#making sc cool again

[theonlyonesora]

More Than a Mystery

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

The first photo hit the internet at midnight.

A blur of city lights. A street in Shibuya. And Lewis Hamilton—not alone.

Hand in hand with a woman no one could name. Her face partly obscured by a scarf and dark sunglasses, her body language casual, comfortable. His arm slung around her shoulders. Matching black and cream fits, both of them sleek and untouchable like fashion had been invented just for them.

He wasn’t hiding.

And neither were you.

It began days earlier, when the plane touched down in Tokyo and the air already buzzed with the quiet promise of something cinematic.

The trip was supposed to be private.

Just the two of you. A borrowed apartment tucked behind a small sushi bar. Long walks through quiet streets, your hands tucked into his jacket when the wind turned cool. You went to vintage markets, tasted things from tiny bowls, got lost in unfamiliar alleyways where the air smelled of soy, engine oil, and rain.

One night, you found yourselves standing at the edge of an empty parking lot beneath a full moon—watching street racers drift in perfect, smoky pirouettes. It reminded you of his world, but raw, unscripted. Underground.

Lewis watched like a kid again. Bright-eyed. Grinning.

And when the wind kicked up, his arm wrapped around your waist, his lips brushed your temple, and someone—hidden behind a chain-link fence—snapped the photo that would light a fire across every screen in the motorsport world.

.

Media day at Suzuka came fast.

The paddock buzzed more than usual. The air was thick with humidity and headlines.

He arrived in a cream kimono-style jacket over tailored black pants, layered chains glittering against his collarbone, and sunglasses he didn’t take off once. You walked beside him in a sleek, high-waisted skirt and a satin blouse that shimmered slightly when you moved—modern and minimal, like you were born to walk next to him.

There were whispers. Gasps.

Phones raised. Journalists leaned forward. PR teams flinched.

But Lewis? He smiled.

Didn’t rush you ahead. Didn’t let you fall behind. Just stayed with you, a hand at the small of your back, a glance that said I’ve waited long enough.

And when someone asked, mid-interview, “Lewis, care to introduce the woman who’s broken the internet this week?”

He laughed, rich and unbothered. “I don’t think the internet needs an introduction,” he said, eyes flicking to you for just a moment. “She’s with me. That’s all that matters.”

Back at the hotel, the walls were quiet again.

No media. No cameras. Just your laughter echoing off polished stone floors and the rustle of silk sheets as you changed out of your day clothes.

Lewis leaned in the doorway, watching you.

You pretended not to notice. Until his voice slid across the room like velvet.

“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked. “The attention.”

“I mind a little,” you admitted, fastening an earring. “But I’d mind more if I wasn’t beside you.”

His smile softened, slow and intimate.

“You make all of this feel different,” he said, stepping closer. “Less lonely. More... mine.”

That night, he took you to the rooftop.

The city below looked like stardust. There was a low hum of jazz playing somewhere behind glass, and the air was just cool enough to pull your coat tight around you.

He pulled it back open, gently, so he could wrap his arms around you from behind. His breath found the hollow of your throat.

“After the race,” he murmured, “I want to take you to Kyoto. We’ll disappear for a few days. Just us.”

You nodded, turning in his arms.

“Disappearing with you sounds perfect.”

He kissed you—deep and slow and with the kind of tenderness that made your knees give just a little.

And you knew, as the city glittered behind him, that the world could spin madly on.

Because the man in your arms wasn’t just seven-time world champion Lewis Hamilton. He was yours.

.

The garage thrummed with tension.

Engines roared just meters away. Mechanics stood still as statues, eyes fixed on the monitors. Screens reflected in their visors. Red suits. Red walls. Red everything.

You stood between the noise and the heat, next to Alexandra—serene and golden, with her soft hair tucked behind her ear and her understated Cartier bracelet catching the light. She was the calm before the storm.

You were the storm’s echo.

Draped in a tailored black dress with subtle lace at the sleeves, your long dark hair cascaded over your shoulders in soft waves. A silver Ferrari pin gleamed at your collar. Next to Alex’s warm glow, you were shadow and smoke—equal, but opposite. And the cameras loved the contrast.

Every so often, they caught the two of you—your quiet conversations, your focused gazes. The way you and Alexandra leaned in together as Charles and Lewis both climbed through the early laps.

They called you the fashionista WAGs. But no one saw the way your fingers twitched nervously when Lewis went wheel-to-wheel. No one noticed how Antony noticed.

Antony Hamilton—his presence like comfort in human form—stood beside you in a black polo and cap, sunglasses hiding half his face but not his warmth.

"You doing alright, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning just close enough to be heard over the headset chatter.

You smiled without looking away from the screen. "He’s in P3, fighting for P2. I’m pretending I’m not holding my breath."

Antony chuckled, that warm fatherly sound. "He does that to all of us. Gave me gray hair by the time he turned seventeen."

You glanced up at him, easing a bit. "He gave me insomnia."

"That means you care." He nudged your elbow gently. "I like you for him, you know. You’re good for him. He’s lighter now. He laughs more. Hell, I saw him eat breakfast for once."

That pulled a soft laugh out of you, a real one.

"And you," Antony added, nodding toward the track, “you’ve got the look.”

You raised a brow, amused. “What look?”

“The look of someone who would fight God if he ever put Lewis in danger.”

You grinned. “I would.”

He smiled proudly. “Then you’re already part of the family.”

You felt it in that moment—not the cameras, not the whispering press or the hovering speculation. Just the red around you. The man on the track who had your whole heart. And the family who stood beside him… and now, beside you.

Lewis’s car flew past the garage and you felt it in your ribs.

You pressed a hand to your chest, grounding yourself.

Alex glanced over and gave you a knowing smile. “You okay?”

“I’m not breathing, but yes,” you whispered, lips curling slightly. “I think I’m okay.”

She squeezed your hand gently.

Two women. Different shades of love. Both watching their men chase greatness.

.

The race ended with fireworks and Ferrari red confetti, but the real spark came in the moments that weren’t meant for the cameras.

Lewis had claimed second on the podium—his best finish with Ferrari yet—and the crowd had roared for him, for the comeback, for the icon in scarlet. You watched from behind the garage, your hand pressed to your lips as if holding in all the things you couldn’t scream.

The moment the celebrations quieted, just as the cameras turned to chase other drivers, he slipped out—sweat-drenched suit unzipped halfway, champagne still sparkling on his collar.

And then?

Then he kissed you.

Behind the garage. Half in shadow. Half in sun.

It wasn’t rushed or showy. It was slow. Deep. Unapologetic.

Your hands found the sides of his neck, his arms locked around your waist, and he whispered against your mouth, “I needed that.”

“You earned it,” you said, breathless, as he rested his forehead against yours.

That kiss wasn’t caught on camera. But the way he smiled at you as he walked back toward the paddock—that was. And it didn’t take long.

The Internet:

🗞 Sky Sports F1:

Lewis Hamilton spotted celebrating P2 in Suzuka with mystery woman in black — Ferrari’s new lucky charm?

📸 @f1gossipqueen:

THE KISS. We didn’t see it but WE KNOW. Someone behind the Ferrari garage swears they saw Lewis full-on make out with her. And I believe it.

🐦 @formulawifey:

I LOVE HER. The attitude. The outfit. The grip she has on Lewis 😩 She’s giving Morticia Addams meets Italian runway model and I’m here for it.

💬 @lewishfan4eva:

Idk who she is but she looks like she reads Tolstoy and would fight you with a blade hidden in her thigh-high boot.

📱 @ferrarigfupdates:

Charles and Lewis’s girl in the garage today >>>>>>> Soft sunshine + gothic mystery. It’s giving aesthetic. It’s giving power couple. It’s giving... marry me pls.

🎥 TikTok:

[montage of you and Lewis across the weekend: holding hands, exchanging glances, laughing together in the background of the Ferrari motorhome] 🎵 Lana Del Rey - “Love” playing in the background Caption: when your favorite driver’s girl looks like she could break your heart and write poetry about it

Back at the Hotel That Night

The door clicked shut behind you, but the laughter hadn’t stopped.

You were both still a little tipsy from the post-race champagne. Lewis had peeled off his jacket and flung it somewhere onto the velvet armchair, his tie loosened, his grin unstoppable.

“You saw the tweets?” you teased, setting down your clutch.

“Oh, I saw them,” he said, prowling closer like he had all the time in the world. “They’re calling you my femme fatale. My beautiful danger.”

You arched a brow. “And what do you call me?”

He stopped in front of you, hands resting low on your hips. “Mine.”

You smiled, heart quickening, lips barely brushing his. “You really think we can keep this going now that the world’s watching?”

“I don’t care who’s watching,” he said, mouth trailing down your jaw. “Let them see. I want them to see.”

The night unraveled in soft sighs and tangled sheets, in the quiet between kisses where only truth lived. There was heat, yes—but also something slower, sweeter. The kind of intimacy that lingers even after the lights go out.

He held you after, fingers tracing the curve of your spine.

“You know,” he whispered, voice hoarse with affection, “this... whatever we’re building—I want to take it all the way.”

You turned in his arms, eyes half-lidded, warm. “Me too.”

[brookediamonds]

can i request axel helping the reader babysit their little sister?

i'm happy at home | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: What was supposed to be a fun night out has turned into a night of babysitting with your boyfriend, Axel.

Word Count: 960 Warnings: fluff, axel being cute

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"I'm sorry, sweetie, they're calling everyone in," your mom apologizes as she hurriedly packs her back pack.

"It's fine, I didn't have set plans anyway," you assure her trying not to look too disappointed you wouldn't be going to hang out with your boyfriend.

"You can invite Axel over if you want," she offers as she slings her back over her shoulder. "I trust with your sister around, there will be no funny business."

"Mom," you blush embarrassed by her words.

"Alright, alright," she chuckles walking around the kitchen island to grab her keys from the wall. "Call him if you want, sweetheart. I'll be home by morning, don't wait up for me."

She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door, leaving you standing there, phone already in hand. You hesitate for a moment before clicking on Axel's contact.

You glumly hold your phone to your ear as the dial tone rang, when he picks up.

"Hi, my love," he greets you sweetly, his low accent sending a warmth through you.

"Hey," you exhale, leaning your back against the counter behind you.

"I'm just about to head out to go pick you up," he informs you making you frown.

"Actually before you do, there's been a change in plans," you say. "My mom got called in to the hospital so I have to watch my sister tonight. Raincheck?"

There's a brief pause before Axel speaks again. "Well, I can come over and help out, keep you company."

Your heart softens at the offer. "You really don’t have to—"

"It's okay, we'll have fun!" He exclaims. "Your sister does love me you know?"

You laugh softly, shaking your head slightly. "Yes, I know," you mumble.

"Now, what should I bring you two for dinner?"

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It’s barely twenty minutes later when the sound of a car pulling up outside has you peeking out the window.

Axel steps out, a takeout bag in one hand and a drink carrier in the other, looking as effortlessly cool as ever in his hoodie and sweats.

You open the door before he can even knock, leaning against the frame with a smirk. "You are by far the hottest delivery boy I've ever seen. Can I have your number?"

Axel huffs a laugh, stepping inside. "I don’t know… You look like the type to leave me on read."

You snort, reaching for the food, but he lifts it just out of reach.

"Uh-uh," he teases. "Where’s the little princess? I brought her a milkshake."

Right on cue, your five-year-old sister comes bounding down the hallway.

"Axel!" she squeals, making a beeline for him.

Axel crouches, handing her the smallest cup from the carrier. "One vanilla milkshake for my favorite girl."

She beams, taking it with both hands. "You're my favorite, too!"

You gawked crossing your arms over your chest as your sister turns to run towards the kitchen. "What about me?"

Axel steps towards you with a small smirk on his face, holding up another cup.

"You," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before you can protest, "are my love."

You can't help but blush as you rolled your eyes. "Fine, you're forgiven."

The three of you settle at the dining table, unwrapping burgers and digging into fries while your sister chatters excitedly about her day.

Axel listens with an amused expression, nodding along like every word is the most fascinating thing he’s ever heard.

Dinner goes by quickly, and before you can suggest a movie, your sister tugs on Axel’s sleeve. "Come play dolls with me!"

You bite back a grin as she begins to pull him towards the living room where her barbies and other toys laid sprawled out.

"Dolls, huh?" Your boyfriend glances at you with a look of uncertainty.

"Scared?" You taunt him as she makes her self comfortable on the carpet.

"Of course not," he scoffs moving to sit cross-legged beside her, holding a tiny plastic doll between his fingers.

"So, what’s my role here?" he asks staring at the blonde doll in his hold.

"You’re Ken!" your sister announces, shoving another doll into his other hand. "This one is his best friend."

Axel looks at the doll in each hand, then clears his throat, changing his accent to American and deepening his voice.

"Hey, man. Nice car," he says, making the dolls 'talk' to each other. Your sister bursts into giggles.

"Ken doesn’t talk like that!" She says through fits of laughter.

You can’t help but laugh at the sight, your tough, brooding boyfriend sitting in the middle of the floor, completely serious about his assigned doll role.

He catches your amused expression and playfully narrows his eyes. "Don’t say a word."

"Sure thing, dear," you wink at him, secretly taking your phone to snap a picture before he can notice.

After nearly half an hour of dolls, you finally convince your sister to wind down with the movie 'Lilo & Stitch.'

You all pile onto the couch, your sister snug between you and Axel, wrapped in a soft blanket.

The movie plays softly in the background, but before long, her little head starts nodding against Axel’s arm.

"Out like a light," he murmurs, glancing down at her sleeping figure.

You smile, brushing a strand of hair from her small round face. "She had fun."

Axel shifts slightly, draping an arm across the back of the couch so that his fingers ghost against your shoulder. "Did you?"

"Yeah," you tilt your head toward him, meeting his gaze. "Thanks for coming over."

He gives you a small, knowing smile, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. "Of course."

As Lilo and Stitch went hunting for jobs with Nani, you lean into him, his warmth seeping into you while your sister sleeps soundly between you.

It might not have been the night you originally planned, but with Axel here, it still turned out perfect.

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Masterlist

Taglist: @ggrgcribg

(a/n: this was so cute 🥹 loving the requests!)

[pjomakesyourkidsgay]

. . . jason grace

˖°𓇼bf!jason is NOT classy. this man grew up with wolves and warriors what did you expect. bf!jason who doesn't know whether to spend the day in the mortal world or in new rome. bf!jason who would ask every single woman he knew how to woo you properly on valentines and they would probably end up messing with him. bf!jason who picks you up by flying into your window all smoothly with a huge smile on his face. bf!jason who brings you your favorite flowers. bf!jason who ends up being so formal and taking you to an impressive restaurant as a favor from his dad. bf!jason who uses son of the king privileges to get you expensive gifts and drive you around in a car he doesn't own (oop) and stuff. bf!jason who is a complete gentleman and so respectful and kind (ultimate rizz level). bf!jason who gets a little shy because he just adores you so much. bf!jason who takes you somewhere "secret" and it ends up just being a quiet neighborhood. bf!jason who parks the car somewhere hidden and wraps a strong arm around you and flies up to one of the roofs to watch the sunset. bf!jason who listens to you talk so fondly and asks if you had fun with him. bf!jason who holds your hand on the roof as night fell, scooting ever closer, your head on his shoulder.

the sun was low in the horizon by the time you left the restaurant from your lunch date with jason. the day had been going well, you were half-doubled over with laughter, and your cute blonde boyfriend was unable to stop smiling.

"okay, gentleman," you tease as jason opened the car door for you, closing it before entering the vehicle himself.

"i hope you liked the food?" he asks, fixing his seatbelt and refusing to meet your eyes. your lips quirk up at that, running a hand over his arm comfortingly.

"we were there for hours, jase. the waiter was about to kick us out."

he was pleased with that. "just checking."

he starts the car and drives. the flowers he had gotten perfumed the interior, the bag with the personalized necklace for you sitting comfortably in your lap.

the blond boy breaks the silence, "you okay with spending the rest of the night with me?"

"yes."

"no time limit from your parents?"

"no."

"are you sure?"

"yes."

"are you sure sure that you don't need to be home by nine o'clock?"

"jason!" you laugh, turning your body to look at him. "my parents trust you a lot, my dad may not show it but he's really fond of you, okay? i can come home late tonight."

you kiss the tips of your fingers then hold it to his cheek. he beams. "just checking."

the rest of the ride was silent, but not awkwardly so. he pulls up to a wealthy looking neighborhood, was let in by the gate guard (to your surprise), and parked beside one of the huge trees.

"did you buy a house?" you joke, stepping out of the car after he, once again, opens the door for you. jason looks pleased with himself, and although you expected him to say no, he had a couple more surprises up his sleeve.

he scratches his nape, pushing up his glasses with his other hand. "i, uh... rented it."

"you rented a house?!" you exclaim, but before youcould scold him for his lack of monetary responsibility (despite it being provided by his father), he wraps an arm around your waist firmly and shoot up into the air, eliciting a loud scream from you.

"just making sure nobody was around to see tthis, exactly," he says.

he lands on the roof. the sun was quickly reaching its lowest point, and the sky was painted by hues of red, orange and pink. you watch it in awe from your new view point, even standing up a little to see the expanse of houses stretching out as far as your eyes could see.

the air was getting cool now, nipping yourskin slightly and making you shiver in your sleeveless dress. you felt jason's presence coming closer behind you, and he turns you around softly.

your eyes glittering in gratitude, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him, his glasses pressing into your cheeks, his lips soft except for the part where his scar was, pouring every single thank you in your mind into it.

he pulls away first. "we've still got dinner."

dividers by: @strangergraphics and @drinkthesky

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: That one episode of teen titans where they all dress up as Robin + Tim being a gremlin about his legacy + Danny look alike/twin AU.

So there is that episode of Teen Titans where Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven all dress as Robin (Dick) while he's out and it's admitted that the outfit makes them feel cool. Imagine a young Tim hearing that story mentioned in passing by Dick while trying to manage what becomes Young Just-us. And then when Damain becomes Robin?? Gremlin mode activated.

Tim hosts regular 'Robin' Parties, where the idea is that you come in Robin colors, get a mask at the door and everyone gets to basically hang out in civilian clothes without the identity crises for those just getting started. "age appropriate" drinks, games, and good music are all staples. The parties become more frequent once Damian becomes Robin and he pointedly doesn't attend Tim's parties which... Neither of them are really happy about. Family is complicated, but finally, after a few years of cooling off, it's decided that Robin will actually host this years Robin party.

Meaning Tim shows up in casual clothes (MIT sweatshirt) and a mask, and Damian is actually dressed as Robin when the party is starting to get into the swing of things. The point of it is to make sure all the young heroes get to come and start to befriend each other, so there are a few people who show up and have to actually say that they're *insert alias* and this is met with basically "Dope, nice to meet you Robin" etc.

Insert Danny Twin AU (Or just look-alike fuckery) (for either brother but my brain is on Tim Twin au mode).

Danny decides to show up as his human self, grabs a mask at the door before coming in, and is slowly integrating himself into a conversation when someone grabs his arm- "Hey Red your brother is fighting with a newbie about meat products again-"

And Danny doesn't have a brother but my god has he heard this fight too many times with Sam and Tucker- He's going in and he's defusing this situation because he cannot handle the thought of this argument taking over his new friend group. He deals with it enough, okay?

Robin (like, the real one) looks at him curiously while Danny is talking down the other hero Robin (insert here), and the whole room notices when Robin doesn't take the opportunity to dismiss or belittle his older brother (Lmao because its danny). Damian cannot place his unease about Drake (again, Danny, who is not hiding his identity beyond a mask), and simply decides that this isn't worth the effort.

The party moves on but now instead of everyone calling themselves Robin, Danny is distinctly being called Red. It confuses him a bit, he didn't even know Red Robin was going to be at this party (he hasn't met the guy and doesn't know the lore), but he rolls with it because he's made fast friends with Robin (Bart), Robin (Cassie) and Robin (JON). The kid was full little bro energy and it made Danny laugh, he was so surprised when the real Robin joined them and fell into easy conversation with Robin (Jon).

Danny is playing games with a few others when someone goes to grab a broom to clean up- Turns out Red Robin and his boyfriend Kon had been making out in the closet for most of the party- and the whole room looks at Danny like he's tried to trick them. Tim is at first uneasy that so many people mistook him, but once he's in front of his dupe, puzzle pieces start to move around in his head.

"And who are you again, Robin?" Tim asks carefully, though he suspects he has his answer.

"Uh, Phantom, but you know, a lot of people were calling me Red tonight and I didn't get why until just now." Danny laughs nervously.

"Yeah I bet- Find me monday and we can see about a geneology test."

"That leaves us the whole weekend, to do what exactly? Fuck with people by pulling a parent trap style swap?"

"Nature vs. nuture and all but I don't know how you could be anything but my brother with a question like that." Tim grins and they get to scheming.

[peachessndreamss]

Thunderstruck

Summery : When a scorching hot summer a thunderstorm wakes you and Eddie and gets the two of you worked up

Characters : Eddie Munson x fem!reader. no use of y/n

Warnings : explicit sexual content including, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v sex, canon typical drug use

Word count : 3.2 k

A/N : Previously posted on my now deleted page. Honestly just re-sharing because I still love this idea and this character. And I'm willing the summer to start here.

Is there anything sweeter than a summer thunderstorm? The weather had been oppressively hot for two weeks now, the grass was dead and yellow with the lack of rain and the soil in every flower bed deeply cracked and dusty. The town pool was full to bursting every day of the week with children and adults alike trying to escape the heat. 

Eddie's home often became so hot in the day it was physically impossible to stay inside for more than a few minutes without feeling like you were being cooked alive in an oversized tin can. You’d spend the hours of sunshine sitting outside on old and creaking sun loungers listening to music on Eddie’s stereo, reading or dozing. Eddie would strip down to his boxers and stretch out his slim, pale body in the shade but only after you’d smothered him in sunscreen and he was so greasy with it he looked like a professional wrestler. 

At night the trailer was a little cooler, but still every window needed to be flung open wide to coax in the almost non-existent cool breeze that danced on the warm night air. You’d sleep under a thin, cotton sheet, as anything else would have been too uncomfortable and even then, with Eddie running hot, he often abandoned the sheet all together and just slept naked and uncovered. 

It had been an easy Saturday, nothing to be achieved and nowhere for either of you to be. Band practice had been cried off due to the heat and D&D wasn’t until Tuesday so you and Eddie had spent the day on the sun loungers. Eddie was re-reading The Hobbit, his copy battered and bent at the spine from the many times it had been opened and poured over. He would read his favourite parts aloud to you, giving every character their own distinct voice, he’d read it so many times now he was reciting it from memory rather than reading. 

After a dinner of take away pizza enjoyed outdoors with Uncle Wayne before he headed off for his shift , and a few joints to see the day home, you and Eddie had climbed into his bed, laying as far apart as possible as to not make each other warmer than necessary. 

It was very early in the morning when you were woken up, the room was still dark, not even a hint of the dawn in the darkness so it was the sound that had disturbed you and after listening for a few seconds you heard it again, the deep, rolling roar of thunder. It lasted for as long as 10 seconds before fading into a heavy silence. Then the rain started, a gentle plink-plonk at first but within moments it was a downpour. Heavy rain drops slamming into the roof of the trailer and bouncing back up only to fall again. Then another rumble of thunder and a flash of bright white lightning. 

“Eddie,” you whispered, grabbing at his arm and tugging gently, “Eddie, wake up,”.

Eddie snorted and shifted onto his back, turning his head and squinting at you. 

“Was it?” he grunted, confused and upset by being woken up. His nose scrunched up and his eyes struggled to open. 

“Listen,” you insisted quietly, grabbing hold of his forearm. His skin was hot to touch and clammy. 

It took him a few seconds to realise what you were talking about, as he listened, his brows unfurrowed and his eyes eased open. He cocked his head to one side, the tangle of curls under his head crackling on the fabric of his pillow. 

“It’s raining?” he asked, glancing at you. 

“It’s a thunderstorm,” you replied with a grin. 

“Awesome,” he said with a grin as he sat up and flung himself off the bed and across the small room to the window, yanking back the light curtain and taking in the scene. 

The sky seemed to glow dark red and stormy grey, the clouds low and flat, hanging over the town like a wet blanket. The rain that was falling was fast and heavy and the clattering, pattering sounds it made caused a shiver to run up Eddie’s spine. Suddenly there was a deafening roll of thunder, so loud it felt like it was happening inside your head, it was followed only a second later by a fork of lightning that illuminated the whole sky as it raced toward the ground. 

“Shit, that’s close,” Eddie said over the sound of the rain. 

“It’s so cool,” you replied, standing next to him at the window. 

The air outside was now much cooler and it whipped into the open window, bringing with it a smattering of rain. Eddie slipped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. The two of you watched three more lightning strikes, Eddie was certain that the last one must have hit his favourite picnic bench because the strike had been so close. 

You were now a little bored with the weather and your attention turned to the man standing beside you. You turned your head and placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, then another soft kiss on his cheek before bringing one hand up his naked back and shifting his curls away from his ear so you could kiss the lobe of his ear. You felt Eddie shudder and watched his eyes close as you let your lips linger on such a sensitive spot for him. 

"It's cooler now isn't it?" You said softly, turning your whole body so your front was now at his side, you placed one hand on his stomach, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin and the slight rasp of the hair that led down to his groin. 

"Yeah, a bit," Eddie swallowed as your hand moved a little lower down his stomach. 

You moved your head forward and snuggled into Eddie's neck, catching the smell of his sweat from his hair and his skin as you dragged your teeth against the soft skin. 

"Let's go back to bed Eddie," you mewled, your hand slipping even lower on his stomach, feeling the distinct change in his body hair, from the loose curls of his happy trail to the tighter and coarser curls of his pubic hair. 

Eddie swallowed hard, his cock already hardening and thickening at your touch. In less than an inch you'd be able to wrap your hand around the root of his dick and find him so ready to fuck. While the weather had been as hot and uncomfortable as it had been sex had been completely off the menu, neither of you liking the idea of any additional physical exercise than was strictly necessary. 

Eddie grabbed hold of your wrist before you reached the apex of his thighs and brought your wrist up to his mouth, biting gently at the soft underside of your wrist where a few delicate veins rose up from under your skin, almost imperceptible to the eye but Eddie knew they were there and how it made you squirm when they were touched. 

A thrill of pleasure ran around your naked body as his teeth caressed the delicate skin at your wrist before he kissed it softly. 

"Bed please, my love," he whispered before letting your wrist go and giving you a little bump with his hip in the direction of the bed. 

You smiled sweetly as you slipped out of his embrace and stepped back to the bed. Climbing on the end of the bed, glancing back over your shoulder while on all fours, finding Eddie watching you with his mouth open and a hungry look in his eyes. 

"Like this?" You asked, wiggling your hips from side to side. 

Eddie shook his head as he started to gather up his curls into an elastic he kept around his wrist. 

"On your back baby," he replied as he tightened the bun at the back of his head.

You grinned, feeling your body’s Pavlovian response to seeing his hair tied back like that as you flipped over onto your back in the centre of the small bed, your head resting on the pillow as Eddie positioned himself comfortably between your thighs. He'd settled himself with his cock trapped between his stomach and the mattress so when the mood took him he could grind down on the mattress. 

He ran his tongue over his lips as he looked up at your face, one of his forearms slipping around your thigh and lifted it onto his shoulder, your foot now resting on his back. His other hand pushed your other thigh aside, pushing your sex open for him. He made a sound of appreciation deep in his chest before he used two fingers to spread your slick lips open, exposing you even more intimately, giving him unlimited access to your clit, your entrance and with a tilt of your hips he'd have access to your tight asshole too. But right now, Eddie only had one thing on his mind. 

"Hey sweetheart," he cooed softly, dipping his head forward and placing a soft, closed lip kiss just above your clit.

"I've missed you," he continued in a soft, lilting voice, placing another kiss just below your clit. 

You made a soft purring sound, lifting your hips up a little, urging him to get to the main event. Eddie chuckled and gave you a very gentle slap on the thigh. 

“Don't rush me," he insisted, lifting his head to speak to you, "we need to get reacquainted and she's shy," he added before touching the pad of his thumb to your clit, the sudden direct contact making you jerk your hips off the bed and your hands claw at the bedsheet. 

"See?" He said with a grin as he cocked his eyebrow at you, "she's skittish,". 

Eddie returned his attention to your pussy and continued his slow torture, kissing around your clit, occasionally giving a small lick either side but never touching it directly. In what felt like hours to you, but was only 2 minutes in reality Eddie had you rocking and twisting your hips, trying to force him to give you the contact you wanted. 

"Eddie please, please please," you moaned as your hands fisted at the bedsheet. 

Eddie chuckled softly, rubbing his chin against the thigh he had hooked over his shoulder. 

"Needy, needy girl," he whispered sweetly before finally kissing your clit. 

The bud was tight and thumping in time with your heartbeat and Eddie's wet mouth created an explosion of pleasure and pain as the thousands of nerve endings were stimulated in unison. You gave a strangled cry, bucking your hips up and bringing one of your hands down on the back of Eddie's head, holding him in place, rocking your hips against his open mouth, feeling the hot, wetness of his tongue as he danced it over and around your clit. There was no consistency to his movements yet so while pleasure rolled around your body you knew he wasn't trying to make you come yet. He was still holding back. 

You moaned and bucked again, pushing Eddie's head down harder, feeling the press of his nose into your pubic mound. 

"Eddie, fuck, Eddie," you groaned as you noticed for the first time the slow, undulating movements of his lower body. 

You lifted your head up and watched his hips pressing and grinding down against the mattress, the muscles in his bare ass popping as he rolled his hips and clenched his glutes and thighs. The sight of him fucking at the mattress sent your body and mind spiraling as you dropped back onto the pillow and moaned loudly, your whole body suddenly more alive than ever. 

Eddie's tongue was now constantly licking at your clit, his lips fixed around it  creating a hot, wet seal around the bud. Eddie let you buck and grind and hold his face down all you needed until you finally reached your peak. Your voice disappeared for a few seconds as you felt nothing but hot pleasure rushing around your body.

As your muscles clenched and stars exploded behind your eyes a streak of lightning raced across the sky, turning the room as bright as your body felt for a few seconds. Your hand released Eddie's head and he moved a little, not enough to break contact but to ease up on your clit, stopping the intense licking and changing back to soft kisses to draw out your climax until you were shaking and writhing, nothing but soft mewling noises coming from your mouth.

"Oh god," you moaned softly as Eddie moved his kisses to the inside of your thighs, his eyes travelling up your body to your face. 

"That was so cool baby," he whispered, "you came so hard there was lightning,". 

You gave a soft laugh, lifting your head to look at the sweet man between your legs, he was looking up at you, his big brown eyes looking soft and loving. 

"Get up here and fuck me," you said, twisting a curl of his hair that had fallen loose around your finger. 

"Fuck yeah baby," Eddie replied as he clambered up, crawling up your body, pushing your thighs apart and bringing his hard cock right to your waiting entrance.

You were both beyond ready so Eddie sank into you easily, placing his hands on your thighs and drawing them up his body so you cradled him either side of his chest. He rested with his forearms either side of your head and kissed you deeply and he pressed his hips forward, filling your body with his, making you whole and creating a passionate fusion of your two bodies and your two souls. 

You broke away from his mouth and moaned his name, your hands clutching at his back, your nails digging deep and leaving red marks in his alabaster skin. Eddie hissed at the burn of your nails in his flesh but the hiss quickly turned to a laugh as he dipped his head and licked up the column of your neck to your chin before kissing you again, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he drew his hips back before driving forward again.

You broke away from his lips, taking a deep gasping breath as the head of Eddie's cock hit right against your g-spot. As the lights burst behind your closed eyes the sky seemed to shake with a huge rumble of thunder, it was so loud and so close it felt like it might have made the trailer shake but it was hard to tell if the shaking was the weather, or Eddie as he picked up his pace. 

He moves from drawing out and pushing forward to grinding, keeping his cock buried deeply inside you and rocking his hips back and forth, meaning he was able to constantly stimulate you internally as well as externally, your clit now being rubbed by the muscles of Eddie's pelvis. You clawed at Eddie's back, crying out as you felt your second climax starting to build deep inside your belly. 

"Eddie, oh God, Eddie," you breathed. 

You moved your hands from his back to his face. Catching his cheeks between your hands and bringing his face close to yours, pressing your foreheads together. His face was sweaty and so was yours, your two sweats mingling on your skin. 

You felt so completely connected to him it was overwhelming, Eddie was everywhere and, in that moment, he was everything as well. The intimacy of it all aided in pushing you over the edge very quickly, your orgasm burst outward with the power of an exploding star. Your legs gripping Eddie's chest and your arms dragging his upper body closer to yours so it was impossible to tell who skin was who's. 

With a stuttering and guttural cry, taken by surprise by your suddenly gripping, milking pussy Eddie came, hard and deep. Filling you up as another rumble of thunder and flash of lightning split the sky. 

The two of you seem to float, for a while, suspended in space and time, your bodies both corporeal and ethereal, human and divine. You come back to the sound of the pattering rain and the tickle of Eddie's curls, the weight of his body feels safe and the heat of his skin feels comforting. 

"Eddie baby?" You said softly, stroking your fingers down his spine. 

"Yeah?" He mumbled, his face pressed deep into the space beside your neck. 

"You okay?". 

"Baby," Eddie sighed, lifting himself up to look at your face, "that was the best," he grinned. 

You giggled, more of the physical sensations of post sex coming back to you. An ache in your hips, a stretch between your thighs, and warm wetness on your thighs. 

"It was good," you agreed. 

"I think we should always have sex when there's a thunderstorm," he said sleepily as he moved, withdrawing his softening cock from you and flopping down beside, patting a spot on his chest where he wanted you to put your head. 

You wriggled toward him and placed your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around your body and the two of you kissed deeply. 

"I feel like we just conceived the anti-Christ or something," you said with a giggle. 

Eddie scoffed and shook his head. 

"Don't even joke," he replied, kissing the top of your head tenderly. 

The rain seemed to be slowing and the rumbles of thunder sounded further away, the storm seemed to be rolling on, maybe waking up other young lovers as it went. 

Eddie dropped off to sleep after a few minutes, his body and mind completely relaxed and satisfied. You stayed awake a little longer, the day was getting lighter by the second and Eddie's features were being revealed to you in glorious golden morning hues. You were contemplating how much he looked like an angel from a painting when you dropped off to sleep yourself. 

The two of you woke up a second time when Wayne came home from his shift with paper bags of hot and greasy breakfast food. The three of you sat around the small table and ate. Wayne was tired from his shift and you and Eddie were dozy from being up half the night enjoying each other's bodies. The day after the storm was cooler, the air fresher. The plants seemed to be greener and the sky bluer and even the people seemed more friendly, Eddie's usually sullen neighbour greeting you when you stepped out of the trailer to find your rain soaked sneakers. 

Eddie brought his guitar out that day and he sat beside you on the same sun lounger and strummed chords, humming tunes and making up nonsense songs. Songs about his D&D campaign, songs about summer, songs about love, and one about passionate nights while lightning splits the sky. 

Hearing him recount the night before in his deep, rich singing voice sent shivers down your spine. 

"You're not sharing that one with the band are you?" You asked as he came up with a lyric about how the sound of the thunder was second to the sounds you make when he’s inside you.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. 

"This one's just for you and me baby,".

[mara-xx217]

Man, I’d kill for some Pyramid Head x Male reader content, maybe with some aphrodisiacs affecting the reader. Any chance we could get this? Thank youuuu

I can never say no to more PH lol

Warnings: Aphrodisiacs, Nonconsensual Drug Use, Dubious Consent, Monster Biology, Size Difference Where it Counts, Tentacle, Rimming, Rough Anal Sex, Creampie

Oh, you fucked up bad. You knew better than to go wandering around Silent Hill alone, yet you did anyway. And at the hospital, no less... You were basically asking for something fucked up to happen to you, and of course it did.

You didn't hear a nurse following you around, nor did you notice when she started to shuffle dangerously close behind you. It was only when you felt a sharp prick in your neck did you realize that you were in danger and by then, it was far too late for you to do anything other than jerk away from the sensation. The nurse held a now empty syringe in her hand, wheezing and violently jerking her head to the side as you scampered away in a blind panic.

Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!

FUCK!!!

Your body heated up the instant you felt that prick, and it only grew worse and worse as you rushed back to the apartment you had taken residence in. By the time you had reached your door, you were a panting, trembling mess with a hard on that was so sensitive you felt like it was being worn down to a stub by merely rubbing against the inside of your underwear.

The moment you crossed the threshold, you collapsed into a heap, gasping as you flopped around on the floor. You at least managed to close the door with a clumsy kick, but doing anything more wasn't even a speck in your mind.

Fuck, it hurts-! Your cock is going to fucking EXPLODE if you don't-!

Ripping your pants and underwear down to your knees did nothing to lessen your pain. The cool air was agony on your throbbing cock. A sob leaves your mouth as you try to wrap your hand around it, screaming and cumming the instant your fingers rub against your soft, feverish skin.

Oh, this is hell...

Cumming felt fucking good, but everything else hurt. It almost burned, hot and aroused, but in a way that you couldn't quell with your hands alone. You were on your knees and curled in on yourself, stroking yourself with a fervor that you haven't experienced since you were a teenager who had figured out just how good jerking off feels for the first time.

It was pouring out of your hand, you had cummed so much. Yet you're still hard... A deep ache in your core told you what you really needed, and you bit your lip and whined as you slid your cum-covered fingers against the soft, puckered skin of your ass and slowly rubbed circles around it as you slowly- agonizingly slow- pushed your fingers inside of your self.

"H-HAAANNGHH-!!!~"

Your eyes are wide as two of your fingers sink to the hilt inside of you with startling ease. You're almost... wet, or at the very least so relaxed that your body acted as though as it has already been prepared for penetration. Was it really an aphrodisiac that was injected into you...? Your eyes narrow and you bite your lip as your cock twitches hard, a feeling somewhere in your perineum causing your eyes to flutter and roll back into your head as you cummed yet again.

This isn't enough... You need to be fucked! Where is he when you need him?! The thought of his massive cock breaking you in half was enough to make you climax without any extra effort on your part. Your hands, pants, shirt and the floor underneath you were all stained and slick with your cum. Tears were streaming down your face as you prayed this would end soon. Wasn't there a thing that if you're hard after a few hours, that you need to seek medical attention...?! You didn't think you were going to die from this but... No, maybe you would...

You groan and whimper as you continue to finger yourself. If something doesn't change and fast, you're going to lose your fucking mind-!

BAM!!!

The sudden slamming open of your door had you screaming in terror and cumming at the same time. You're practially face down, ass up, with your fingers in your ass and more or less presenting yourself to whatever just threw your door open. But really, you knew full well who it was, given the heavy, echoing breathing and the thumping and scraping of a giant weapon being dropped against the wall as heavy footsteps stagger towards your presenting ass.

"Oh my Goooood-! W-Where have you been?! N-NGGHH-!~ I- I can't-! U-UH- GUH-?!~"

The red Pyramid Head creature had taken a liking to you from the moment it watched you stumble around blindly through the fog. He made that apparent when he molded the shape of your guts into the shape of his monstrous cock. Not that you ever dared to complain, of course. You get protection as long as he fucks you whenver and however he wants to, and it's not like you could ever stop him if he wanted to do something and you didn't.

But fuck, you wanted it this time, and you squeaked like a bitch in heat when he picked you up by your hips and folded you in half so you were forced to face your raging erection. Your arms and legs dangled uselessly at your sides, unable to grip onto anything other than your contorted body as your bare ass was lifted up until it was shoved underneath Pyramid Head's large helmet.

"GUH-! B-BREATHE- C-CAN'T-!~ O-OUUUGH!!!~"

You could hardly breathe in the position you were held in, but it hardly mattered when you felt a thick, slimy, tongue-like appendage slap in between the cleft of your slippery ass. Your cum was quite literally coating the entirety of your nethers, and you felt a puff of hot, humid air hit your rear as Pyramid Head shuddered in approval.

"O-OHH-!~ P-PLEASE- PUH-LEASE-!!!~"

Your voice rapidly shifts from a low groan to a high pitched squeal as you feel Pyramid Head's thick, black tongue penetrating your asshole. Every muscle in your body tensed, any air left in your lungs forced out of your gaping mouth as you feel so wonderfully full. Fuck, you already feel it all the way to your stomach...! Another squeak leaves your mouth as he rapidly slides the length of his tongue in and out of your body, his hands twitching on your hips and a low, metallic groan leaving his chest as Pyramid Head feels how slick and loose you already are for him.

"C-CAAAHHHH-!!!~ H-HUUUHHH YEEEAAHH-!!!~ FUCK ME-! FUCK-!!!!~" Your limbs twitch and your chest convulses as your feel Pyramid Head bow his tongue into your prostate, flicking it hard enough to made you cum on the spot. Your ears throbbed and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as black specks invaded your vision. A thick, hot rope splattered across your face as a deep set ache pulsates through your genitals. It's enough to make you forget about everything and anything else, and you couldn't even feel him pulling his tongue out of your asshole with a wet squelch and pop, nor that he lowered you enough so the very tips of your toes could reach the ground if you stretched your legs and feet out to their maximum length.

"A-AHHNN-!!~ O-OUUGHH-! URKGH FUSHGUK-!!!"

Spittle flies from your mouth and you flail helplessly as you feel your body slowly being speared onto something thick enough to fucking kill you. Pyramid wasn't going to wait any longer. You were already on the cusp of taking in his massive tip, something almost as large as your fist connected to something almost as long and thick as your forearm. Instinctually, you fought against him, panicking and hyperventilating as you felt the sensitive but stretchy ring of flesh of your anus expand past the limits of what was considered either safe or sane.

"-godohgodohFUCK-! H-HAAAA NNGH- G-GONNADIE'NFUUUUU-!"

You shook your head and wailed as you felt something break. Was it your body or your mind? You genuinely weren't sure. Between the insane pressure splitting you in half and the fact that you are still fucking cumming nonstop, you don't think you'll be normal after this. It's not possible, not after this. You felt like you were dying, yet at the same time, you think that if he stopped, you'd die all the same.

So... Fuck it.

You tried to balance on your toes but your feet just uselessly scrapped against the floor. Your pants were now twisted around your ankles, totally soaked in your own cum. Everything was blurry from your tears and from the cock that seemed to press behind your eyes with every deep thrust it took. Saliva poured out of your mouth freely, staining your shirt and the floor underneath you. Or was that just cum? You floundered your hands around until you grabbed Pyramid Head's wrists, gripping onto them as though your life depended on it as he bent your body at a near ninety-degree angle.

"U-UUUHHNNN-!~ YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH-! FUCKING BREAK ME- FUCK ME UP-! U-UGHHH!~"

The incessant aching heat that has blinded you since you were attacked at the hospital melted away as you felt Pyramid forcibly slam you against the base of his cock. Hot, gooey cum fills the deepest part of your gut, your eyes open wide and fluttering as you stared at the distended bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. You felt him pulsing inside of you, your eyes unfocusing as you whine and keen softly to yourself. A pathetic spurt of cum dribbled out of the tip of your pinkish-red dick, it still rock hard but your balls quivering as there just wasn't much of anything left to pump out.

"O-Ohh... Fuck y-yeah, baby... God, I love how you fill me up like a slut- GUH-?!"

Your eyes snap wide as Pyramid Head suddenly resumes his fast, deep thrusts into your now ruined and leaking asshole.

Oh- Oh FUCK-!

You might actually fucking die tonight-!

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[rosycheekeddawn]

hiiiii :3

can i ask for Hermes x fem student reader (she's an adult maybe 20+) modern au and reader is stressed with studying so Hermes trying to comfort her (definitely not what i need rn), hc or one shot, really anything just some fluff with Hermes :3

Study Break

A/N: Did you know that Hermes is actually considered a god of education? I just thought it was a pretty cool, little-known fact that ties nicely into this request.

You weren’t sure how long you had been staring at this page in your textbook for, but it was probably bordering on years at this point. Ignoring the tears of frustration building up in your eyes, you forced yourself to skim over it again, but the more you read the words, the less sense they made until you were certain they were written in an entirely foreign language.

With a huff, you pushed your chair away from the desk, bringing your knees up to your chest and digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. You could do this. You had to do this. You just had to get over yourself and-

Your mental scolding was interrupted by a tap on your window. At first, you jumped in surprise, your heart racing as you wondered who it could be until you saw a very familiar grin shining through the glass. With a sigh, you stood up, dabbing at your eyes one more time to make sure he wouldn’t know you had been crying, and crossed the room to the window.

“You scared the hell out of me,” you said flatly as you opened the window, but there was no heat behind your words. Even if there was, it wouldn’t have made a difference to Hermes, who just chuckled and hopped over the windowsill like you had invited him in as he always did.

“What’s life without a little surprise?” he teased as he spun around to face you with a flourish, the wings on his sandals fluttering with the movement. His smile dropped the instant his eyes landed on your face, where he could see the signs of distress no matter how well you tried to hide them. After all, not only was he a god, but he was also a very attentive boyfriend. “What happened, love?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft and lacking its usual mischief.

“It’s nothing,” you replied quickly. It was an instinct whenever somebody asked you that question, to immediately brush off their concerns and change the subject. You put on a smile, hoping it was convincing enough. “I’m fine, I just-”

You couldn’t think of a lie quick enough, as Hermes’ eyes darted to the open textbook on your desk. He carefully dabbed a strange mark on the page with his finger, frowning when it came back wet, the wings just behind his ears drooping.

“You’ve been crying on your textbook,” he deduced, turning back to look at you. “How long have you been studying for?”

You sighed. You should’ve known you couldn’t hide anything from him, but you’d hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Not that long, just like… a few hours?”

“And you’ve been taking breaks?”

Dead silence.

He dropped his hand with a sigh. “Love, we’ve-”

“I know, I know,” you interrupted him, sitting on your bed with a sigh that was a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “I just- there’s so much work, and- and I can’t fall behind, Hermes, I can’t.”

You hadn’t even realised the tears now falling down your face until you felt Hermes’ hands cup your cheeks, his thumb gently swiping across your skin in a way that brought the most delightful of shivers to your body. “I understand, it’s a lot of pressure,” he told you, kneeling on the floor so you could see him. He used his hands on your cheeks to pull your head down, and he tilted his up so that your foreheads met in the middle. “But you’ll burn yourself out. Again.”

You were about to answer, but the trembling of your lip stopped you as you knew it would be useless to try. He was right, you had burnt yourself out once before while you’d been with him, and it wasn’t something either of you wanted to go through again. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders with a strangled sob escaping your throat.

He was quick to scoop you up, one arm supporting your legs and the other rubbing up and down your back as he hovered a few inches above the ground, holding you like a baby, before laying in your bed, leaning against your headboard while he continued to comfort you.

When your sobs had devolved into hiccups, and your hiccups into soft breaths, he pulled his head back so he could look down at your face. “Feel better, dove?”

You nodded, lifting your head and wiping your tears with a small smile. “Y-yeah, I do,” you sniffled. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to break down like that.”

“Never apologise,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. “Dove, you know I admire your determination more than anything, but you’re pushing yourself dangerously close to the edge. It’s time you realised how amazing you are outside of your studies.”

He slowly sat up, still holding you in his arms. His playful smirk was back as he booped your nose, eliciting a small chuckle from you. “Now… what do you say I get Iris to take over my shift and you and I have a self-care day? Bubble baths, face masks, the works. Forget all about your books for a minute and focus on perfect, wonderful, amazing you.”

Your grin widened at his words. “Sounds perfect,” your replied, and that was all the prompting he needed as he immediately zipped towards your bathroom, with you still nestled safely in his arms. Yeah, you’d have to go back to studying after this, but it wouldn’t be so bad knowing you had something (or someone) to look forward to.

[burningcheese-merchant]

Xcuse me but I forgot very important questions about BS parenthood.

Does he teach the kids more things besides fighting? Is he a cool dad, stoic dad, protective dad or "over-the-moon" dad? Does he gives romantic advises to his son? Does he let his little beast princess play with boys her age? Does he dreads the day when she falls in love? (I have the headcannon over my own BurningCheese fankid that whatever girl/boyfriend she gets they need to AT LEAST be able to put up with him in battle)

Yay, more questions from my buddy Almellow 🗣️🔥🙌

Spice is 100% "over-the-moon dad" when they're babies. It's a pleasant surprise to many to see him so genuinely bubbly and smiley (not to Golden, though, she knows his soft side by now and is just happy to see him enjoying being a father). It's really cute. (I like the concept of hyper-masculine men being soft and loving towards their families ok)

As they grow up, he becomes a mix of all those dad modes, really. Mostly Cool Dad, because having your kids look at you like you're larger than life is just the best. (He's also not the best at disciplining them a lot of the time tbh. He wants to indulge their foolishness, it's more fun. He ends up acting like a child himself, wanting to have fun with his children. And then they all get chastised by Golden together after they break something lol)

He's less protective than you'd imagine him to be; not because he doesn't care, but because he really does have that much faith in their strength right from the get-go. It's actually Golden that's the overprotective one, at least when they're little; he had to coax her into letting them start their warrior training because she kept wanting to push it back and making excuses to do so. (She just can't bear the thought of her little ones getting hurt. She's lost so much already. If anything happened to her children, her little gems... Spice is the one to convince her to have faith in the kids and let them do things. Of course they'll get hurt, she and him get hurt all the time still and they're adults. But they'll be fine. They're tough. They have to nurture that toughness, not stifle it. They can't protect them forever... But they don't need to. The kids can stand on their own two feet. He's never doubted either of them for a second, for any reason. She shouldn't, either.) But make no mistake, Papa Bear is alive and well, just dormant. Only coming out when necessary. You want to see the old Burning Spice? You want to see the Beast of Destruction again? Hurt those kids. Harm a single hair on their heads. Make them cry, make them bleed. Knock on that devil's door enough and Burning Spice will answer it, and he will greet you with that axe of his and that fiery, seething hatred that once consumed his soul and helped burn away countless others'.

Burning Spice trying to talk to his son about love is a really amusing thought lol. I don't think he'd go out of his way to do it until he actually notices his son expressing some form of interest in someone, then it's honestly 50% Lighthearted Dad Mockery™️ and 50% Actually Trying to Teach My Son How to Be Smooth™️. Pepper Jack is having less than none of it, this is all embarrassing as hell, he doesn't want to hear a damn word from his father's mouth (he's a teenager by this point, what teen wants their dad to try to coach them on how to flirt lol). He tries to shut Spice down with sarcasm (Jack is the KING of backtalk and smartassery when he's a teenager, he's a damn menace) or just questioning his wisdom in general. He likes to bring up how annoying and gross Spice and Golden always are (unapologetic PDA constantly lol). He's already forced to witness what "love" and flirting look like, he doesn't need his father pouring salt in his wounds

(Jack once made the mistake of going "didn't you used to be weird and creepy towards Mother" once, as a sort of "gotcha". It made Spice genuinely upset and angry and he tore Jack a new one that lol. Jack felt bad (and kind of scared. Spice never really gets truly angry with the kids, but Jack has seen him get angry with others, and... Oh Lord) and apologized, promising he wouldn't say anything like that again. Things were cold and awkward between them for, like, a week. And then Spice got over it and went back to annoying his son like usual lol)

As for Matar Paneer... She's his princess. His little girl. His little flower. (He has nicknames for both of them lol. He really does love them very much.) She can play with who she wants, so long as she's happy and no harm comes to her (but again, he believes in her strength wholeheartedly and expects her to kick ass if trouble comes by). But... Oh. When she's old enough to date... Poor Spice, he's so miserable lol. He would unironically own and wear this shirt:

If Burning Spice is saying he'd gladly go back to prison for something, you best believe he's being sincere lol

It's Golden that has to step in here. Before, he was the one soothing her worries; now the roles are reversed. She needs Spice to understand that Paneer is a becoming a young woman and she has the right to pursue and be pursued if she wishes. It's ok to care and worry, but he has to let her live and grow. (She's her mother and has always been a girl's girl, she knows what's up and will always be 100% in Paneer's corner in this regard.) Spice once asked her to have more faith in them, now she's asking him to do the same. (And, of course, he can brutally murder whoever hurts Paneer, if that really does happen. But he'll have to wait his turn, because Golden already plans to do the same ☺️)

And yeah, of course Spice teaches them stuff besides fighting. He's happy to do so. He teaches them how to meditate (he gets back into that after he reforms. Jack picks it up a lot faster than Paneer does lol). He teaches them to make the traditional Wild Spice dishes he still remembers how to do himself (he lets the other spices teach them the rest). He... teaches them about history. About the Wild Spices' history, and about history in general. He sounds so... somber when he talks about things like that. It's strange to them. They're used to seeing him act lively and wear that sharp-toothed grin he's always got. But it must mean that what he's saying is really important, right? He wouldn't look and sound like that if he wasn't being serious, right?

[hermesserpent-stuff]

stuck gambit thing. marked mature for refernce Pto ast Rape/Non-con, Mentions of Rape, Past Sexual Abuse @honey-minded-hivemind (and i understand if you dont wanna read) trying to do the scene where remy tries to get to creed and wakes up tied up

“Remy don't do this!” 

She begs and he thrashes.

Then a cool soft hand touches his forehead.

He jerks, gasping. It feels like he has been cut loose from himself. Like his soul is being tugged out and his sparks absorbed into an internally hungry monster. He falls, mind vanishing to an either. 

--

Remy twitches a bit as his brain whirls slowly into motion. His heart surges in speed as he feels binding around his ankles and wrists. He is bound! On- on- on a bed!!

And he cannot see!!

Rational thought flees him in the face of pure unholy terror. His stomach freefalls as he tries to look. Blindfolded? Did Adonis decide to blindfold this time?

His fingers twitch slightly and he realizes there is a hand in his. He stops moving completely. He had hoped that he was alone!! Hoped he had moments to gather himself before having to deal with anyone doing anything to him. 

His eyes wet, but he ruthlessly presses down on the urge to sob. Gags are no fun, and he does not wish to have one forced upon him. He stays as silent as he can, hoping it will preserve him just a little longer from harm. Remy makes sure to stay still, a frightened rabbit knowing the eyes of a hawk are on him. He is so scared of being ripped asunder and hurt irrevocably again.

--

She had to do it, Rogue thinks as she holds Remy’s hand. 

She had to knock him out to keep him from getting to Sabretooth and hurting himself in the attempt and getting hurt by Sabretooth. Remy had hurt himself on the window’s jagged glass. Then, when she had gotten him to her room, he had begun to jerk and flail, potentially hurting himself more. So she had tied up his arms and touched his skin again. 

The memories had…

The memories had been delightful. 

They swirl over her again and she grows lost amongst them. There seems to be no rhyme or reason for the ones she had gotten.

A parents hand clasping hers in the streets guiding through thick crowds. Kind and loving. She adores the parent. His hand is strong and reliable. Always ready to help and protect. The callouses are familiar and kind.

Then ther is a brother, lifting her in the air and spinning her.

“Look at mon petit! Look!! You beat me in the obstacle course! You know what that means?”

She is brought close and she clings with giggles and hope.

“Ice cream?

Her voice but not her voice asks, a little hesitant. A kiss to her forehead and a tight squeeze. 

“Of course!”

Then a new memory swirls in, pitch black. Onions are under his… her? Fingers. Underhand are onions, easily guided to the other hand that is chopping. 

“Aw, minou! Why?”

“Because a Wok would take up too much space.”

A voice rumbles beside her. A huffy sigh.

“Mais I want one. It makes my life easier.”

“Aww dont pout cub.”

A face presses into her shoulder, and she laughs gently. 

Then a different memory, a blinding explosion and intense fear. 

She blinks her eyes open and shivers. The memories are all so warm and intense. Full of emotion and beatuy. Half of her mind wants to gather up more. Hold more of his memories as her own to feel so much through all that touch and wonder.

Her brain is buzzing a little and she tries to steady herself with deep breathes, biting her lip. 

She shakes a little as she sits there. 

--+

Remy is still frozen in horrid terror when he hears new footsteps. He thinks he can recognize who they belong to but the panic clawing at him keeps his mind too foggy to riddle out who is coming. All he can think is more people means more harm.

The sound of voices hits his ears like a thunder clap that he has to fight himself violently to not flinch. 

“Wha- Rogue!! What are you doing?”

Sc-scott. Its Scott. Panic is flickering around his body like sparks along a live wire. Remy further resolves to keep his lips sealed. What if his charm slipped out? What if they hurt him like Adonis had? Worse than Adonis?! 

Tears leak out but Remy makes no noise.

“He was trying to escape! He hurt himself trying to launch himself out a second story window!!”

Rogue yells and Scott huffs. 

“Your hurting him more! Look at him!”

Remy feels faint at those words. 

No.

Please.

Dont notice him.

Another set of footsteps reaches his ears, heavier than others. Logan. Logan bursts in and lets out a noise of relief. 

“Hes still- okay. Good. We’ve got Sabretooth contained. What… Whys Remy tied up like that?”

Logans words are quick to turn harsh and remy knows how a rabbit in a trap must feel, when it sees the hunter approaching with a knife. He bites visiously on his lip to keep the whimpers in. He hears movements get closer.

“Rogue said he tried to leave, but Rogue!! This isnt right! We’re trying to help him! Not scare him more.”

Rogue’s hand, for now Remy had been able to puzzle out whose hand had gripped his own so tightly, loosens and leaves. His eyes grow wetter. They are going to hurt him. Especially if his charm gets out. He knows what happens when he is vulnerable and his charm is out. Victor had tried to convince him but… Remy is terrified.

His limbs are rigid and ache to move. To flail and fight back. But he is on a bed. A bed!! He is going to be hurt. Consumed and devoured in the worst way possible. His skin touched by unwelcome hands and lips pressing to places he does not want to be kissed. He does not even let himself tremble at the rushing thoughts of his past assault and how this vcould very well be his next one.

Hands touch his wrists, and Remy wishes he could shrivel his skin into his bones like a hermit crab could curl into its shell. Scott starts speaking, but soft words can be lies.

“Im untying you, okay, Remy? I need you to keep breathing for me.”

Remy stays deadly silent, hoping it will make him a less interesting prize. A less fun toy. Adonis had been all about fun. For himself. Scott makes a soft noise of worry.

“Hes… not normally this quiet. He tends to have a lot to say.”

Logan says. Scott makes a noise of agreement.

“Rogue, what happened exactly?”

Scotts voice is firm and too near. Remy’s wrists are free but Remy does not move them, his stillness seeming to have bought him some safety. Hands go to his ankle and Remy screams mentally at himself to focus on locking up his charm. It cant get free. He cant let that happen. 

“i-I-I!”

Rogue stutters and then Remy’s ankles are free. But Remy darent move. His breathing starts to pick up despite is orders to himself to not draw attention. He can feel the eyes turning to him.

“Kid. Kid, you need to breathe.”

Logan is closer. Close enough to harm.

“Remy, calm down, we arent going to hurt you.”

Scott’s hands leaving his ankles. 

“Remy… Remy breathe with me.”

Someone grabs his wrists. Are they going to pin them above his head??! He suddenly flings himself forward grabing slender gloved hands and heaving the attacker away from himself. He hears Rogue groan as she hits a wall but pays no mind. Remy needs to be free before he is on a bed and being rent asunder by searching hands and bodies. 

He screams and lets his powers flow. Sparks cascade over every inch of his body as he bolts. He smacks into a wall and lights it up. It explodes and he claws his way along. He has to escape! He has too-!

Remy screams as he is grabbed by the arm and jerked into someones chest. He flails, screaming and sparking and trying so hard to get away. To find safety. Words are spoken but none pierce the thick veil of terror and panic that gathers thick around his mind. 

Something sharp and painful hits his arm and cold liquid swirls through his veins. His sparks begin to die and his body grows heavy. He groans and whimpers as he feels weakness starting to take him.

“S'il te plaît. s'il te plaît. Remy cant go through it again. He cant. He cant. He cant. Cant. cant. Cant. Plaît.”

He begins to slur and then fades from thinking at all.

[rockalillygirl]

Mamma mia here we go again…

So I have more thoughts because apparently there’s no bottom to the murderbot mindhole I’ve fallen down.

(Spoiler warning- minor stuff from several of the books, pls check tags etc.)

I’ve been reading a lot of things recently exploring Murderbot as an unreliable narrator, which I think is a cool result of System Collapse (because we all know our beloved MB is going through it in this one). There’s also been some interesting related discussion of MB’s distrust of and sometimes biased assessment/treatment of other constructs and bots.

And I’ve been reading a lot about CombatUnits! And I want to talk about them!!

Main thoughts can be summarized as follows:

We don’t see a lot about CombatUnits in the books, and I think what we do see from MB’s pov encourages the reader to view them as less sympathetic than other constructs.

I’m very skeptical of this portrayal for reasons.

The existence of CombatUnits makes me fucking sad and I have a lot of feelings about them!

I got introduced to the idea of MB as an unreliable narrator in a post by onironic It analyzes how in SC, MB seems to distrust Three to a somewhat unreasonable degree, and how it sometimes infantilizes Three or treats it the way human clients have treated it in the past. The post is Amazing and goes into way more detail, so pls go read it (link below):

https://www.tumblr.com/onironic/736245031246135296?source=share

So these ideas were floating around in my brain when I read an article Martha Wells recently published in f(r)iction magazine titled “Bodily Autonomy in the Murderbot Diaries”. I’ll link the article here:

(Rn the only way to access the article is to subscribe to the magazine or buy an e-copy of the specific issue which is $12)

In the article, Wells states that MB displaced its fear of being forced to have sex with humans onto the ComfortUnit in Artificial Condition. I think it’s reasonable to assume that MB also does this with other constructs. With Three, I think it’s more that MB is afraid if what it knows Three is capable of, or (as onironic suggests in their post and I agree with) some jealousy that Three seems more like what humans want/expect a rogue SecUnit to be.

But I want to explore how this can be applied to CombatUnits, specifically.

We don’t learn a lot about them in the books. One appears for a single scene in Exit Strategy, and that’s it. What little else we know comes from MB’s thoughts on them sprinkled throughout the series. To my knowledge, no other character even mentions them (which raises interesting questions about how widely-known their existence is outside of high-level corporate military circles).

When MB does talk about CombatUnits in the early books, it’s as a kind of boogeyman figure (the real “murderbots” that even Murderbot is afraid of). And then when one does show up in ES, it’s fucking terrifying! There’s a collective “oh shit” moment as both MB and the reader realize what it’s up against. Very quickly what we expect to be a normal battle turns into MB running for its life, desperately throwing up hacks as the CombatUnit slices through them just as fast. We and MB know that it wouldn’t have survived the encounter if its humans hadn’t helped it escape. So the CombatUnit really feels like a cut above the other enemies in the series.

And what struck me reading that scene was how the CombatUnit acts like the caricature of an “evil robot” that MB has taught us to question. It seems single-mindedly focused on violence and achieving its objective, and it speaks in what I’d call a “Terminator-esque” manner: telling MB to “Surrender” (like that’s ever worked) and responds to MB’s offer to hack its governor module with “I want to kill you” (ES, pp 99-100).

(Big tangent: Am I the only one who sees parallels between this and how Tlacey forces the ComfortUnit to speak to MB in AC? She makes it suggest they “kill all the humans” because that’s how she thinks constructs talk to each other (AC, pp 132-4). And MB picks up on it immediately. So why is that kind of talk inherently less suspicious coming from a CombatUnit than a ComfortUnit? My headcanon is that I’m not convinced the CombatUnit was speaking for itself. What if a human controller was making it say things they thought would be intimidating? Idk maybe I’ve been reading too many fics where CombatUnits are usually deployed with a human handler. There could be plenty of reasons why the CombatUnit would’ve talked like that. I’m just suspicious.)

(Also, disclaimer: I want to clarify before I go on that I firmly believe that even though MB seems to be afraid of CombatUnits and thinks they’re assholes, it would still advocate for them to have autonomy. I’m not trying to say that either MB or Wells sees CombatUnits as less worthy of personhood or freedom- because I feel the concept that “everything deserves autonomy” is very much at the heart of the series.)

So it’s clear from all of this that MB is scared of CombatUnits and distrusts them for a lot of reasons. I read another breathtaking post by @grammarpedant that gives a ton of examples of this throughout the books and has some great theories on why MB might feel this way. I’ll summarize the ones here that inspired me the most, but pls go read the original post for the full context:

https://www.tumblr.com/grammarpedant/703920247856562177?source=share

OP explains that SecUnits and CombatUnits are pretty much diametrically opposed because of their conflicting functions: Security safeguards humans, while Combat kills them. Of course these functions aren’t rigid- MB has implied that it’s been forced to be violent towards humans before, and I’m sure that extracting/guarding important assets could be a part of a CombatUnit's function. But it makes sense that MB would try to distance itself from being considered a CombatUnit, using its ideas about them to validate the parts of its own function that it likes (protecting people). OP gives what I think is the clearest example of this, which is the moment in Fugitive Telemetry when MB contrasts its plan to sneak aboard a hostile ship and rescue some refugees with what it calls a “CombatUnit” plan, which would presumably involve a lot more murder (FT, p 92).

This reminds me again of what Wells said in the f(r)iction article, that on some level MB is frightened by the idea that it could have been made a ComfortUnit (friction, p 44). I think the idea that it could’ve been a CombatUnit scares it too, and that’s why it keeps distinguishing itself and its function from them. But I think it’s important to point out, that in the above example from FT, even MB admits that the murder-y plan it contrasts with its own would be one made by humans for CombatUnits. So again we see that we just can’t know much about the authentic nature of CombatUnits, or any constructs with intact governor modules, because they don’t have freedom of expression. MB does suggest that CombatUnits may have some more autonomy when it comes to things like hacking and combat which are a part of their normal function. But how free can those choices be when the threat of the governor module still hangs over them?

I think it could be easy to fall into the trap of seeing CombatUnits as somehow more complicit in the systems of violence in the mbd universe. But I think that’s because we often make a false association between violence and empowerment, when even in our world that’s not always the case. But, critically, this can’t be the case for CombatUnits because they’re enslaved in the same way SecUnits and ComfortUnits are (though the intricacies are different).

There was another moment in the f(r)iction article that I found really chilling. Wells states that there’s a correlation between SecUnits that are forced to kill humans and ones that go rogue (friction, p 45). It’s a disturbing thought on its own, but I couldn’t help wondering then how many CombatUnits try to hack their governor modules? And what horrible lengths would humans go to to stop them? I refuse to believe that a CombatUnit’s core programming would make it less effected by the harm its forced to perpetrate. That might be because I’m very anti-deterministic on all fronts, but I just don’t buy it.

I’m not entirely sure why I feel so strongly about this. Of course, I find the situation of all constructs in mbd deeply upsetting. But the more I think about CombatUnits, the more heartbreaking their existence seems to me. There’s a very poignant moment in AC when MB compares ART’s function to its own to explain why there are things it doesn’t like about being a SecUnit (AC, p 33). In that scene, MB is able to identify some parts of its function that it does like, but I have a hard time believing a CombatUnit would be able to do the same. I’m not trying to say that SecUnits have it better (they don’t) (the situation of each type of construct is horrible in it’s own unique way). It’s just that I find the idea of construct made only for violence and killing really fucking depressing. I can’t even begin to imagine the horror of their day-to-day existence.

@grammarpedant made another point in their post that I think raises a TON of important questions not only about CombatUnits, but about how to approach the idea of “function” when it comes to machine intelligence in general. They explain that, in a perfect version of the mbd universe, there wouldn’t be an obvious place for CombatUnits the way there could be for SecUnits and ComfortUnits who wanted to retain their original functions. A better world would inherently be a less violent one, so where does that leave CombatUnits? Would they abandon their function entirely, or would they find a way to change it into something new?

I’ve been having a lot of fun imagining what a free CombatUnit would be like. But in some ways it’s been more difficult than I expected. I’ve heard Wells say in multiple interviews that one of her goals in writing Murderbot was to challenge people to empathize with someone they normally wouldn’t, and I find CombatUnits challenging in exactly that way. Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve felt differently about these books if MB had been a CombatUnit instead of a SecUnit. Would I have felt such an immediate connection to MB if its primary function before hacking its governor module had been killing humans, or if it didn’t have relatable hobbies like watching media? Or if it didn’t have a human face for the explicit purpose of making people like me more comfortable? I’m not sure that I would have.

Reading SC has got me interested in exploring the types of people that humans (or even MB itself) would struggle to accept. So CombatUnits are one of these and possible alien-intelligences are another. All this is merely a small sampling of the thoughts that have been swirling around in my brain-soup! So if anyone is interested in watching me fumble my way through these concepts in more detail, I may be posting “something” in the very near future!

Would really appreciate anyone else’s thoughts about all of THIS^^^^ It’s been my obsession over the holidays and helping me cope with family stress and flying anxiety.

[coimbrabertone]

South America, Australia, (Jim) France, Germany!

It's a stretch and a half of a title but it's a good bit so I don't care. Let's talk about this last weekend of racing.

We'll start chronologically with the 12 Hours of Sebring last Saturday, where Porsche Penske Motorsport took a 1-2 finish for the German manufacturer. It wasn't the most exciting Sebring race, but we got a little bit of everything with Lamborghini leading at one point only to be caught napping on a restart and retire, the BMWs got pole for the race but fell back, and we saw the debut of the new V12 Aston Martin, which is cool.

Ultimately though, nobody could hold back Porsche today.

Felipe Nasr, Nick Tandy, and Laurens Vanthoor won both opening rounds of the season, winning the big endurance races of Daytona and Sebring.

With this, Nick Tandy has not only won the Triple Crown of endurance racing with his 2015 Le Mans win and these two 2025 wins, but also won the 2015 Petit Le Mans overall - in a GTLM car, no less! - along with the 2018 24 Hours of Nürburgring and the 2020 Spa 24 Hours.

Tandy has won so many big endurance races that they've made a new name for it.

So long Triple Crown, it's now about the Big Six.

Porsche has given us the Germany aspect, now we'll move onto the Australian Grand Prix, which fell on Saturday for us Americans.

I know I've shat on F1 a lot on this blog, but I'm legitimately happy with the Australian Grand Prix and this is the most interested I've been in Formula One in a couple of years.

The reason is simple: we had competition, we had changeable conditions, and we had something truly rare in modern F1: the teams were legitimately caught off guard.

McLaren ran 1-3 in the early stages of the race, with Max initially threatening Lando in the Red Bull, but he was having to push it to the limit. We saw Max lockup just ahead of Oscar Piastri, lose the position, run over a puddle, and then completely lose pace as he couldn't make the tyres work, dropping fourteen seconds off the McLarens.

This left the McLarens in a dominant position, and Piastri was gaining on Lando for the lead. However, with a 1-2 in the rain, McLaren made a very Jordan-at-Spa-1998-esque call and told Oscar to hold position.

An annoying but understandable choice - nobody wants to lose a 1-2 because their drivers crashed into each other.

What was less understandable is that Oscar then had a snap of oversteer and nearly crashed while Lando opened up a three second gap, at which point McLaren told him they could now race.

Bit late for that, eh?

In any case, around lap 33, they all start pitting to make a brave switch onto the dry tyres. On the line, this is the fastest way around the circuit, but just off the line, there's still a lot of water around the circuit. Not only that, but there's more rain on the way.

They have to pit because the dry line is burning the intermediate tyres away, but they'll need the inters again before the race is done.

Then Fernando Alonso lost it through the fast sector two and brought out the safety car, and that SC brought them all the way up to 42...right before it started raining.

The perilous moment of the race came at the end of lap 43, when both McLarens went off at the end of the lap and into the gravel and the grass. Lando managed to recover and rejoin the track before pitting, but behind him...Piastri lost traction in the penultimate corner and spun off into the wet grass, spending the next lap beached before finally reversing his way out of the grass and back into the race.

All of this gave Max the lead, but with slick tyres on a wet track, he was crawling like Marco Andretti at Belle Isle that one year.

Max pit, but the Ferraris stayed out despite a spin for Leclerc, putting Lewis in the lead while Charles in second. For a brief moment...it looked like it could be a fairytale start to Hamilton's Ferrari career...but it kept raining.

The safety car came out due to a crash by Liam Lawson, but Ferrari had to pit regardless, dropping to 9th and 10th.

Up front, it was Lando Norris leading from Max Verstappen and George Russell.

I will admit, given the tricky conditions and that Lando no longer had Oscar Piastri to act as a rear gunner, I figured that Lando was screwed. Max was gonna take the lead and drive off into the sunset like he did in Brazil.

Only that's not what happened, Lando and the McLaren weathered the pressure, and in fact, on the initial laps, it seemed like Max was more defending from Russell than threatening Norris for the lead.

This didn't last though, as Max got up to pace and pressured Lando again, especially after Lando made a mistake in turn six, giving Max DRS again.

This time I thought Lando was surely going to crumble...but no.

Lando held on, he took the win, and Max had to settle for second. George Russell was third after barely getting any camera time whatsoever during the race, while Andrea Kimi Antonelli made an audacious pass on Alexander Albon on the last lap. Initially, Antonelli was penalized and dropped to fifth, but Mercedes appealed successfully, and the Italian's fourth place was reinstated.

Still, fifth place for Albon was Williams' best race in years, giving the team something to celebrate in spite of Carlos Sainz's opening lap crash in the final corner.

Lance Stroll was sixth, Nico Hulkenberg was seventh, scoring more points in one race than Sauber did in all of 2024 and being the highest Ferrari-powered car. Leclerc was eighth having drawn first blood over Hamilton in the teammate battle - not that either of them will be particularly happy with that race - while Piastri was ninth in an impressive recovery drive. Lewis Hamilton was tenth, scoring the last point in a race of increasingly unhinged radio transmissions between Ferrari's drivers and Ferrari's engineers.

A race so crazy it's ended with McLaren and Mercedes tied for the lead in the constructors' championship.

A very fun, old school chaotic Australian Grand Prix.

Onto South America for the Argentine Grand Prix.

Yes, MotoGP is still a thing this year, but with Marc Marquez dominating by winning every race while Alex Marquez has finished second in all four races - two sprints, two GPs - this year, your opinion on the season will vary based on what you think of the Marquez family.

If you're a Marquez fan, you're having the time of your life.

If you're a Marquez hater, you're gonna be miserable.

If you're a neutral, well...it ain't much of a show.

Perhaps that's harsh given that this time around, Alex Marquez was in the lead for most of the race and Marc was having to push hard to pass his little brother, but in the end Marc did, and then he ran away with the win.

Franco Morbidelli was third, getting his first podium since Jerez 2021 and the first since that massive leg injury in 2021 that reduced Morbidelli from 2020 championship contender to a bit of a joke on the 2022 and 2023 Yamahas.

So there is that.

Onto Las Vegas, with its Eifel Tower, much like France. Get it? It makes the David Bowie joke work, right? No? Well, what about Jim France? Jim France runs NASCAR, so can we use that gag? No? Well screw it, I'm gonna do it anyway - I want my blogpost to be a Dancing in the Street reference, dammit!

I won't spend too much time given this is already a long blogpost, but I'm very happy for Josh Berry. This is a driver who has clawed and struggled to get into NASCAR to begin with, then he finally got his big break at Stewart-Haas Racing just to find out that the team has gone to shit and they're gonna sell their charters at the end of the year.

Berry found a landing place at the Wood Brothers for 2025, and he's made the most of it. He's been consistently running with the other Penskes even if he doesn't have the finishes to show for it, but he's made it all worthwhile with a win in Vegas.

It was a deserving win too, because he kept finding his way into the top ten all day long, battled with reigning champion and pseudo-teammate Joey Logano for position multiple times, and in the end, he was up front when a caution with twenty to go reset the race for everybody.

Everyone took fresh tyres, with Daniel Suárez leading the bottom line while Josh Berry was on the top. Daniel had his teammate Ross Chastain behind him, so it looked like Trackhouse had this one, but Berry rallied back, passed Suárez on track, and led the last sixteen laps on his way to victory in the Pennzoil 400.

It was Wood Brothers' 101st victory and the first time they've won in consecutive seasons since 1986 and 1987.

Talk about a feel good story.

On a weekend of four races, it looked like F1 was going to be my favorite of the weekend for a long time, and it probably still is, but that's the happiest I've been at the end of a NASCAR race all season.

It feels nice to be legitimately happy at the end of a racing weekend.

[63n3437]

Too Busy Sunday!

“Live outside the state-of-the-art Duckliar Foundation, awaiting the newly appointed Chief Executive Officer of the Duckliar Enterprise, Mr. Solomon Hecks.”

“Wait, Duckliar? Isn’t he the genius who disappeared years ago? Fifteen years, to be exact,” Huey piped up, looking over his handbook.

“Ohhh! Did he make cool things like nanobots or laser guns? Maybe a super flying jet?!” Dewey’s hands flew everywhere in the excitement nearly hitting Louie in the face. Louie swatted the offending hand in annoyance, looked up from his phone, and snorted dismissively.

“Eh,” he shrugged. “Looks like another start-up.”

“Start-up!” Webby exploded from behind the couch, startling the triplets as she squished herself between Dewey and Huey. “No way. They were the most mysterious and probably one of the richest families in the world! Of course, it is nothing compared to your–erm–our family, but I have a separate board just for them.”

Scrooged harrumphed from his armchair, “The man’s no genius, reappearing just to disappear, leaving everything behind. Just looked at what happened to the tower. Gone!”

“You mean the Duckliar Tower?” Della entered the room carrying stacks of chips and sweets in her arms. Penumbra trailing behind, carrying liters of soda. “I was surprised it was replaced by a park. Does Everett still own the land? The last time I visited the area was under the administration of SVA….MP?”

“The Society for the Valorization of Duckburg Monuments manages sites that have historical significance, similar to the program from New Quackmore.” Huey said, closing his handbook with a snap, “If the tower had historical value, we sure don’t know how it could happen.”

“Duckliar Enterprise has been making its presence known after the disastrous moon-vasion. Despite the damage of the unexpected alien attack, which halted some of its operations, they were able to resume as soon as possible to build the Ducklair Foundation.”

Louie scooted next to Dewey to make space for Della and Penumbra. Della snatched one of the popcorn bowls and passed the rest of the snacks around. “Well, it’s another mystery of the Duckliar clan.”

Webby squirmed in her seat. “Oh my gosh! New lore!” She exclaimed with a hushed voice forcing herself not to run off to her room and start updating her board.

“Excuse guys, movie night?” Louie sensing that they would go off the rails again, gestured towards the screen. “Anyone?”

“Yeah – enough about Ducklair, it’s movie night! We need to show Penumbra how to have fun while sitting –”

“Which I doubt.”

“And why is it so much better than exploring the secret of an Incan treasury,” Dewey nodded seriously, though the slight downturn of his mouth hinted otherwise.

“Oh, lad. You should’ve seen the map in the study. If we fly to Peru today, we’ll stumble upon the entrance to the temple effortlessly.”

“When you say treasury?” Louie baited with a smirk. Webby let out a ‘woohoo!’ in the background, yelling, “Secret Inca temple!”

“Wait! Guys–we promised Uncle Donald no adventuring every Sunday,” Huey reminded full-stop, which prompted a series of groans.

“The new CEO of the company was a mystery until three months ago when new information emerged from a one-on-one interview with veteran journalist Ms. Layla Lay. Although the interview answered the common question, questions about his relation to the owner, Everette Duckliar, remained unknown.”

“That’s boring! No offense to Uncle Donald but adventuring is in our blood,” Dewey relayed dramatically.

Della sighed, deciding to stop the brothers from escalating the situation. After all, she owed his brother some peace, even if she wanted to explore just as badly. “Dewey, we did promise your uncle to rest for one day every week. He’s not stopping us from adventuring, and if any of our trips somehow extend until Sunday, no one’s preventing us.”

“I’m sure Uncle Scrooge agreed to this, right, Uncle?” Scrooge scowled in irritation choosing to watch the TV rather than answer his niece.

Scrooge was about to make a sharp remark when he saw the car pulling up on the screen, he focused his attention to observe the unknown head of the company. The upstart has been requesting to meet up with him to consolidate Everette’s investments and liquidated properties under McDuck Enterprises. Scrooge was pleasantly surprised when he reviewed the proposal. He usually let Bradford handle anything remotely business-related, but he couldn't hand off this responsibility, knowing he was dealing with a Duckliar. Though they didn't meet face to face and only made a video conference, once, he knew not to underestimate the younger duck.

“Is that Uncle Donald?” Dewey wondered, it was hard to recognize him without his usual white hat and black sailor outfit.

“Hmm, yeah,” Louie said distractedly, frowning at his phone. “He said he was hired as a driver for a billionaire. I thought it was Uncle Scrooge since the rest were enemies of Uncle Scrooge. It’s an easy mistake to make.”

“Good for him,” Della smiled in fondness. “I… should probably find a job, too.”

“Mom, it’s fine. You just came back from the moon. There’s no need to rush things.”

Della gave a quick smile to Huey, going back to the TV where she saw her brother opening the back seat of the car. A woman with long blond hair, pinned in multiple buns, was the first to step out. She mouthed a quick thank you to him before gathering the security detail. Next to her stepped a man towering over the woman and his brother. He has strawberry blond hair with thick sideburns with a face that means business. He gave a sharp nod to his brother who solemnly nodded back. There was a moment's pause between them, a silent conversation amid chaos before his brother jumped back into the driver's seat and drove off.

It was a bizarre exchange, however, it wasn't notable enough to be remembered. She felt Penumbra nudging her sides, raising an eyebrow, and looked pointedly at the screen.

Della clapped her hands twice and then abruptly announced, “Come on, let’s start the movie! Even if Donald's not here, we need to keep our promise. Capiche?”

“Dibs on ‘Eternal Moonlight’.”

“What? That’s–no. Really, Huey?”

“It fits the theme! I researched the best moon-themed movie we could watch. It is also the highest-rated movie this season. At least I try to be accommodating, Louie. Unlike some people.”

Louie sputtered indignantly, “On what earth do you think Penu–”

Dewey cut him off rudely, “What about ‘Darkwing Duck the Movie? It was released recently.” Louie growled at the interruption.

“Dewey, you already chose the movie last week. It’s not fair if you pick the movie again.” Dewey sent a scathing glare to his red-clad brother before ranting how ‘uninteresting’ his suggestions were. Louie, momentarily distracted, nodded in agreement and declared that he should pick the movie, which was quickly denied by both older brothers. If Huey’s recommendation was dull, Louie’s was downright atrocious.

Unnoticed by the bickering brothers except for the adults, Webby crawled out of her sibling-sandwich, snatched the remote to change the channel to one of the available streaming services, and typed in ‘The Betelgeuse War’.

Della smirked in astonishment and shared a look with Penumbra, who was instantly enamored by the screen.

“Webby!” the triplets collectively shout.

“What? It’s informative, it’s not boring, and the character has depth. It has three sequels, all amazing–as impossible as it is–and it is about space. And the moon. Penumbra will love it and we will geek over the characters. Now, shove off!”

“Atta, lassie,” Scrooge chuckled.

The lights slowly dimmed. Della glanced back by the door and saw Mrs. Beakly adjusting the light switch. She grinned in thanks before settling on the couch. It has been years since she last watched ‘The Betelgeuse War’. If Webby was right, then she’ll enjoy the rest of the series and her honorary niece will certainly be asked to join the exclusive club of the Betelgeuse she founded with his brother.

Penumbra was, always, a nice addition.

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Something was bubbling under the surface.

“Hey, Gandra, grabbing lunch?” Granda put down her soldering iron and removed her goggles. She looked toward the door where Dr. Dendron was standing.

“Is it noon already?” Gandra grabbed her phone from the pedestal and grinned as a series of messages popped up on her notification. She was about to open one when she caught the time. “Woah, time sure flies by.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to disturb you with your work. I am also absorbed in mine, which is almost complete. I thought that we could eat lunch in the pantry,” Dr. Dendron smiled hopefully.

Gandra blinked, pleasantly surprised by the invitation. She gave a jerky nod and said, “Sure, I haven't had my breakfast… or lunch, for that matter.”

“Same here,” Dr. Dendron’s frame relaxed considerably. “Work just sucked you in. Next thing you know, it’s dark out, and you’re only halfway through your task.”

Gandra hummed as she gathered her equipment, placing all the dangerous items in their proper places. She secured the cabinets of confidential experiments before leaving her lab.

As she approached the door, she could hear sections of the lab shutting down. Once she reached the threshold, she pressed her biometrics, and the door closed firmly.

“I still think it’s quite excessive,” Dr. Dendron noted.

“I think it's nice,” Gandra smirked as they walked down the corridor to the department lobby. “None of the other labs I’ve been to is as secure as this one. You would think they’re hiding something sinister.”

Dr. Dendron giggled. “It certainly looks like that. It’s confidential, yes, but anything we do in R&D can be discussed between us, scientists and researchers.”

Gandra challenged. “Such as?”

“I can imagine all of our works are going to converge at one point,” Dr. Dendron explained. “I am working with an Evronian spore and Dr. Einmug is polishing his research on atoms. Sparky is working with Dr. Zibaldo on enhancing security and creating technologies related to clean energy.”

“What the hell is an Evronian spore? And isn’t Dr. Einmug a recluse? How did they manage to convince him to work here?” Gandra asked incredulously. “Dr. Zibaldo’s nice, just a bit overzealous. Sparky…it’s strange having a rat as your co-worker. No offense.”

“Rodents of his species developing intelligence and cognitive abilities are quite rare,” Dr. Dendron grimaced. “Achieving such a feat…”

“It’s not pleasant,” Gandra’s eyes widened as a memory resurfaced, and felt her conscience pang between her gritted teeth.

Dr. Dendron bobbed her head in agreement. “We can continue with the questions after lunch,” she said, tapping her badge.

Gandra willed herself to calm down as she followed Dr. Dendron into the busy hallway. “So I can ask anything under the sun about our work but only within the R&D?”

“Now you're getting it,” Dr. Dendron smiled playfully.

Gandra and Dr. Dendron strolled in comfortable silence as they made their way through the throng of employees getting a quick lunch. When they arrived at the pantry, Gandra told her fellow scientists to line up at the buffet.

“I need to warm up my lunch.”

“Do you want me to get you something?” Dr. Dendron asked, picking up a tray.

“A plate of waffles, if you can, please” and then Gandra waved her hand in appreciation, marching to the refrigerator where she stored her homemade lunch. When she opened the fridge, she saw the note sticking out of her lunchbox, which she had forgotten to remove (and put on a special case with similar notes). Written messily on it was, ‘Go get them, Gadget Girl’.

She couldn't help but grin warmly. She fumbled in her pocket for her phone and sent a short message to ‘Suit’ with a picture of her blue lunchbox.

‘Suit’ replied quickly, ‘I made your favorite, empanadas and guacamole :).’

(Oh, he’s so nice.)

After heating the empanadas, she made her way to the tables when her eyes fell upon an unexpected figure. She knew some sparing information about him. Most striking was that he was the triplet’s uncle and Mr. Scrooge’s nephew.

“Oh, Donald’s here,” Dr. Dendron spoke behind her. “I wonder why –” then her eyes followed where Mr. Duck was staring, “– I see. I forgot the press conference is today.”

Gandra caught the TV and she could see Mr. Hecks sitting on a long table under an onslaught of questions.

“–the company's focus has shifted from weapons manufacturing and engineering to clean energy. How will you ensure the company's financial stability during this period of change?”

“That is an excellent question, Ms. Roxanne. Duckliar Enterprise isn’t always reliant on weapons production. While it has been the previous CEO’s primary focus, being an inventor himself, he understood it is not the sole path for the company’s long-term success.”

Gandra felt a crippling chill running down her spine, and a sudden heaviness clung onto her shoulders. There was a gaze observing her in hindsight. Her eyes returned to where Donald was sitting and felt a surge of trepidation. The consensus is that Donald Duck of the McDuck clan was the polar opposite of his adventurous uncle, Scrooge McDuck. He was averse to adventure and quick to anger, but a great uncle to his nephew, according to some sources–okay, mostly from Huey.

Donald’s eyes flickered like a blade, slowly dissecting each layer of her carefully crafted facade. Leaving her exposed and flayed, like a wound itching to be closed. With a blink, he shifted from a terrifying force to a deceptively weary man.

“You know each other?” Gandra asked Dr. Dendron instead of keeping on staring at Donald.

“You don't?” Dr. Dendron asked, taken aback, though Gandra could hear concern lacing her tone. “We can use another table if you want?”

“No need, I'm curious to know what his deal is.”

“Good to know that you have a sense of humor Mr. Hecks. Unlike your predecessor who again disappeared years ago after a bit of a scandal. Whatever happened to Mr. Duckliar? Any idea of his whereabouts?”

“Thank you for asking, I understand that you are curious and concerned about Mr. Everett. I am placed in confidence to steer the wheel of the Enterprise and Mr. Everett has always valued his privacy which I will be obliged to continue.”

“That doesn't answer my question–”

“Hey, Mr. Duck,” Gandra plopped on one of the fluffy seats a distance away from Donald. Dr. Dendron hesitated for a second before sitting beside Gandra. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Same to you,” Donald raised his eyebrow, then looked at Dr. Dendron with a faint smile. “Hey, Dr. Rhonda. Good to see you, how have you been? Did you manage to find an apartment downtown?”

“Good! About the apartment… I decided to stay in St. Canard. I still like my city, despite the traffic. Also, thank you for shipping the Drosera occidendum’s seed.”

“I have no idea what you need from that plant but–er–you’re welcome?”

“No need to be bashful, it was a rare specimen. Knowing that your family managed to defeat it was amazing.”

Donald beamed like a mini sun, “It’s the kids who figured out that blasted plant.”

“Not surprising,” Gandra nodded, taking a bite of her empanada. “They’re very…inquisitive. Alarmingly so.”

“Oh, you’re just bitter that they foiled your spy career.” Donald's lips curled in amusement, although his eyes held a sharp edge.

“Speaking from experience?” Dr. Dendron, Caesar salad bunched on her fork, piqued in interest.

“Corporate espionage,” they both said at the same time.

“You were selected to work on nanobots?” Donald spoke out of the blue, startling both Gandra and Dr. Dendron. However, Gandra could tell that the other scientist was surprised for a different reason.

“NDA, Mr. Duck. My lips are sealed”

“Just call me Donald,” Donald rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Mr. Duck was my father. If you take my sister’s sons into account, that’s too many Mr. Ducks around.”

“What a nightmare it’ll be,” Gandra deadpanned, piercing the waffles.

“So nanobots… that's your forte, right?” Donald pushed on. “I remembered Huey telling a story about a ‘highly musculature Mark Beaks’ and how you helped win against him. No, I don’t want to imagine ‘Macho Beaks’. Yes, Huey shared his findings about nanobots enthusiastically and without reservation.”

‘I know who you are and what you did,’ was left unsaid.

When Donald spoke, Gandra could hear the resignation in his next statement. “I think you’ll do great with the project.”

“How did you know about it?” Gandra was eager to know because this guy was an enigma wrapped in a cipher. He was not supposed to be here, he was not on her radar of potentially dangerous people but goddamn, anyone who knew about her work with Mr. Hecks was.

“Here I thought that any scientific discussion can only be discussed by fellows and should be discussed inside R&D,” she said, voice drilling in sarcasm.

Donald shook his head, offering no explanation, eyes turning to watch the last thread of the conference. As Mr. Hecks plastered a polite smile, waving goodbye to the press, Donald’s phone rang.

“Hey, Belinda. Yeah, I’ll be there.” He paused. “Will do, thanks. Yeah. Bye.”

“Sorry, I need to go,” Donald, with a sigh, pulled up from the chair. “See you later, enjoy your lunch, Dr. Rhonda, Gandra.” He made his way out of the pantry, not without grabbing a freshly made waffle bag in a take-out bag from the pastry station.

“You know something,” Gandra faced Dr. Dendron in the eye.

“No, not really,” uncertainty seeping on her body. “I am as blind as you are.”

“Why have lunch with me?”

“Is it hard to believe I wanted to know you, or maybe become your friend?” Dr. Dendron's lips turned into a sad frown. “What you’re hiding is not my business but if it, in some ways, affects our work and reputation…” she trailed off, the unspoken implication hanging between them.

Gandra chuckled at the implied threat, “I didn’t think you had it in you, Dr. Dendron.”

Dr. Dendron relaxed and joined her laughter and said, “Oh, please, call me Rhonda.”

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Something was bubbling under the surface. Like lava slowly spilling at the edge of the crater.

“Hey, Layla,” said a duck holding an HDTV camera in one hand and balancing a tray of three coffees in the other. Layla readily helped get the tray out of the older duck’s hand.

“Alright, here’s your frap,” Layla chirped. “And a latte for me.”

The duck glanced at the remaining coffee, a plain black one, placed at the back of the van. “Donald’s will be here?”

“Yep,” Layla replied, popping the ‘p’, and taking a sip of her coffee. “He is Mr. Hecks’ driver.”

The duck hummed, “You’re suspicious about Mr. Hecks. Is he involved with… him?”

Layla took a moment to answer, “You can say. It’s complicated, Donald was more reserved about sharing information, after the moon.”

They dwelled in comfortable silence, finishing their drinks. Layla bit the bottom of her lips and asked, “Stefan, was I a bad friend?”

“I cannot give you a response to that,” Stefan said, slurping his frap.

“Why, weren't we friends in past years?” Layla quirked her eyebrow.

Stefan countered, “Were you?” He set the camera next to the coffee and sat beside it. “Your heart has always been in the right place. It took me a long time to understand that. Donald, we’re not friends, but I always felt a kinship with him due to our… affliction.”

Layla blinked in silence. It was rare for Stefan to speak this long. He continued, “I chanced upon him, months after he lost his sister to the moon. I was investigating the peculiarities of the Duckliar family. We did not talk; the situation was too heavy. And I suspect he lost more than just his sister that day.”

“I – Donald’s been keeping this?”

“It’s not my business, but I thought it might help you.”

“You’re right,” Layla took a deep breath. “I was not there when he needed me. I was so excited; I’ve always wanted to experience the world without restraint. In the process, I left the person who helped me achieve that.”

“Talk to him, once you both have the time,” Stefan stiffly patted Layla’s shoulder, taking the empty paper cup to the nearest trash can. “Come on, they should be here anytime soon.”

Layla exhaled and gathered all her materials ensuring her makeup was all good. She grabbed her coffee; taking one long sip, before closing the van door, pacing beside Stefan.

“Hey, Stefan?” Layla softly called out. “Thank you. And don’t ever doubt that you're my friend.” Stefan's eyes widened, revealing a timid smile.

They secured a good spot in the park where they had a clear shot of the podium. As soon as they saw a glimpse of Hecks’ car, Stefan started rolling the camera.

With a smile, Layla started with, “Channel ‘00, live in Duckliar Park…”

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Something was bubbling under the surface. Like lava slowly spilling over the edge of the crater. It rumbled hotter than the core of any mass in the universe.

Mary Ann Flagstarr was tired. She was running on six cups of coffee, a box of donuts, and a bowl of Garden salad because she wanted something healthy, alright? It wasn't even past three in the afternoon, and she was already flagging under the weight of paperwork and the lingering effect of a jailbreak. And that was many months ago.

If she had known that her first task as a captain of PBI would be tidying up the joint jailbreak of Dr. Fairfax and former Lieutenant McCoy, she wouldn't have taken the position. She’d probably be sleeping in a moldy hotel under a disguise but, at least, she wasn't slaving away to finish this administrative burden and locating escaped criminals in every part of the globe.

Mary Ann rubbed her forehead in frustration. She received help from personnel from Area 51, but despite their combined efforts, they couldn't find where Fairfax and McCoy were hiding. During her first month in her position, she instinctively dialed the Duck Avengers’ number only to remember that no one had seen the hero in decades.

Usually, his AI partner, Uno, would send her an email or fax with crucial information on any issue that may threaten the country before she could bang her head on her desk. It was convenient and very helpful; they’d saved her multiple times. She was grateful, yet a brush of jealous resentment lurked in the periphery of her mind.

The captain sighed sharply. It was all in the past. She would prefer to handle the situation under her own leadership. However, Dr. Fairfax was a dangerous individual, with a spy like McCoy, the danger they posed would affect not just Duckburg and its surrounding area but also target other countries.

She thought of enlisting help from superheroes, like Gizmoduck, or spies from S.H.U.S.H., or the Agency. She dismissed asking for Gizmoduck; he was too green when it came to international conflict. She had reached out to S.H.U.S.H., but they were indisposed without Ludwig. The Agency…their reputation had tanked when Double Duck resigned.

Her last option was to contact the Duck siblings. She did not want to consider it since their family was one of the reasons for her headaches, especially after the Moonlander invasion or the magical disruption two years ago. Therefore, when Mary Ann said they were the last option, it meant she wouldn't contact them under any circumstances unless she was really in-depth.

She needed to contact them, ASAP.

Fairfax and McCoy had been missing for one year and six months. No leads, no clues, no witnesses that may point her in their direction. Mary Ann was uncertain if they were even together. She had a terrible feeling in her guts that their plans would soon implode and everything they swore revenge on would go down badly.

She tried contacting the mansion, but the lines weren't connecting. She found out the telephone lines were blocked due to magical interference. It was a good thing they had a magical expert in the department, and they created a workaround.

But when she called the number and someone answered the phone, the housekeeper (certainly not an ordinary housekeeper) would inform her that the family was off on an adventure.

Then she sent emails to McDuck Enterprise because their digital security system was such a hardass PBI couldn’t retrieve any personal emails, but no reply. Della didn’t have any digital presence since she had just returned from the moon (how crazy was that?). Donald's contact information was easily found in various resumes; curiously, all numbers and emails became disconnected after he left his previous employers.

The captain had tried every avenue but received no luck until today.

Mary Ann paced anxiously in her office, the telephone line ringing once, twice, thrice. She stopped when it continued to ring for the fourth time, head on her hands, and took a deep steady breath.

“Deeeewey express! How can I help you with this fine evening?”

(Oh shit.)

“Good afternoon, my name is Mary Ann Flagstare, captain of PBI. I would like to speak to Dumbella Duck for urgent business.”

“Mom knows someone from the Secret Service?” Mary Ann bit back a groan, she had caught the kid’s wonder over the phone, it was like talking to Ziggy in his teens. Oh right, this kid is a teen. What a joy.

“It appears so. If you could pass the phone to her, I would appreciate it.”

“Why do you need Mom? Ohhh, are you going to send her on a mission? That’s awesome, but we are on a strict no-adventure Sunday, you can call tomorrow, and we can hash out the mission without any issues.” Dewey informed cheerfully, she could register the tell-tale sign of dismissal.

She hurried over to the phone, almost knocking herself on the lamp next to her table, and cried out, “Wait! I am not sending her on any mission. If you can tell her that–” She didn’t want to share the news with an unauthorized person, worst of all, a kid. Desperate times called for desperate measures. “–Dr. Fairfax and McCoy were on the loose, it’s a matter of national emergency. She can contact me through this number, preferably soon.”

“Sure,” Dewey stretched, “I’ll pass it on.”

Mary Ann sighed in relief, “Thank you.”

“Dewey, come on. The third movie is starting!”

“Webby, pause it!” Dewey shouted, muffled. “I have to go, Ms. Captain. Bye!”

The click of the disconnected call echoed in her office, pulsing in her head, syncing with her oncoming migraine. She braced her arms on her large desk; paperwork stewed like a hurricane went past. She can wait, hopefully, before the insanity stirs.

Mary Ann waited and completed her paperwork. Waited, and took a very quick break. Waited and visited a department in crisis which provided a mental breather from all the waiting. Waited until it was almost midnight and resigned herself to another failure.

She was tidying her desk of today’s paperwork and preparing the ones she needed to complete tomorrow when the phone rang.

She shot up like a bullet and swiftly put the receiver to her ear. She could scarcely believe it was Della’s voice on the phone.

“You, speak now.”

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Something was bubbling under the surface. Like lava slowly spilling over the edge of the crater. It rumbled hotter than the core of any mass in the universe. How it melts off the feathers and skin, burning everything inside out.

That is how Donald met his demise, ripped from the Earth’s atmosphere after his ill-fated venture on the moon.

He has, after all, been afflicted with terrible, horrible luck.

[princ3sstears]

[Note: Something i wrote back in my Dreamtale phase in 7th Grade😂]

Yea the DreamSwap are human, but not SwapDream, and original DreamTale, and SwapFate DreamTale

SW! Is SwapFate.

DS! Is DreamSwap.

SD! Is Swapdream.

OG! Are originals.

NS! is Nightswap.

SC! Is Sunset constitution Dreamswap.

SH! Is Shattered DreamTale

SHDS! Is Shattered Dreamswap

SwD! Is Switched Destenties DreamTale

SwD! Dream is Rever.

SwD! Nightmare is Lune.

DR! is DreamDust

FD! DS! is FatalDreams DreamSwap

DD! is Darkness Dreamtale https://onebizarrekai.tumblr.com/post/184427039984/so-like-how-caught-up-is-everyone-on-here-the/amp

Ds! Nightmare: Man, another me looks cool!

Ds! Dream's thoughts: He looks more annoying somehow.

Ds! Error: Aren't you AroAce?

Ds! Nightmare confused: No? I never was?

Og! Night laughing at Sd! Dream: Hahhh, is that Dream? i feel like i can look down on myself now.

Sd! Night shruddering because of the three Dreams.

Ds! Night's pov: What's up with that dude?

Sd! Dream sending kisses to Og! Night.

DS! Nightmare: You smoke? Dude i like you more now. Gimme some!

SD! Nightmare: Uhh, no, that's stuff mine, go get some yourself.

DS! Night: But the oh so generous Lord Dream banned anything that has a negative effect on a human body. Bleh, even saying this lord thing makes me cringe.

Ds! Dream: I can hear you!

DS! Night: That was the point! Go f yourself!

Ds! Dream angry, and bonks DS! Night's head with a book.

DS! Night: Owww! What was that for?

Dream: Don't play dumb, you know why.

DS! Night: And that's why I'm 10000% better than you!

Ds! Dream rolling his eyes.

DS! Night: Thats it, your my new brother!

OG! Dream: Uhh, okay! But isn't you know your Dream your brother?

DS! Night: No? What weed do you smoke? We have different parents.

OG! Dream: But you called him "brother"?

DS! Night: Ah! That's because in the eye's of a god we are all brothers and sisters. So no, me and him are not brothers!

OG! Dream: Oh ok!

Sd! Night: Who are you guys?

DS! Night: Meme squad assamble!

Ds!Cross & Ds!Error joing Ds!Night in their signature meme pose.

DS! Dream face palms: Here they go again.

Ds! Error: I'm Error!

Ds! Cross: Cross here!

Ds! Night: And I'm thier leader, the mighty lord Nightmare!

Ds! Night with a smug face: Actually they are my emotional support dumbasses.

Ds! Cross smiling with one brow raised: Dude, who are you calling a dumbass?

Ds! Error one brow raised with a smile: More like "emotional detriment".

DS! Night disgusted: Ewww, is that me? Why do i look so goopy?

OG! Nightmare: Do you want to die?

DS! Night sarcasm: It speaks?!

OG! Dream laughing: I like this Nightmare!

DS! Night glaring at OG! Dream: You call yourself a guardian? Stop sitting around waiting to be rescued!

Og! Dream rolls his eyes, and walks away to another room: Gee, thank you.

Sd! Night stooped smoking for a bit: Well that was just rude, you should apologize.

DS! Night: Why should i? I hate people like him.

Sd! Night looks at DS! Night, while smoking.

DS! Night: Fine, okay, maybe i shouldn't have done that.

DS! Night going to naother room: Hey Dream? I'm sorry about what i said.

DS! Night's pov: Stupid! He probably won't even want to talk with you.

OG! Dream: Nightmare? No your right.

DS! Night: None of the things i said were right, Dream! I was an a-hole! And I'm really sorry about what i said.

OG! Dream: It's fine, your forgiven, Nightmare.

DS! Night: That easily?

OG! Dream putting a hand out: I can't hate people, and i don't want to hold grudges against anyone. So let's start anew?

Ds! Night taking the offered hand, and they shake hands: Maybe you aren't so bad, Dream.

SD! Dream: Hello, darling~♡

Og! Night throwing up.

Sd! Dream: Was my posetive love that strong darling~?

OG! Dream with DS! Night in the background: Bro, you ok?

Og! Night: Do i seem okay to you?

Og! Dream sarcasm: Yes.

Og! Night: Take that Dream away from me.[no killing rule]

Ds! Night: Wowy, your Dream is even crazier than mine.

Sd! Night: I know! But that crazy lunatic doesn't realize that he is wrong.

Ds! Night: Sounds just like my Dream.

Ds! Night making a bucket of water fell down on Ds! Dream: Hahhah! You look like a wet bird!

Ds! Dream red eye glow menacingly.

Ds! Night surprised eyes, and he starts running away.

Ds! Night hides behind Og! Dream: Hide me, bro!

Black screen, and Ds! Night hides in a kitchen shelf, and Og! Dream is standing in the kitchen.

Ds! Dream: You know that i can feel negative energy, or did your idiotic brain forgot that?

Ds! Night's pov: Shit! I really forgot that! But no way I'm going to admit it to him!

Og! Dream: There is no one here.

Ds! Dream: Don't lie to me, i sense that he is here.

Ds! Dream: Come out, Nightmare, and maybe you won't be hurt.

Ds! Night's pov: No way! I don't trust you!

Ds! Night's pov: He quited down? I don't trust this selince.

Ds! Dream finds Ds! Night, nad Ds! Dream eye'sglow menacingky red, with a creepy face: Found you!

Ds! Night: *Screams*

Ds! Night jumping out of the back of the coach: B i lived!

Ds! Night: So how many apples did you have, i had 2.

Sd! Night: You had more than one apple?

Ds! Night: You guys didn't?

Og! Dream & Ds! Dream: Yes.

Ds! Night: That means that I'm the best Nightmare!

SD! Night & OG! Dream rolling thier eyes.

Ds! Night open mouth: He ate 999 apples?!

Sd! Night: Yeah that might seem crazy to outsiders.

Ds! Night: Well it is! My Dream only ate 198 apples! No wonder your Dream is a crazy lunatic!

Sd! Night: Also he's 500 years old.

Ds! Night: Well me, and Dream are 124 years old, and no we are not twins.

Og! Dream: Did you eat any apples?

Ds! Night: Yes, but i ate only the last posetive one, and i feed Kevin the negative one. He uh become immortal after eating it.

Sd! Night: Actually i ate a little bit, but i didn't get any powers from the apple.

Og! Dream: I ate the last golden apple, so that my brother didn't eat it.

Sd! Night: Does it hurt when your brother touches you, or is near you?

Ds! Night: Hmm, no.

Og! Dream: No.

Sd! Night: It must be an exclusive thing to my AU.

SW! Nightmare explaining about his AU to SD!Night, DS! Night, and OG! Dream.

Ds! Night: That man! And i thought my version of him was nuts!

OG! Dream: Do you need a hug, Illusion?

DS! Dream explaining about his AU, and DS! Nightmare.

SW! Dream: I always knew that any variation of my brother would be evil.

DS! Nighmare walking by, and getting mad: Psh, like you are any better, tell me wasn't it you who hurt your brother in the end?

SW! Dream: I don't want to hear that from a criminal.

DS! Night: A word from one criminal to another.

DS! Night: And i don't have time for people like you.

DS! Night walks away.

Ds! Dream sighing: Just ignore him, he doesn't know anything.

SW! Dream: I wasn't going to listen to that guy anyway.

Og! Dream pointing at SW! Nightmare: Why can't you be like him?!

Og! Night: How dare you compare me to that weak Nightmare.

SW! Nightmare pointing at Og! Dream: Why can't you be like him?!

SW! Dream: Why must you embrass me?

SW! Night: What was i meant to be? I'm neither a hero nor a villian. What I'm i?

DS! Dream: So yeah, Nightmare is a menace, he constantly pranks my organization, despite me hunting for him.

SW! Dream: He sounds dumb, and annoying.

DS! Dream scowls: i plan to eliminate that good for nothing.

OG! Nightmare in a corner: Can i leave?

Me: No.

SD! Dream: But darling~♡! Don't you love me? Won't you stay here with me~♡?

OG! Nightmare: Ew no! You are a version of my bro, and I don't do incest.

SD! Dream: A version, but not your brother! So it's okay for my posetive love to multiply for you honey~♡!

OG! Nightmare trying to kill SD! Dream using his tentecles, but SD! Dream cuts his tentacle: Die.

SD! Dream: Nuh huh! It won't do my sweetie pie~♡! You can't make me unlove you with all my posetive love for you!

OG! Nightmare throwing up again.

DS! Dream: This is idiotic.

SW! Dream: Eww, why would he love that thing!

DS! Night: Kevin, attack!

DS! Dream: Kevin isn't a dog, dumbass.

DS! Night: Oh sorry forgot to ask you!

DS! Dream: The chicken has negative energy?!

DS! Night: Oops! Not sorry that i didn't tell you! Or you would have killed Kevin!

DS! Dream: And you didn't ate any negative apples? And your chicken is the cause of negative, not you?

DS! Night: Maybe.

DS! Dream: I still want to kill you.

DS! Night: Wouldn't dream of anything different, brother. Huh, dream.

[Part 2] Dreamswap & Nightswap

NS! Night says something.

DS! Night gagging: Wow, i look like a softie. Bleh.

NS! Night angry: That was rude.

DS! Night hideing behind SD! Night: It talks! Bro save me!

NS! Night pouts: Why are you so mean?

DS! Dream about NS! Night .a.k.a Nightlight: What is this abomination?!

DS! Night: I hate to agree with you, but your right.

Paralysis throws a book at DS! Night.

DS! Night: Hey! Paralysis what was that for? Don't tell me you think Nightlight is cute?

Paralysis blushing: No!

DS! Night shouting: You tottaly do! Guys, Paralysis is a tsundere!

SD! Night at Nightlight: I didn't expect him to be so underwhermingly small.

Paralysis angry glaring.

OG! Dream: So the villagers accepted you?

Nightlight: Yes, they are all my friends.

OG! Dream: Gosh! You are so cute, that i could eat you up!

DS! Night: So you are an AU of me?

SC! Night: Yeah, but somehow I'm taller than you.

DS! Night: And how? You are even younger than me!

SC! Night: So how old you are then?

DS! Night: 124 years old.

SC! Night shoked: You look younger than that.

DS! Night: Do you think i like looking like a teenager?

SC! Night: Probably not.

Ds! Night: So why is your Dream hunting for you?

SC! Night: Hunting not to kill, but to find.

Sc! Night: Probably to put me under house arrest.

DS! Night: He's not our mother! How can he do it?

SC! Nigh shrugging: Being a mafia boss does that.

DS! Night: Your version of Dream sounds even more annoying than mine.

SH! Night: D-dream?

OG! Dream: Technicianly yes, but I'm not your Dream.

SH! Night: Right.

OG! Dream and SH! Night talk.

The atmosphere darkness, and a silhouette appers from the shadows.

SH! Dream: You are so pathetic that you think that you can save your brother. You are too naive.

OG! Dream: Who are you?

SH! Dream: Oh, I'm you but better!

OG! Dream feeling wierd: What is with all this negative energy?

SH! Dream: Hahhah! I don't need to explain you anything! Figure it out yourself, Dream!

SH! Night: You quit it!

SH! Dream: Rich coming from someone like you, brother! Didn't you do even worse things than me?

OG! Dream with a dark face: I understand now.

OG! Dream at SH! Dream: How could you have turned into this! You are the pathetic one, here! Let's go, Nightmare.

DS! Night: Why do you have wings? They look similiar to Dream's.

DS! Night: Did you eat the apples?

SHDS! Night: Technicianly i absorbed posetive apples Dream ate.

DS! Night: How is this even possible?

SHDS! Night shrugging.

DS! Night: So what? Your the new boss of JR or something?

SHDS! Night: Your a smart fellow, and yes I'm the boss of Dream's organization now.

SW! Dream in the background with himself.

DS! Night: And where is Dream? Is he on the run? Are you from some kind of swap AU of us?

SHDS! Night: You can say that.

DS! Night thumbs up: Good, let that birdie get a taste of his own medicine.

SHDS! Night thumbs ups too.

DR! Dream kind smile: Hey, why don't we tell each other about our AU's?

Rever explaining about his AU.

DR! Dream smirking in the bg, because he already knows about Rever's AU, and that Rever telling anyone about his AU would cause a fight.

OG! Dream horrified: You did what?

Rever: I made them experience negative feelings till they REJECTED them.

OG! Dream horrified: That's torture! Even if my memories bring me pain and sorrow, they made me the person I'm today. So without them i would have been a different person.

OG! Dream: You are just a hypocrite that only cares about himself. You do realize when making people hate negativity, you make them hate Nightmare? There isn't nothing wrong with a normal amount of negativity!

Rever: I'm merely giving them motivation, so that they can stay posetive.

Rever and OG! Dream fight in the bg.

DS! Dream's pov with conflicted face: I don't want to be like him, maybe killing Nightmare isn't a good idea? Maybe negativity is important too?

DS! Dream shaking his head in right and left: No I'm not like him, i don't torture my employees, or innocents.

DS! Dream: This isn't about me. i have to kill Nightmare, because the fate of the multiverse depends on me, and i can't let them down.

DS! Dream: Still i think i need some time to think this thought.

DR! Dream's pov while smirking: is DS! Dream rethinking his life choices? That's pretty amusing.

DS! Nightmare talking animatedly with SD! Nightmare.

FD! DS! Nightmare in the bg.

Lucian doesn't have psychical nor spiritual body: Reminds you of your past self?

FD! DS! Night: Yeah, but I'm not going to talk with him, or anything.

Lucian: Man, you are so edgy.

FD! DS! Night: Did i ask? Now shut up.

DS! Dream: So you are an AU of me?

FD! DS! Dream: Yes.

DS! Dream: So do we finnaly kill Nightmare?

FD! DS! Dream: No, but I'm trying to get my hands on that rascal.

FD! DS! Dream: Do you know someone called Solstice?

DS! Night: No never met someone with taht name, why are you asking?

FD! DS! Dream: Well how do i put it, there is another person in my head called Solstice. Our souls merged when i ate the apples.

DS! Dream: Well that didn't happen to me, as far as i know. Must be your AU thing.

[shinning-whammy]

What does the smiling critters do in the paradise?

Before Catnap and Dogday entered, then during the Never Alone plot, and finally after Catnap's redemption and Dogday's acceptance?

Everyone wanted to know what was happening after each of them left the place and at the same time know what was the cause of their deaths in order to be able to help themselves.

Hoppy and Kickin were the first to arrive at the site with a difference of a few hours in the real world but in heaven it was a few days apart

Hoppy is in charge of sports and fun, so when she needs a team to play basketball or soccer, some kids come to join his team.

Children? That is, if one of the SC needs more company, the souls of children who have died around the world appear and join their activities, whether for games or learning.

Kikin tries to look cool and support his friends in their ideas, as well as he really likes adventure, so he usually gets along very well with Hoppy and her crazy ideas.

The next to arrive at the site after several years is Bubba, he arrived scared and at the same time worried that Catnap was out of his mind, he was the one who discovered 1006's intentions and knew that Catnap obeyed him, he did not like the idea of ​​eliminating others by his orders and that is why he was eliminated.

He was too worried about his friends, especially Dogday, because he found out about the therapy that Catnap was using on him and he knew that sooner or later it would affect him. But by trying to make Dogday discover the truth for himself, he only caused them to fight and Catnap to eliminate him. He knew too much to be there.

He regrets having insulted Dogday but he didn't really know what Catnap was doing to him until it was too late Later after recovering he likes to read psychology books, he is in charge of a library that has information from all over the world and in the same language that he can read even several children or other souls give him those books that are usually or that were written on earth

He is determined to know the therapy well because he knows that when Dogday gets there he will need something real and not a fake one that Catnap does to him.

Several years later Bobby arrives, she arrived sad but very angry, so Hoppy and Bubba helped her control her anger because she felt helpless seeing everything Catnap did to Dogday and not being able to help him, as well as seeing how her friend was falling into madness.

She explains how the place is becoming difficult to control and that Catnap no longer trusts anyone but the prototype and Dogday who has not long since woken up from the coma that Catnap and his excessive use of the red smoke caused him.

She wanted to escape with Crafty but the plan failed and well Catnap got rid of her and she is worried about Dogday but more with Crafty because she hurt the dog and it is something that the cat discovered

When Bobby recovers from her own anger management, she is a sweetheart and is in charge of the activities in her group of friends. She likes to knit and make clothes or hats for her friends, even though they no longer feel temperature changes in that place, but they think it's nice to wear it.

Several days later Crafty arrived but she was in very bad shape, she was shaking with fear and crying a lot, so it took some time to calm her down since she had panic attacks and nightmares.

Crafty explains that after the failure to escape from Bobby the cat, she was more angry with her and ordered the minis to eat her arms, and days later she could notice a terrible appearance in Dogday, which Catnap ordered to eliminate it. She explains that Dogday looked very different and scared her a lot.

It took her some time to recover from her nightmares but she started drawing again and she liked having girls' sleepovers with Hoppy and Bobby to avoid panic attacks. She has all the materials she needs to make art at her disposal but she still doesn't like the color red. She's tired of everything being that color in that place.

When Crafty arrived she was the SC with the worst mental trauma before Picky and Dogday arrived.

then appear picky she was quite and a little surprise to see his friends there looking her but they no were so mad because she cook them when they were already dead

A few years later Picky arrived, she was in shock and quiet, especially because she felt she didn't deserve to be there with them. After all, she cooked them all and didn't say anything to Dogday after the fear she had with what Bubba or Bobby did, but she was always hungry and everything was scarce, so she accidentally attacked Dogday and he responded in a way that scared Picky.

They both ended up hurt, but Picky was more hurt, so when she saw that Dogday had fainted, she wanted to take advantage of it and eat him and put together a thousand recipes, but the cat arrived and it all ended for her.

1006 and Catnap decided that because of her hunger she was unnecessary so her body was used to feed other toys

but despite being condemned for it and being dying, Dogday found her and was worried so she was no longer afraid to tell the truth and told him everything that Cat had hidden from him when Dogday left angry Picky then died so when she got there with the other SC she said she regretted what she did and blamed herself because she condemned Dogday so she thinks they are possibly fighting and if Catnap or 1006 labels Dogday as a heretic they will make him suffer

It took Picky a while to get back into cooking because she was afraid of meat and had hallucinations of seeing the bodies of dolls, so she ended up becoming a vegetarian.

When she has a hallucination or the trance returns, she remains silent, seeing nothing and her wound in her chest bleeds while she cries silently, so her friends must hug her to get her out of that trance and eat the food that made her go into that trance.

Over time she overcomes her trauma and when she sees that Dogday has not arrived she believes that Catnap has finally made him forget everything she told him. Picky is in charge of the crops and has a greenhouse for his vegetables or herbs for food.

She becomes good at farming and looking for spices in the forest. Sometimes she asks for help from Bbba or Kikin to find these spices.

The other SCs forgave her quickly because even though she cooked them all, they were no longer alive to see how she did it, so they did not suffer at her hands.

Years passed in that place and as they did not see Dogday arrive after what Picky did, everyone assumed that Dogday had again forgotten everything they told him or had finally joined the madness of Catnap and his false god.

when see the poor puppy so broken and crying as was apologize to everyone, they were very angry and disappointed in Catnap because of his obsession to protect Dogday they believed that the cat had an obsessive love for him and that because of that he wouldn't let him go and that he would never hurt him like he did with them but here was a very broken Dogday, shaking in pain while he cried and apologized to everyone for not having listened to them when they warned him about Catnap being dangerous.

They didn't know if Catnap would end up in the same place as them and they didn't want that to happen but if that happens they all promised each other that they would never let the cat get close to Dogday ever again to hurt him again.

after acceptance

After many years it took a lot of effort for Catnap to regain his friends' trust. Some just ignored him, but if he dared to approach Dogday, especially if he had his trauma episodes, he was forced to leave and never get close. However, everyone was worried that Dogday's wounds and traumas didn't stop unless Catnap was near, so they reluctantly allowed Catnap to be by their side.

After Dogday regained his memories of what happened at Playcare and everything he did and Catnap made him do, he used to stay away from the Cat and didn't trust him. It took a long time for them to talk again, and this time it was Dogday who set limits, he wanted to avoid making the same mistake again at all costs.

Over time it was a broken friendship, with Catnap regretting what he did and Dogday being afraid of him. Later they became friends again but Catnap respected the time Dogday spent with his friends while he just watched from a distance or stayed overnight at their houses.

So I spent time with them as a friend and avoiding at all costs that the other personality of Dogday, which is Red Dogday, hurt Catnap savagely and that is because that part does not forgive him.

but this will take so much time to catnap be forgiven for the other SC and specially from Dogday who no trust him anymore

[allister-the-procrastigator]

Heyaa mod Duck here again 😼

This blog is almost COMPLETELY based on headcanons besides the info given on the official character card ☝️so please respect that I cannot be canon adjacent

Allister is liiike.. 15-16 I would say ☝️

Allister Gator is the slacker of the Nightmare Critters. He possesses a laid-back attitude and is often coerced by his friends to participate in activities, but he lacks drive and ambition. If given the chance, he would happily loaf off in a body of water and do nothing productive for a full 24 hours. He is a firm and devout believer of the philosophy: "Good things come to those who wait". The only time Allister puts effort into something is if his friends actively force him to.

WARNINGS:

This blog may contain cursing and heavy topics such as Violence, sensitive topics, and stuff simular to that. Mod is a Minor, so sexual topics will be kept to a minimum 🫵

Role-playing and symbols:

"This is Allister. Hi."

[This is actions and/or thoughts!]

and this is how I'll speak through text! though I mostly speak in the tags

other SC blogs:

@the-cool-chicken

@the-crafty-unicorn

@bubba-bubbaphant

@picky-piggy

@hoppyhopscotch1

@acat-foryournap

@bobbybearhugs-blog

@dogday-shines-bright

@bearhugs-from-bobby

@the-cat-that-naps

@bubbabubbaphant-blog

@baba-chops-emo-sheep

@simon-the-dragon

@rabie-baby-bat

@poe-the-crow

@chocosharksnack

GO FOLLOW THEM!!

Plus my other blogs: @that-sunny-pup @doctor-harleysawyer @ask-kissymissy

ART:

current status: Sawyer day

headcanons under the cut:

The other critters sometimes call him Alli as a nickname

His favorite cartoon show is the wildkratts,, he would 100% just float on his back in the water with an IPad and just binge all of it

I cannot imagine him with a girl so. gay🫵 Allister Gator? more like Allister Gaytor

very protective of his fellow nightmare critters. The smiling critters on the other hand, he couldn't give less a shit about.

Nature enjoyer

ADHD

Actually just a chill guy but he can be an asshole when he wants to be

He hoards random junk and throws it into his pond for enrichment

quite naturally strong (as a Gator character probably would be) he just doesn't show it off

He is narcoleptic, meaning he is constantly very tired throughout the day no matter how much rest he's gotten and may just fall asleep out of nowhere

The scent of sandalwood is used traditionally to relieve stress and anxiety, so I like to think the other nightmare critters like to hang out with him when they're stressed

New one !! I think he struggles to show emotions on his face

He does NOT know how to pose for pictures . He just stands there and does a thumbs-up, MAYBE an awkward smile

He cosplays!! he likes cosplaying!!! woo cosplay!!! If you give me characters to make him cosplay as I'll draw it

[list will be updated as I come up with more]

[kim-jongin-s]

svt fic recs (mostly nc-17; jeongcheol, minwon, verkwan, wonchan + other)

JEONGCHEOL

"is it casual now?". au. oneshot, 1.5k. r.

They had agreed on something with no strings attached four years ago.

"lightning in a bottle". oneshot, 2k. pg-13.

Jeonghan hasn’t said a word since they peeled away from the group, and he doesn’t say anything now. He looks around the waiting room, then cocks an eyebrow at Seungcheol, who is locking the door.

“Aren’t we too old for this?”

"teach me a lesson, get me where it hurts". au. oneshot, 2.5k. nc-17.

“I said we’re not dating.” He frowns sweetly. It’s almost a pout. “I never said anything about this.”

"i don't think i can stop it". oneshot, 3k. nc-17.

Seungcheol sees the Dazed covers and goes a little bit insane. (Jeonghan is along for the ride)

"a summer's harvest". historical!au: farmer!sc, prince!jh. oneshot, 3.6k. nc-17.

seungcheol is a farmer caring for the dry and hot soil of the countryside, not having anything else but his cattle to entertain. something changes when there is a rumour about the crown prince visiting their land one summer.

"why don't you do right?". historical!au: mafia boss!sc, club singer!jh. oneshot, 5k. nc-17.

As Jeonghan begins to sing, a lamp turns on at the rear table and his eyes lock with a dark, heavy-lidded gaze. So this is him, the youngest crime boss in the city; the man with the million dollar smile that closes million dollar deals; the Prince of Diamonds himself, Choi Seungcheol.

"oxygen to a flame". au. oneshot, 5.5k. nc-17.

Jeonghan spends most of his time in the lab, his brain wired to work through analytical experiments; definitely not to make a clay pot in a pottery class with an extremely hot instructor.

"the eye of the wind". historical!au, pirate!au. oneshot, 8.6k. nc-17.

‘My quartermaster tells me you’re worth your keep. That I shouldn’t throw you off my ship.’

It’s a question; he’s waiting for Jeonghan to prove his loyalty. He expects him to beg.

‘I’ve been cleaning your deck in the hot sun for almost a week, Captain. What more would you have me do?’

"sunflower, vol. 6". office!au. oneshot, 9k. pg-13.

Yoon Jeonghan is good at a lot of things. Being oblivious is at the top of that list.

"sour candy". office!au. oneshot, 11k. pg-13.

New hire Seungcheol is a nice guy. The nicest guy in the world, some would say. Somehow, Jeonghan is the only person Seungcheol is capable of hating.

MINWON

"angel baby". au. oneshot, 5k. nc-17.

On some days, Mingyu comes home to a different Wonwoo – softer, more pliant, often dressed in Mingyu’s clothes and nothing else other than a rosy flush and a mellow smile.

"wabi-sabi". omegaverse: beta!ww, alpha!mg. 17 chapters, 73k. nc-17.

Destiny has never favored Jeon Wonwoo, and he knows it never will.

He has come to accept his cruel fate, used to life's tribulations, but Kim Mingyu makes it harder for him to simply give up.

"s.o.s. d'un terrien en détresse". historical!au. 15 chapters, 129k. nc-17.

Wonwoo lives in a village that refuses to see him. One day, Mingyu opens his eyes.

VERKWAN

"down to earth". au: teacher!sk, police officer!vn. oneshot, 9k. nc-17.

No one at HQ has managed to find out just how Officer Chwe keeps such a cool head.

↳ "eyes can't shine". au: teacher!sk, police officer!vn. 3 chapters, 15k. r.

Hansol had known from the start that this arrangement was in no way sustainable. He was simply a weak, weak man.

"summer, the cicadas, and their songs". au. 4 chapters, 104k. nc-17. ♡

For as long as Seungkwan could remember, summer had always meant Hansol. Six months after they break up, they find each other again under a shared roof with their best friends – with the stars, the sun, and the cicadas to help guide them back together.

WONCHAN

"suffocate". college!au: professor!ww, student!dn. oneshot, 2k. nc-17.

Professor Jeon offers up the opportunity for extra credit.

Lee Chan takes it.

"get it (big)". college!au. oneshot, 16.5k. nc-17.

Chan chases after Wonwoo's monster dick and gets more than he bargained for.

OTHER

"twin flame". wonwoo/mingyu/seungkwan/dino. oneshot, 4.6k. nc-17.

Mingyu and Wonwoo didn't know what the night would bring when they invite Seungkwan and Chan over for dinner.