#fia (er)

[ashartstuffs]

[ journey 1 - comic 01 ] the end of fia's quest

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the cruelest thing arashi can do to fia, is to take her life work's (the mending rune of death) and make sure she will never get her hands on it for all eternity.

not only that, but she's also invited to watch arashi become elden lord of an age where those who live in death will have no place.

all because she used arashi to get to darian in order for her to get her hands on godwyn's hallowbrand.

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[mensiscollar]

fia posing with mermaid godwyn like one of those tinder fisherman profile pics

nice catch!

bonus bc this was literally an idea i've had before lmao:

[magnolia-sunrise]

if you follow my main you probably know ive been replaying elden ring but anyway, i thought i would try to make Wolf in the character creator for the fun and giggles and its hmmmmm hhmhh

not horrible! obviously not quite hitting the mark and i had to go with their medieval AU long hair, but without being able to change the shape of their lips or nose ... :"(

if they were to match their canon in some way, i think it would work if they were a puppet or mimic without realizing it and as for their NPC questline perhaps you would help them find out the truth (and maybe get back at old pervert Seluvis) and then in true soulsborne fashion, they would go mad with sorrow and attack you until you have to put them down : )

anyway happy wolfgang wednesday! survived another week! i feel like im coming down with something nasty today but i have finished some art i will show you later 🙏

[ashwritestuffs]

a bit of early journey 1 lore for my oc arashi

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arashi starts out as a blank slate that barely talks or reacts, decked out in her complete astrologer outfit.

the only person she ever talked to was melina, roderika, and hewg; though the latter only barely as well, seeing as she rarely visited the hold and whenever she does, it was only to upgrade her weapon.

she remained that way for majority of her journey in limgrave, before she slowly started gaining a 'personality' of her own.

though arashi's 'personality' was mostly just her mirroring the person she's infront off.

if they're nice, she's nice. if they're mad at her, she's mad at them as well. if they're calm, she's also calm. so on, and so forth.

one of the few times people would see her true self, even much much later on in her adventure, was whenever she's not infront of someone she could mirror. in which case, she would revert back to a blank slate.

she becomes a special kind of mirror when she dislikes a person.

the personality that she mirrors from them is a more twisted version, and it becomes more severe the more she hates them.

if they'e manipulative, she's even more so; if they're a liar, nothing that comes out of her mouth is true. if they're aggressive, she's violent in turn.

because of this, arashi is naturally good at seeing through people.

fia was not an exception to this.

like how arashi treats most people, she's indifferent to fia. the only reason she got 'close' to her was to help her longtime friend rogier.

even then, she knew how manipulative fia can get.

she thought she knew her well though, which is why her betrayal angered her so much. even though she knew it was coming, it was what she did to a specific someone that turned her indifference to hate.

because she didn't just use her, she also used her to get to darian.

and so she handled fia the only way she knew how: mirroring her.

just like how she betrayed her, arashi would betray her as well.

posing as her closest ally, arashi would aide fia in the deeproot depths and surrender ranni's hallowbrand to her; an item that previously served no purpose until fia had asked for it.

and she would battle fortissax, the lichdragon guarding godwyn, in fia's deathbed dream to get rid of the final obstacle in her path.

in the end, fia would give birth to the mending rune of death. she would be at her highest, having the lord candidate arashi as her ally.

she would wish upon her to become lord and use the mending rune of death, and await for godwyn's revival.

but at that moment, arashi would merely keep the mending rune away from fia as she has no intention of throwing away the path rogier had helped paved for her.

arashi only made her feel hope for a future that would one day welcome those who live in death, only to snuff it out herself.

[pyjamaenzel]

some misc Elden Ring stuff. featuring old man yaoi. (Steinarr was actually supposed to be doing something mundane like whittling and I didn't finish, so it looks a bit silly.)

[camelliagwerm]

Shabriri: you are about to lose something precious to you. The life of a fair maiden.

Shinori:

[cainhorror]

Random Elden Ring icons requested by anonymous ✖ credit is appreciated but not necessary

[kuromi-hoemie]

replaying dark souls 3 and double-checking the wiki to see if Karla has a questline. Very normal Karla reactions happening in the comment section here.

like you know what... I Get It

[irrepressible-miracle]

D and Marianna as foils... Too similar people that are divided by ideology that thins through every action they take, hour by the hour, minute by the minute, how long will it take until that line snaps and they meld into one? Until they don't know where they end and begin?

[sadlazzle]

tbh i want more like. armour for ladies. give me a beautiful gown with an armoured top corset, a flowing skirt that moves beautifully in battle, gauntlets that fit elegantly into the outfit, an intricately designed helm that compliments everything perfectly. can the pretty princess not fight, too ?

[cheriladycl01]

You're a dick Stroll! - Lance Stroll x Engineer! Reader

Plot: You created the best car for the 2024 season however after some harsh comments from Lawrence Stroll about a female engineer having been the reason his son crashed out in Bahrain turns out after investigations from the FIA people owe you an apology!

A/N: Obviously this is fanfic so its dramatized so in no way does this portray anyone in a realistic light and is just for the drama and the vibes.

"You innovations have been amazing this year Y/N all thanks to that brain of yours!" Mike Krack the team Principle for Aston Martin tells you, holding either one of your shoulders shaking them in delight at the new car in front of him.

You had been at Silverstone working as the lead mechanic/ designer on the new car throughout the last half of the 2023 season.

"Thank you, but you know it was a team effort right?" you smiled back, it really was a team effort.

"Well, we actually wanted to offer you a promotions of sorts!" he exclaimed a look of shock crossing your face.

"Excuse me?"

"We figured that you know the car the best and we want you travelling with us to make adjustments as and when needed. Last year was a struggle when we didn't have you here, you are the quickest we've seen and having you on the road with the team would really help.

"This is amazing, yes I'll do it!" you exclaimed happy that you were finally able to travel around the world with Aston Martin.

A month later and you were in Bahrain for pre-season testing of the 2024 year, everything was looking good on both the car, they were running well and the data figures looked good to you and your team.

You'd stayed late with a few other team members making sure everything was ready for the most important Sunday of the year, this race was the one that usually set the drivers mentality for the year. Nobody wanted to crash in the first race and no-one wants to not make it into the points.

You left, once you'd finished your checks on both cars, some people still working around.

"Okay, I'm off guys and ill see you for the big day tomorrow!" you smiled at them before heading back to the hotel that Aston Martin had placed you in. It wasn't a long ride, and you splurged on an Uber considering how much overtime you'd just done in the garage.

You did share a hotel with the drivers, as one of the lead engineers in Aston Martin you got the privilege of the nicer hotel compared to some of your colleagues.

As you entered, you could see some of the drivers sat in the bar, Lando Daniel, Max and his girlfriend Kelly were all sat together taking pictures, obviously for the .jpg accounts.

Charles, Pierre, Carlos and Lewis were also there sat at the bar, drinks in hand. However, with your attention directed elsewhere you felt yourself bump into something.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry" you exclaimed looking towards the person you had bumped into that was now holding your forearm as if to steady you so you didn't fall back.

"It's er okay, you seemed distracted are you... okay?" you hear the person ask and look up to see your teams youngest driver.

"Oh Lance I'm so so sorry!" you say noticing it was him.

"It's okay" he says awkwardly before shuffling off. You watch as he walks up to Alex and George who were also sat with one another. You continue up to your floor before showering and passing out in your bed.

The next day your alarm was set extremely early, you came straight to the track having gotten ready in a record speed time. Your hair was whipped up in a ponytail and you'd nearly put your green Aston Martin team top on back to front.

You got to the track for when Mike told you to meet him there, he wanted you the radio engineers and the strategists to all talk before the race. Considering it was only 7.30 in the morning there were already loads of people in the paddock, from all different teams.

Where it was your first time you didn't know the protocol or anything for greeting other teams, so you just stayed your typical friendly self sending a smile and wave to everyone that you passed and made eye contact with.

Once you'd got into hospitality Ben Mitchell, Chris Conin and Peter Hall were all there, Peter held a coffee out to you with a small smile.

"Thanks" you smiled before you all started to talk about the race ahead, you guys checked the weather patterns and the track temp before trying to plan the race for both drivers.

By the time you'd done your final checks it was time for the race. Lance had placed P7 the day before and Fernando had placed P10 which was an amazing start to the year for Aston Martin.

"How's the car looking?" the social media girl asked, she was looking at the screen of data rolling in from the car but not understanding what the figures actually meant.

"It's performing phenomenally. Its definitely better than last year. Its also original and completely initiative, I've heard Horner and Vasser talking about it!" you explain having heard them interviewing about the grid and a little season preview.

She nods, and you talk a little before she leaves to go and try and film some social media stuff while there isn't too much excitement on the track.

However only 2 laps later Lance was reporting his breaks being stiff, which from the figures looked to be impossible. Before his race engineer could even ask for your advice, Lance went into a turn too quick skidding off the side taking Gasly with him. You looked up at the screen in shock, a hand covering your mouth.

Lance's car had gone sideways before flipping over Gasly's car. Lance and Gasly were both out of the race.

"What the hell happened!" Lawrence screaming coming over to you, all the pit crew who had just pulled Fernando's car in stopped what they were doing and came over to you.

"Sorry?" you asked pulling the headphones off genuinely not having heard him.

"What happened! Your the engineer who was here late last night. What did you do to my sons car, he's an impeccable driver and he has DNFed because YOU cant do your job" he screamed and you flinched taking a wide step back.

"Look i didn't do anything, I wasn't even the final engineer here last night. I think he was just unlucky sir" you tried to explain, but his face like thunder had you a stuttering and stumbling mess.

"Yes you did! Just admit you either sabotaged the car on purpose or your so damn incompetent at your job that you didn't build the car right! You know you should be fired for this, its completely unacceptable and I'll be speaking to Mike about having you removed because you clearly" he starts but one of the crew members behind decided enough was enough and stepped in front of you.

"Hey, sir with all dew respect there are camera's everywhere in here recording so just think about your image" he directs and Fernando having finally got out of his car and having seen what happened to you.

"Lawrence, i think its best that you take a step back" Fernando advises seeing how close he had gotten to you.

Instead he just storms out of the paddock, you release a breath you didn't even realize you had been holding in everyone swarming round you take make sure you were okay.

BREAKING NEWS: FIA LAUNCH INVESTIGATION INTO HEAD OF ENGINEERING AT ASTON MARTIN AFTER STROLL CRASH VIDEO OF LAWRENCE STROLL RIPPING INTO Y/N Y/LN HEAD OF ENGINEERING AT ASTON MARTIN INTERVIEW WITH LAWRENCE STROLL AND MIKE KRACK GETS HEATED AFTER INVESTIGATION LAUNCHED

It only took 4 hours for the public to find out who you were and your social media handles as you had a few people following you. One of which was McLaren who you had worked for under an apprenticeship scheme.

The only thing you really wanted right now was have a drink, so the hotel bar where you were certain would be safe from the public eye. You came down from your hotel room, you weren't in anything fancy and felt out of place the minute you sat down at the bar. Most of the drivers were there celebrating wins, or drinking away the loss.

It was like you had this beeper on you, as when you entered the room and walked to the bar all the drivers seemed to notice you. I mean it wasn't hard, your hair was thrown up in a ratty bun and your eyes were red from having read all the hate messages sent to your inbox.

"She's the one they're investigating because of Stroll's crash! His dad went in on her after the race"

The whispers all around you from people in the bar had you shrinking in your seat.

"So your the one that made me crash!" Lance exclaims from behind you, you turn round seeing his face, angry and upset and expression nobody liked.

"Look, I didn't do anything to the -" you start but are slowly interrupted.

"No you did, you know nothing and you shouldn't be in this job! Everything they are saying about you online is true, you could have killed me and Pierre because of that accident. So careless!" he shouts, which shocked the other drivers as Lance wasn't really one to raise his voice.

"Please Lance, I've already had enough..."

"No, you haven't had enough! You shouldn't be in this sport if you cant build a car properly, it's shit! It's not powerful and you clearly cant build a car like Andre last year!" he says, you could tell he was getting frustrated and it made you take a step of your seat.

"You're a dick Stroll! Andre didn't build the car. I did that's why i took the position this year as he wasn't performing as Head Mechanic so yeah. I didn't do anything to the car, the data was fine maybe you just are as good as a driver as you seem to think you are" you say before storming out of the bar.

Two weeks later, where you'd lazed around all day at home was when you'd got that expected call. You were currently on suspended leave where you were still under investigation. Mike had been facetiming you on and off asking for help to try and speed up the pace of fixing the car before Saudi Arabia GP.

It was in fact Mike calling again, however this time he was telling you to open up any socials and see what the FIA had posted.

CHECKS HAVE BEEN CONDUCTED INTO THE ASTON MARTIN CRASH SHOWING HEAD ENGINEER IS NOT LIABLE AND HAS SERIOULSY BEEN MISSTREATED - FIA FIA COME OUT WITH EVIDENCE THAT ASTON MARTIN HEAD ENGINEER IS NOT TO BLAME FOR STROLL'S SAKHIR CRASH - SKYSPORTS CLEARED FOR DUTY Y/N Y/L/N TO MAKE RETURN AT JEDDAH - F1

"Are you serious?" you say, the first piece of enjoyment in your life in the last few weeks has just occurred.

"Yes, we need you on the first flight out to Saudi, someone's waiting for you at Heathrow to bring you" he exclaims, you jump up cutting the call short and start to rush, packing a bag by slinging clothes in it not bothering to fold. You make sure your uniform is all packed as well as the essentials before running out the door and running to the train station.

You came into the terminal, shooting a text to Mike, not knowing who to be looking for. You look around to see if you can see one of the other mechanics or maybe Mike's personal assistant but you come short.

"Come on Mike" you whisper to yourself looking at your phone.

"Y/N?" you hear from behind you. You knew that Canadian voice all to well.

"Lance?" you ask with a slight sneer to your tone, you were still angry and upset with him and his father for jumping to such outrageous conclusions.

"Mike wants you there asap, so I suggested you come with me" he says guiding you down a secure back path to where it leads out to the jets.

"Your kidding me right?" you ask as he walks you out onto the den where his dad's private jet is waiting.

"We needed you there as soon as possible the car is in literal pieces without you there!" he exclaims, having heard from his father than things had been slow in the garage.

"Well, do you now trust me to build you an effective car?" you ask halting your steps, you didn't want to work with him anymore if you didnt have his trust. Throughout your suspension you had both McLaren and Mercedes reach out to you offering you a job with them once it all blew over.

"I do trust you, I just got angry when i crashed the car in the first race of the season, my dad blamed it on you and to me that seemed the most logical. I am sorry for what its worth" he says awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"For what its worth... you're still a dick. But i think i can put up with that" you smile, before following him over to the pane ahead.

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[lqvesoph]

his rival's sister (pt. 2)

gif by @racingheartstopper

paring: charles leclerc x drivers sister!reader

warnings: lots of yelling, events after the japanese grand prix

HUGE THANK YOU TO @fryskje for helping me with the dutch <33

this is a two-shot, 1st part here

this is purely fiction!!

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Your eyes searched for Charles who was standing next to his team members. The sadeness on his face was visible to anyone. He drove a fantastic race, the degradation killing his tyres in the end causing him to make a small mistake which led to a 5 second penalty.

You obviously were overly excited because your brother had just won his second championship but you're heart also broke a little for Charles.

His tired eyes met yours and you swallowed hard. Then you made an impulsive choice and waved him over to you.

Charles furrowed his eyebrows, making you wave again. He spoke to his engineer for a second before handing him his bottle and making his way over to you.

As soon as he was in reach, you leaned over the barrier and wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Charles was surprise by your sudden action, but put both hands on your waist and pulled you a little closer so you where standing on your tip toes. The barrier pressed into your middle but you didn't care.

Your fingers tangled in his sweaty hair on the back of his neck while his digger deep into your waist.

Charles pulled back and looked at you with shock on his face. You smiled and giggled at what you've just done. "You'll get them next year", you whispered, stroking his cheeks in the process.

"This was incredibly reckless and impulsive", he mumbled. "I know", you chuckled. A slight smile spread on his face and he leaned in for another kiss before going back to his team again.

You leaned back behind the barrier again and let your thumb trail over your lips. When you turned around, you saw Kelly looking at you with her eyebrows raised.

"You wanna talk about that?", she mumbled, making you chuckle. "I mean, what?? How?? Why didn't I know about this? Does Max know?", she called, pressing closer to you so you could talk.

"Shhh", you giggled, pressing your finger to your lips. "He does now", you answered her last question, which made Kelly laugh.

To say Max wasn't pleased when he saw the footage of Charles and you after the race playing on screens in the cool down room, was an understatement.

He starred at the screen before turning around to see Charles talking to Checo about their last lap fighting.

"Leclerc!", he called, an angry expression painted his face. Charles looked up to see the dutch driver storming towards him.

"Why the fuck were your hands-", but he didn't get much further because an official from the FIA called for Charles to go out on the podium.

Slightly confused about Max's outburst, he made his way outside. He waved and immediately searched for you in the crowd of Red Bull team members.

When he found you, a smile crept its way on his face. You grinned brightly and held up the chain with the small C pendant. Charles let out a small laugh when he saw it and shyly looked down to his feet.

Kelly chuckled in disbelief and kept clapping. "You need to tell me everything", she called which made you laugh. "If you help me stop Max from killing him, yes I will", you replied laughing.

"Y/n! I need to talk to you!", Max called after the podium, walking straight towards you. "Maxie, please calm-", you tried to smooth the tension but your brother wasn't having it.

"Don't tell me to calm down!", he said, grabbing your arm tightly and pulling you inside the Red Bull hospitality.

"Wat de fuck was dat? Waarom zou je dat doen? Hem zoenen voor miljoenen mensen (What the fuck was that? Why would you do that? Kiss him in front of millions?)", was the last thing Charles heard from outside. He didn't understand Max's words but could for sure make out how mad he was.

"Max, rustig aan!! (Max, calm down!!)", you yelled. "Nee, dat doe ik niet! Vertel me wat er in godsnaam aan de hand is tussen jou en Charles!! (No, I won't! Tell me what the heck is going on between you and Charles!!)", your older brother fired back.

The people in the corridor started to give you weird looks, so you decided to grab your brother's arm and pull him towards his driver room.

"We're dating, okay?", you called when the door fell shut. "No, not okay! It's Charles!! Date geen vrienden van je broer of zus, weet je nog? (Don't date friends of your sibling, remember?)", Max reminded you of the rule you made when you were kids.

"Max we were 7 years old when we made that stupid rule-" "I told you the year I got into Formula 1, not to date any of the guys. A relationship with a driver isn't good, we aren't there for most of the year and instead basically live in airplanes and hotels!", Max called, his voice going from angry to worried.

"Maxie, I know what I got myself into when we started dating! I know how your life is, I've been with you since the start of your career!", you said, seeing how internally conflicted he was.

"Ik wil gewoon niet dat je gekwetst wordt (I just don't want you to get hurt)", he mumbled, an almost defeated expression on his face now.

"Ik weet het, maar het is Charles, je kent hem (I know but it's Charles, you know him)", you smiled a little. Max stepped closer and carefully wrapped his arms around you.

"Okay", he mumbled into your hair. "Can you tell me for how long you hid... your relationship?", your brother asked, hesitating at the word 'relationship'.

"We've been together for four months", you told him. Max nodded and pulled back to look at you. "And he treats you right?"

A smile found its way on your lips and you nodded. "He does", you said, thinking of the times he's brought flowers to your hotelroom or surprised you with a little dinner date in his room.

"Is he the reason you've come to most of the races since Monaco?", Max wanted to know. "Yes", you admitted, looking down to your feet. "I have to say, I found it a little suspicious because you never come to that many races", Max laughed and hugged you once again.

"If you're happy, them I'm happy", he said, stroking your hair and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I am. Charles really makes me happy", you replied with a smile. Max nodded. "Let's go back outside, alright? I need to have a talk with your boyfriend", he said and opened the door.

"Please let him live", you chuckled, knowing how intimidating your brother could be.

After Max had changed into something more comfortable than his racing suit, you two stepped outside again only to find Kelly talking to Charles who also got changed.

"It'll be fine", Kelly assured the monegasque, that was the only part of the conversation you heard before they looked at you.

You gave your boyfriend a motivating smile and moved next to Kelly. "How did he take it?", she whispered. "He was angry at first but accepted it eventually. He said if he makes me happy then he's fine with it", you quickly told her before focusing on the two guys.

"Max-", Charles started, wanting to explain himself but your brother interrupted him.

"If you hurt her, I'll crash you out on purpose", Max threatened with a cold voice.

"I won't, I promise", Charles replied, nodding vigorously. Then Max held up one hand. A relieved expression painted Charles' face at the gesture of peace, signaling that Max accepted your relationship.

They hugged for a quick second which made you smile.

"I can't believe I was spraying you with champagne while you were fucking my sister behind my back", Max chuckled, causing Charles and you to open your eyes wide.

"Max!!", you yelled, slapping the back of your brothers head.

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[mensiscollar]

infatuated with a fish. call that infishuation

and no, i will not post godwyn fanart without making a fish joke so don't even ask

[drivestraight]

toxic teamates but not teammates au omfg. okay but can you tell us where oscar goes in 2026?

heh

The sun is starting to set along the French Riviera when Oscar sees Max Verstappen for the first time since the 2025 FIA Prize Giving Ceremony, jogging toward him in the distance.

It’s not his first time crossing paths with another driver on this coastal jogging trail; the last few times, he’d just give the other driver a civil wave, a tiny smile, and they’d keep going their separate ways. But for some reason, Oscar finds himself slowing down to a halt, catching his breath, and calling Max’s name.

Max falters for a moment, then regains his pace, meeting Oscar in the middle, where he’d stopped.

“Hey, mate,” Max says, blinking, eyes wide, looking a little caught. “Nice to see you.”

There’s a brief pause. Oscar places his hand on the back of his neck, slightly damp with sweat. Oscar has never really known how to talk to him outside parc fermé and the cooldown room.

“How’ve you been?” he asks.

“Good,” Max says. “Very relaxed.” Another stilted beat, before he tacks on, “You?”

“Same,” Oscar blurts out, before realizing that wasn’t at all the case. “Er, well,” he says, deciding to test the waters and tell the truth. “I spent most of it in Milton Keynes.”

Max blinks a couple times. “Of course,” he replies, with a sharp nod. They fall back into silence. Oscar shifts on his feet, wondering if Max is going to ask him about the team, about the car, about everything he’d left behind. He doesn’t, though. He just claps his hand on Oscar’s shoulder, smiles, and asks, “I’ll see you around?”

Oscar sucks in a breath. “Yeah,” he says, doing his best to conceal his disappointment. “I’ll see you,” he says, not even sure if that’ll be true. It doesn’t really matter in the end, because Max is gone, and jogging away.

[arcadekitten]

Playing Fia's Night Out, and am I understanding correctly that Fia's mother is single?

Er- asking for a friend

Haha! yes, Fia's mother (Bianca) is single. She became a widow not too long ago.

[pyjamaenzel]

Death's companion.