f1academy The French speaking duo of @/Charles_Leclerc and Aurelia Nobels team up against Spaniards @/WeugMaya and @/Carlossainz55 to compete for glory in the Ferrari paddock... Who will win? 🏆
So, I've been dropping hints about OCs I've been obsessing over lately that I haven't properly introduced yet and I can't figure out who to introduce first, so... I figured, in my indecisiveness, I'd finally use the poll feature and let YOU decide, my lovely followers! And these intros come with a special treat, because, on top of the usual moodboard-playlist-combo, I made manips (or, in one case, a gif) for them!
Still working on the Cherik Mpreg Midquel that I’ve been planning for so long. Work is slow, but it is working. If you know the context of the story, you know one reason why it’s taking so long, lol. As a subject, this is very difficult thing to write. And very hard to ‘get right,’ as it were. I’m trying. But writing the scene in question made my heart hurt.
It’s at about 3.5k or so now, and it’s not even half done yet. I think I said once that it’d be longer than all four (!) of the other fics in the series combined, and it’s definitely seeming that way.
It’ll be a little while yet before it’s ready, but I do have a teeny tiny lil mini excerpt for you?
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For what seemed like hours Erik paced, walking up one way, then back down the other. He flexed his hand where Charles had held it in his pain, feeling the phantom grip and wondering if it would be the last time he held that hand. More than once, he curled himself against the cold tile wall and cried. This was how Hank found him when the door opened. The young doctor decided, wisely, to never mention this.
“Charles?” The question was watery, full of fear.
“Come inside,” Hank said, as gentle as Erik had ever heard him. Shaking a bit, he followed him in.
Charles’ doctor was hanging a transfusion bag on an IV stand. She looked tired, exhausted even, and her clothes had seen better days. That’s Charles’ blood, he thought, and his heart seemed to beat impossibly faster. The man in question lay on the hospital bed. Pale and still, but Erik could see clearly the rise and fall of his chest. Alive. He felt his knees buckle. Hank grabbed his arm, a silent support.
george rexstrew deserves awards for many things but i have to say. edwin’s bloodcurdling scream as niko gets killed deserves a whole award unto itself. like. that scream did not feel at all like a tv show scream. to a somewhat jarring degree. and i can’t express how much I respect that
Human connections were never easy when I was alive. And now that I'm dead, they seem to bring somehow even more baggage. There are these feelings that I'm not used to. I thought those feelings were never to be spoken of. But once you have them… it's hard to hold them back. And that terrifies me.
they always say things like this after working together again (which happen more often than them fighting each other in this series). i need logan to bang their heads together so they can finally see that they're better TOGETHER than against one another
i love how dead boy detectives presents such a diverse mix of the campiest, most over-the-top tv characters of all time, and the best representation of actual real-life human beings i think i have ever seen on television
There's something so perfect about Charles and Edwin loving and needing each other, but also going to Crystal and Niko's rooms respectively after a rough case because there is also so much value in them having sanctuaries outside of each other.