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mv1simp · 9 months ago

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Into You ♥️

Max Verstappen x Redbull Engineer! Reader

Oh baby, look what you've started, the temperature's rising and is this gonna happen? (Been waitin' and waitin' for you to make a move)

At 27, you've just been promoted to the role of Redbull's race engineer - a very impressive feat in motorsport for a young woman. There's just one issue though - you secretly had a massive crush on the driver you're meant to be guiding, Max Verstappen. Will you make it through the season before he catches on? (You hope so because goddamn, the HR team were a nightmare to deal with.)

Content includes: fluff, humour, Max and reader are simps for each other, sexual tension, pining, drunk confessions, 3.2k WC

Recently, you'd started having some issues at work. Okay, gun to your head, you'll admit it was more like a single issue - in the shape of a very attractive, 6 foot Dutch racing driver who occasionally had problems with anger management. Sure, it didn’t sound that bad, in fact, someone else would just sit back and enjoy the eye candy the F1 paddock provided! But to truly appreciate the full depth of your embarrassing problem, one needed to unpack all the lore behind it.

After graduating from a prestigious mechanical engineering master's program, you'd been ecstatic about getting to intern at Redbull's F1 racing team, department of aerodynamic design. You'd started working at the company at a very good time, because later that year, their top driver Max Verstappen claims his first WDC at age 24 - only 6 months your junior. A very impressive feat for such a young age - as you admire him from a distance in the garage workshop. And, super hot too, you thought cheekily, whoever wifed him up was sure to be a lucky woman.

Your own hard work hadn't gone unnoticed, and many higher-ups and sponsors alike were curious to see the team who had been behind the championship winning changes to the Redbull car. You'd risen very quickly in the ranks, from intern to permanent technical engineer and then last year to to the innovative research & development department, now involved directly with calling the big shots for what each version of the car would look like and coming face to face with Max for the first time in your career with Redbull.

Unlike the other drivers, Max was genuinely curious about your design process. The way he asked questions, thoughtfully listened to your long explanations and then would give you direct feedback about the exact issues he would have in the trial runs had made you flustered, especially from the full intensity of his blue eyes. No, seriously though, Shakespeare himself would have written poetry if he'd gazed into them. The TikTok creators certainly seem to agree, with all their ocean eyes edits. Not that you had any saved. Anyways, moving on-

You were on the quieter side but Max seemed to know just how to get through to you. It meant that your team had been able to design the most dominating car in F1 history - the RB23, and paired with Max Verstappen it was an unstoppable force, almost like you made it just for me, Max had said, smiling gorgeously at you like some GQ Sports model. You stared back at him incredulously, banana choc chip muffin halfway to your mouth, cause who the hell woke up looking like that, you two were wearing identical Redbull shirts but his looked like it had been personally tailored to fit that broad muscular chest and yours was giving oversized trash bag??

Honestly, you'd hoped that working in closer proximity would humanise him more and you'd lose this silly crush of yours the moment you saw him do some icky rich white boy move. Like maybe he’d donate to Donald Trump's anti vaccine campaign or say guys 🥺 Can’t go to Ibiza this weekend the yacht staff had an emergency, got caught in some Gulf war zone or something? Idk

But when he had knocked on your apartment door when you hadn't shown up to work in two days, and found you crying because your childhood dog had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer across the other side of the world and saying I’m sorry, I know it’s not that big of a deal, I’ll come back tomorrow I promise-

And instead of laughing like you’d expected, he’d cut you off, told you to pack a bag and then driven you all the way to his personal jet. You looked into his beautiful blue eyes while he earnestly begged you to use it so you could make it in time to say goodbye to your Arlo before your parents put him down tonight. And that’s when you realised you were doomed to be hopelessly in love with the younger man. (But also, you had a serious discussion with him about the extreme greenhouse gas emissions from private jet fuel use, we only had one planet, you would be happy to just fly first class instead-)

But when your mentor Newey announced his plans to leave Redbull this year, you had planned on following him - making the exec panic at the thought of losing two of their crucial engineers. They frantically thrown random promotions at you, praying one would stick - and Redbull twitter fans breathed a sigh of relief when you took interest in the role of race engineer and stayed in the company.

You'd been excited about becoming one of Checo's engineers, having trained under the current one for the last few months. But to your horror, one day you arrived on the paddock only to be promptly sat down at a meeting along with the two drivers and be informed that they'd had to switch some things around, GP had an emergency to attend and could you pretty please fill in for the role of Max's race engineer this weekend-

NOPE. You'd announced, standing up and slamming your hands on the table, then realising that might be a touch overdramatic as everyone questioningly looked at you. Why not? Christian Horner demanded suspiciously.

Um, because he's super hot, you fool?! How is a girl meant to focus with him whispering track feels really wet today in her headphones? Were the years of self control to just admire from a distance like a loser and not jeopardise your career just a joke to him?? You don’t blink as your boss stared you down, hoping he could pick up on the thoughts that you’re trying to telepathically communicate. The table remained silent, only interrupted by the noisy slurping of Checo's boba tea. You quickly changed tactics - well, Verstappen is the winning champion, he needs an engineer who has experience working alongside him during the race-

Alas, the object of your affections threw a well intended wrench in your escape plans by adding that you were the perfect person, then, since you'd worked together for years and understood his communication style. Unless - he paused, flashing those deadly baby blues at you - unless the issue is you don't want to work with me?

You'd lasted all of three seconds under his hurt gaze before admitting defeat and accepting the role, slumping down next to him and desperately praying you'd wake up a lesbian tomorrow morning. Max continued to sneak long glances at you through the meeting, leaning around you to grab a pen and then his phone and making you jump each time his strong arm wrapped around your small frame. Across the table, Checo thoughtfully chewed on his boba as he watched you two curiously. Ah, young love.

And to no one's surprise the pair of you had made a flawless team, you expertly guiding Max as your engineer instincts took over and him actually listening to your helpful instructions without his usual aggression over the radio. And so when GP announced that his 1 week emergency was now going to be a 6 month break, sorry! - it had been all too easy for Christian Horner to bestow the honour of being Max's primary engineer onto you.

So now, here you sat, before your 4th race with Max, grimly looking on with your chin propped onto interlaced fingers, preparing yourself for his deep, sexy voice that was going to be purring in your ears very soon. The very voice that had become a recurring theme in the dreams you'd been having lately, that and also how he would bite those thick lips of his when he'd stare at you, with his cute little freckle on his top lip-

Why do you look like you're about to go to war, your intern asks bluntly, putting an end to your illicit thoughts and delivering you your triple chocolate caramel frap. Because I am, you hissed, sculling the whole thing in one go. She smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. Was this to do with how categorically down bad you are for your precious Maxie?

You proceeded to inform her that if she ever brought up how you'd drunkedly referred to him that one time, you'd have no problem abusing your authority to shaft her on tire service duty for a week. She wisely chose to leave you be in peace, taking your empty cup as she went.

Taking some meditative breaths, you focus on thinking about unsexy things. Like the hydraulics system of the current car needing to be redesigned to better incorporate-

Your thoughts are cut off a second time as another cup is deposited in front of you, this time by none other than Max himself, who's thoughtfully brought you a triple chocolate caramel frap. You stutter out your thanks, not daring to touch more caffeine currently as you already had sweaty palpitations at the sight of him looking so big and muscled in his slutty tight fireproofs. Dear God, had he no shame? They needed to bring back the Victorian era and cover him up, he was going to distract everyone (mainly you.) He frowns slightly, leaning down to your height, and informs you that you didn't have to call him Verstappen, you know, Max is fine-

Wow. And then what would come next? Maxie? And then you asking him for his hand in marriage? No, no, absolutely not - you needed to maintain strict professional boundaries or risk him catching onto your massive crush and promptly be fired. You politely informed him that for the sake of public decorum and the rabid fangirls that were watching your every move as a young female engineer in proximity to their favourite drivers, that you would refer to him as Verstappen, or Mr. Verstappen if he preferred a more formal title?

He'd pouted those lush lips of his and reluctantly agreed that just Verstappen was okay, he supposed. But he much preferred hearing you call him Max, at least when there were no cameras around? What you had done in your past life to now be forced to resist such temptation, you would never know.

So the season went on, you two continuing to be a smashing success and a very popular internet pairing. Not that you'd been paying that much attention! Just a saved TikTok edit here and there of the time Max had called you schatje over the radio after blowing up about a tire malfunction. He’d then sweetly apologised the next lap when you remained unfazed and told him to sort his shit out, babes, Leclerc was right up his ass with a tire and DRS malfunction, yeah? (Twitter had gone crazy. Who knew Max Verstappen responded so well to a 5 foot, slightly older woman giving him orders over the team radio?! You’d instantly been accepted as a replacement for the beloved GP, original gentle domTM to the Dutch driver.)

And perhaps another saved edit of the time he had protectively held you in those big, strong arms of his, guiding your tiny figure through a massive media-frenzied crowd and whispered reassurances in your ear when you couldn’t breathe properly. Or the time he’d bitten a reporter’s head off with the ferocity of a lion after he suggested that as the first female race engineer, you’d acquired your new job through your…feminine wiles.

And maybe just one of when the PR team had made you do one of those ridiculous hot lap videos with him after seeing the online response, and he'd laughed as you screamed out of fear for your life when he cruised at a cool 200km/hr. The aftermath had been brutal, as you weakly stumble out and almost fall flat on your face, only for him to easily pick you up, carrying you bridal style back towards the garage (Truly, this right here was proof God sent his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers.)

Nearing the end of the 6 month stint, when GP was due back in to resume his role as Max's race engineer, the Redbull team had decided to take a well deserved weekend trip to Verona, Italy. You’d suspiciously looked at your intern, asking why she’d selected the romantic setting of Romeo & Juliet of all places, to which she replied that just cause you’d chosen to cockblock yourself for eternity with a crush on your coworker the millionaire F1 driver, didn’t mean the rest of them couldn’t get some. Valid point, so you shut up.

So now, here you are, sitting in a romantically lit corner of a cute Italian vineyard with a small group from the engineering division, sloshed after a bottle of red wine and asking them be real, be real, you're telling me none of you have been checked out Max's ass in his fireproofs? Lies.

Across the courtyard, Lando is currently extremely unimpressed with his good friend, 3 time Championship winning, and general terror on the track Max Verstappen. That is because said friend has decided, rather pathetically, to lie on the cobblestone and drunkedly ask the stars why fate was so cruel. Seriously mate, Lando sighs, all this over a silly insta post?

Excuse you, it’s not just any insta post! Max had protested, baby tears in his eyes and face flushed from the four G&Ts he’d drunk. Pulling out his phone, he shows Lando the damning evidence of the pictures you'd uploaded from the group trip with your engineering friends. Look. LOOK. His arm is around her and she used a Lana Del Ray lyric in the caption. Do you have any idea what this means?

The Brit has to resist rolling his eyes at the melodrama unfolding in front of him. The Dutchman continues, never one to miss a chance to maxplain - as he details how it had taken him a a whole 2 months to get him to call you by his first name, and then another 2 months before you'd told him your favourite song was Summertime Sadness, and that even now if he hugged you to celebrate a win you would look like you were about to throw up and furiously speed walk away.

Lando is seriously regretting tagging along to the Redbull trip instead of Carlos's invitation to Mallorca. It was bad enough that the whole train ride Max had been on the phone begging GP to take another 6 month break so that you'd continue to be his engineer, but Lando has had his limit with this simpy pining. Taking his phone out as the maxplaining continued in the background, he shoots a text to your intern, who immediately replies, and within minutes the pair of them have hatched a conniving plan to dump you lovesick fools together while the rest of them make their way into town.

And that’s how you and Max find yourself locked inside the upstairs wine cellar, having been separately tricked with various promises from your scheming friends - only to hear the door click behind you and turn to find each other. It's very romantic and all, soft candlelight and bottles of luxurious Italian wine and a shining full moon visible from the terracotta balcony. Someone had even generously left a speaker in the courtyard, with Lana Del Ray's melodic voice rising upto the second floor. Basically, the worst nightmare for your self control as you prayed for inner strength and avoid looking into Max's dreamy blue eyes. This was definitely some twisted beyond the grave revenge from Shakespeare for you saying he'd write poetry about a F1 driver’s eyes.

Max, though, is all too happy to come right over to you with another freshly opened bottle of wine, drunk and flushed and having zero inhibitions about pulling you into his warm side with a strong arm. You're too buzzed to resist, letting yourself fall against his chest to hear his soothing heartbeat and rest a palm against his hard abs, just this once (The real thing was even better than what you'd imagined.)

You're both laughing and giggling then, hearts full, reminiscing about the season together, the inside jokes on the radio, the side eyes to each other when Horner got too wound up at a meeting, and oh did you hear that the McLaren tireboy was hooking up with the Mercedes oilchecker?

And then your eyes meet his and your homegirl Lana starts singing dear lord when I get to heaven, please let me bring my man (real) and Max is softly brushing your cheek, leaning down as your heated gazes flit to each other's lips-

NOPE! you force yourself to declare, dramatically leaving his arms and contemplating if you could land the jump from the 2nd floor balcony. The Italian wine has made Max demanding though, as he doesn't let you go, grabbing your hand to pull you back like he was Anthony goddamn Bridgerton and wanting to know Why not, was he just imagining the chemistry, did you not find him hot or?

You'd gaped at him. Not hot? Apparently the Italian wine had gotten to you too because you didn't hold back, launching into a tirade of how no, Max, the issue was actually that he was too hot for his own good and did he even know how unfair it had been to be his engineer, pure torture really, you were sure the American military would be adding it to their interrogation tactics. As if it hadn't been bad enough to crush on him from a distance for years but then have to resist falling for him every time you saw him? So, no, you couldn't just give him a casual drunk kiss because you were in love with him!

Max stares at you, initially smug that you apparently found him so irresistibly good looking, but now completely bewildered when you finished ranting. You think - he swallowed. You think that this is just casual? Cause I- cause I'm drunk?

At your nod, he launches into his own maxplaination, brows furrowed, demanding to know how on earth you could think it was just casual, what about when he diligently showed up to every meeting with a banana choc muffin and caramel frappe and his hoodie for you to wear on the chilly mornings, or when he brought two Lana Del Ray VIP tickets the very same day you'd told him you liked her, or when he'd literally called you darling in Dutch over the team radio for the whole world to hear, or how he even sold his private jet and only jetpooled with the others since you told him off?! Seriously, even that old crone Helmut had asked him when you two were going to hard launch!

Your doe eyes go wider and wider at each statement, a pretty flush taking over your own face as your mind boggles at the realisation that apparently, the love of your life felt just as deeply about you. Stuttering, you try to formulate a reply - only to come up with Oh, well, I, uh - you sold your jet? For me?

Max rolls his eyes, but there's nothing except pure adoration on his face as he pulls you back into his warm chest, grinning down at you when you eagerly wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Yes, schat, he murmurs gently, the cutest blush painting his cheeks. Because I love you, too. And this time you don't pull away when he finally, finally leans down and meets your lips in a passionate kiss, enjoying the sweet moans he draws out of you as he showcases his numerous talents off the track.

Somewhere, in the middle of a Verona nightclub, your intern gives Lando Norris a firm handshake. Pleasure doing business with you.

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A/N: A lil sweet fluff for me, this is actually my first fluff piece i think ahaha i've only written like 8 smut pieces in a row!! Hope you enjoyed 💖 and PS thank you ALL for the requests you’ve been sending, been getting them and will work thru them just have a few projects I’m cookin up for u guys hehe xx

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elladreams · 9 months ago

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The Perfect Setup (Zandvoort) // LN4

summary: Zandvoort '24. A young engineering prodigy, recruited by McLaren to solve complex F1 challenges, grapples with media scrutiny and an undeniable chemistry with driver Lando Norris. As tensions rise during a crucial race, they must balance professional duty with their growing personal connection.

warnings: she/her reader, smut (18+), unprotected (shower 😳) sex, size kink.

words: 6.9K

The roar of engines filled the air, a symphony of power and precision that reverberated through the paddock. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline mixed with the salty breeze from the nearby coast, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that signaled another race was about to begin. The McLaren garage was a hive of activity—mechanics making last-minute adjustments, engineers poring over data, and drivers mentally preparing for the challenge ahead. Amidst the controlled chaos, you stood, a pillar of calm in a world of speed.

You have always stood out, a prodigy in a field where experience often outweighed talent. But here you were, at the heart of one of the most prestigious teams in Formula 1, your hands and mind guiding the finely-tuned machinery that could make or break a race. At just twenty-two, you were already a respected figure in the paddock, known for your brilliance in engineering and your unyielding dedication to the sport.

Your family had sacrificed so much to help you reach your potential. You were always miles ahead of the other kids. While they were playing with dolls or video games, you were more interested in how those things worked. At six years old, you were already taking apart remote control cars, not to play with them, but to understand the intricate systems that made them move. By the time you were ten, you were building small engines from scratch, fascinated by the power and precision of mechanical systems.

Your parents quickly realized they had a prodigy on their hands. They encouraged your curiosity, enrolling you in expensive science and engineering programs meant for kids much older than you. You thrived in these environments, always eager to learn more, to push the boundaries of what you could create. By the time you were a teenager, you had already won several national engineering competitions, earning a reputation as a young genius in the world of mechanics.

When you first discovered Formula 1, everything changed. The speed, the technology, the sheer complexity of the cars—it captivated you like nothing else. You devoured everything you could find about F1 engineering, learning about aerodynamics, power units, and the delicate balance between speed and control. While other teenage girls were dreaming of prom dresses and much older boyfriends , you were dreaming of being in the garage, fine-tuning the machines that drove the world of motorsport.

Your parents knew that pursuing a career in F1 was a long shot, especially for a young woman, but they supported you every step of the way. They worked multiple jobs and sacrificed their own dreams so that you could chase yours.

Thankfully, your talent didn’t go unnoticed. By the time you were 16, you had caught the attention of several top engineers in the F1 world, earning an internship with Mercedes. You quickly made a name for yourself as a technical genius, capable of understanding and improving complex systems that seasoned engineers struggled with. The paddock buzzed with stories of the young girl who was instrumental in Mercedes' dominance.

With your newfound fame came an onslaught of media attention. Reporters from major news outlets were relentless, hounding you for interviews and prying into every aspect of your life. They asked invasive questions about your personal relationships, sought your opinions on the sport's latest controversies, and even pressed you to address misogynistic rumors linking you romantically with certain drivers. The spotlight, once a place of professional pride, had become a battlefield where your every word was scrutinized, and your achievements were often overshadowed by baseless gossip.

Zak Brown fought tooth and nail to bring you to McLaren, recognizing that you were the missing piece they needed to conquer the new regulations. When it became clear that the team was struggling to master the latest specifications, he knew they needed someone with your unique blend of technical expertise and innovative thinking. Zak saw in you a mind that could bridge the gap between theory and practice, someone who could not only understand the intricacies of the new rules but also translate them into real-world performance on the track.

But today, on the day of Max Verstappen's home race, there was an unmistakable charge in the air—tensions were higher, the stakes more personal. It wasn’t just another race; it was a proving ground, not only for the car but for you, the team, and especially for the driver who had become both your greatest challenge and your fiercest ally: Lando Norris.

Lando, the young, fiercely talented star of McLaren, had a natural charm that made him a media darling, but it was his relentless drive to win that truly defined him. From the moment you joined the team, your relationship with Lando had been anything but smooth. Your strong wills collided over every detail, every decision. He saw you as a nuisance, someone who constantly questioned his instincts and pushed him beyond his comfort zone. To you, Lando was stubborn, even arrogant at times—a driver who needed to understand that perfection on the track wasn't just about raw talent but about achieving the perfect synergy between man and machine. And today, that’s exactly what you were trying to achieve.

Standing in the garage, you reviewed the data on your tablet for what felt like the hundredth time. You had pulled an all-nighter, fine-tuning an experimental setup that you believed could give Lando the edge he needed on this notoriously challenging circuit. But convincing him to trust your untested approach was another matter.

Lando stormed into the garage, the top part of his race suit hanging low on his hips revealing his fire proofs, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, glancing at the setup specs displayed on the screen. “This is what you’ve been working on all night?”

“Yes,” you replied, meeting his gaze without flinching. “This setup could give you the downforce you need through the corners without sacrificing speed on the straights. I’ve run the simulations a dozen times—it works.”

“Simulations?” Lando scoffed, running a hand through his curls in agitation. “Simulations aren’t the same as the real thing. We can’t afford to take risks like this, not here, not today.”

“This isn’t a risk, Lando,” you shot back, your voice steady despite the tension. “This is a calculated decision based on hard data. I wouldn’t be recommending it if I didn’t believe it would make a difference.”

He crossed his arms, his jaw set in that stubborn way you’d come to recognize all too well. “You’re asking me to trust a setup we’ve never used in a race, in front of Max’s home crowd, no less. What if it doesn’t work? What if it costs me the race?”

“And what if it wins you the race?” you countered, stepping closer to him. “You know as well as I do that playing it safe isn’t going to cut it against Verstappen on his home turf. We need every advantage we can get, and this setup is that advantage.”

Lando stared at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. But you didn’t waver. You believed in this setup, and more importantly, you believed in him.

Finally, he relented, nodding slowly. "Fine. But if this doesn’t work, I swear I will never let you live it down."

“It will” you interrupted, a small tired smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I’ll be right there with you, making sure it does.”

A ghost of a smirk played on his face, his eyes betraying the glimmer of a sparkle. For a moment, the garage was silent, the two of you standing closer than you realized, caught in the intensity of the moment. The intoxicating blend of his dark, amber-scented perfume mingled with the unmistakable and familiar scent of the paddock, created a heady aroma that threatened to cloud your senses entirely.

Your breath hitched as his gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a fraction of a second before flicking back up to your eyes. You could feel your cheeks burning as his gaze caressed you.

Lando cleared his throat, breaking the spell and stepping back.

"Well, let's get this done." he said, his usual light tone returning as he ran a hand through his hair again. "Wouldn't want to keep the adoring crowd waiting." He winked.

You rolled your eyes and smiled, thankful for the change in energy.

You both turned back to the screen to finalize the setup adjustments. As you worked side by side, the air between you felt different—not just charged with the usual tension, but with a deeper, more intimate connection. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped, and you had moved from being teammates to something more.

The race was minutes away, but for the first time, you felt like you were truly part of a team—Lando’s team. And that, more than anything, was what mattered. The moments before the race were a blur of final checks and hurried conversations. You stood by Lando’s car, your heart pounding with adrenaline, not just from the intensity of the race but from something deeper—something you were trying desperately not to acknowledge. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Zandvoort Circuit, you caught Lando’s eye. He was already in his race suit, helmet in hand, but there was a softness in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the connection you’d both been dancing around for months.

The starting grid was tense with anticipation. Lando had secured pole position in a spectacular qualifying session, and the team was buzzing with excitement. But everyone knew this race wouldn’t be easy—not with Verstappen starting right behind him, eager to impress his home crowd.

The lights went out, and the roar of the engines filled the air as the cars launched off the line. Lando got a good start, but so did Verstappen. As they barreled into the first corner, Verstappen made a daring move, diving down the inside and taking the lead. The crowd erupted in cheers, the sea of orange on its feet as their hometown hero took charge.

“Hold steady,” you whispered under your breath, your eyes glued to the screen. Lando had lost the lead, but the race was far from over.

The next few laps were a blur of precision and strategy. Lando stayed close to Verstappen, not letting him get away, but it was clear that the McLaren’s setup was allowing him to conserve his tires while maintaining pace. The tension was palpable, every corner, every straight a testament to the fine-tuning you and the team had worked so hard to perfect.

As the race approached its midpoint, an opportunity presented itself. Verstappen, pushing hard to maintain his lead, began to show signs of tire degradation. You watched the data closely, your fingers gripping the edge of the console.

“This is it, Lando,” you said over the radio, your voice steady but laced with anticipation. “His tires are gone. You’ve got this.”

Lando didn’t respond, but you knew he’d heard you. His driving became more aggressive, more precise, as he closed the gap to Verstappen. And then, on lap 47, the moment you’d been waiting for arrived. Lando set himself up perfectly coming out of Turn 9, using the slipstream to his advantage. As they approached the hairpin, he made his move, diving down the inside with the confidence of a driver who knew his car—and his own abilities—were more than a match for the challenge.

He retook the lead, and this time, he wasn’t about to let it go.

“Nicely done, Lando!” you cheered into the radio, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice. The entire team erupted in applause, but your focus remained on the car, on the driver who had just reminded everyone why he was one of the best.

The final laps were a masterclass in control. Lando maintained his lead, keeping Max at bay and managing his tires to perfection, while also building a substantial gap. As he crossed the finish line, taking the checkered flag, the McLaren garage exploded in celebration.

“You did it, Lando! You won!” The words burst out of you, the relief and joy evident in every syllable.

Lando’s voice crackled over the radio, filled with the same emotion. “We did it. The car came alive.” A flush of pride warmed your cheeks. This was your win, too—your idea, your hard work, your dedication to perfection.

As Lando pulled into the pit lane, the world seemed to slow down. He stepped out of the car, removing his helmet to reveal a smile that lit up his entire face. You had joined the team to celebrate alongside Lando. Before you knew it, he was walking toward you, his eyes locked onto yours. The team was cheering, clapping him on the back, but Lando didn’t stop until he was right in front of you. He reached out, taking your hand in his, the contact sending a jolt through you.

“Thank you.” He said simply, the words full of meaning.

Your smile widened as you squeezed his hand, the rush of adrenaline and pride filling you with a new kind of certainty. In this moment, the only thing that mattered was him, and you. You squeezed his hand, your heart racing not from the adrenaline of the race, but from the intensity of the moment between you. “Thank you for trusting me, Lando.”

There was a brief silence, the noise of the celebration fading into the background as the world narrowed to just the two of you. Then, with a quick glance around as if to check that no one was watching too closely, Lando leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, his breath warm against your skin.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he repeated, a whisper that sent your heart into overdrive.

You smiled, feeling the warmth spread through you. “And we’ll do it again.”

The race had been a victory, but this moment—standing with Lando, the connection between you undeniable—felt like something even more precious. It was the start of something new, something that went beyond the garage and the racetrack.

—-

The podium celebration had been nothing short of electrifying. The roar of the crowd, the spray of champagne, and the sight of Lando beaming as he hoisted the trophy high above his head was a moment you knew you would never forget. As the McLaren team gathered to celebrate, you found yourself on the podium alongside Lando, representing the team that had worked tirelessly to secure this victory. It was a whirlwind of emotions—pride and undeniable joy.

But as you made your way back to the garage drenched in Ferrari champagne, the adrenaline of the win still pulsing through your veins, you rounded a corner and nearly collided with Chiara, McLaren’s senior PR manager. Her usually composed expression was tense, and you could tell immediately that she had something on her mind.

“Great job out there,” Chiara started, her voice measured but tinged with concern. “The team couldn’t be happier, but we need to talk.” Your stomach sank as a sense of foreboding crept over you. Chiara had been your main point of contact for media communication since joining the team, and you knew that if she was this worried, it must be something serious. You felt a knot form in your stomach. The way she was looking at you told you that this wasn’t just about the race. “What’s on your mind, Chiara?”

She glanced around, making sure no one else was within earshot, then pulled you aside into a quieter corner of the garage. “Look, I don’t want to rain on your parade, but we need to be careful about how things appear. The media and fans are already buzzing about you and Lando, especially after that little moment after the finish.”

Your mind flashed back to the celebration, to the kiss on the cheek Lando had given you, the way his hand had lingered on yours just a bit longer than necessary. It had felt private, special, but of course, nothing was truly private in the world of Formula 1, especially not when the cameras were always rolling.

“You know how it is,” Chiara continued, her tone softening slightly. “Fans are passionate, and the media loves a good story. They’ll spin anything to make headlines. I’m not saying you can’t have…whatever it is you have with Lando, but we need to manage the optics. The last thing we want is for this to distract from the team’s success.”

You nodded, understanding her concerns. The last thing you wanted was to give the press ammunition to turn your hard-earned victory into tabloid fodder. But the idea of keeping your newfound feelings for Lando hidden, of pretending there was nothing between you, felt like a bitter pill to swallow.

“I get it, Chiara,” you said finally, meeting her gaze with determination. “I’m not going to let them turn this into a scandal. Lando and I…we’re professionals first. We’ll handle this.”

Chiara smiled, relieved by your response. “I know you will. Just keep in mind that perception is everything in this sport. And right now, you both have the world’s attention.”

With that, Chiara gave your arm a reassuring squeeze before heading off to her next order of business. You stood there, rooted to the spot for a moment, letting her words sink in. The exhilaration of the victory still buzzed through you, but it was now tinged with the sobering reality of the situation. The weight of her advice pressed down on your shoulders, reminding you that nothing in this world came without its complications.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, dislodging tiny droplets of champagne that sprayed out like glittering confetti. The sticky remnants of the podium celebration clung to you, a tangible reminder of the night’s highs. What you needed now was a serious shower—something to wash away not just the champagne, but the lingering tension from your conversation with Chiara.

As you made your way toward the team’s private quarters, the hum of activity in the paddock slowly faded, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Chiara’s words echoed in your mind, a reminder of the reality you both lived in—a world where every glance, every gesture, could be dissected and spun into a narrative you had little control over. The media would indeed be relentless, and the fans, always watching, would be insatiable in their curiosity. But how could you distance yourself from something—or someone—that had become so central to your life, to your happiness? The chemestry you shared with Lando was undeniable, and no amount of PR maneuvering could erase what you felt for him.

As you reached the lockers, you turned on the shower, eagerly anticipating the soothing warmth of the water to ease the tension knotted in your muscles. The promise of relief was a welcome thought after the intensity of the day.

You let out a small sigh, beginning to discard your champagne-soaked clothes. The polo that had clung to your skin now felt heavy, both physically and metaphorically, as you peeled it off and tossed it into the laundry bin. The day’s victories and challenges seemed to weigh on you all at once. The exhilaration of the win, the tension with Lando, the quiet moments where everything between you felt so effortless—they all mingled in your mind, creating a cocktail of emotions that left you feeling both intoxicated and exhausted.

You stood there for a moment, stripped down to your underwear, the cool air of the locker room a welcome contrast to the heat of the day. Lost in thought, you hadn’t even noticed Lando entering until you felt his presence, a subtle shift in the air that made the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The realization of how exposed you were hit you all at once—half-naked and vulnerable in more ways than one.

Your first instinct was to cover yourself, but something in the way Lando looked at you made you pause. His eyes, darker now with an intensity that was impossible to ignore, roamed over your body, lingering on the curves and lines revealed by your lack of clothing. The heat that flushed your cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the way his gaze set your skin ablaze. You couldn't meet his gaze fully, not when you were absolutely sure it would burn you from the inside.

He murmured your name, his voice low, vibrating with a tension that matched the fire in his eyes. The way he said it, the way his gaze traced over you, made it feel like a caress. “Look at me.”

There was a challenge in his tone, and you met it head-on, your breath catching as your eyes locked with his. In the fluorescent lighting of the locker room, his features seemed more defined, his jawline sharper, his lips fuller.

There was no mistaking the desire that simmered just beneath the surface, a reflection of the same need that pulsed through your veins. It was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of you, the space between you crackling with a chemistry that had been building for far too long.

Lando took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours, and with each inch he closed, the air around you seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation. He was close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the scent of his skin—champagne and amber with a hint of the adrenaline that still lingered from the race—filling your senses.

The silence stretched between you, and yet, it was as if an entire conversation was taking place, unspoken but understood. Every fiber of your being was attuned to him, the tension between you palpable. "I can practically hear that big brain of yours working overtime." he said, his voice even lower now, almost a rumble. His hand reached out, fingertips brushing lightly against your arm, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake. The touch was gentle, but it was enough to make you shiver, your skin hypersensitive to every point of contact.

The last remnants of your resolve began to crumble, and you could see the same struggle playing out in Lando’s eyes. There was a flicker of hesitation, a silent question hanging in the space between you—whether to cross this line, to take what you both so clearly wanted.

But then he stepped even closer, his hand sliding up your arm to your shoulder, his fingers tracing the curve of your collarbone. The touch was light, almost reverent, but it carried the weight of everything unsaid between you. His eyes followed the path his hand made, and when he looked back up at you, there was no more hesitation, only a hunger that mirrored your own.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, his voice rough around the edges, as though he was barely holding himself back.

You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, a familiar ache begging to be satisfied. With every brush of his fingers, you felt your resolve crumbling.

You tilted your chin up, your lips parting in invitation. The look in his eyes was pure need, a reflection of the desire coursing through you. He leaned in, his breath warm on your lips, his scent simply intoxicating now that it was mixed with the sharp fruity champagne.

It was as if time had slowed down, and all you could focus on was the heat of his body, the anticipation of his touch, the promise of everything that would come next. And then, finally, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

The feel of his lips on yours was electric, sending sparks racing across your skin. His mouth moved against yours, hungry and demanding, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. You opened for him, letting him deepen the kiss, savoring the taste of him. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before—the combination of the champagne, the adrenaline, and the sheer relief of finally giving in to the chemistry that had been simmering between you was enough to make your head spin.

As his hands roamed over your bare skin, igniting a trail of heat wherever they touched, you could feel your body responding, the desire building with every passing second. He kissed you like a man starved, and you met his hunger with your own, matching his pace. Your hands found his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palms, the heat of his skin drawing you in like a magnet. He was solid and real beneath your touch, and you pressed yourself against him, the sensation of his body against yours igniting something primal and uncontrollable inside you.

Lando’s breath hitched at the contact, his hands splaying across your back, fingers digging in just enough to send a shiver down your spine. His mouth hovered just inches from yours, his breath warm against your lips, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter between you, ready to snap.

“Lando,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, more a plea than anything else.

That was all it took to break the final thread of restraint. There was no gentleness now, only the raw, urgent need that had been simmering between you for what felt like forever.

You kissed him back with equal fervour, your hands sliding up to tangle in his damp curls, pulling him even closer as his hands roamed over your back, your waist, every inch of skin he could reach. The heat of his body, the taste of him on your lips—it was overwhelming in the best possible way, drowning out every thought that wasn’t about him, about this.

Lando’s hands found the clasp of your bra, and with a practiced flick, he had it undone, the fabric slipping away as his hands moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples in a way that made you gasp against his mouth. The sound seemed to fuel him, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he backed you up against the lockers, the cool metal a sharp contrast to the heat between you.

You could feel the solid press of his body against yours, his arousal evident as he pinned you to the lockers, his hands never ceasing their exploration. Reaching your panties, his fingers slid under the band, tugging them down in one smooth motion, his movements sure and confident, as if he knew exactly what he wanted. The sheer contrast of standing before him completely naked while he remained fully clothed amplified the raw vulnerability of the moment, making it feel intensely intimate and charged with a potent, almost primal, energy.

Your own hands moved lower, sliding down his clothed chest, his hard abs, until you reached the waistband of his pants. The feel of his muscles tensing under your touch sent another wave of desire through you, and you wasted no time in slipping your hand beneath the fabric, finding his impressive length and trying to wrap your fingers around him.

His forehead resting against yours as he sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes closing as the friction elicited a rush of pleasure that had him breaking the kiss to let out a curse. For a moment, he just stood there, his breath ragged, his hands tightening on your hips, as if trying to steady himself.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire, and the raw honesty of it sent a thrill through you.

“Good,” you replied, your own voice husky with need, your hand beginning to move with deliberate strokes that had him groaning, his head dropping to your shoulder as he tried to keep himself in check. He reached for his fireproofs and pulled them off, his movements almost frantic. You helped him, pushing the fabric over his hips, revealing the perfection of his physique.

You couldn't help but stare at him, taking in the lean, sculpted lines of his body, the taut muscles that flexed with each movement. You inhaled a sharp breath as your eyes finally landed on his cock, hard and swollen with desire. You were no stranger to the male anatomy as your hormones and curiosity had gotten the best of you in the past, but you were starting to become nervous about taking his impressive size inside of you.

Before your brain could spiral too far, you felt Lando's hands on you, his touch firm but gentle, his calloused fingertips sending shivers of pleasure through your body as he traced patterns along your skin, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of you. The chemistry between you had ignited into a full-blown inferno, and neither of you had any intention of putting it out.

In a fluid motion, Lando lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you over to the shower that had been steaming in anticipation. You giggled as the warm water hit your skin, the tension between you melting away as the shower cascaded over you both.

"I've been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you," he said, his voice low and rough, the sound of it sending a shiver of anticipation down to your core.

"Then don't make me wait any longer," you replied, a challenge and a plea, and the heat that flared in his eyes at the words was enough to make you burn for him.

He lowered his mouth to yours, the kiss slow and deep, a delicious contrast to the urgency. His hand reached between your legs, finding the wetness there and stroking with just the right amount of pressure, his thumb circling your clit and making you gasp into his mouth. He seemed to know exactly what you needed, and he used it against you, building you up slowly but surely, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every expert movement of his hand.

You clung to him, your nails digging into the slick skin of his back, a desperate attempt to anchor yourself against the waves of pleasure that threatened to consume you. He entered two of his thick fingers making you whimper at the stretch. His free hand was on the side of your face, tilting it up to capture your lips with his, kissing you with a tenderness that belied the urgency of the situation. You knew he was trying his best to prepare you for his cock, but it was a lot. He was a lot.

"I don't think you're going to fit," you whispered, feeling embarrassed, but he just smiled, his fingers still working their magic.

"Oh, I will," he promised, and you felt a jolt of desire shoot through you at the certainty in his voice.

The words sent a rush of heat through you, and you felt yourself clenching around his fingers, the pleasure intensifying as he stroked your g-spot with precision. Lando swallowed your moans, the feel of his body pressed against yours, the warmth of the water surrounding you, and the expert movements of his hand bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He was relentless, his fingers working you relentlessly until the pleasure became too much, the tension snapping and sending you crashing over the edge.

The orgasm tore through you, leaving you trembling in its wake, and Lando held you close, his hands gentle now as he supported you. You were gasping for air, the feeling so intense it was almost overwhelming. He murmured your name, his voice soft and low, the sound of it making something inside you ache.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, the intensity of his eyes almost enough to make you forget how to breathe.

"I've got you," he murmured, his voice full of emotion, and in that moment, you believed him.

Slowly, the haze of pleasure began to clear, and you became aware of the tension coiled in his body, the way his muscles were taut with restraint, the evidence of his own desire pressed against your thigh. He was still rock-hard, and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you, to experience that connection on a deeper level.

"I'm ready," you breathed, your voice laced with a need that you could no longer deny.

He nodded as he turned you around, pressing your face against the cool tile, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the water. Your breath hitched as he lined up his cock with your entrance, the blunt tip already threatening to breach you. He gathered some of your moisture by rubbing his tip against your folds, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"I'll go slow," he whispered, as his other hand grabbed your neck, forcing you to arch your back. He took a moment to burn this very image in his mind. He had thought about this moment countless times before, but now that it was happening, it was even better than he could have imagined.

With a slow, deliberate push, he was able to get the head inside. Your eyes shut as you felt the stretch, his girth much more than you were used to. You let out a whimper as you reached for the hand currently holding your neck, seeking his support. You could hear him mutter under his breath, the words too quiet for you to make out. You assumed it was a string of curse words, but you didn't dare look.

With his hand gripping your hip, he pushed deeper, slowly but steadily, inch by inch. You could feel every vein on his perfect cock, the stretch dancing on the edge of pain and pleasure. He kept stopping, pulling back a bit and then pushing deeper again. You could tell he was doing his best to let you adjust to his size, but it was still a struggle.

Once he bottomed out, he groaned as you let out a sound that you've never heard yourself make before. A mixture between a moan and gasp. His hands traveled up your body, finding your breasts and giving them a squeeze, before settling on your shoulders. You could feel the water trickling down your back as the steam created a haze around the two of you. You were both panting, trying to catch your breath. You could feel his hot breath against your ear.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice rough, a mixture of desire and concern.

"Yes," you answered, not even recognizing your own voice, "I'm just a little...full."

He chuckled at that, his cock twitching inside you. He slowly started moving his hips, the drag of his cock against your walls lighting up every nerve in your body. You couldn't string two thoughts together as he started creating a torturous rhythm. One of his hands travelled down to your bundle of nerves, pinching it with every thrust.

"Fuck," you cursed, "fuck, fuck, fuck." You couldn't believe how drunk you were on him.

He chuckled as he grabbed you from the now warm tile, resting you flat against his front. The new angle allowed him to reach deeper, making you whimper and whine with every thrust. His hands reached for your jaw, tilting it so he could stare deeply into your eyes. He was watching every reaction, every change in your expression.

"Tell me what you feel." he demanded, his voice hoarse, and you forced yourself to open your eyes, meeting his gaze. The intensity of his stare was almost enough to send you over the edge again, but you clung to the last threads of your self-control, desperate to prolong this moment.

"I feel...I feel everything," you gasped, the words barely more than a whisper. “I’ve never felt like this b—"

He silenced you with a kiss, swallowing the rest of your words. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, a battle for dominance that neither of you could win. The heat between you was unbearable, the need for release consuming every thought. You knew he was close, could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, the way his thrusts were becoming more erratic, less controlled. But you weren't ready to let go, not yet.

You pulled away from the kiss, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Please don't stop," you begged, your voice rough with need, "I need you, Lando."

That was all it took. His eyes darkened, and he let out a growl, his grip on your jaw tightening as he captured your lips again, the kiss almost violent in its intensity. It was as if a switch had been flipped, the raw hunger between you reaching a new level.

He fucked into you with wild abandon, his hips snapping as he chased his release. The pleasure was blinding, the sensation of his cock filling you, stretching you, sending you spiraling toward the edge. You could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until you could no longer hold back.

The orgasm crashed over you like a wave, stealing the air from your lungs as your body shuddered in his arms. Your eyes closed, the white light behind your eyelids pulsing in time with the waves of pleasure washing over you. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only cling to him as you rode out the storm.

Lando buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips finding the delicate skin there, sucking and nibbling. You could feel the pleasure building again, the combination of his cock inside you, his hands gripping your hips, his lips against your neck sending you hurtling toward another climax.

"I'm close," he panted, his voice rough with need, "so close, fuck."

The words sent a surge of heat through you, and you clenched around him, feeling him shudder as his own release washed over him. You grabbed as his curls, forcing him to look at you, the intensity of his gaze pushing you over the edge again, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"Fuck, I can feel you," he gasped, his cock twitching inside you as your core milked him, the sensation of his release triggering another wave of pleasure.

You both clung to each other, riding out the waves, the intensity of the moment rendering you speechless. You were both gasping for air, the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your bodies. Lando buried his face in your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin, the sensation almost too much to bear.

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, wrapped in each other's arms, the only sound the steady beat of the water as it cascaded over you. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so sated, so utterly spent.

Finally, Lando pulled back, his eyes searching yours, his expression a mix of emotions—relief, contentment, and a hint of something else, something that sent a thrill through you. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle, almost reverent.

"That was...fuck," he said, his voice rough, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You grinned, the joy and satisfaction evident in every line of your body. You could feel him slowly softening inside you, and you reluctantly unwrapped your legs, letting him slide out of you. You gasped feeling yourself become sore already. He chuckled as he noticed, turning off the water and wrapping you in a towel, gently drying you off before lifting you up in his arms.

"You're gonna kill me," he muttered, a spark of humor in his voice, and you laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles, the sound carefree and light.

You kissed him, slow and deep, the kiss full of promises and possibilities. This was only the beginning, and you both knew it. You pulled back, gazing at him with a mixture of awe and admiration, your heart full of the realization of what you'd found, the connection between you now undeniable.

"Get that perfect ass to media duty before they start sending out a search party," you teased, a chuckle escaping as you watched the realization of his looming responsibilities flicker across his face.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, giving you a quick peck on the lips before setting you down, "but just know, this was the best shower I've ever taken."

You smirked, unable to hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. "I'll keep that in mind."

As he left, a sense of calm washed over you, the satisfaction of the moment lingering in the air like a sweet perfume. The memory of his touch, the weight of his body against yours, the deliciously filthy sounds he had coaxed from you, would stay with you forever, a private treasure. You sighed, reveling in the warmth and comfort that seemed to envelop you, the afterglow of your tryst still humming through your veins.

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themummersfolly · 11 months ago

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In a kinder world, Mary Jabassa lives to a ripe old age. She and her wife K.T. Concannon run a greenhouse and nursery called The Green Place.

In a kinder world, Furiosa and Jack are happily married and living in a peaceful working class neighborhood. They've recently started dating a twitchy loner named Max; the three of them get on like a house on fire.

In a kinder world, Joe Moore runs the multinational corporation Aqua Cola with the help of P. L. Eater and M. Kalashnikov. Furiosa and Jack both work for him; Furiosa's building a record of sexual harassment and OSHA and EPA violations he's responsible for. He's about to go down.

In a kinder world, Rictus got a better upbringing and lives with his brother Corpus; they're each other's caretakers. Corpus has a degree in astronomy and contributes to several major publications. Rictus collects Happy Meal toys and harms absolutely no one.

In a kinder world, Angharad and company are sorority sisters going to college. They all have bright futures.

In a kinder world, the Organic Mechanic is a critical care paramedic in a big city. He's exactly the same, he just has better equipment to work with. He still has the tree of evolution tattoo; the tally marks on his arm are successful codes he's worked.

In a kinder world, Dementus is happily pursuing a career in the circus between stints in jail.

In a kinder world, Mr. Harley and his husband Mr. Davidson run a well-known local motorcycle dealership. Mr. Harley is also a chapter president for Bikers Against Child Abuse; he's done time for beating a pedo half to death.

In a kinder world, Smeg is a popular DJ and standup comedian. He runs a blog about the art of mime and physical comedy.

In a kinder world, Hamish "History Man" Campbell still gives the occasional lecture, despite being retired. He spends most of his time with his wife Francesca since she beat cancer years ago. ( @thebyrchentwigges )

In a kinder world, the Octoboss enlisted in the Air Force and is pursuing a degree in aerospace engineering, with an eye on becoming a pilot. He can't seem to let go of his childhood friendship with Dementus; he keeps telling himself this won't come back to bite him in the ass.

In a kinder world, his kid brother Ramboss runs a guide service and competes professionally in motor cross. (This one's for AnimationFan2006)

In a kinder world, Rizzdale Pell is in prison.

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brittanyearnestauthor · 6 days ago

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How to Write Trades and Cultures More Effectively

When developing characters, it's crucial to consider both small and major aspects of their identities. Even if certain details don’t make it into the final story, understanding everything about your character helps define their goals, personality, and role within the plot.

Among these elements, two critical aspects are trade and culture—both shape how a character interacts with their world and influences their decisions. In this post, I’ll explore why trades and backgrounds matter, how they impact character development, and ways to integrate them into storytelling.

What Are Trades?

Trades refer to a character’s occupation, skills, or specialized knowledge—whether they’re in a formal profession or have learned a craft through experience.

Why Trades Matter in Character Development

A character’s trade plays a major role in shaping their skills, mindset, experiences, and worldview. It influences:

- How they approach problems

- Their daily interactions

- Their values and priorities

For example:

- A doctor sees life through healing and responsibility. They might be compassionate, skilled at managing people, and prioritize others' well-being—or, if motivated by money, they could take advantage of patients instead.

- A soldier fights for what they believe in. They often display discipline, resilience, and loyalty but may also struggle with past traumas no one else understands.

These elements help define character motivation and strengthen storytelling, showing why a character makes certain choices and how they evolve over time.

How Backgrounds Shape Character Perspectives

A character’s upbringing, culture, education, and personal experiences shape their personality and beliefs. This influences their decision-making, relationships, and moral outlook.

Key Factors That Shape Backgrounds:

- Wealth – Characters raised in financial stability may value status and image, while those from poverty may prioritize resourcefulness and survival.

- Family Dynamics – A character raised in a loving home may express warmth, while one from a chaotic household may struggle with relationships or seek independence.

- Hardships – Facing difficulties can make a character more compassionate or more guarded, depending on how they respond to challenges.

- Privilege – Some characters may be unaware of societal struggles, assuming others have the same opportunities they do. Others challenge privilege, striving for fairness.

How Location Influences Backgrounds

A character’s surroundings shape expectations, skills, and behaviors:

- City Life – Fast-paced and demanding, often leading to characters who value efficiency and precision.

- Rural or Tribal Life – Strong emphasis on self-sufficiency, community, and survival skills.

- Nomadic or Remote Living – Adaptability, resourcefulness, and deep connection with nature.

Understanding regional influences ensures characters feel authentic and rooted in their environment.

Examples of Careers & Trades

Here’s a diverse mix of occupations and trades to consider for your characters:

Skilled Trades & Hands-On Careers

- Carpenter, Electrician, Plumber, Mechanic, Blacksmith, Welder, Tailor

Medical & Science-Related Professions

- Doctor, Nurse, Pharmacist, Biologist, Psychologist, Chemist, Researcher

Military & Law Enforcement

- Soldier, Police Officer, Spy, FBI Agent, Bodyguard, Detective

Creative & Artistic Careers

- Writer, Painter, Actor, Musician, Graphic Designer, Photographer, Film Director

Business & Technology

- Entrepreneur, Software Developer, Engineer, Accountant, Analyst, Marketing Expert

Education & Mentorship

- Teacher, Professor, Tutor, Historian, Librarian, Public Speaker

Survival & Adventure-Based Trades

- Explorer, Sailor, Ranger, Astronaut, Survivalist, Guide

Unconventional Careers

- Hacker, Fortune Teller, Stunt Performer, Cryptologist, Auctioneer, Game Developer

How Trades & Backgrounds Impact Character Growth

Each profession requires specific skills, emotions, and beliefs, making characters unique within their role. This shapes:

- Problem-solving abilities

- Resilience and adaptability

- Patience, empathy, and integrity

A well-developed character evolves naturally, with their trade and background seamlessly fitting into their personal growth.

How to Effectively Integrate Trades & Backgrounds into Your Story

1. Research Thoroughly – Every culture and profession has unique nuances. Realism enhances authenticity and respect for diverse experiences.

2. Build Around the Character Arc – Design a character’s skills, motivations, and weaknesses to align with their growth and trade.

3. Consider Cultural Influence – A profession may be viewed differently across cultures, requiring accurate representation.

4. Avoid Stereotypes – Even characters within the same trade or culture should have individual personalities and experiences.

5. Expand Beyond Their Career – A character’s interests, hobbies, and struggles should extend beyond their occupation, making them multidimensional.

Conclusion

Thoughtfully integrating trades and backgrounds adds realism, depth, and emotional weight to storytelling. By crafting characters with unique experiences and skill sets, writers create immersive worlds that resonate with audiences.

Developing these elements will help shape memorable characters who feel rooted in their world—characters who stand out and keep readers engaged.

Happy writing!

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catenary-chad · 4 months ago

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Exhaustively long headcanon post about train social dynamics. This isn’t even everything and half the sections are some degree of “it depends on country/region/time period”. It doesn’t even go into the toy aspect much, that’s an entire separate dimension I actually really like to use as a metaphor for government/corporate decisions (and it’s funny to think of a realistic explanation for ridiculous toy train setups)

Typical disclaimer that these are largely based on modern irl train politics, economics, and dynamics and skew US-heavy because it’s what I know best (but also goes into some international variations). Some things expand on and complement canon, some things totally chuck it out the window. If you’d like me to elaborate on something or go into something not discussed here I’m generally happy to.

GENERAL STUFF

-divisions are more akin to careers than permanent social castes. Conversions are stupid common with trains, and you can turn almost anything into anything if you try hard enough, though the extremes gone to varies between countries and economic conditions. It may be harder to transition away from some things than others but it’s rarely fully impossible and a lot of countries have heavy traditions of repurposing rail equipment until it’s really run into the ground. A decent comparison is that turning a baggage car into a generator car is akin to an engineer changing disciplines (not trivial but not that hard), trying to repurpose a steam engine is more akin to retraining someone who’s been a coal miner for decades (not impossible but vastly harder)

-Broadly speaking, engines and non-powered rolling stock have a leader/follower dynamic (technically canon per Michal Fraley’s book), with Control like a cruel, fickle, almost omnipotent god (or government or megacorp). Multi-units are more egalitarian and less hierarchical but usually still have someone taking the lead and guiding things. It’s very common for MUs to be converted to non-powered coaches or run temporarily unpowered, and the opposite also isn’t unheard of. Old engines being turned into unpowered control cabs is also very common (and many coaches are capable of it too). It’s… as cursed as it sounds tbh. There’s a lot of possession with trains but it’s generally done consensually and just kind of an accepted thing among them most of the time. I think train psychic battles and playing around with MU issues is criminally underrated for how entertaining it can be (mechanics talk of “demon possession” caused by accidentally plugging engines into themselves and incompatibility between systems can be an issue irl)

-Locomotives are rarely in long term romantic relationships because they move around so much. Also goes for most train cars too. It’s more likely the smaller the line is, or the less engines and cars are shuffled around. Closer relationships of any kind are more common with rolling stock that consistently works together, otherwise most are more casually friendly or affectionate with everyone. Power cars permanently coupled to trainsets often have polycule situations. Monogamy is rare outside of “married pair” multi units, polycules of 3+ are more common.

-There are many things that vary between equipment and affect their compatibility and “orientation” and none of them really align with human gender or sex. It’s more stuff like coupling type, type of electrical source or even need for it, types of brakes, loading gauge, etc. To no surprise I’m happy to play fast and loose with basically every character being genderblind.

NON-POWERED ROLLING STOCK (AND PASSENGER VS FREIGHT DIVISIONS)

-There is a STRONG sense of comradery and disdain for leadership among most freight cars. Strong parallels to union presence in rail with how they can’t do much as individuals, but CAN push things around as a huge group and use safety in numbers. They don’t inherently hate engines, but tend to be hostile towards them if they can’t cooperate and work with each other. There’s also similar sentiment among coaches.

-There isn’t a hard class divide between types of rolling stock, for most things you have wild variation even within the same country. For every luxury passenger train there’s dozens of underfunded subways, obscure mine trains shuttling workers underground, or overcrowded local trains in south Asia. Freight tends to have a higher floor and lower ceiling since it’s generally a more profitable business (but you also don’t really have freight equivalents of the Orient Express). I have a really hard time going along with the coaches=rich freight=working class thing because in my mind pink collar vs blue collar is more accurate to their actual status. Both are important but one often needs to be externally subsidized due to being so devalued in capitalist systems (see teaching and childcare, care jobs in general), while the other tends to be relatively well-paid but struggle with issues like unreasonable working conditions and hours. The fortunes of freight rail also tend to closely follow heavy industry and blue collar jobs in general. Passenger rail politics vs actual labor conditions are… a lot less closely connected, at least in the US, so I err on the side of basing them on the equipment vs worker side (they’d also end up mostly male if I did that and this show does not need that)

-Passenger and freight interests tend to clash to various degrees in different places, but there isn’t an inherent hard divide between coaches and freight. Mixed trains have existed, cars get repurposed a lot, and baggage cars get rebuilt into so many things they’re downright transient. Fast freight (reefer cars, mail, etc) tend to be closer to coaches than say, massive mineral hoppers, which are probably the furthest removed because they just wouldn’t interact much. But it’s very much a spectrum vs binary. How deep the divide is between them varies a lot on country and region, somewhere like North America is so freight-oriented that there’s a massive cultural gap on Class I railroads and they virtually live on different planets vs the Northeast Corridor. Shortlines tend to be a lot less divided since they have more mixed traffic with less conflict.

-Freight vs passenger engines are the same, divisions were generally stronger in the steam era when designs were more specifically designs for one or the other (or were deliberately mixed-traffic) but less so now. Yes, there are dedicated high speed trains that would never be used for freight service, but when it comes to independent diesel or electric locomotives, a lot of them readily cross over. Many ex-express engines end up working on fast freight trains, especially in Europe, and freight-oriented engines usually work fine for slower passenger service as long as you have some way to supply power to the cars (see Metra and their SD70s)

-Usually rolling stock drops down vs climbs the ladder as they get outclassed, how they feel about this varies a lot. Tends to go express>freight or commuter>switching, backup, and maintenance, but in times of desperation sometimes they will rise back up (see the history of the GG1s). Despite this, there is generally a strong respect for elders and experience, lasting for 30+ years and seeing all kinds of history firsthand is widely admired. Though the line is usually drawn when they start getting TOO backwards and change/improvement-averse or genuinely can’t keep up with their duties. That’s when it goes to “yeah buddy we’d both be better off if you moved to a shortline or tourist place that’s more your speed”

TRACTION TYPES

-Steam engines are best compared to the Amish. They just aren’t relevant to larger society, but they get disproportionate media recognition and outsiders are kind of fascinated by them but really don’t want to join them when they learn how the bad old days really were. As long as they don’t push wildly out of touch and regressive ideas like “let’s roll more coal screw global warming!” or cause trouble on major thoroughfares (ala buggies on highways lol) other trains just kind of don’t care what they do off in their own heritage sphere. By FAR the most individualistic because they’re much harder to double-head and have been historically incentivized to do things alone, but there are exceptions (PRR K4s frequently worked in pairs and trios, at least a few steam engines have been fitted with basic MU controls). Fireless engines are even rarer but seen more like mule drivers in the Grand Canyon- they have a dated job/approach but it really is the best fit for specific environments. Amusement park steam engines (amusement park trains in general tbh) tend to live in total fantasy worlds… because they literally do. Frustrating to talk to but also really funny because they think fairytales and Western movies are unironically real because it’s all they’ve known (unless they were a rebuilt historical engine).

-Electric trains are sometimes stereotyped as invincible superheroes in non-electrified areas, but they’re more akin to whales. Basically unbeatable in the right environment but also VERY vulnerable to external threats (mainly infrastructure neglect in their case). College educated professionals are also a very good comparison- they’re often written off as elitist and theoretical (and electric-oriented railfans seem to skew more technically educated/nerdy), but they’re far more attainable and pedestrian in places where governments actually fund things and rhetoric against them smacks of anti-intellectualism. How pedestrian vs alien they are wildly varies between countries and regions, in Switzerland non-electric trains are nearly unthinkable, in the US they’re treated as “liberal delusion”. There tends to be a strong sense of solidarity among electric trains since they usually benefit/suffer from the same conditions regardless of if they’re subways, commuter trains, or long distance or work for rival companies. How powerful vs vulnerable they are is also very regional, in places like the US and UK with longstanding infrastructure problems they are seen as troubled, delicate, and restricted. In better maintained systems like mainland Europe or Japan it’s just kind of expected that things will work, like how you probably don’t worry about the power going off and losing your freezer food.

-Attitudes towards diesel traction varies even MORE wildly but the best summary of them is “pragmatic, versatile, conservative”. In sprawling places where companies/governments don’t like to pay for things up front, they’re accepted as the norm and hard to shake (North America, Australia). In denser places (and/or where higher powers will shell out up front) they’re seen as filthy and backwards and at best a compromise or stopgap (UK and much of Europe). There tends to be a sense of ruggedness, imperfection, and compromise to them because of their low infrastructure demands.

-battery electric engines are more aligned with diesel than direct electric ones. They’re more likely to be used on rough and tumble industrial shortlines and have more pragmatic, conservative leanings with less infrastructure requirements.

-Dual mode engines (can run off a diesel engine or outside electricity) also tend to be more diesel-aligned due to their compromise factor, but less strongly so. It really depends on where they work and if they mostly run as diesel or pure electric

-There isn’t really a consistant class divide between electric and diesel engines, it’s more accurate to say that there’s more economic disparity among electric traction, while most diesel traction trends toward “middle class” in the modern world. Sure, most nicer trains in richer areas are electric, but there are a LOT of underfunded, crumbling metros and commuter systems too. Maps of electrification % by country are wild because Switzerland and India are the same color and the US is on par with sub-Saharan Africa. Meanwhile, there aren’t many truly high-end diesel-hauled trains still around, and there are some really run-down shortlines, but the majority trend towards the middle, not really pristine or top of the line, but usually not as bad off as some inner city transit. And this isn’t even counting how terrible the fortunes of electrified lines in the US were in the mid-20th century or how common electric switchers are on European shortlines (I just don’t know enough about those besides that they exist tbh)

-Steam engines are rarely truly rich (outside of those working at big theme parks, as a part of big rail systems’ heritage programs, or as millionaires’ pet projects) but tend to have the most consistently secure and stable conditions in the modern world. They have a niche but profitable market in the tourism sphere and their financial struggles are closer to those of museum funding than anything. A mechanically functional smaller steam engine can basically always find work somewhere due to the very limited supply and relatively consistent demand. Strong sense of either charity and community support… or vicious capitalism with them and it varies on the individual and their story. Since the late 20th century the only places where they were really “poor and left behind” were in niche cases where labor was very cheap and fuel was cheap or free, stuff like coal mines in rural China or sugar cane plantations… but even that’s not really a thing anymore and it was never really present in western Europe or the US (lol you can smell my fundamental problems with canon’s framing)

-Narrow gauge lines, especially if geographically isolated, are kind of seen like gnomes by full-sized trains. Out of sight stuff like mine trains, Mail Rail, or old underground freight lines. They are enchanting and magical, pedestrian yet quaint. Some of the de-electrified lines in the US also have their history written off as tall tales because yeah, those weird poles being there because electric engines the size of a Big Boy used to run there sounds like fantasy (but that’s just called the Virginian Railway). Train legends are a wild mix of bizarrely true (Silverpilen) and just silly ghost stories and most can’t tell fact from crap until they meet the real thing face to face.

#stex #starlight express #my headcanons #This doesn’t really go into specific character but more broadly explains how i’d interpret things

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Hello friend! I hope you are doing well! May we receive a clones as non-military jobs?

Oh! You mean like what happened in canon after the clone wars when the Separatists and Republic found out they were being played, Palpatine was yeeted into oblivion, Anakin left the order and became a trophy husband to Padme and pod racer mechanic, and Bail Organa took over the Senate? :')) yeah! of course! Rex- I am always going to be here for Life Coach or Career Counselor Rex.

Echo- Middle school history teacher, specifically dealing with 7th graders (which he is good at because sometimes Fives has the maturity of a 14 year old)

Fives- Stand up comedian. He is funny, he has stories to share, and loves making people laugh.

Jesse- personal trainer. I feel like he'd be SOOO supportive and fun to work with.

Kix- Flight attendant. Likes to travel the world on his companies dime

Tup- Van life blogger!

Dogma- assistance principal of a high school.

Hardcase- Oh man, he has charisma. I'd say a car salesman. But he's pretty straight forward about it.

Coric- nutritionist. he wants to take care of people.

Bly- Family photographer (his favorite is catching moments of weddings and newborn family photos)

99- School crossing guard!! Everyone absolutely loves him!

Cody- He's so laid back and chill he's the perfect project manager for a company

Waxer/Boil- Childcare workers or elementary teachers

Wolffe- IT guy. I can imagine him getting SO irritated on the customer service end

Boost/Sinker- oil rig workers

Hunter- Deli owner

Wrecker- Construction site worker!!! Can you imagine the silly lunches he would eat while sitting on a beam?

Tech- Engineer of some kind. I deal with too many engineers to not say this for this clown of a man.

Crosshair- Fire range safety course teacher

Omega- Airline pilot or Zumba instructor

Howzer- with his hair? he works at the local Jamba juice for his entire life!

Fox- free lance editor. all the coffee he wants, makes his own schedule, barely has to deal with people, and I honestly feel like fox would be a big reader

Gregor- Exotic tour guide! he makes it fun and silly for even his most nervous passengers

#the clones as #khai come get ya juice #captain rex #commander cody #commander wolffe #clone force 99 #star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars

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Quotes about Helmut Koinigg from the book 'Unsere Champions - Alles über Österreichs Jahrhundert- Rennfahrer 1900-2003'

"I helped him a few times in his somewhat chaotic career," remembers Helmut Marko. A nice guy, but a bit of a slob who had no organization - until he came to me with his contracts."

"He had a short, promising career, almost sky-storming: unfortunately an unfinished symphony. Helmut Koinigg was good," says Niki Lauda today. "But he died far too early to even know what would happen next."

Father Koinigg, a very well-off industrialist, was always against his only child racing - and never supported him.

Even from Lauda: “A consistent, intelligent guy who tried with all the difficulties you could possibly have to fight his way into Formula I - namely without any money. When he drove Formula Vee, he couldn't even pay the hotel bill at the Nürburgring...

What always impressed me about Koinigg was how unswervingly he pursued his path. In his premiere race in Aspern near Vienna, he continued to fight bravely with the ex-Lauda Mini even after the windshield had tipped out.

Helmut studied journalism and mechanical engineering at the Vienna University of Technology, where he was met by the two geniuses Dr. Get to know Fritz Indra and Ing. Heinz Lippitsch - and pass them on directly to Kurt Bergmann.

“Perhaps the nicest person I have ever met - but also the most difficult. Because he was so ambitious."

In 1974 he married his girlfriend, a stewardess: "Gaby has to earn the money that I spent on racing..." The 25-year-old is only half a year away from getting his doctorate. And all that's left to achieve perfect racing luck is Formula I.

I want to start over with Koinigg and rebuild everything from scratch. I'm taking Helmut because of his talent, his ability and his team spirit. If he didn't have these qualities, I wouldn't have signed him even with a lot of sponsorship money," Surtees tells me. Koinigg happily packs his two jersey bags for Canada and the USA

Koinigg is partying in Toronto, browsing for antiques, but most of us are flying to the Bahamas

Lauda has “the stupid feeling all day that something is happening,” and he pays particular attention. The track: even bumpier than last, with even worse vibrations. “They hit me like electric shocks,” admits Koinigg.

“It's a terrible feeling when the guard rails are staring you in the face, just 3 cm from the road,” Koinigg tells me quietly.

Five pilots are coming to the GPDA safety conference: Lauda. Koinigg, Hill, Hulme and Beltoise

On Saturday Helmut tried for two hours to call Gaby in Vienna but doesn't get through. The phone call doesn't work until Sunday morning. Helmut has breakfast with Huppert and Stommelen

The reconstruction shows: The two safety fences gave way during the impact. as if they were curtains. The bottom two of the three guide rails immediately collapsed because the pencil-thin bolts fell out. The car went under the third rail. Koinigg didn't have the slightest chance in a 2nd gear corner - whatever defect caused the Surtees to leave the road

Niki Lauda, shaken, takes off his helmet after two pit stops and says to Montezemolo: Luca, it has become pointless for me to continue driving. His race director understands immediately

No part of the car that was broken wasn't also bent. But the inner carcass of the left rear tire was completely damaged and this defect was certainly not caused by contact with the guard rails. Sudden explosion? Or the infamous "slow puncture", a slow slip like the one that cost Jim Clark his life at Hockenheim in 1968? I don't think so," says Surtees today, "Helmut was a sensitive racing driver. He would certainly have felt that."

The most touching moment was years later when a particularly kind Ms. Magister spoke to me quietly in a pharmacy in Hietzing: “I am the mother of Helmut Koinigg. Gaby, Helmut's wife, was already married again: to an attaché at the French embassy in Vienna. And Surtees again had an Austrian pilot - Hans Binder. Only at Ferrari in Maranello does Helmut Koinigg's last photo hang unchanged.

The last photograph ever taken of Helmut Koinigg

#oh poor Helmut #my sweet guy #it was nice being able to read more about him #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1 #helmut koinigg #helmuth koinigg

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rosemaidenvixen · 5 months ago

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Tales of Arcadia Hallmark au

Idea came from a conversation between me and @trololololololooz , based on our shared love of Hallmark movies, TOA, and gay stuff.

Spoiler alert, Jeves and Clairy sweetness ahead.

Ao3

Steve is a big time baseball star and Mary is his girlfriend and a big time corporate lawyer. (Neither one of them is super invested in their relationship, because gay, but it's pushed on them by Steve's manager and Mary's boss, as it generates good publicity for both of them). Steve suffers a big injury, his doctor tells him it could be the end of his sports career. Steve's manager blows the doctor off, telling Steve to rest over Christmas and he can get back on the field in January. Steve gets a call from his childhood BFF Darci, who tells him that she just published a book and the release event is going to be held in their hometown of Arcadia, and she encourages him to come. Steve decides to go visit Arcadia for Christmas while resting his injury. Mary accompanies him, under instructions from her firm to scout the town for a corporate takeover.

Mary and Steve arrive in Arcadia only to have their car immediately break down. They go to the local mechanic, only for Steve to be utterly shocked that their mechanic is Jim, Steve's high school friend and secret crush. Both of them are flustered and awkward, Steve says he's only in town to visit family for the holiday/see Darci's book signing and Jim agrees to fix Steve's car. Steve overhears a phone call between Jim and Claire and thinks the two are dating and becomes sad. In reality Jim and Claire did date a bit after high school but mutually broke it off and are just friends now.

Meanwhile outside the mechanic shop Claire and Mary run into each other. Claire, a local councilwoman, recognizes Mary as the corporate takeover lawyer and confronts her. Cue wlw hostility.

Car now fixed Steve and Mary continue on their way to his siblings' house. They arrive and are greeted by Douxie, Steve's adopted older brother, who guides them inside. Douxie lives with his and Steve's younger siblings, twins Aja and Krel, and Aja's girlfriend Shannon. Douxie is a waiter/a musician on the side, Krel is a software engineer, Shannon is a liveblogger, and Aja does something completely off the wall like lumberjack/reindeer herder/bear wrestler. Steve is delighted by the reunion with his siblings and easily falls back in with them. He and Mary also let them know that their relationship is purely for business purposes and they aren't romantically interested in each other at all. At dinner Steve inquires about where their parents are, the others are all made uncomfortable by this and tell Steve they still live in town but Steve doesn't have to see them. Steve brushes off their concerns but Mary is intrigued.

The next morning they all go to the book store for Darci's book release. Steve gets there early and he and Darci have a heartfelt reunion. The book signing commences to and Steve's surprise they run into Jim and Claire at the book store. Cue blushing and awkwardness from Steve and Jim, and tooth grinding barely concealed hostility from Mary and Claire.

Shannon sees how obvious Jim and Steve are being and tells Douxie, Aja, and Krel they need to get the two of them together so they'll stop being blushing awkward messes. Delighted at the idea of hijinks they all agree.

Douxie slides in and tells Steve that while Jim is the town mechanic he also bakes on the side and does a lot of the baking for the town Christmas festival and is heavily involved with running it, and that he'd be a great person to show Steve around the town. Steve and Jim both blush and flounder saying they're going to be busy helping Mary and Claire with their respective tasks. Aja chimes in saying Mary and Claire can come along and the four of them can spend time together, shy agreement from Jim and Steve and forced grins from Mary and Claire.

Cut to them doing various holiday activities, Steve and Jim have shy sweet chemistry while Mary and Claire have barely concealed hostility. This ends with Steve's injury being aggravated. Jim, Mary, and Claire push Steve to go see a doctor, which stresses Steve greatly until Jim tells him that the old town doctor died when he slipped on a patch of ice and Barbara is the new doctor.

At the doctor's office Jim and Steve go into the exam room while Mary and Claire hang out in the waiting room. Barbara looks over Steve's injury and says he's fine for now but to take it easy and not do anything strenuous, and that he should definitely make an appointment with a physical therapist. Jim and Steve share an "I'm glad you're ok" moment, which Barbara observes.

Meanwhile in the waiting room the computer system goes down and everyone starts panicking, Mary steps in and begins organizing things, quickly bringing the chaos into order. Claire reluctantly respects her for this.

Barbara later meets with Douxie, Aja, Krel, and Shannon, once she realizes that Steve and Mary's relationship is purely for show she becomes fully onboard with their antics to bring Jim and Steve together. Shannon has a quick moment of realization "Wait are we in a Hallmark movie?"

The next day Jim and Steve spend time with Toby and Darci at their D&D session, Claire declined because she's busy and Mary because she's tired. Toby privately tells Jim his feelings for Steve are obvious and Jim should go ahead and ask him out, Jim says he can't because Steve built up a new life as a big baseball star that Jim has no place in. Darci does the same with Steve but Steve says that Jim is with Claire and Steve can't disrupt their happiness.

That night Mary is frustrated at her bosses hounding her and decides to go out to a local bar to hopefully unwind. Douxie's band takes the stage and to her utter shock Claire is with them as a bassist/vocalist rocking out to punk music. Moment of gay panic from Mary. Off stage she tells Claire she really enjoyed her performance, a flustered Claire says that punk music is just something she uses to unwind from her job as a councilwoman.

The next day they do more holiday activities with the four of them, with Claire and Mary earnestly enjoying each other's company this time. At the end of the day Barbara, Douxie, Aja, Krel, and Shannon arrange for Steve and Jim to have a quiet moment alone (Shannon remains the only one self aware of their Hallmark movie shenanigens). Jim reveals that he and Claire broke up and are purely friends now, a stunned Steve reveals that him and Mary's relationship is purely for publicity. Sharing a moment of stunned elation the two of them agree to try a relationship.

The next day Jim and Steve go meet up with Steve's old baseball team, including Eli, Logan, and Seamus who still play baseball in their free time. They are all are excited to see Steve as he's the only one who "made" it. Steve shyly says after his injury he's considering giving up sports and picking up something less hard on his body. Steve has a great time catching up with them until he's ambushed by his parents. They pull him aside and berate him for potentially giving up sports, calling him weak for not wanting to play with his injury, and make homophobic comments about him and Jim. Meanwhile after hearing the other team members talk Jim starts to feel guilty about pulling Steve away from his glamorous sports star life.

That night Jim breaks up with Steve, claiming it's because their lives are just too different. Steve is heartbroken, and under pressure from his parents and his manager, believes baseball is the only thing he'll ever be good for and makes plans to go back to the big city and back to playing.

Meanwhile Claire overhears snippets of a conversation Mary has on the phone and thinks that Mary's giving her firm the go ahead to take over the town. Claire angrily tells Mary off. A crushed Mary makes plans to go back to the city with Steve, both of them planning on continuing their sham relationship.

Steve tells Eli, Logan, and Seamus goodbye, saying he's split up with Jim and is heading back to the big city to start back up with baseball practice. They're worried about Steve both breaking up with Jim and jumping back in to baseball instead of resting his injury. They go check with Barbara, who is very concerned by Steve's plan to return to baseball, as she knows that's the last thing his injury needs.

All of them meet up with Douxie, Douxie confesses that their parents always pushed Steve too hard to succeed in baseball, and that they got the old town doctor to sweep his injuries under the rug so they could push him further and further. Douxie always wanted to intervene, but because he was a foster kid, their parents threatened to send Douxie away if he made too much of a fuss. They all decide that they can't let Steve and Jim part like this, so they wrangle everyone in town to help Steve and Jim get back together (at this point Shannon is resigned "fuck it if we're in a Hallmark movie we might as well go all the way").

Through hijinks Barbara, all of Steve's siblings, and the baseball team get Steve and Mary to attend the town's Christmas tree lighting festival. Toby and Darci find Jim and Claire drowning their sorrows in eggnog at the local bar. Jim bemoans that he can't get in the way of Steve's dream life and at least this way he can protect Steve's feelings. Toby shuts him down hard, saying that he's not protecting Steve, he's taking the decision away from him, and that Steve deserves to make his own choices and Jim owes him his honest feelings. Claire grumbles about being decieved by Mary, Darci curtly points out that what Claire heard was a small segment of a conversation with absolutely no context, Mary could have been talking about a lot of things, and at the very least Claire should ask Mary for an explanation. Jim and Claire concede and agree to meet up with Steve and Mary.

At the tree lighting Jim reunites with Steve and confesses everything, he says he loves Steve and wants to be with him, but doesn't want to get in the way of Steve doing the sport he loves. He says he'll support Steve at whatever Steve wants, as long as it makes Steve happy. Jim's sincerity has Steve breaking down, he confesses he's been grinding so much at baseball he hasn't enjoyed it for a long time, and his injury gives him chronic pain and he wants to quit but has been doing baseball for so long he doesn't know what else to do. Jim assures him he can spend as much time as he needs to figuring it out.

Meanwhile Claire apologizes to Mary for blowing up at her and asks about the phone call. Mary confesses that she is planning a corporate takeover...of her own company, using blackmail and embezzlement to oust her bosses and put herself on top. She says she loved spending time with Claire, but she also loves being a corporate lawyer, and she could never ask Claire to leave the town she loves. Claire confesses that while she does love her town she doesn't want to be a councilwoman for the rest of her life, and that she, Douxie, and the rest of the band have been talking for months about going to the city to try and make it big.

Both couples happily agree to try new lives together. Jim and Steve in Arcadia, and Mary and Claire in the big city.

Steve's parents storm in and start berating Steve again for quitting baseball just when he's "made it". Jim steps in and absolutely tears into them, saying they never truly cared about what was best for Steve and pushed him to the point of injury. Douxie, Aja, Krel, Mary, Claire, Logan, Seamus, Eli, and the other baseball team members all join in on blasting Steve's parents. Embarrassed, Steve's parents slink away.

The Christmas tree lighting commences, Jim and Steve share a kiss, as well as Mary and Claire. Shannon rolls her eyes "Of course they kiss now, we are in a Hallmark movie after all," Aja slides up to her "So does this mean you don't want to kiss me?" Shannon smirks "Oh I didn't say that".

While the couples are all kissing Krel, Darci, and Toby roll their eyes and share a moment of aromantic solidarity as the only three people in town capable of being normal about this stuff. Darci remarks that she doesn't see the Palchuk parents anywhere. Krel tells her that Douxie mentioned their parents were arrested for child abuse and taken away. Toby comments that it's weird for them to be arrested after all this time has passed but none of them really dwell on it.

Cut to the Palchuk parents' being taken away by Krampus (Strickler) while Barbara and Douxie watch. Through conversation it's revealed that Krampus (Strickler) is Barbara's friend with benefits. After he departs with the Palchuk parents, Douxie asks if Barbara cares to explain how she and Krampus (Strickler) became fwb, Barbara says no she does not.

One year later, Steve has quit baseball and lives in Arcadia with Jim. He fosters animals for the local shelter and works part time as a substitute teacher, as well as various other side jobs around town. Steve still doesn't know what he wants to spend the rest of his life doing, but he's having fun trying out the different options while being loved and supported by Jim and his friends and family. He's started physical therapy and stopped playing baseball completely, but enjoys cheering Eli, Logan, and Seamus on at their games.

Mary, Claire, and Douxie arrive in town to visit for Christmas. Mary gushes about how much she enjoys running her own firm, while Douxie and Claire gleefully share how their band is taking off.

Big Christmas party with all the characters happens, Steve and Jim share a kiss under the mistletoe.

Cue end credits over Christmas music.

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CHAPTER ONE – DUTY

PROLOGUE / CHAP 1.1 / CHAP 1.2 / CHAP 1.3

He hadn’t planned for it, but he finds himself driving out to the ranch after work. It’s a good hour from the gas station– and in the opposite direction to his house– but he likes to think that impulses like this are Its way of guiding him in the right direction, now that he doesn’t have the rest of the family to advise him. By the time he parks up, the sun is beginning to retreat behind the vast red wall of mountains on the horizon, and when he climbs out of his beat-up old car, dust still lingers in the air from where the spin of his tires have kicked it up.

It’s beautiful out here– a vast plane of cattle pens and spiked desert flora to the east, and the silhouette of the ranch cabin set against the soft glow of the sunset to the west. Trent spots Lena out in the former direction, hauling hay bales into neat, triangular stacks. Though she would have heard his engine, she’ll finish her work before she comes over to greet him. One of her stubborn little habits.

A couple of cattle watch Trent with blank, thoughtless expressions. Since he’s waiting anyway, he approaches the fence and lets one of the cows– a great shaggy thing with a distinctly golden hide– sniff curiously at his hand.

They had this conversation once; what they would both do if they weren’t devoted to their work for The Absence. He would become a mechanic, and she would run her own cattle ranch. Once the fire happened and they were left with nothing, Trent took the first job he could find, with no regard to the fantasies they had cooked up during better times. He ended up bouncing between a few places until he settled at Omnifuel. But Lena had driven out here, approached the cantankerous old man who used to own this place, and refused to leave until he gave her work. She must have made quite an impression on him in those years that followed, because once his age caught up with him and he finally kicked the bucket, he left the whole place to her. She made it seem so easy.

“That one is off to slaughter in a few days,” Lena says as she approaches, once Trent’s close enough that she doesn’t need to yell. She dusts hay off her hands and wipes the back of her neck with an old rag.

Trent gives the shaggy cow a consoling pat in the spot right between her eyes, where soon someone will put an iron bolt through her skull. She snorts happily for the attention, oblivious to the irony of the moment.

“Really not as much of a career change as you thought, was it?” Trent says.

Lena smirks, and slings thick arms over the panels of the fence. She used to be nearly as pale as him once, but ten years of work out in the Nevadan sun have done their job. Her skin is golden and creased now, giving the illusion that she’s older than she really is, and her black hair is grown out and pulled back into a long braid. She is almost unrecognisable as the person she was when they were working together, but she still wears the eyepatch.

Trent asked her last time he visited– that must have been a good few weeks ago– if she hadn’t thought about picking up a false eye or some other, more discreet covering. She had shrugged, sipped from the bottle she’d been dangling from her fingertips, and then murmured something about still wanting to keep The Absence close.

“You better not be coming here with bad news, Perkins. My day was goin’ fine up ‘til now.”

“What, can’t I just stop by for a visit anymore?” Trent runs his fingers through the fluffiest part of the cow’s neck. “Does she have a name?”

Lena looks at the beast, considering it. “They’re cattle, you can’t go getting attached like that.”

“I think she looks like a Betsy.”

Lena tuts, and unlatches the pen gate so that she can join Trent on the other side. “Sure, why not. Betsy it is.”

Together they begin the walk over to the cabin. Lena produces a cigarette from her pocket, and places it between her lips.

“...it’s the tenth anniversary today.” Trent can’t think of a way to ease gently into the subject, so he doesn’t.

“Mm,” she lights up, setting a brief orange light against the steel of her one pupil. She takes a long drag, and continues, “I thought about leaving flowers, y’know, for Eli, but I figured those freaks would be swarming the place today. Didn’t feel worth the risk.”

Trent’s stomach lurches at the thought of so many people milling about that place, eager to dig up any lingering secrets the hotel may still hold.

“With whatever hell that old bastard ended up in, I don’t think he’ll miss a few roses.”

“Hah! Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.”

Sand and rocks crunch underfoot amidst an amicable silence, with Lena burning through the cigarette like she’s paying for it by the minute. Once they reach the porch of the cabin, she extinguishes the cigarette butt with two fingers and drops it between the slats of the decking.

“You hungry? I have leftover stew.”

“I’m good. I’ll just hang for a bit.”

“Yeah well,” They head in together, and Lena immediately makes a beeline to the fridge. “I’m starved, so you can sit and watch me eat instead.”

Trent sinks into a wooden chair at one end of the table, where it’s tucked away next to a gas stove. Lena’s cabin is a cosy little place; only two rooms and both cramped with cooking supplies and folded laundry and mismatched, neglected plants set in various shapes and sizes of pottery. The furniture she all made herself; she’d been one of the primary fixer-uppers back at the hotel– so long as there’s no machines involved, otherwise go bother the kid– that’s what she would always say. Because of that, and the fact that she Chose him, the two of them were practically inseparable for years. With their vague resemblance to each other at the time as well, some of the newer members of the family often mistook them for siblings. Trent would die before he admitted as much, but he still likes to pretend that they are.

Lena pulls a big bowl covered with a cloth from the fridge, and begins distributing it into two smaller bowls with a spoon. When Trent sees this, he’s quick to complain.

“You didn’t hear me say I’m good?”

“What, you hate my cooking that much?” She sets the first bowl into her old rusted microwave that Trent has fixed for her three times now, because she inexplicably refuses to replace it. Once it dings, she brings over the stew and throws it in front of him. She grabs a spoon from the drawer and holds it up above his head.

“Heroin chic isn’t a good look on you anyway.”

“Maybe I just like to feel Its presence in my stomach– ever thought about that?” Trent grasps for the cutlery, but Lena pulls it away and then taps it firmly on the top of his head, like she’s trying to crack an egg.

“Just try it, smart guy. I promise The Absence won’t mind.” The spoon is set down properly, and she goes back to heat up the second bowl.

Lena probably won’t let him leave the cabin without a few good mouthfuls, so Trent gives the stew a little stir, hoping the savoury fragrance will coax his appetite into a surprise appearance. He changes the subject, while he waits for it.

“Y’know, that guy from work would not shut up about us today.”

“Oh yeah?” Lena glances over her shoulder, breaking away from her vigilant watch of the microwave for a moment. “Bet the anniversary had him real excitable.”

Trent laughs bitterly. “Sure, that’s one word for it. Goddamn, the way he goes on, Len. I dunno how much longer I can take it. If we were still up and running, I’d have him offer up his tongue to The Absence in a heartbeat.”

Lena makes a humorous kind of snorting sound, but says nothing. He’d hoped she would have at least played along with the fantasy for a little while, but it’s clear that she doesn’t want to encourage him. Probably knows he’s half serious. Her silence definitely means drop it, but somehow he just can’t help himself.

“I’ve been thinking more about starting up again, y’know. We could build something new, out in the desert. Start small…”

“C’mon, Trent. You’ll make yourself crazy, thinking like that. You know we can’t.”

Trent keeps stir-stirring his stew, watching its various ingredients dance and intermingle and ultimately sink into the murky brown of the broth.

“Why couldn’t we? Old Gloria managed it, once.”

Lena sighs, and moves from the microwave to sit down next to him.

“Listen hon, I get it. I do. When things were good, they were really good. Of course I miss it– you dunno how long I cursed that dead fucker’s name for going psycho and ruining it for all of us. But look, Eli was the best at what we did, and the shit he got away with, it’s clear The Absence favoured him. So maybe what happened wasn’t an accident. Maybe It just didn’t want us Judging people anymore. Maybe It just wants to fade back into obscurity again for a little while.”

Trent refuses to accept any part of that. He wants to call Lena a coward, so to stop himself he finally fills his mouth with stew instead. He immediately regrets thinking ill of her, once the taste hits his tongue.

“...if Eli was still here, he’d want us to continue the work.” The words are grumbled under his breath.

“Yeah, well he’s not. He’s rotting under the hotel, where he belongs.”

Trent furrows his brow and Lena, realising that this conversation is beginning to take a hostile turn that neither of them want, leans forward and places a hand over his.

“Look, I hate myself for sayin’ this, but I miss him too, sometimes. Guy was, like, an absolute prize of a bastard, but he had his moments, and he was still family. But somewhere down the line, for him it stopped being about finding other people like us, and more about just hurting whoever he could get his hands on. So yeah, you’re right, he probably would want us up and running again if he was here. But it would be for the wrong reasons.”

He hates that she’s probably right. “...I just want things to go back to the way they were.”

“You know that’s not possible.” Lena is matter-of-fact because she wants to be strong for him, but he can hear the grief threatening to choke some of her syllables. “And anyway. The cops think we’re all dead. That’s a good thing. We don’t wanna give them a reason to start sniffing around again.”

Trent blinks a few times, nods, and returns to his bowl.

Lena must sense that the situation has been diffused with that, because she lets go of his hand and gets up to go grab her supper from the microwave.

“I mean, if you’re yearnin’ for the good old days that bad, there’s always work for you here.”

“Picking up cow shit all day? Yeah, I’ll stick to the freak coworker and gasoline smell, thanks.”

Just to annoy him, Lena throws her bowl down on the table hard enough that the stew spills over the sides. Just to annoy her, he doesn’t react.

“Cow shit picker-upper is a noble profession y’know,” Lena slumps back into her chair, “You remember that, next time you wanna rip out that freak’s tongue.”

“Sure, Len. Whatever you say.”

The woman shovels down her first spoonful of stew, grins with a mouthful of beef and broth. It’s clear her offer isn’t just a courtesy– she would probably do better for his being here, honestly. And Trent probably wouldn’t mind it either, cow shit aside, but he knows it would feel just a little too much like giving up.

“Mmh,” Lena conceals her mouth with the back of the hand holding her spoon, swallowing before going on, “Talking of rippin’ out tongues, Miss Fitzenhagen’s in town soon, so you’ll need to stop over at some point and let her check your shoulders.”

Trent pulls a face. He was never really brought to real doctors for real check ups when he was a kid, but he imagines it to be infinitely more pleasant than being poked and prodded by that woman. But Miss Fitzenhagen doesn’t ask questions about their respective unexplained injuries, like the hospitals and physicians around here do, so he’s not really in a position to argue.

“You know last time she asked me if I still wanted both my kidneys?” He sets down the spoon, the brief window of his appetite suddenly exhausted. Lena simply smirks, and keeps chewing.

“So she’s a little over-enthusiastic. Isn’t that a green flag? Means she’s good at what she does.”

The stress of the day is starting to hit him, a stiff ache seeping into his muscles, so he bends out of his chair in an attempt to stretch out his spine. “In no goddamn universe is that a green flag, Lena. We don’t even know if she’s a real doctor.”

“Well, why don’t you ask her when she’s here, if you’re that worried about it.”

“Maybe I will.”

While Lena chuckles, Trent collapses back into a normal seated position just long enough to stand up. He wanders over to the fridge with the ease of someone who is very much at home, browses its contents for anything that might catch his interest a little better than what he left in his bowl.

“Hey, you better not be eyein’ up my brewskis over there…”

The response Lena receives is the click and hiss of a can being opened.

“Asshole,” she holds out a hand. “At least get me one too.”

#horror books #lgbt horror #writing snippet #writeblr #support indie authors #horror writing #indie author #dark romance #queer horror #writers on tumblr #taiac: trent #taiac: lena #taiac: writing #the absence is a cat

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More Modern AU stuff because I’m too jazzed from getting off work an hour ago Anywhoozle -

Thinking about their styles? Like personal styles and their like careers/lifestyles.

Sky would be all soft hoodies worn under like a bomber style jacket (Sun totally got him that, it’s brown leather with the Hyrulian shield emblem on the back, patches on the front and sleeves of like a Loftwing, a cloud, a copy his pilot wings pin, etc). Baggy pants with lots of pockets, sweatpants, yoga pants, or anything very comfy. Combat boots. Sometimes a beanie, sometimes no. Always looks super soft and comfy, very unintimidating, and squishy. (Misnomer, Skyboi will throw down if you burn through his patience fast enough).

Sky is NOT an active pilot, but he did earn his wings. Skyloft is home to the only Military school that’s solely focused on one branch, it’s their Air Force. So by graduating from Skyloft Academy, he earned his wings. He is considering going to college for a Mechanical Engineering degree. Maybe. He hasn’t decided.

Hyrule is all things that are good to move in. Loose jeans, yoga pants, good hiking boots, loose graphic tees, windbreaker type rain coat. It’s all practical things. He likes the colors red, brown, and green for his clothes. Occasionally orange, if he’s feeling spicy. All his socks are patterned and are in general very silly.

Hyrule is a landscape photographer, but currently in a non professional capacity (to himself). He’s enrolled in online courses for Photography and Photoshop Editing, so he can better himself at his craft.

Wild is that one guy who everyone knows has a lot of clothes, who wears said clothes, but is always seen in the same outfit. He’s a cryptid and loves it. Generally seen in a blue graphic tee, brown pants, and brown hiking boots. I will not go into the contents of his closet at this time, it’s too vast. No.

That said, Wild currently works as a tour guide for the local Dueling Peaks National Park. He takes tourists to the top of the Peaks safely and back down again. He’s currently deciding between a degree of sorts (undecided) or culinary school.

Twilight is (in public) generally in some combination of work clothes. A plain t shirt with either overalls or jean work pants. Everything is stained, ripped, and patched to all hell. He doesn’t care, just rolls with it. When he knows he’s going to be going somewhere with friends, he’ll clean up nice with some good, unblemished by work jeans and a nice shirt (especially if they’re going out dancing). When at home he’s in the few comfy clothes he owns, sweatpants and loose tees, a pair of overalls that Uli gave him once that are soft and patched with cutesy patterns for aesthetic purposes (he knows she gave it to him as a gag, he doesn’t care it’s soft) and Ordon wool sweater. Things like that.

Twilight is in Veterinary school and currently works for the local farm in Hateno. So he’s usually going to school and coming home in his work clothes, doing that school and work grind. It’s not sustainable how he does it, but hell if he’ll stop yet.

Wind is graphic tees with jokes on them, layering shirts on shirts, and cargo shorts. He absolutely wears socks with sandals and crocs unapologetically. If he could wear swim trunks to school, he would.

Wind is still in middle school, so nothing really affects his sense of personal style other than maybe girls.

Four is going wear whatever is most practical for working in the smithy. Other than that PJs. Not in between unless he has to be plussed to find one. It’s very rare when it happens though. I’ll be honest, I definitely have to do more research on smithing and all that.

Time, being retired, tends to wear whatever is comfy and doesn’t require him to keep it clean. He helps out around the ranch and often just wears work jeans and plain shirts. Malon has gotten him a couple of sweaters and when the boys are around, they’ll get him some silly graphic tees.

Time is a retired Ambassador. He mainly is around the Ranch and enjoys making the “trophy husband/wife” comments about himself.

Warriors and Legend both are very into their looks and I’ve only combined them here because I’m still looking into WHAT I want them in. Like Warriors is an Ambassador, he has to look semi presentable all the time and I need to figure that style out. Legend on the other hand just likes to look good all the time but it needs to be practical. He’s a travel blogger, so he needs clothes that hold up to both his standards and what he’s putting them through.

#lu modern au #linked universe #wandering thoughts #Lu chain #currently the first four are SPEAKING to me #I’ve got so much on them #the others are a bit of a struggle

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Hi! I saw your posts about making a game, do you mind talking about how you learned/are learning to make games? I'm interested in getting into game development as a hobby, how'd you get started?

oh boy!

First off, I'm flattered you asked. I would not consider myself an expert by any means necessary, but I can write about my process and what I've been doing to learn.

Some background: I work for the Department of Education in the USA as part of a grant at a university. I love my job: it takes all of my favorite parts of teaching (I was a high school English teacher for 10 years) and removes all the parts I dislike (grading, parents, ect.). I get to help people, genuinely help people who need it the most.

That said, Trump won the election, and one of his threats was to eliminate the Department of Education. And it's a very real threat that six months, a year, four years from now, my job may not exist.

So, I've been looking into a possible alternate career path, as a precaution. Hopefully it's not necessary, but just in case.

I've always been interested in video games and video game designs. I've been an avid player of games since I was 4, and I've been playing video game RPGs since I was ten. I've been a dungeon master since 2011, and I've GM'd tons of games, making puzzles, dungeons, homebrewing monsters, ect.

When I was a kid, I would have told you my dream job was writing video games for Bioware. In some ways, that's still my dream job. However, one doesn't just get handed a job at a game studio to be a writer: you have to have more to bring to the table.

The thing that has always held me back is my lack of programming knowledge. Where do you start?

step one: figure out what you want to make

while this may sound easy, I found it complicated. I want to make everything. I wanna make RPGs. I want to make farming sims. I want to do X, and Y, and Z.

Right now, I have three projects I'm "working" on:

A stardew valley clone. This is my high priority right now. I'm not trying to reinvent the wheel; I figure this will teach me everything I need to know to go further (basic combat, basic level design, night/day shifts, calendars, NPC interactions, relationship tracking, ect.) If I ever get to the point where I'm thinking of publication, I do have a unique selling point: in my game, you will have a magical pocket watch that can slow down, speed up, or even pause time.

A cozy zelda-inspired dungeon crawler. You have a party, you go into dungeons, you solve puzzles and fight monsters.

My big one: a Fire-Emblem x Stardew Valley crossover RPG. More on that when I get to it.

I've decided to focus all my efforts on the first one because, again, that seems like the easiest one to make/find guides for.

step two: find an engine

Games run on game engines. And there are a lot out there to choose from: Unity, Unreal, GameMaker, RPGMaker, Godot, Ren'py, ect. I've played around with all of them. I gave serious consideration to Ren'py because of it's simplicity. However, Ren'py is made for visual novels, and while it can have gameplay elements, I found it was harder to implement the game mechanics I wanted in Ren'py, so I moved on. I worked in Unity for a while, but Unity is so powerful that it ran sluggishly on my computer. Ultimately, I've chosen Godot: It is free, open-source, and it can do everything I want it to do, and there are lots of resources out there for it.

step three: make/find assets

itch.io is your friend. There are so many assets out there to use! If you are an artist, great! Make your own. But if you are just a hobbyist/just getting started, consider supporting an artist and buying assets.

here is a collection I've made on itch.io of resources that seem helpful to me if you want to check it out.

step four: ???

now you put it together and make a game!

Sounds easy? It isn't. But that's the step I'm on now.

in defense of AI

controversial subheading, I know, but I've also been using chatgpt to help me program. It's not perfect (in fact, a lot of the time, it is bad) but I've been treating it as a resource to help me learn. I ask it questions that I would ask google/reddit, and it points me to what sort of question I need to ask/systems I need to research. It helps make me, a total newb at programming, feel more confident in what I am doing.

Sorry, this got long. Hopefully it helps?

#video game #game development #jak makes a game

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mechanical-engineering-1 · 8 months ago

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Mechanical Engineering Basics: A Beginner's Guide

Welcome to the world of mechanical engineering—a field that drives innovation, shapes our daily lives, and fuels industries from aerospace to automotive. Whether you're contemplating a career in mechanical engineering or just curious about what it entails, this guide will walk you through the essentials. We'll break down what mechanical engineering is, its key areas, essential skills, educational pathways, and much more. By the end of this post, you’ll have a solid understanding of what it means to be a mechanical engineer and how you can embark on this exciting career.

Mechanical engineering is everywhere—from the cars we drive to the smartphones we use. It’s a diverse field that combines principles of physics, mathematics, and material science to design and build machines and systems. But what exactly does a mechanical engineer do? And why should you consider a career in mechanical engineering?

In this guide, I’ll help you unravel the mysteries of mechanical engineering. Whether you’re thinking about pursuing a degree in this field or just want to understand it better, we’ll cover all the basics you need to know.

1. What is Mechanical Engineering?

Definition

Mechanical engineering is a branch of engineering that focuses on the design, analysis, and manufacturing of mechanical systems. It involves applying principles of physics and materials science to solve engineering problems and create new technologies. Essentially, it’s about making things work efficiently and effectively.

Historical Background

Mechanical engineering has a rich history that dates back to ancient civilizations. From the early water wheels and windmills to the revolutionary steam engines of the Industrial Revolution, mechanical engineering has been instrumental in technological advancements. Understanding its history gives us insight into how far the field has come and its impact on modern technology.

Core Principles

At the heart of mechanical engineering are three core principles:

Forces and Motion: Understanding how forces interact with objects and how they move is fundamental. This includes studying concepts like torque, momentum, and kinematics.

Energy: Mechanical engineers work with various forms of energy, including thermal, mechanical, and potential energy, to design efficient systems and processes.

Materials: The properties of materials—such as strength, elasticity, and thermal conductivity—are crucial in selecting the right materials for different applications.

2. Key Areas of Mechanical Engineering

Thermodynamics

Thermodynamics deals with the principles of heat and energy transfer. It’s essential for designing systems like engines, refrigerators, and air conditioners. Understanding concepts like the laws of thermodynamics, heat cycles, and entropy helps engineers optimize energy use and improve system efficiency.

Fluid Mechanics

Fluid mechanics involves the study of fluids (liquids and gases) and their behavior under various conditions. It’s crucial for applications such as designing pumps, aircraft, and hydraulic systems. Engineers use fluid mechanics to analyze and predict how fluids will interact with surfaces and move through systems.

Mechanics of Materials

This area focuses on how materials deform and fail under different types of stress. Mechanics of materials is important for designing structures and components that can withstand forces without breaking. Engineers study stress, strain, and material properties to ensure reliability and safety in their designs.

Dynamics and Control

Dynamics deals with the motion of objects and forces acting on them. Control systems involve regulating and managing the behavior of dynamic systems. Together, they help engineers design systems that can move and operate smoothly, like robotics or automated manufacturing systems.

Manufacturing Processes

Manufacturing processes cover the techniques used to produce parts and products. This includes methods like casting, machining, welding, and additive manufacturing (3D printing). Understanding these processes helps engineers select the best methods for producing high-quality, cost-effective components.

Mechanical Design

Mechanical design involves creating and developing mechanical systems and components. It requires a combination of creativity and technical knowledge to develop designs that meet specific requirements and constraints. Engineers use design principles, CAD software, and prototyping to bring their ideas to life.

3. Essential Skills for Mechanical Engineers

Mathematical Proficiency

Mechanical engineering relies heavily on mathematics, including calculus, algebra, and differential equations. These mathematical tools are used to model physical systems, analyze forces, and solve complex problems. A strong grasp of math is essential for success in this field.

Problem-Solving Skills

Engineers are often faced with complex problems that require innovative solutions. Strong analytical and critical thinking skills help engineers identify issues, evaluate options, and implement effective solutions. Being a creative problem solver is a key trait of successful mechanical engineers.

Technical Knowledge

Mechanical engineers need a solid understanding of engineering principles, materials science, and mechanics. This technical knowledge allows them to design, analyze, and optimize mechanical systems effectively. Staying current with technological advancements is also important.

Software Skills

In today’s digital world, proficiency with engineering software is crucial. CAD (Computer-Aided Design) software, simulation tools, and other engineering applications help engineers create designs, test simulations, and visualize their projects. Familiarity with these tools enhances productivity and accuracy.

Communication Skills

Effective communication is essential for collaborating with team members, presenting ideas, and documenting work. Mechanical engineers often work in teams and must be able to explain complex concepts clearly and concisely. Strong communication skills help ensure that projects run smoothly and meet objectives.

4. Educational Pathways

Degrees and Certifications

To become a mechanical engineer, you typically need a bachelor’s degree in mechanical engineering or a related field. Advanced degrees, such as a master’s or Ph.D., can open up additional opportunities for specialization and research. Certifications, such as Professional Engineer (PE) licensure, may also be required for certain positions.

Accreditation

When choosing an educational program, it’s important to select a school that is accredited by a recognized body. Accreditation ensures that the program meets industry standards and provides a quality education. Look for programs accredited by organizations like the Accreditation Board for Engineering and Technology (ABET).

Continuing Education

Mechanical engineering is a constantly evolving field. To stay competitive and up-to-date, engineers often engage in continuing education and professional development. This can include attending workshops, earning certifications, or participating in industry conferences.

5. Tools and Technologies

Engineering Software

Modern mechanical engineers rely on various software tools to assist with design, analysis, and simulation. CAD software helps create detailed 2D and 3D models of components and systems. Simulation tools allow engineers to test and validate their designs under different conditions. Mastery of these tools is essential for modern engineering practice.

Lab Equipment

Mechanical engineering labs are equipped with a range of instruments and machinery used for testing and experimentation. Common lab equipment includes tensile testers, flow meters, and thermal chambers. Hands-on experience with these tools is crucial for understanding how theoretical concepts apply in practice.

Emerging Technologies

The field of mechanical engineering is rapidly advancing with new technologies. Innovations such as robotics, 3D printing, and artificial intelligence are transforming the way engineers design and manufacture products. Staying informed about these trends can open up exciting opportunities and keep your skills relevant.

6. Career Opportunities

Industry Sectors

Mechanical engineers work in a variety of sectors, including automotive, aerospace, energy, and manufacturing. Each sector offers unique challenges and opportunities. Whether you’re interested in designing vehicles, developing renewable energy solutions, or working on cutting-edge technologies, there’s likely a niche for you.

Job Roles

Mechanical engineers can pursue various roles, including design engineer, manufacturing engineer, project manager, and research scientist. Each role involves different responsibilities and requires a unique set of skills. Exploring different job roles can help you find a career path that aligns with your interests and goals.

Career Growth

Mechanical engineering offers numerous opportunities for career growth. With experience, you can move into higher-level positions, such as senior engineer or engineering manager. Specializing in a particular area or pursuing advanced degrees can also enhance your career prospects.

7. Real-World Applications

Case Studies

Mechanical engineering projects can range from developing new medical devices to designing efficient energy systems. For example, engineers working on medical devices might design prosthetic limbs that enhance patients' mobility, while those in energy might work on optimizing wind turbines for better performance.

Problem-Solving Examples

Mechanical engineers tackle a wide range of problems, from improving the fuel efficiency of cars to designing safer buildings. By applying engineering principles and creative solutions, they address real-world challenges and contribute to technological advancements.

8. Challenges and Future Trends

Current Challenges

Mechanical engineers face several challenges, including sustainability, resource management, and integrating new technologies. Addressing these challenges requires innovative thinking and a commitment to finding solutions that balance performance with environmental and economic considerations.

Future Trends

The future of mechanical engineering is bright and full of potential. Emerging trends such as smart materials, advanced robotics, and sustainable manufacturing are shaping the industry. Engineers who stay abreast of these trends will be well-positioned to lead and innovate in the coming years.

Mechanical engineering is a dynamic and rewarding field that plays a crucial role in shaping the world around us. By understanding its core principles, key areas, and career opportunities, you can gain a clearer picture of what it means to be a mechanical engineer. If you’re considering a career in mechanical engineering, it’s an exciting field with endless possibilities and opportunities for growth.

FAQs

What is mechanical engineering? Mechanical engineering is a branch of engineering that involves designing, analyzing, and manufacturing mechanical systems. It combines principles of physics, mathematics, and materials science to create and improve technologies.

What are the core principles of mechanical engineering? The core principles include forces and motion, energy, and materials. These principles help engineers understand how to design and build efficient mechanical systems.

What skills are important for a mechanical engineer? Important skills include mathematical proficiency, problem-solving abilities, technical knowledge, software skills, and strong communication skills.

What degree do I need to become a mechanical engineer? Typically, you need a bachelor’s degree in mechanical engineering or a related field. Advanced degrees and certifications can enhance career opportunities.

What types of industries employ mechanical engineers? Mechanical engineers work in various industries, including automotive, aerospace, energy, manufacturing, and robotics.

What are some common tools used in mechanical engineering? Common tools include CAD software for design, simulation tools for testing, and various lab equipment for experimentation.

What is thermodynamics, and why is it important? Thermodynamics is the study of heat and energy transfer. It’s crucial for designing systems like engines and refrigerators to ensure they operate efficiently.

How can I stay updated with advancements in mechanical engineering? Staying updated involves continuing education, attending industry conferences, and following emerging technologies and trends.

What career opportunities are available for mechanical engineers? Career opportunities include roles such as design engineer, manufacturing engineer, project manager, and research scientist.

What are the future trends in mechanical engineering? Future trends include advancements in robotics, smart materials, and sustainable manufacturing practices.

I hope this guide has provided you with a comprehensive understanding of mechanical engineering. If you're considering a career in this field, it offers exciting opportunities and challenges that can make a significant impact on the world. Feel free to dive deeper into each topic and explore how you can contribute to the future of engineering.

#mechanical #mechanical engineering #engineering

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