#mad93

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A friendly post-quali visit 😇

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“I've tried to remain patient with your ruinous behavior, but I just can't let you go on.

I'm legitimately tired of seeing you wreak your future and pretending that you don't care at all. ” -Judas

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Judas wants to kill himself every time he has to walk out in that Mercedes suit btw

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My cat fucking died during Canada GP so i forgot to post about the race

Lydon and Judas both DNF'd, peace out ☠️

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The hardest part about F1 OCs is designing their helmets ☠️

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“Why do you hide? Show me you're human,

Cause it's been a while since I've seen you prove it."

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Circuit of the Americas, the Austin GP. The second home race for Lydon and Judas. A weekend that buzzed with energy. Special liveries, race suits, the air was electric around them. Cowboy hats dotted the paddock and joy leaked from every PR video.

Though, that joy only existed through cameras.

The sprint race, if it can be called a race for them, only dragged them down. Three DNFs, all from Lydon trying to pull a move around his teammate. Both McLarens were gone, and Judas only made it meters further than the pair.

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Green gloves crumpled down the wall, useless against gravity as they hit the ground. Judas stood in silence as he stared at his discarded gloves, one tense exhale leaving his chest.

That lamb. The lamb that followed him everywhere. The one that smudged his reputation, that reveled in destroying his peace and the undoing of his races.

That vile creature had struck again.

Another slow inhale, and Judas slowly brushed off his race suit. His plucked his gloves off the tile flooring. Each thumb of the glove was pressed into the center before placing them together and into the corner of a shelf.

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L. Lambert - 1:21 pm

Mate, where are you?

Didn't know that was your car

L. Lambert - 1:26 pm

I saw a replay

I lokk dumb as hell

*look

See u later?

Judas stared at his phone on the table, the texts that lit up the screen.

Let me go.

Get me out.

Why does he keep trying? Only an imbecile would keep this up. There was no love. Not in anything he did. He bit. He insulted. He tore the wool off piece by piece, he left Lydon exposed and vulnerable through every word he wrote in his journals.

Every conversation was unlined with despair and hatred.

Sent - 1:35 pm

Focus on yourself, Lamb.

I will not engage with any pitiful apologies you have to offer.

But he was fascinated. And he couldn't ever let it go.

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It's time for another sketch dump 🙂‍↕️

The diabolycule still lives on my mind 🙂‍↕️

It's canon to me that little horns appear over Monty when he starts scheming ☠️

Fuji - @sunsayrain308

Holló - @l0vagrend

Monty - @piston-cup

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