrong.

everytime i see a screenshot of shadow and his stupid wet-cat-kicked-puppy face i want to SCREAM. HOW DID THEY MAKE HIM SO CUTE. LIKE HIS MODEL IS GENUINELY PERFECT I CANT THINK OF ANY IMPROVEMENTS THEY COULD'VE MADE HE LOOKS COOL BUT CUTE BUT SAD BUT ANGRY ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!!!!! HES MY BABY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I HOPE HE SHOWS UP IN THE FOURTH MOVIE I HOPE SOMEBODY (coughs stone coughs) ADOPTS HIM AND GIVES HIM A HOME I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY BRO

where the fuck did the chaos emeralds go. im kinda hoping shadow fell to earth with them, cuz that could lead to a possible plot with knuckles (or the whole team) having to recover them and running into him again :D

definitely my favorite sonic movie out of the current trilogy!!! it definitely wasn't perfect tho, and i dont think it's the masterpiece everyone makes it out to be-- like, there were definitely some issues I had with the writing at various points, and sometimes the pacing felt off? I do think it should've been like, at least 10-20 minutes longer, especially with the cut scenes that have been released. Stone pulling Ivo out of the wreckage SHOULD have stayed in!!! I dunno why they removed it!!! that being said, i LOVED IT and it's the movie that's gotten me obsessed with the Sonic franchise, so in my mind it's now one of my favs :DDD PLUS I SAW IT WITH MY LITTLE BROTHER AND HE LOVED IT AND WE HAD SO MUCH FUN SO NOW ITS JUST A GIANT HAPPY FEELING IN MY BRAIN WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT RAHHHHHH

anyway. Gabriella should kill them both

fanart wise-- dude im cooking up so much i promise. tbh the biggest issue is that i have so many ideas and so many WIPS that im just pingponging between them all and not actually finishing anything LMAO

[greatworldwar2]

• Stanisław Sosabowski

Stanisław Franciszek Sosabowski was a Polish general in World War II. He fought in the Polish Campaign of 1939 and at the Battle of Arnhem (Netherlands), as a part of Operation Market Garden, in 1944 as commander of the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade.

Stanisław Sosabowski was born on May 8th, 1892 in Stanislau, in what was then Austria-Hungary and is now Ivano-Frankivsk in western Ukraine. His father was a railway worker. Sosabowski graduated from a local gymnasium and in 1910 he was accepted as a student of the faculty of economy of the Jagiellonian University in Kraków. However, the death of his father and the poor financial situation of his family forced him to abandon his studies and return to Stanislau. There he became a member of Drużyny Strzeleckie, a semi-clandestine Polish national paramilitary organisation. He was soon promoted to the head of all Polish Scouting groups in the area. In 1913, Sosabowski was drafted into the Austro-Hungarian Army. After training, he was promoted to the rank of corporal, serving in the 58th Infantry Regiment. After the outbreak of World War I he fought with his unit against the Imperial Russian Army in the battles of Rzeszów, Dukla Pass and Gorlice. For his bravery, he was awarded several medals and promoted to first lieutenant. In 1915, he was badly wounded in action and withdrawn from the front. In November 1918, after Poland regained its independence Sosabowski volunteered for the newly formed Polish Army, but his wounds were still not healed and he was rejected as a front-line officer. Instead, he became a staff officer in the Ministry of War Affairs in Warsaw.

After the Polish-Soviet War Sosabowski was promoted to major and in 1922 he started his studies at the Higher Military School in Warsaw. After he finished his studies he was assigned to the Polish General Staff. Promoted to lieutenant colonel, in 1928 he was finally assigned to a front-line unit, the 75th Infantry Regiment, as commanding officer of a battalion. The following year he was assigned to the 3rd Podhale Rifles Regiment as its deputy commander. From 1930 he was also a professor of logistics at his alma mater. In 1937 Sosabowski was promoted to colonel and became the commanding officer of the 9th Polish Legions Infantry Regiment stationed in Zamość. In January 1939 he became the commander of the prestigious Warsaw-based 21st Infantry Regiment. According to the Polish mobilisation scheme, Sosabowski's regiment was attached to the 8th Infantry Division. Shortly before the German invasion of Poland started his unit was moved from its garrison in the Warsaw Citadel to the area of Ciechanów, where it was planned as a strategic reserve of the Modlin Army. On September 2nd, the division was moved towards Mława and in the early morning of the following day it entered combat in the Battle of Mława. Although the 21st Regiment managed to capture Przasnysz and its secondary objectives, the rest of the division was surrounded by the Wehrmacht and destroyed. After that Sosabowski ordered his troops to retreat towards Warsaw. Sosabowski was ordered to man the Grochów and the Kamionek defensive area and defend Praga, the eastern borough of Warsaw, against the German 10th Infantry Division. During the Siege of Warsaw the forces of Sosabowski were outmanned and outgunned, but managed to hold all their objectives. When the general assault on Praga started on September 16th, the 21st Infantry Regiment managed to repel the attacks of German 23rd Infantry Regiment and then successfully counter-attacked and destroyed the enemy unit. After this success, Sosabowski was assigned to command all Polish troops fighting in the area of Grochów. Despite constant bombardment and German attacks repeated every day, Sosabowski managed to hold his objectives at relatively low cost in manpower. On September 26th, 1939, the forces led by Sosabowski bloodily repelled the last German attack, but two days later Warsaw capitulated.

Following the Polish surrender, Sosabowski was made a prisoner of war and interned at a camp near Żyrardów. However, he escaped and remained in Warsaw under a false name, where he joined the Polish resistance. He was ordered to leave Poland and reached France to report on the situation in occupied Poland. After arriving in Paris, The Polish government in exile assigned him to the Polish 4th Infantry Division as the commanding officer. Initially, the French authorities were very reluctant to hand over the badly needed equipment and armament for the Polish unit. Sosabowski's soldiers had to train with pre-World War I weapons. In April 1940, the division was moved to a training camp in Parthenay and was finally handed the weapons awaited since January, but it was already too late to organise the division. Out of more than 11,000 soldiers, only 3,150 were given arms. By June 1940, Sosabowski with approximately 6,000 Polish soldiers arrived at La Pallice, whence they were evacuated to Great Britain. Upon his arrival in London, Sosabowski turned up at the Polish General Staff and was assigned to 4th Rifles Brigade that was to become a core of the future 4th Infantry Division. The unit was to be composed mainly of Polish Canadians, but it soon became apparent that there were not enough young Poles in Canada from which to create a division. Then, Sosabowski decided to transform his brigade into a Parachute Brigade, the first such unit in the Polish Army. The volunteers came from all the formations of the Polish Army. In Largo House in Fife, a training camp was built and the parachute training was started. Sosabowski himself passed the training and, at 49 years of age, made his first parachute jump. In October 1942 the Brigade was ready for combat and was named the 1st Independent Parachute Brigade. Since the Polish General Staff planned to use the Brigade to assist a national uprising in Poland, the soldiers of the 1st Polish Para were to be the first element of the Polish Army in Exile to reach their homeland. Hence the unofficial motto of the unit: by the shortest road (najkrótszą drogą).

In September 1943, Lieutenant-General Frederick Browning proposed that Sosabowski reform his unit into a division and fill the remaining posts with British troops. Sosabowski himself would be assigned to the newly formed division and promoted to general. However, Sosabowski refused. Nevertheless, on June 15th, 1944 he was promoted to Brigadier General. In early August 1944, news of the Warsaw Uprising arrived in Great Britain. The Brigade was ready to be dropped by parachute into Warsaw to aid their comrades from the underground Polish Home Army, who were fighting a desperate battle against overwhelming odds. However, the distance was too great for the transport aircraft to make a round trip and access to Soviet airfields was denied. The morale of the Polish troops suffered badly and many of the units verged on mutiny. The British staff threatened its Polish counterpart with disarmament of the Brigade, but Sosabowski retained control of his unit. Finally, Polish Commander in Chief Kazimierz Sosnkowski put the Brigade under British command, and the plan to send it to Warsaw was abandoned.

During the planning for Operation Market Garden, Sosabowski expressed serious concerns regarding the feasibility of the mission. Among Sosabowski's concerns were the poorly conceived drop zones at Arnhem, the long distances between the landing zones and Arnhem Bridge and that the area would contain a greater German presence than British intelligence believed. Despite Sosabowski's concerns and warnings from the Dutch Resistance that two SS Panzer Divisions were in the operations area, Market Garden proceeded as planned. The Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade was among the Allied forces taking part in Market Garden. Due to a shortage of transport aircraft, the brigade was split into several parts before being dropped into the battle. A small part of the brigade with Sosabowski was parachuted near Driel on September 19th, but the rest of the brigade arrived only on September 21st at the distant town of Grave, falling directly on the waiting guns of the Germans camped in the area. The brigade's artillery was dropped with the British 1st Airborne Division. Three times Sosabowski attempted to cross the Rhine to come to the assistance of the surrounded 1st Airborne Division. Unfortunately, the ferry they hoped to use had been sunk and the Poles attempting to cross the river in small rubber boats came under heavy fire. Even so, at least 200 men made it across the river and reinforced the embattled British paratroopers. Despite the difficult situation, at a staff meeting on September 24th, Sosabowski suggested that the battle could still be won. He proposed that the combined forces of XXX Corps, under Lieutenant-General Brian Horrocks, and the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade should start an all-out assault on the German positions and try to break through the Rhine. This plan was not accepted, and during the last phase of the battle, on 25th and 26th of September, Sosabowski led his men southwards, shielding the retreat of the remnants of the 1st Airborne Division. Casualties among the Polish units were high, approaching 40%. After the battle, on October 5th, 1944, Sosabowski received a letter from Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery, commander of the Anglo-Canadian 21st Army Group, describing the Polish soldiers as having fought bravely and offering awards to ten of his soldiers. However, on October 14th, 1944, Montgomery wrote another letter, this time to the British commanders, in which he scapegoated Sosabowski for the failure of Market Garden. Sosabowski was accused of criticizing Montgomery, and the Polish General Staff was forced to remove him as the commanding officer of his brigade on December 27th, 1944.

Sosabowski was eventually made the commander of rearguard troops and was demobilized in July 1948. Shortly after the war Sosabowski succeeded in evacuating his wife and only son from Poland. Like many other Polish wartime officers and soldiers who were unable to return to Communist Poland on pain of repercussions including death or disappearance, he settled in West London. He found a job as a factory worker at the CAV Electrics assembly plant in Acton.He died in London on September 25th, 1967. In 1969, Sosabowski's remains were returned to Poland, where he was reinterred at Powązki Military Cemetery in Warsaw. In The Hague, on May 31st, 2006, Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands awarded the Military Order of William to the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade. The brigade's commander, Sosabowski, was posthumously awarded the "Bronze Lion". On June 1st, a ceremony was held at Driel, the town where the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade fought. Among the speakers at the ceremony were the mayor of Overbetuwe, as well as Sosabowski's grandson and great-grandson. Sosabowski was portrayed by Gene Hackman in the 1977 war film A Bridge Too Far. In the summer of 2012 1st Airborne Major Tony Hibbert made a video appeal for Sosabowski to be pardoned and honoured.

[bloodyshadow1]

I hate the people who say the final battle in Ragenarok was too easy. It wasn't easy, it was a hard battle, but the Bad Kids/Intrepid Heroes did everything right.

There were 8 combatants on the field at the start. 6 of the rat grinders, who had low health but the high level abilities of their classes, and 1 high level full PC, and 1 high level paladin/barbarian multiclass with resistance to everything, legendary actions and resistances, who could deal force damage.

On the Bad Kids side, they were level 14 who had just gone through a battle that exhausted a lot of resources, Fig and Fabian used a couple of spells and bardics and their limited amount of spells, Gorgug used a couple of his rages, Adaine used all of her portents and a bunch of spells, and between ice feast, healing, and removing levels of exhaustion, Kristen and K2 were love on spells. Riz was the only one who was looking pretty decent because he can use sneak attack all day, and even he used one of his 2 3rd level spells.

They were smart though, they Ice Feast was a broken ability for the final battle that Brennan didn't think through when he home brewed it for Ally. Not only did it block Porter's stun which would have been devastating, it made them immune to fire damage on a map with a lot of lava. He didn't think it through and the Intrepid Heroes used it to full effect. Still, it was good for them, but Ice Feast is still just a reskin of Heroes feast with better options but more detrimental effects.

As for the battle itself, the Bad Kids played it smart, it was only due to good initiative rolls that they managed to stomp the rat grinders so hard in the first round. If Oisin got a chance to go, if Mary Ann was outside the range of slow, things would have been different since they had low stats, but level 20 abilities and spells could have wreaked the Bad Kids. It wasn't an easy fight, but it was a fight with an intentional purpose, the Bad Kids are good at being adventurers while the Rat Grinders took the easy way out and showed the different between being powerful and being strong. They took out the primary caster first as you should do in big pc vs pc battles like this, they made sure to target groupings of enemies with AOEs and crowd control, they made sure to support each other and disrupt their enemies support. It wasn't easy, but they are good at dnd so they made it look easy.

I've seen people say, 'Brennan should have x' and no he shouldn't have. He created a hard combat encounter, but his players did everything right this season, a DM shouldn't punish or railroad their players just because their players are good at the game. No, the players stop the big bad from being released so they don't have to fight them, the DM shouldn't just make the Ancient God break through the bindings just because they planned for that encounter. The players won before it started and they should be rewarded for that.

'the rat grinders should have had a back up plan.' The Rat Grinders did have a backup plan. The initial plan to get Kipperlily fairly elected failed, and the back up plan, when that didn't work, the backup plan was to get Kristen expelled so she couldn't run. When that didn't work they sent the Bad Kids, their allies, and anyone who would vote for Kristen into the sky, flew them miles away, and sicced a horde of dragons and a goddess on them to kill them or at the very least get them out of their hair for 1 night so their plan could work. The Bad Kids beat their plans every time so no, there was no reason to have a 4th backup plan in the final battle. Brennan is a good DM, he didn't make the Rat Grinders and Porter's plan work because it was stopped before it started with the fake goddess name. He didn't punish his players for being good at the game and their strategy is great.

Things could have gone so differently with a slight change or a big change. If Fig didnt' decide to try and be a paladin on a whim, things would have been completely different, they wouldn't have had a connection with Ankarna. If Adaine didn't take Legend Lore they wouldn't have found out about Porter, maybe they would have still gotten the background on Ankarna, but not about his family revealing the Big Bad early on. If they chose to do something else with the power they got from the pride armor, they wouldnt' have the gem to free Bakur or save Lydia meaning no back up in the final fight. What if Gorgug rolled lower on one of his artificer tracks, they might not have passed the last stand. What if Fabian choose to keep pursing Ivy instead of Mazey, would have have been killed by the Rat Grinders or would Mazey have been compelled to their side if he didn't try and romance her. If Riz ran for president instead of Kristen would he have been less stressed or more inclined to focus on that instead of mystery his true love. What if Kristen didn't eat the eye of the Vulture king at the right time and catch Kipperlily about to murder Gavin forcing her to change her target to Buddy.

And it worked against them too. What If Fig didn't inspire Cassandra and knock her out leading her to become the Nightmare King again? What if Adaine didn't counterspell Grix's disintegrate on Ruben, he might have been a pile of dust that would have been hard to impossible to bring back to life disrupting the Rat Grinder's plan. What if Kristen decided to not get upset at Cassandra forcing the Goddess to recreate Kalina. What if Adaine didn't say Ankarna's name outloud the first time she saw it? What if Fig didn't make the deal to have a second chance sealing the Night Yorb? What if Riz and Gorgug did relationship tracks with their families making it harder to do their other tracks. What if Fabian cleaned his house even once and got rid of the pingpong balls that Oisin enchanted to screw them over. What if Riz had time to focus on mystery from the start instead of running Kristen's campaign for her and taking more stress.

There were so many times that things could have gone so much better or so much worse, but that's what the game is. There is no script that says the good guys have to keep losing until they win. It's decisions and dice, luck and wits that make the game. It was a very hard season, the battles were very hard, just because they made the right decisions to make things easier on themselves doesn't change that. It doesn't make the season bad. You're welcome to not like it, but nothing about it was easy and people shouldn't pretend like it was because they don't like it

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VizuL: an adventure in nice colors

Mirtilo is a very troubled guy. One morning, they left home nearly without a trace, looking for their missing parents. Coincidentally, Mirtilo's cousin, Garoa, would pay her beloved relatives a visit moments later! Nobody was home, though. Come along this whimsical, colorful adventure with the two cousins seeking answers at each's own pace.

this is the game development blog for VizuL, an upcoming indie adventure and action game with bosses that conjure projectiles. there's also a story mode in which boss battles are choice-based.

there are two playable characters, Mirtilo (they/it) and Garoa (she/her) and there are different abilities, attacks and dialogue for both characters. the story is linear.

i am the main artist and only musician. the writing is in the hands of other few people beside me.

this game will tackle themes that are deeply personal to me, and can be read as basically a big piece of vent art. but the demo should be tamer and it'll go up to the 3rd stage.

by following this blog, you can keep up with not only updates, but every friday i launch an activity called #Vizul Viernes in which my followers reblog Vizul related posts such as art or screenshots.

you can also keep up with updates by joining VizuL 🌅 Studio, a discord server dedicated not only to VizuL and its updates, but also a music composer community where we hope to collab with one another!

join me, thank you so much for reading!

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So I've been reading up on the Dimensional Nexus Encyclopedia, and found some wild stuff in there I gotta infodump about.

First of all, did you know the name is wrong? It's not interdimensional at all! We're moving in space, not through different dimensions.

It turns out we're in one of those looping cosmologies where the whole universe just repeats if you go far enough. It's safely outside our normal light cone, so you'd never be able to tell normally, but that's what the Dimensional Nexus is for.

So the universe is the Prime Earth , and then if you go a couple hundred billion light years in any cardinal* direction, you'll find another Earth. But because of quantum effects, there's slight differences, and the farther from Prime Earth you get, the more slight differences compound on each other, and you end up with worlds that seem stranger and stranger.

And the "local group" is just the 258 Earth's closest to Prime (well, 257 + valentine) , as they're close enough to have humans on them. Past that, you get to dead worlds: there's an earth, it might have life on it, but there's no humans.

Most of these that have been surveyed have zero evidence of there ever having been humans on them, but there's a few that have human artifacts but no living humans. None of these seem to have died in recent memory, ie there's no nuclear winter planets, and the most recent one we see has humanity mostly dying out in the 3rd century PCE, and struggling along until the 11th century PCE when they finally go extinct. It's supposed (but unproven) that many of the artifactless dead worlds are just worlds where humanity (or the entire biosphere) died out so long ago that we can't find any surviving evidence of humanity, but they still did exist in some way.

Past them you get to Missing Worlds : there's no Earth there. You show up in the right position and there's just empty space. A few probes have been dropped in those worlds, and they have completely different solar systems (although one of them (loneluna) seems to have the same solar system, down to the moon still being in roughly the same orbit around the sun... But no Earth. That one is described by 9 out of 10 scientists as "creepy")

Anyway... So the Dimensional Nexus is run by the Prime universe but did you know they didn't discover the tech? It was actually the Bet world that first deployed multiversal travel tech. The Prime verse spotted it immediately and they ended up working together, because at the time Prime was researching the same stuff, they were just slightly behind. I've written about that contact before, in a world of friends.

Prime just ended up being the universe that set of the Dimensional Nexus. As we're always having to tell people, we're not the "space police", we're researchers. The primary goal of the Dimensional Nexus is to learn more about what universes exist and how things are going on them, because of the extreme risk of a war using this technology.

A properly equipped army could transport itself into your city. Sure you can use the DN tech to detect that invasion, but at that point it's already over, you've lost. They have commandos in the presidential mansion and soldiers occupying every street corner. Any attempted resistance would be bloody and short-lived.

So yeah, Prime was like "we gotta make sure there's not a Nazi Earth out there invading the multiverse". They teamed up with Bet and started the Dimensional Nexus to find out if they need to protect themselves and, if they do, how the fuck they do that.

The latter hasn't been promising. If we're not willing to take extreme measures like hiding off-earth and reshaping the planet to be a trap to travelers, about the only action you can take is "preemptive attack". You kill them before they have a chance to attack you. Like that old metaphor for interstellar war, it's hide and seek with missile launchers. As soon as you spot another 'verse with DN tech, you kill them before they kill you. Nasty warfare.

But the former has been promising. We've got no nazis worlds. The world's are all different in small to big ways, but none of them seem to be either:

1. Run by expansive fascist empires, or

2. on the verge of discovering DN tech

So the Dimensional Nexus is mainly watching and waiting and studying. We're trying to better understand how and why the different Earths are different, and we're keeping an eye on any scientists experimenting with doing a neutrino slingshot through neutron stars.

We also do a lot of death earth exploration these days. Up until '74 when valentine was discovered, we we're pretty sure there were only 257 worlds. valentine is in some kind of island of stability out in the dead worlds, and we don't know if that's because of the unique time shot going on, or if that's coincidental.

There is a bit of tendency for the current year on an Earth to be farther back from the Prime present, the further they are from Prime, but it's usually only a few decades at most, and even that wouldn't correctly describe valentine. They're in the 20s (ish: their timeline went chaotic so time tends to move sideways, not forward) but with how far out they are they should only be in like the 1980s.

Anyway the discovery of valentine changed things: we though there were no living worlds in the dead zone, turns out there's at least one, so now we gotta make sure there's not two. Thus all the exploring. We don't want to find out there's at least two worlds in the dead zone, valentine and jetpackhitler.

So yeah! Over the last 30 years since the Gravekeeper Mission started, we've cataloged about 78% of the dead worlds. We'll be done in another 10 years, and then the only worry is from something in the Missing Zone.

Oh for the record, your world (the reader) is 91verse. That's one of the middle earths (NO LOTR JOKES) where you're weird but not too weird. Like, you've still got dogs and English and capitalism, while the edgeworlds might not. (that time/distance thing is why it's still 2024 PCE for y'all, instead of 2118 PCE)

Also someone had asked about a previous post I made (indirectly. No computers in the Nexus, thanks to the temporal flux) how I knew some information: did I really go to Belgium and ask around until I found Ariana Grande on a farm with her husband?

No, of course not. I used our surveillance tech. One of the main things that's been done to watch for potential rivals in the DN tech arms race is build a lot of ways to spy on people in other universes. And specifically one major area of effort is doing cross-universe matching: you pick someone in one universe and find that identical person in other universes.

That way if there's some genius scientist in one world who has some neutrino-slingshot theories, we can quickly look them up in other universes to make sure they're not doing the same there. And it's very commonly misused by fools like me to see what a celebrity from this world is doing in others. It's always funny to look up the president or the best paid actor and find there's a universe where they instead are a kindergarten teacher.

It's a bit of a privacy invasion but the Dimensional Nexus is already the biggest privacy invasion in the multiverse (a term we still use despite it being wrong: there's only one universe!), and it's justified by those in charge that it's the only way to prevent an unwinnable DN war. We either invade everybody or we spy on everybody to make sure they don't invade everybody. Yeah. I'm just here for fieldwork, if you have a problem with it talk to the politicians who set up this thing.

Final fun fact: when the Dimension Nexus was set up, it was representatives of 5 earths: Prime, Bet, john1135, carshop, and blacksky. Because those are some of the first universes found, they're very similar... Right down to their leaders.

So there's 5 signatures on the declaration and THREE OF THEM are PM Thiers!

You should see the photo. It looks like a set of triplets setting up the worst boy band imaginable. (I can't sent the image with this post because of the no-computers thing)

* I do not have nearly enough time to explain what "cardinal" means in terms of multiversal geometry.

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question if there was a season 3 rc9gn what could it be if season 3 could come out

I doubt that in the supposed 3rd season the writers will suddenly go into something serious. I'm sure that the meeting of people responsible for scenarios looks something like this: Man 1: we need a script for season 3. Tell me the best ideas you have Man 2: maybe we can talk about Randy's experiences? About other ninjas, how the chaos pearls appeared and.. Man 1: who let him in here? I'm telling you we need the BEST ideas. And you're fired Man 3: fart jokes Man 1: brilliant! Give this guy the entire budget, we have an unrecognized genius here! Man 3: *burps* Man 1: I'll name my son after you

I imagine the following development of events:

The season will begin with Randy's ego soaring to unprecedented heights after defeating an enemy that has terrorized the city for 800 years. And with this behavior he will irritate not only Howard, but also Nomicon, listening to the same thing every day several times a day will eventually irritate even the magic book, he will grow his eyes on purpose to roll them. He will start saying something like "if you continue to behave so carelessly, you will not notice how the enemy sneaks up" which Randy will shamelessly ignore and as a result, as Nomicon warned, he will screw up somewhere and endanger others and this will still manifest itself in the near future.

It is logical that the Sorceress will take the niche of the Sorcerer. She has already escaped from the world of shadows at least twice and nothing holds her back. But she is more careful and cunning than the Sorcerer, attacking into the breach is risky (especially after defeating her ex), so she will sit somewhere or will plot while remaining in the Land of Shadows. Let's assume that like the Sorcerer, her good side also separated from her, which she chained and hid, but it was nowhere to be found in the shadow world, so it is possible that she is in one of the remaining 8 worlds. And I think after all this, she will hide the good version more securely (and I wonder if it is possible to simply kill her? If so, then this would make her task much easier. But most likely they are connected, that while one is alive, the other will not die, etc.)

And it is not necessary to defeat her so that the next ninja have an opponent, she can also be sealed or given a new one. Perhaps, in addition to the green and purple chaos pearls, there are other colors, perhaps there are as many of them as there are worlds, who knows.

Viceroy and McFist will again become villains, they are too good a comedy-villain duo to simply put them aside. But why would they attack the ninja if the Sorcerer is no longer there? Therefore, we use the point above. This time their boss will be the Sorceress, there are 3 options why they will listen to her - manipulation, promises like last time or threats, or all together. She can threaten to harm McFist's wife, which he will not allow And perhaps they will tell about his probable conflict with the past ninja (I have a headcanon that when he studied at the Norisville school, the then ninja somehow annoyed him, because of which he so willingly agreed to the sorcerer's proposal) And after so much time, the offense still remains

Since Theresa was shown as a mutual love interest of Randy - then they should devote time to her and her interaction with Randy. Otherwise, in her current state, she is at the level of talking curtains. I understand that this show is a comedy-action movie and not a romance, but at least it will not be such a difficult task to write her between the lines. Here's my idea for how to fit her plot: so that Theresa would have more opportunity to spend time among the main characters - she should learn the secret of the ninja at some point. (for example, at the beginning of the season When Randy didn't notice anything beyond his nose drunk with his triumph) Of course by accident, and instead of revealing the secret she began to cover for him like Howard. She should earn the opportunity to keep these memories, save the situation by proving to Nomi that she can be trusted. (It seems that Amanda's love magic only worked on guys, you can play this situation) so from the company of 2 idiots and 1 sane person in the person of Nomi, there will be 2 idiots and 2 sane people

I REALLY WANT to be given more information about the Norisu Clan, at least show the silhouettes (I made several designs of the First's brothers for myself, maybe I'll post them someday) (and I would really like more interactions between Randy and First. The trope where a tired adult almost adopts a hyperactive child will sell me almost everything) And at the same time, I don't want to be given out a lot of information about Creep, he suits the role of a mysterious guy who knows much more than you can imagine.

We have already been shown several mask modes: fire, Halloween and ice (from the game). Most likely there are other versions that are not limited to the elements (he has a bomb with bees, it seems there are no rules at all), for example, a lightning or stench mode (yes, don't pretend that the authors won't do this) and new types of magic from weapons or expanded hidden settings of old ones.

BUT most likely most of this will not be written into the plot, freeing up all the screen time for toilet humor…..