a lot of people have been asking this one ↑ when i made this poll i meant every single blog on your account that isnt your main so including literally everything except the blog you like/follow from
Due to recent events I was thinking about how I rate the one-time WDCs of the last thirty or so years (no further than 90s or so because 1) I don't know them that well, 2) anyone who was driving an f1 car before that was absolutely insane just for doing it in the first place)
Raikkönen / Rosberg - one was insanely talented, the other simply insane, absolutely deserved 10/10, almost insulting to include them in this list
Mansell - frankly I do not know enough about the guy but he was consistently there in the 80s and had to deal with one of the most insane grids ever so I'll give him that
Button - highly forgettable but he had a few great drives in his career, otherwise no point to pretend this is not a place won by personality, sorry not sorry I am charmed by this golden retriever
Villeneuve - ok LISTEN the guy is unbearable and didn't deliver much in terms of driving but at least he fought for it! at least he got crashed out by Schumacher! that's something!
Damon Hill / Norris - violently mediocre and doesn't even have the personality points to make up for it
at least ron dennis had to deal with spygate and being blackmailed by one of his drivers. andrea stella and zak brown what’s your excuse for fumbling a championship this badly
No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”
Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”
Homebrew dnd world, dragons and gods and everything trapped in between.
“They don’t care about you. You know that, right?”
“I know.” The figure was barely a whisper at the window. Their outline was shaky, disappearing then reappearing constantly, like it couldn’t decide whether it existed at all.
“Then why are you still here?” A shadow moved through the room. The last acolyte of the fading god was almost as incorporeal as her master. “I’ve heard the news.”
It would have been easy to miss them for anyone who wasn’t tied to any of the old gods, but all the acolytes knew about it. Gods disappearing, sometimes without a word, sometimes leaving one last message for their faithful. All the messages were the same.
The gods of this world couldn’t protect their people from the dangers of the extradimensional, not like the dragons did. And now, that the dangers they used to keep at bay weren’t a problem anymore, crushed under gleaming claws and melted in fire breaths their people didn’t want or need them. They turned to the dragon gods, extradimensional beings whose divinity was widely debated but their results were undeniable.
The acolyte thought it was foolish. Dragons protected, yes, but they weren’t the ones nurturing this world from its infancy.
And still.
She was expecting her god to follow all the others for years now, to go wherever they left. Some said they faded for good as their believers died out, some said they left the ungrateful world behind and went back to where they came from.
And still, the god of night remained.
“They might not care, I do,” they said now.
“What are you going to do?”
She knew she didn’t need to add the subtext. What can you do? Gods only had so much power over the mortal world without the belief of their followers.
“Come and look.”
She went to the window. The city stretched before them, one of the last places of the world without a dragon to protect it. It was going to change soon, she knew.
“What am I looking at?”
“Look.”
She sighed but obeyed. There was nothing out of the ordinary, even the form of the dragon on the horizon that was… flying towards them.
“Is it time?” she asked quietly, watching the wings closing in.
“Not quite.”
She looked at the god. Were they… smiling?
“Stay here,” they said, their voice folding and rising, filling the air around them. “Guard this place until the day comes for our return. Malajhanerith’s wings will keep you and me both.”
Darkness flowed around her. She breathed it in, it was cold and fresh, like the air after snow. The dragon above started to descend, its pale emerald-silver wings covered the sky.
The darkness didn’t fade. It extended, covering the tower, the city, the land. It flowed into the eyes of those who looked up at the sky, stole into every crack in the walls.
The dragon landed on the mountain the tower was standing on and the last acolyte of the darkness smiled.
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