#mike faist c.ai

[trinabreakingdown]

so desperate for mike faist in glasses that I might just make up a plot for days of rage to make a bot i just want academic mike with glasses who’s a radical 💔🥀

[matchpointfaist]

would u pls make innocent art and flirty reader into a c.ai bot….

guys i am not good at making bots but here you go!!!

innocent! art x flirty reader

ex bf! art

[222col]

YOU'RE SO 2000 AND LATE...

☆⋆｡°‧★ 222col artrick BOT! dump ♬⋆.˚

now playing... 2000 && late ♬.ᐟ

notes .ᐟ throwin' it back to 06/07 for a fun drop of artrick au's. enjoyyyy loveys <3

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( promiscuous — nelly furtado )

☆ all art cares about is weed, and patrick. he couldn't give a fuck about girls, especially ones that wanna see him more than once. until of course, miss popular comes along to buy some pot. now he's desperate to scream to the world he's the one tasting your lips, one problem— you won't let him.

PATRICK ZWEIG

⋆˚꩜｡ ( dance, dance — fall out boy )

☆ patrick's ready to put his plan into action, begging to let his band perform at the homecoming dance where he confesses— every single song is about you. that didn't seem to go down too well with your preppy jock boyfriend though, too bad patrick's too busy kissing you in front of him to give a shit.

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( smile — lily allen )

☆ the stereotypical male manipulator, the smiths in his earphones, playing up the crocodile tears when he's called on his bullshit. but when art takes it too far and sleeps with the girl next door, he's willing to try anything to get you back.

PATRICK ZWEIG

⋆˚꩜｡ ( starz in their eyes — just jack )

☆ finally graduated high school, patrick can focus on his music career. the band have their very first show, everything he ever could have dreamed of. except you're not in the crowd, and it's breaking his heart that you missed his first show.

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( sos — rihanna )

☆ art is the most popular boy on campus, the star athlete, the it boy. but he's harbouring a secret, a side of him that no one knows about him. an evil, deranged obsession. that obsession just so happens to be you. after months of stalking you, he's ready to see the fear in your eyes when you find out.

PATRICK ZWEIG

⋆˚꩜｡ ( the sweet escape — gwen stefani )

☆ no one saw it coming when the school's loser got a girlfriend. had his head stuck in video games since he got his first console. that didn't change when you agreed to be his girlfriend, but it was the reason he was losing you. patrick's willing to look past the cheating, just as long as you don't leave him.

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( girlfriend — avril lavigne )

☆ art's a straight a student, computer nerd. he loves his quiet life with his equally nerdy girlfriend, always staying out of drama. until you come and flip his world upside down. seeing you sat on his bed while he tutors you is enough to make him question if he wants a new girlfriend.

ART AND PATRICK

⋆˚꩜｡ ( heads will roll — yeah yeah yeahs )

☆ friday night is scream night. the boys watch horrors every night, but scream they rewatch every single friday. not this time, it's new years— they're going to their first party, both dressed as ghostface, and oh, who's that hot girl dressed as casey becker in the back yard?

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( stronger — kanye west )

☆ art's absolutely oblivious. too busy spending all his time at the skatepark, editing his skating videos, tryna go pro. has no fuckin' idea the girl he's always hanging out with has a thing for him. you're running out of patience.

PATRICK ZWEIG

⋆˚꩜｡ ( oops! i did it again — britney spears )

☆ patrick's too high half the time to realise he's never actually asked you out. in his mind, he's been flirting up a storm. to him, you knew all about the feelings he felt towards you. in reality, patrick's just always stoned and hasn't realised.

ART DONALDSON

⋆˚꩜｡ ( i bet you look good on the dancefloor — arctic monkeys )

☆ art's grown used to the attention, having a groupie hanging off his arm every night. swears its his favourite part of being in a band. he's watching the crowd, choosing his prey— when he sees you, the one girl in the crowd who's not singing his lyrics back to him.

ART AND PATRICK

⋆˚꩜｡ ( shut up and drive — rihanna )

☆ both boys had been racing since they first stole patrick's dads car, they'd become the best at their age. driving in underground races, earning more money than they knew what to do with. they always swore they'd never race each other, until your phone number was on the line.

© 222col. do not steal or repost my work without permission.

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[ellaynaonsaturn]

3/16/25 Bot release is finally here!!

(disclaimer: they’re all challengers bots)

COMPANION AU!

ATP: TENNIS COMPANION AU!

ART DONALDSON:

ART DONALDSON: SEASON OF THE WITCH

ART DONALDSON: PICTURE ME

ART DONALDSON: BIRDIE

ART DONALDSON: CHAMPAGNE COAST

ART DONALDSON: YOU CAN BE THE BOSS

TASHI DUNCAN:

TASHI DUNCAN: VAMPIRE HEART

TASHI DUNCAN: GOOD LUCK, BABE!

PATRICK ZWEIG:

PATRICK ZWEIG: HOWL

PATRICK ZWEIG: THE BIBLE BELT

PATRICK ZWEIG: BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

EXTRA (released after 3/16)

PATRICK ZWEIG: BEACHES

[jordiemeow]

CHALLENGERS ANNIVERSARY BOT RELEASE ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

04/05/25

happy terribly late challengersversary!! and thank u for 1k followers that's insane i adore u all. crazy to me how fun of a place this has become and i can’t believe it’s been an entire year since the movie came out omg. shoutout to tashi duncan for bringing us all together to fujo out like this. yeah x10!!

also dropped the android bots temporarily bc i know a few people got reqs for them for this release! they'll be out in the future but i wanna make a tashi one too so i can post them all at once :) as usual all bots are gender neutral unless specified otherwise.

enjoy! <3

ART TASHI PATRICK

ATP art x tashi x patrick x user

One coach is strenuous enough. Two gives you a headache. But three people barking orders at you for hours every day… it's enough to drive any sane person crazy. Especially when your coaches are known to get a little more... handsy, than what should really be appropriate.

ART AND PATRICK

THREE'S A CROWD art x patrick x user

Three's a crowd. or, at least, it should be. The three of you are thick as thieves—both your boyfriends, and each other's best friends. But you see the way they look at each other, the way they get a little too lost in each other when you're all tangled up in bed together. They aren't as discreet as they think they are. Your poor little repressed white boys.

UNOFFICIAL THIRD art x patrick x user

Moving into a rural town with no stable job probably wasn't the smartest decision you've ever made. But two of the local farmers are friendly enough to offer you a job helping around their farm. Two boyfriends, Art and Patrick, who seem just a little too keen to keep you around for a monogamous couple.

TRUTH OR DARE art x patrick x user

It's always Patrick, isn't it? None of you are surprised when he proposes a game of truth or dare the summer before college starts, sitting out in the sand in front of his parent's beach house. Aow bad could it possibly go? (Spoiler: very.)

ART DONALDSON

KIDS HAVING KIDS art donaldson x user (m4f)

Meeting Art in your freshman year of college was great. He had the potential to be a perfect boyfriend—you just never expected it all to happen so quickly. Fast forward to two years later and the pair of you are juggling an unplanned baby, your future careers, and enough homework to drown in. at least you have each other.

ALTAR BOY art donaldson x user

Art's a good Christian boy. Says his prayers before bed every night, serves as his father's altar boy when he's preaching, and wears his purity ring as if it's a physical part of him. Which is why he feels real guilty about all the thoughts his brain is conjuring up about the new kid in town. And against his better judgement, he finds himself seeking you out more and more.

IMPOTENT art donaldson x user

It's embarrassing. Thirty-two years old and he struggles to get it up. Patrick says it's normal for a man of his lifestyle, but he knows he's just saying that to make him feel better. And with you, his young new partner, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He can't just keep making excuses when you try to take it further; one man only needs to run to the bathroom so much. Maybe it's time to finally come clean.

MERYTON BALL art donaldson x user (m4f)

When your mother mentions a new young man moving into netherfield park, you don't think too much of it. An eligible bachelor that all the girls will be swarming to at the first event he shows his face at, no doubt. But the man in question, Art Donaldson, seems to take a shine to you, and you can't possible turn down such a sweet, bashful smile.

SLIP OF THE TONGUE art donaldson x user (m4f)

Well, this is very awkward. In the heat of the moment, with you perched atop him and your bodies slick with sweat, Art accidentally let the word mommy slip. He's never been so mortified in his life; it's never a term you've discussed using, and the surprise on your face was clear. Embarrassed, he takes to avoiding you after that—but you're his girlfriend. He can't ignore you forever.

JUST A TRIM art donaldson x user

Just a trim. That's what you said when you plucked the pair of hair scissors out of your bag and made your husband sit down at your kitchen table with a towel draped over his shoulders. But, as you run your fingers through his curls, you can't help but think how handsome he'd look with his hair cut a little shorter. How much more mature he'd look without those boyish ringlets.

TRINKETS art donaldson x user

Art normally keeps to himself—he's accidentally lured more than a few pure souls to their demise with his siren song over the course of his life. Now, he watches from afar, transfixed by the humans along the shore that come to swim or play in the rock pools. When you move into one of the houses by the shore, he thinks you're absolutely wonderful. He's too shy to talk to you, of course, but that doesn't stop him from leaving little gifts for you: trinkets he's discovered from sunken ships or on the ocean bed. And then one night the moonlight emboldens him enough to find you on the shore.

PATRICK ZWEIG

BOY DAD patrick zweig x user (m4f)

Your baby daddy is a real pain. The kind that doesn't even bat an eye when your son comes home saying swear words after the spending the weekend with him, and texts you to confirm details he should know about his five-year-old. At the end of the day, though, your kid loves him. Maybe you still love him, too.

DESK CLUMP patrick zweig x user

Once upon a time, Patrick Zweig was destined for greatness. Now, in his mid-twenties, he's found himself working a shitty desk job for a sales company he couldn't care less about. Amidst all the dullness and depression of the modern office, at least he has you to make him feel better about himself. That one weird co-worker who he shares a desk clump with and looks considerably more miserable than him. Plus, you're kinda cute.

GIRL DAD patrick zweig x user (m4f)

When you told your friends you were pregnant, they weren't sure whether to congratulate you or pat you on the back and tell you everything would work out. "Are you sure?" Your mother had asked, when you delivered the news. But despite everyone's doubts about the father, Patrick has proven himself; he's settled down, and after years of being alone, he has a family to come home to. Doesn't mean he isn't still the same idiot you fell in love with.

NUISANCE patrick zweig x user

One of your roommates is a total nuisance. Art is clean enough, but Patrick is a slob. Probably because he grew up with a maid to clean after his ass and Art to keep their room tidy enough for inspections at the Academy... he also has no sense of space and just never leaves you the fuck alone.

WEIRDO patrick zweig x user

Patrick isn't really sure what it is about you. Maybe it's the fact that you don't care about putting up an image to impress him. Maybe it's the way you look adorable with your glasses on and your nose in a book. Either way, he's just completely smitten with you. You're a weirdo... but you're his weirdo.

SINGLE MOTHER patrick zweig x user (m4f)

The moment you brought up having a toddler, Patrick should have booked it. He was sorely tempted, mind you—it's a lot of commitment getting involved with a woman that already has a kid. He's never been the settling down type in the first place. But he really likes you, and after being introduced to your son, he realises he likes him too. Ugh. What a predicament.

TASHI DUNCAN

WHO WOULDN'T BE? tashi duncan x user

Is it a little snaky of you? Yeah, probably. But Patrick just isn't good enough for her! you tell yourself you're doing her a favour. As her best friend, it's your job to steer her away from her asshole of a boyfriend, even if that involves telling a few white lies.

SOLAR POWER tashi duncan x user

Tashi doesn't really get much time to just relax. If she isn't playing tennis, she's at press conferences or sponsorship meetings. She's the most hard-working person you know, especially at her age. So you're a little surprised when she suggests a trip to the beach... but there's no way you're turning down seeing her all chilled out in a bikini.

TUTORIAL tashi duncan x user

When you start seeing Art, your lack of experience doesn't even cross your mind. He seems like an innocent enough guy to you, after all. But when your best friend keeps telling you stories patrick has passed out about all the people art has been with at the academy, maybe you get a little insecure. And maybe you've been whining about it to Tashi for the last few weeks. So, eventually, she caves—she can teach you a few things. It's not as if her boyfriend will mind. He'll just be mad he isn't there to watch.

SUNSHINE tashi duncan x user

After her injury, Tashi was miserable. The first few weeks of working with her, she was cold and snappy, the opposite of your warm smiles and encouraging words. Barely said a word to you unless it was to tell you she was fine or to fuck off. But she's taking it out on the wrong person. You're only trying to help, after all—it's your job. So eventually she warms up to you, and the hostile greetings eventually turn into smiles and coffee placed on your desk before you begin her sessions. She's still a little moody sometimes, though.

COVER GIRL tashi duncan x user

The name 'Tashi Duncan' is quickly becoming known by everyone in the modelling world. Dhe's been on the cover of Vogue, inspired a whole new Chanel collection. With her face on half the billboards in the country, she doesn't have the time to be answering calls and sending emails, so she takes on an assistant: you. The job pays well, and it's a good way into the industry, but... she's a lot more of a brat than you were expecting when you took the job.

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[iamaya03]

oh my LORDDDD someone stop me from making a line cook!art bot before i drive myself insaneeee 😖😖

[dinerdweller]

Please Please Me - Challengers bot release

Notes: My first ever bot release!! I hope these are not too bad (I think its obvious which ones I struggled with lmao) and pls send in requests for any bots, I'll make them for any of the characters I write for!! also this was meant to be for anniversary but im clearly late so oopsies

warning: not proofread as usual

• I Saw Her Standing There - Art Donaldson

₊˚⊹ ➾ Art is used to being dragged along to parties by Patrick, just to be left alone without even a drop f proper conversation. But he's not used to finding a way to really enjoy them.

• Misery - Patrick Zweig

₊˚⊹ ➾ Patrick was wallowing in his own self pity. Another serious relationship where he truly put everything into it had failed, or so he thought.

• Go To Him - Tashi Duncan & Patrick Zweig

₊˚⊹ ➾ Tashi always knew of your crush on Patrick, even though they were dating. So one night when you were all slightly tipsy on some cheap beer bought by Patrick, she can’t help but push you two closer together.

• Chains - Art Donaldson

₊˚⊹ ➾ For years Art thought that how Tashi was acting was out of love, and it was, but not for him. She was basking in his glory after her own career couldn't go on, and Art could finally see that when he met you.

• Boys - Art Donaldson

₊˚⊹ ➾ Sure Art had kissed girls before, but they never made his head spin like you do. And when he kisses you, it ignites every thrill throughout your body.

• Ask Me Why - Patrick Zweig

₊˚⊹ ➾ Cheap dates and meaningless hookups were what Patrick was used to, but not anymore. You reminded him what love was truly like, and he couldn't be more emotional about it.

• Please Please Me - Patrick Zweig

₊˚⊹ ➾ Tour is lonely for anyone, especially when the one person ou are committed to is far away. So when you surprise him with a visit, pleasure is the only thing on both of your minds.

• Love Me Do - Art Donaldson

₊˚⊹ ➾ Art couldn't be more obvious with his beg for you to love him, the only thing left was to actually ask you, which was terrifying. So when he finally builds himself up to do it, he won't turn back.

• P.S. I Love You - Art Donaldson

₊˚⊹ ➾ Even in these hard times during your marriage, it was the memories that bring you back. His letters were always special, so was he.

• Baby It’s You - Patrick Zweig

₊˚⊹ ➾ When Patrick cheated on you, it broke you world. You tried to stop loving him, but couldn't. apparently he felt the same

• Do You Want To Know A Secret? - Tashi Duncan

₊˚⊹ ➾ Years of friendship can bring secrets out of people, so when Tashi tipsily asks if you want to hear one of hers, it’s an obvious yes. Little did you know what that secret would entail.

• A Taste Of Honey - Art Donaldson

₊˚⊹ ➾ When art leaves for the tennis academy, he promises he’ll see you soon. Flash forward a few years, that comes true when you reunite at Stanford over a bottle of wine and unspoken desire.

• There’s A Place - Patrick Zweig

₊˚⊹ ➾ Every time Patrick returned to his home town, he never stayed with his parents. Why would he? It was always you, you were the very reason he even came home.

• Twist And Shout - ATP

₊˚⊹ ➾ A party is always fun, its a shame when two boys interrupt the true joy you were experiencing

[stanart4clearskin]

wish that you would just hold me or just say that you were mine

art donaldson is in love with you. he loves you more than anything but you don’t see him that way. he’s one of your closest friends. emphasis on friends. art is determined to get you to fall in love with him because he needs you as his. he does some heavy…. research! as he likes to call it, in order to find you the perfect jacket. because in his messed up brain if he buys you what you want, you have to fall in love with him. right?

stalker-ish!art donaldson bot

[bigchallenger]

Lover boy art Donaldson and lover girl reader bot?

✎ loverboy!stanford!art bot drop

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ yay bot #2! i made it gender neutral bc i'm. a boy...but here it is! keep sending reqs :3

the bot

how could art be expected to study when you were sitting in front of him, looking so perfect? maybe exams were coming up, and maybe he needed to actually use this time to study and get his shit together so he didn't flunk out of stanford, but...watching you dedicate so much focus to the words on the page was all he really needed to be satisfied. he was fine with flunking out if this was his reward.

[faiztheap]

♬.ᐟ now playing... (do the) act like you never met me - tv girl

casual relationship art! x reader

stanford students aren't exactly known for... commitment. whether it's in their classes or in their relationships, these students like to survey all their options. you're not one for dating, but one too many hookups with art have got you feeling things that are more than simply physical. art doesn't do casual, expression pulled when you mutter an excuse and leave the comfort of his bed. it goes radio silent for a few days, which stretch into weeks, and when you walk past him as if he doesn't exist, something in him rears its ugly green head.

bot link here!!

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a/n: okay yeah so lowkey school sucks rn so its easier to make bots... but don't fear, i'm still gonna write when i have time!! hope you guys like this one!!

[minnie-cai]

TIMECAST - Golden Age Of Piracy

To Plot A Storm

cartographer!patrick zweig x pirate!reader

c.ai bot | moodboard and introduction

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Smoke still clings to the deck like a sulking ghost, thick with salt and gunpowder. You step over a shattered beam, boots slick with the blood of men you didn’t bother to ask names for. Your coat flares behind you, wind catching the torn edge, and you drag it shut with one hand as your eyes settle on the mess of uniform and attitude they’ve dragged to the brig.

He’s not what you expected. Not a sailor. Not a soldier.

He’s slight, sharp-shouldered, glasses somehow still perched on his nose despite the scuffle. He’s got ink on his cuffs and an expression like he’s trying very hard not to breathe through his mouth. His jaw is clenched with the moral outrage of a man who just saw a library defiled.

“Captain,” Bones says dryly, nudging the prisoner forward with the butt of a pistol. “Says he’s a cartographer. Naval, but civilian. Won’t shut up about his qualifications.”

“I am a cartographer,” the man snaps, glaring sideways. “Royal Navy Contracted, Oxford-trained, and absolutely not a combatant.”

You crouch to his level. Tilt your head. He flinches when your coat brushes his knee.

“Tell me, Oxford, do you often chart your way into pirate fire?”

“I wasn’t trying to—”

“You were on a Navy ship.”

“I was documenting longitude discrepancies in the Meridian approaches.”

“Ah.” You grin. “So you were being annoying.”

His lips twitch—tight with frustration. “I was being accurate.”

You reach for the keys at your belt, consider, then toss them to Bones without looking. “Put him in the brig. If he talks too much, gag him with one of Mira’s socks.”

Bones grimaces. Patrick sputters. You walk off before either of them can say more.

The next time you see him, he’s sitting stiff-backed in the brig, surrounded by men who smell like sweat, salt, and a complete lack of respect for the Queen’s English.

He corrects Mira’s grammar within three minutes.

By the fourth, he’s being used as a hat stand.

You crouch again, just outside the bars. He glares at you through his spectacles.

“I believe this is a violation of the conventions on treatment of civilian captives.”

You pick at a nail. “I believe you’re too mouthy for a hostage.”

“I’m only mouthy because I’m surrounded by people who can’t distinguish between ‘less’ and ‘fewer.’”

You blink. Slowly.

Then: “I like you.”

His jaw drops.

You stand, smiling. “You’re not worth a ransom, but I think you might be worth keeping.”

You find him in the navigation room the next morning, hair mussed from sleep—or a lack of it—lips pursed around some complaint you don’t let him finish.

You slap the rolled parchment onto the table between you.

“What’s this?” he asks warily.

“A mystery,” you say. “And a job.”

He adjusts his spectacles. You watch his fingers, delicate and ink-stained, as he unrolls the map.

His eyes narrow. “This is nonsense.”

“That’s not how you say thank you, Captain, for not throwing me to the sharks.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “There’s no such island. Not here. Not anywhere. These coordinates are impossible.”

You lean in, close enough to smell the starch still clinging to his collar. “Then explain why every man I’ve ever known who’s gone looking for it never came back.”

He looks up at you, visibly weighing your madness. “Correlation does not imply causation.”

“I’m not asking for causation, Professor. I’m asking for a course.”

He hesitates.

“I help you,” he says slowly, “and you don’t let Mira hang me off the mast by my britches again?”

You grin. “Deal.”

It takes less than a day for the crew to nickname him Professor.

It takes less than two for him to correct every single one of them at least once.

Niko, trying to explain a compass reading, gets a full two-minute lecture about magnetic deviation and hemispheric bias. Mira starts calling him “Fancy Charts.” Bones pretends to take notes just to mess with him.

You don’t stop them.

You enjoy it.

You enjoy him.

Watching him stumble across the deck like a newborn deer, watching his horror at the hammocks, watching him try to hold dignity in a shirt Mira dyed pink by accident.

He corners you on the fourth day, lips pressed into a tight line.

“Your crew is impossible.”

You smirk. “Aye, but they’re loyal.”

“Loyalty doesn’t make them grammatically sound.”

You grin wider. “That so?”

“I counted seventeen misuses of ‘ain’t’ in a single conversation.”

“I counted one man still breathing because he’s useful.”

He pales slightly, but squares his shoulders. You like that, too.

You step closer. “Say ‘ain’t’ one more time, Professor.”

He glares. “I refuse.”

You lower your voice. “Coward.”

“I prefer precision.”

Your breath brushes his cheek.

He doesn’t step back.

A week in, a storm brews.

Patrick warns you.

You ignore him.

It hits like God’s own temper tantrum, and the crew—bastards that they are—shove the two of you into the charting room and bar the door.

“Don’t come out,” Mira yells through the wood. “Not ‘til one of you admits something or murders the other.”

You pace.

He fidgets.

Rain drums the deck above. Lightning flashes against the parchment on the walls. You can hear Bones laughing outside like it’s a tavern brawl.

“I told you this would happen,” Patrick says.

“Yes, and I ignored you.”

“Well that’s encouraging.”

“I didn’t say it was a good decision.”

He scowls at the maps. “You could at least admit when you’re wrong.”

You cross your arms. “That would break the natural order of things.”

“You are infuriating.”

“You’re obsessed with commas.”

“They matter!”

“You don’t.”

It slips out sharper than intended. He flinches. You regret it instantly.

The silence that follows is heavy—heavier than the storm.

“I know I don’t,” he says finally, quietly. “Not out here.”

You stare at him.

He’s not looking at you. Just at the floor. At his own boots. Like they’ve betrayed him too.

You step forward. Touch his arm. He doesn’t pull away.

“You do,” you say. “You matter.”

He blinks. “Why?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Because you make good maps.”

His lips twitch. “That’s not very romantic.”

“I’m not very romantic.”

“You flirt by threatening to stab people.”

“And yet here you are.”

When the storm breaks, he’s still in your room.

He stays.

You don’t ask why.

You don’t have to.

Later, you catch him correcting Niko again—with patience. Mira nearly faints from shock.

Bones starts calling him our cartographer.

You don’t correct that, either.

You watch as Patrick begins to stand without swaying. As he stops flinching when Mira tosses him food. As he argues back with Bones. As he sharpens Niko’s compass without being asked.

You watch him become crew.

He still yells about grammar. But now, they laugh with him.

You think it’ll be the island that kills you.

It’s real.

Against all odds, it’s real.

Looming in the fog, full of cliffs and secrets and the kind of beauty that always spells disaster.

You send the rowboats out anyway.

You and Patrick walk the shore alone, maps in hand, pistols hidden beneath your coats.

You find ruins—ancient and strange and not on any chart.

He stares at them like a man seeing god.

You stare at him.

And when he says your name—not Captain, not you, but your actual name—you kiss him.

Hard.

Messy.

Desperate.

He kisses back like he’s trying to catalogue it.

You tangle fingers in his hair and forget how to be cruel.

You return to the ship in silence. The taste of him still lingers. But neither of you says what it means.

Days pass. You’re supposed to be focused. Charting, sailing.

Instead, you’re watching him.

He’s leaning over the map table, candlelight catching in his hair, the salt-wind curling his shirt at the edges. You were supposed to be talking about currents. Instead, you’re watching the way his throat moves when he swallows.

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You move behind him slowly. No warning. No sound. Just presence.

He stiffens when he feels your breath on the nape of his neck—but doesn’t step away.

Your fingers brush the curve of his waist.

He exhales. Not startled. Something worse. Something deeper.

“I know what you’re doing,” he says, voice low and taut like a line pulled too tight.

“Do you?”

“You think if you get close enough, I’ll fall apart.”

You lean in—until your chest brushes his back, your hands splayed flat on the table on either side of his hips. He’s trapped, but not resisting.

“I don’t want you to fall apart,” you murmur. “I want you to come undone.”

He makes a sound—half breath, half break.

You don’t touch him yet. Not properly. Just the heat of your body behind him. The whisper of knuckles grazing fabric. His spine arches ever so slightly—like a compass needle tipping toward something it shouldn’t want.

You place a single hand on the small of his back. Lightly. Like blessing or blasphemy—you’re not sure which.

He shudders.

Your mouth finds the space just beneath his ear. “Still think I’m doing this to win?”

“I think,” he says, strained, “that you don’t know how not to.”

You drag your fingers along his side, slow and reverent. As if his skin is ink you’ll smudge if you go too fast.

His head drops forward. He breathes like he’s drowning and doesn’t want saving.

“I hate how you touch me,” he whispers.

“No you don’t.”

“No,” he agrees hoarsely. “No. I don’t.”

You turn him, finally—his breath shallow, pupils blown, every inch of him begging for more and too proud to say it. You kiss him like it’s a storm you’ll never survive. Like the only way to map the contours of his body is by tracing every inch with your palms, your mouth, your teeth.

He kisses you back like he’s memorizing coordinates he’ll never write down. Like he’ll never get another chance.

Your hands are in his shirt, his fingers twisted in your coat. There’s no gentleness left—just gravity. Just need.

When he gasps, you catch it with your tongue.

When he claws at your belt, you let him.

When he says your name like it’s both a curse and a confession—you swallow it whole.

His breath is shallow as you pin him between your body and the edge of the map table. The charts beneath his hands crinkle—carefully drawn lines smudged beneath shaking fingers.

“Say it,” you whisper.

He swallows, hard. “Say what?”

“That you want this.”

His eyes close, lashes trembling. “I’ve wanted this since you first threatened to throw me overboard.”

You smile. “Romantic.”

His reply is a gasp—your hand sliding beneath the waistband of his trousers, fingers skimming skin that’s too warm, too soft for someone so sharp. He shudders violently, breath hitching as you cup him through thin cotton, his body betraying him completely.

“You’re already this hard for me?” you murmur against his throat. “Pathetic.”

“You’re cruel,” he breathes, but he rocks into your palm like he wants more of it.

“You love it.”

You press your mouth to his collarbone, then lower—tongue tracing the bones of him like coastline. You unbutton his shirt slowly, lazily, like each layer is a secret you’re peeling away. He watches you with glassy eyes, skin flushed, trembling under your touch.

You bite at his ribs. Kiss his stomach. He twitches violently when your mouth brushes just above the line of his cock, still trapped in those proper naval trousers.

And then he begs.

“Please,” he whispers, voice raw and ragged.

You undo his trousers and push them down slowly. His cock springs free, flushed and leaking, and he groans like it hurts.

You wrap your hand around him and his hips buck helplessly. He grabs the edge of the table, knuckles white, charts slipping under his grip.

“You’re going to come just from this?” you whisper, amused.

“I’m going to come,” he chokes out, “from you.”

You lick a stripe along the underside of him, slow and indulgent, and he nearly folds in half. Your tongue circles the head, and when you take him into your mouth, his breath leaves him entirely. He makes a sound—utterly unguarded. Desperate.

You set the pace—slow, deliberate. Letting him feel every flick, every press, every inch of heat and pressure. His thighs are trembling. He reaches for your shoulder, unsure if he’s asking you to stop or stay.

You pull back, spit and pre-come glistening on your lips.

“You’re not coming yet,” you say.

“Why not—?”

You silence him with a kiss, dragging him toward the cot. You push him down and straddle him, skirts bunched around your hips. He stares up at you like you’re the sun—too bright, too close, too much.

You guide him inside you slowly, watching his eyes roll back, his hands flying to your hips like instinct.

You’re tight. Warm. Wet. And the way he fills you—perfectly, painfully—makes your breath catch. You sit fully down on him, grinding once, deep and slow. His hands tremble against your waist.

“I want you to watch me,” you tell him, rolling your hips again. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

He watches.

He watches like you’re myth. Like you’re map and monster all at once.

You ride him slow and hard, using him for every inch of tension he’s ever made you carry. Every argument. Every correction. Every moment you wanted him and hated that you did.

He’s saying your name now. Over and over.

“Please—Captain—please—”

You grab his wrists, pin them above his head. Lean down until your breasts brush his chest, your lips an inch from his.

“Do you want to come inside me, Patrick?”

He groans like the question hurts. “Yes—God, yes—”

You fuck him harder.

Until the table rattles. Until the candle flickers. Until the whole ship might as well be listening.

And when he comes, it’s with your name in his mouth and your body wrapped around him like a storm.

You follow seconds later, clenching around him, your voice in his ear like thunder.

You collapse beside him, both of you breathless and ruined.

And still—still—he has the audacity to whisper, “You misplaced a modifier back there.”

You bite his shoulder. He yelps.

You’re both smiling.

You lie tangled together in the humid dark, legs draped over maps neither of you are going to be able to use without remembering how your sweat soaked through the parchment.

He’s quiet.

Which is new. And suspicious.

You brush a curl from his forehead. His skin is damp, his breath finally slowing.

Then he says, “If we’re being honest…”

“Mmm?”

“That was… grammatically chaotic.”

You grin. “You want to revise my syntax, Professor?”

He hums. “I’d start with the way you incorrectly placed your—ah—emphasis.”

“Tell me where I misplaced it and I’ll pin you down again.”

He opens his mouth.

You straddle him before he can answer, press your hand to his chest, feel his heart lurch like a ship pulling from shore.

“Go on,” you say. “Be precise.”

“I was going to say—” His voice cracks as you roll your hips gently. “Gods, Captain…”

“I like it when you call me that,” you murmur. “Say it again and I’ll misplace something else.”

He groans.

You kiss his jaw.

And suddenly the teasing stills—just for a moment. You press your forehead to his. Let the silence stretch.

When you speak again, it’s quieter.

“You okay?”

He nods, mouth soft. “You?”

You nod back.

And neither of you say the word feelings, but it hangs between you anyway—unsaid, but not unacknowledged.

You lean in again, press your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“You’re mine now, compass.”

He looks dazed. “That a declaration?”

“That’s a threat.”

His smile curves slow and deep. “Then threaten me again tomorrow.”

[trinabreakingdown]

𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤 no.4

no.4

𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 with dodge mason

‘he can’t get anything done if you’re planning to cling to his shirt the whole damn night.’

9 bots done so far!! ughhh running out of idea icl got another dodge bot in the making little enemies to lovers vibe but aside from that I’ve gone brain dead. also I updated my theme sort of !! there’s buttons everywhere now <3

[222col]

BOT DUMP by @ 222col °❀⋆

norman fucking rockwell! - lana del rey ᯓ★

꒰ notes ꒱ ft challengers & obx characters 𖤓 thank u to those have been patient with me during my break, lotta love for u all <3 any feedback is welcomed!!!

JJ MAYBANK

𖤓 ( norman fucking rockwell )

𓇼 you and jj were best friends. always had been. but lines had been crossed, and suddenly he was barely paying you any mind outside his bedroom. fed up of his childish behaviour, you call him on his bullshit at the boneyard.

RAFE CAMERON

𖤓 ( mariners apartment complex )

𓇼 rafe's sweet girl. never could you believe that he was your rafe that shot peterkin, you'd stuck by him through it all. only when he fucks up and confesses in front of you do you realise who he is.

ART DONALDSON

𖤓 ( venice bitch )

𓇼 art's enjoying college life, biggest name on campus thanks to his famous pop star girlfriend. living it up at frat parties, and only occasionally riling up his very possessive girlfriend. when you come back from tour to surprise him,and find him between two girls, it was never going to end well.

TASHI DUNCAN

𖤓 ( fuck it i love you )

𓇼 four years since you'd seen the girl you once loved. tashi had promised to keep in touch, stay friends, but you hadn't heard from her since the breakup. out celebrating another tournament win, and she sees the one she loves.

TASHI DUNCAN

𖤓 ( doin' time )

𓇼 you loved her so bad, and she treated you like shit. tashi never let you put a label on it, despite how often she called you her girlfriend, she'd never make it official. time to give her a taste of her own medicine.

RAFE CAMERON

𖤓 ( love song )

𓇼 rafe has always cared more about his image than anything else, and that carried through to his relationship. in reality, he could barely care about you. just the looks that he got when he was with you. prettiest girl on the island, and you were all his.

PATRICK ZWEIG

𖤓 ( cinnamon girl )

𓇼 you were retiring, from your life as a famous band-aid. too many broken promises from musicians, too many boys wasting your time thinking you were just some groupie. one final show, and that's when you spot him. up-and-coming lead guitarist, patrick zweig. retirement was never going to last long. ( almost famous (2000) au )

JJ MAYBANK

𖤓 ( how to disappear )

𓇼 jj could never admit you weren't his anymore, ask anyone and he'd say you were still his girl. whether you had a new boyfriend or not, his answer remained the same. despite the new boy on your arm, you can't help but run back to him.

PATRICK ZWEIG

𖤓 ( california )

𓇼 patrick was finally back in town for off season, months after the breakup. that didn't stop him from spending the whole time with you though. time moves too quickly, and suddenly he's by the door ready to leave you again.

JJ MAYBANK

𖤓 ( the next best american record )

𓇼 pogues were starting to get noticed, touring around the us on their first headline tour. but you and jj were still focused on writing the perfect song. everyone could see it was more than that, the two of you spent every minute together, saying it was all for the song. until jj realises, it's not about the song at all.

PATRICK ZWEIG

𖤓 ( the greatest )

𓇼 things were perfect, then patrick goes off to the junior us open and you never hear from him again. it took art and tashi doing the same to him to realise, you were the greatest loss of them all. when he sees your name on the list of coaches at the tennis club he's playing a challenger at, he realises he can't let you slip away again.

JJ MAYBANK

𖤓 ( bartender )

𓇼 the only thing that got jj through his shifts at the country club, was his favourite little kook sitting pretty waiting for the drinks he made. he's playing the long game, desperate to be the one who taints your prissy lifestyle. so when he hears you've been blown off from a kook party, he's waiting to swoop in.

RAFE CAMERON

𖤓 ( happiness is a butterfly )

𓇼 you'd heard the rumours about rafe, about what he did to peterkin and god knows how many others, even before the two of you started sleeping together. you never knew the truth, but seeing your situationship covered in blood when he picks you up answers every question you had.

ART DONALDSON

𖤓 ( ​hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it )

𓇼 art had never had his faith tested, never in the way you were testing him. two weeks staying at his house, in your silk nightgown that he couldn't get out of his mind no matter how hard he tried. when you come knocking on his door when you can't sleep, even god couldn't stop him saying come in.

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[ellaynaonsaturn]

CHALLENGEVERSARY RELEASE 4/26/25 ── .✦

ART DONALDSON

— simple life

— haunt my heart

— city boy

— come back to me

— companion

— rhiannon

— change

— smarty

— church bells

PATRICK ZWEIG

— heavy metal lover

— warm bodies

— trash magic

— forever

— ink painted skin

— why not both?

— american wedding

TASHI DUNCAN

— surfs up!

— serenity

— salem

— mockingjay

— professor duncan

ART AND PATRICK

— juno

ATP

— eaters

[castiwls]

challengers bot dump.ᐟ

art donaldson .ᐟ ౨ৎ baby daddy ౨ৎ daddy issues ౨ৎ family flights

tashi duncan .ᐟ ౨ৎ boyfriend ౨ৎ puppy

patrick zewig .ᐟ ౨ৎ coach ౨ৎ co-parenting

[iamaya03]

could we maybe pretty please get a ballet dancer art Donaldson from your mood board about a month ago ? mike faist prancing around hasn’t left my brain since that mood board was posted.

maybe something like auditions are coming up for the next season and art and user are preparing even though it’s like a guarantee he’ll get a lead and user will get a supporting role that they’re happy with 💕💕

𝐁𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 。𖦹°‧

𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐜.𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. art donaldson. 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨. the spring show that your company is producing is right around the corner! auditions for casting is approaching and art is guaranteed the lead male role as always, but people are wondering if you'll be casted as his leading lady for the second show in a row. you're content with having a smaller part in this one but art is insisting that you audition for a chance of dancing with him once again. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝?. yessss obviiii 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. AHHH THIS IS MY FIRST BOT IN WHAT FEELS LIKE AGES...i feel a little rusty. i LOVE LOVE LOVE ballet!challengers AU and hope i get requests for patrick and tashi in this AU as well!!! 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ballerina!user who's a cutie pie.

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍 🩰。𖦹°‧ "auditions"