#part 3

✨ Part 1

✨ Part 2

✨ Part 3

So, now, it was lando's birthday. and adam norris used this to wish him HBD

Carlos confirming he did have BBQ

they were together during drivers parade as per ush. and then this happened.

people were ~dramatic~ about it. they said they were fighting and lando was upset, using this as evidence 🙄

even though they only responded like this

and we found out that they even planned another golf trip

so anyway, we thought, oh they're gonna have another golf date and we're not gonna see it bc they were in reconciliation or whatever. BUT BUT BUT. new photos keep popping up. and we were just playing detective, trying to find out the timeline of it all. bc WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY WERE STILL AT THE HOUSE. It's impossible right?? like literally this was their work week. their teams provided accommodation. right. riiight.

anyway, carlos posted this as he left brazil

and they took this group photo. and he wore the same shirt. i wrote my conclusion but idk if i was right.

The collective conclusion from everyone is that they did stay together at that villa for THE WHOLE WEEK, during the race week.

they also had another golf date the next week in Qatar, if you want to know.

and then. there's the 2022 Carlando Brazilian Villa Lore also.

DUN DUN DUN

and thus. it became the carlando thing. at least for those 2 years.

#art #wood #woodart #brumtothemoon

#🐻🚀🌕

[Part 1]

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The Plot (Cont.)

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You try standing up off the hospital floor, but your body feels too weak and foreign for you to balance properly and you claw into a curtain divider to catch yourself when you fall again (Helvetica looks like a wingless demon skeleton with four arms and two digitigrade legs). You have a little control of your new tail and use it to press the call button for nurse assistance.

You consider the possibility that this is a dream, but you can’t force yourself to wake up out of it and you can’t change anything by willing it to happen (you try dreaming yourself having wings or becoming human again, but nothing happens).

That’s when you meet the first suitor who looks like “Horrortale Papyrus” from the dating sim, except he’s dressed in cute nurse scrubs and has a Registered Nurse ID badge with his photo and the name “Florence” beneath it.

He gently detangles you and sits you down safely on the hospital bed, reassuring you that it happens to the best of skeletons (at some point I wanted relaxed chats about common problems with having exposed bones and joints, i.e. skeleton problems, as well as any benefits).

Florence introduces himself as your nurse and calmly informs you that you had been unconscious since you were found some days ago, alone and severely depleted of magic. When he asks if you can remember anything, you leave out being a human with human memories for fear of being taken away and corrected by medical professionals who might think you were a mentally unwell monster with delusions.

He does his assessments; noting your poor balance, minimal tail control, and lack of individual dexterity with all four arms during simultaneous use. Lastly, he forms you that he needs to check your Soul and magic circulation.

You remember the game using a “Check Soul” action to see information about a character’s name, health, and strength level if they wanted to share it.

Out of curiosity, you ask if magic circulation is similar to human blood circulation and Florence explains that it’s more like all human bodily systems put together, because monsters are made entirely of Magic Dust formed by a Soul that circulates its magic.

Monster Souls circulate magic through the body to form and control it, while also processing whatever it needs to fuel and maintain it. It also allows monsters to direct and release magic from different parts of their body; like strengthening a punch or kick, shooting a magic projectile, or joining two Souls to form a new one for an offspring during mating.

When you absentmindedly compare monster biology with what you know about humans, Florence praises you for your knowledge saying most monsters still don’t know anything about humans let alone their biology, he only knows about it because of the textbooks he had salvaged from the landfills in hopes of helping human patients as well (before he found out sickly humans tend to think the skeleton by their bed is actually “Death” coming to collect their Souls). Not wanting to talk about being human, you quickly say you must have read about it somewhere and the memory just returned to you.

Florence notes poor circulation of magic to your limbs and tail, but is optimistic about your recovery as your Soul had been steadily improving every day along with your magic circulation.

You stay a bit longer to be monitored and the doctor diagnoses you with amnesia. You get used to controlling your body in physical therapy (controlling all four arms independently is still difficult), and you’re eventually discharged under Florence’s care once your body and Soul have stabilized.

Florence tells you that you’ve been invited to live with his family as a friend of his cousin“Cecil” (the name on a card with a vase of flowers you saw by your hospital bed), who couldn’t visit due to being busy making you a whole personalized wardrobe so you wouldn’t have to worry about clothes. Florence hands you a present bag from Cecil containing a flashy and spiky crop top with tiny shorts, and he offers you his large jacket if you feel too exposed.

He’s given the day off to help you settle into your new home (there’s plenty of nurses to cover him), and he’s grateful but still insists to be on call if they need him. He leads you out of the hospital and you notice many monsters turn their heads as you and both pass by, Florence smiles and waves politely at a couple of monsters who call out to him making them squeal excitedly.

Unlike in the game where his scars and jagged teeth are considered too scary/ugly by locals who avoid him in fear, Florence keeps getting stopped by admirers and people who want to give him free stuff, all which he graciously declines.

Judging by how other heavily scarred monsters seem to be getting similar attention, you guess that they find it an attractive look. You tease him for being so popular and he admits that it’s a little annoying, but it has its perks.

Florence easily hails one of the busy monster-pulled taxi carts, which you’re pretty sure was due to his “pretty privilege”.

You ask him why monsters don’t use cars, and he tells you about the state of the world being so polluted that all living creatures suffered a mass extinction event. Cars are currently considered controversial as they have been connected to the pollution according to the remaining humans and information salvaged from libraries and translated media recording the decline of the surface world.

The remaining humans are from generations of stragglers who survived by rationing whatever clean food and water they could find and protect. They passed down warnings of too many people creating waste that wouldn’t degrade, and burning fuel that poisoned the air. The local humans became concerned about starting that up again.

Florence then proudly mentions that one of his nephews named “Snas” (no, it’s not a typo), who you might meet soon, is actually working with a colleague on using magic for clean fuel and enchanting the vehicle to be biodegradable when it wears out beyond use. He then asks you not to speak of it to anyone else as they’re not ready to go public with that information, and admits that he just couldn’t help praising how clever his nephew is.

You get a chance to see the clean and busy monster city and notice how few humans there are, then you see the ruins of office buildings past the outskirts of farmland being demolished by bigger monsters in construction attire.

Finally, you arrive at the mansion where the game takes place (Queen Anne style, because I adore the doll house look).

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Lando actually does golf, which Steve finds charming and amusing in almost equal measure. The privacy requirements mean he's the caddy, and Lando shoots him a couple sheepish glances as they head out to the course.

The days pass in a blur, more meetings, more training, more audiences being granted. It's the peak of the season for the Castle, jousts and competitions just around the corner, the harvest season was coming to a close, and invitations for the autumn balls and galas from other kingdoms were beginning to arrive. 

He was so busy that he hadn't really given much thought to Fig’s crazed idea about the demon realm. Hadn't even considered it or lent a single moment of his energy to it, not a single thought of it had crossed his mind, actually. 

So imagine his surprise when Ser Fig suddenly shows up, Your majesty!" He calls out, hands waving about some old, singed-looking scroll, "Your Majesty, I have the most wonderful news!” 

“Ser Fig, how can I help you?” I pause, waiting for the older man to reach my side before we begin walking again. I had meetings with the merchants of their neighboring kingdom, followed by a meeting with the kingdom’s eastern regimen of soldiers, and then I had another list of audiences to revise. 

If I were lucky, I could get lunch between the meetings. 

“The Demon King responded to my letter about an alliance! He wishes to invite you to meet to start drafting an agreement!" 

I stop dead in my tracks as Fig shoves the burnt scroll at me, the horned insignia of the Demon Realm shining wickedly from the front of it. “What?” 

“The alliance that we discussed at the council meeting! With the Demon Realm! The King is very excited to participate in such a thing!” Fig continues walking as he prattles on, not even noticing my lag in pace. “He’s about your age, you know, just coordinated to! Very eager to make new alliances and right the wrongs of history!” 

I… I was going to get lunch today, was I? 

“He… how?!” Gavin staggers as he enters the meeting room. The councilors, including Ser Fig, have already vacated. My schedule after being handed the scroll that afternoon was entirely ruined. No meeting with merchants, no meeting with soldiers, and no lunch. 

Though I did make time for the audiences. The people who came to those can't afford to have their time wasted or come back some other day. A brief recess was held during the long and arduous council meeting, ng where Fig’s idea was discussed in depth, during which I attended to the machines, and they had lunch. 

A fact that my stomach grumbles at in discontent. 

“Apparently, he knows a man who knows a she-devil, who knows a noble, who’s friends of the current Demon King.” I sigh, “You didn't bring snacks with you by chance?” 

“Snacks, Simon?!” Gavin’s mouth hangs open for a moment before snapping shut with a click, “Really? Right now? Snacks!?”

“I haven't eaten since last night’s wine…” I sigh, rubbing at the migraine forming behind my eyes. 

“You… why didn't you eat?” Gavin’s already at the door, bossing some servants around in demand of food before I have a chance to answer him. 

“Emergency morning meeting about the summer floods not receding in the western farmlands, so no breakfast, afternoon was booked solo before Fig’s decision, and then after that it got busier, so no lunch.” I sip from the stale glass of water on the desk before me. 

And with how things were going, I wasn't likely to get dinner either. 

“You need to eat…” Gavin brushes the back of his hand against my forehead. I lean into it more than I mean to. “You can't carry yourself like this.”

The tone of his voice is one that I know means he is speaking of my father. The great king, the wonderful man, and a decent parent, who drove himself into an early grave.

Too much work, too few meals, too little care for himself over the value he held our people to. 

Watching him work himself to death had inflicted similar habits upon me, something which Gavin was horribly against and actively worked to prevent. 

“I know.” I sigh softly, letting him remove the heavy crown from my head. The migraine is already fading without its pinching weight around my temples. “There was just too much to be done.” 

“And Fig isn't helping." Gavin cuts in, “He’s a traitor., I knew he was no good on the council when your father was in charge,e and I knew it would only bring trouble once you ascended!” He was ranting now, hands slipping from my hair as he paced the room behind my chair. 

“He’s not of evil intentions.” I sigh again. Convincing Gavin of this after the old man’s recent actions may be near impossible, but it was true. 

Ser Fig was old and perhaps a touch senile, but he was not evil. Everything he had ever done on the council was in the interest of the kingdom and its people, even when those things went against the royal family. 

I had always had some touch of respect for the man because of it. 

For some reason, one that I have yet to understand, he legitimately saw this as something the kingdom needed. 

“I just wish he could explain himself in a way that made sense. It would make it easier to wrap my head around this matter.” I rub at my eyes again, perking up only when food is brought in and quickly placed before me. “You haven't eaten either.” I motioned for Gavin to sit next to me.

“Are you considering this?”He asks after a moment of silence, where he simply remains where he is, standing behind me.