#undo button

[starfiresky]

[cinturon-cadena]

I'm using this and it is amazing!! No more shitty updates!!

Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)

Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker

You will need you have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!

The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.

[cathedralight]

i should not be at work reading irs tax forms line by line i should be at the club

[bedupolker]

Time to cook 🫓

Commissioned by oceanchairsky, thank you so much! Any artist's dream to get paid to draw their OCs

[the-jesting-magus]

A bird flew through my window today and turned my orb into jeans. What the fuck.

Is it a Jorb now?????? I can’t even take a photograph of it because it is my photograph device????? What is a wizard left to do…

[24hrsoda]

my entry for the superbat(every)week topsy turvy event… (traditional art with crayola crayons)

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[forecast0ctopus]

movie bones in the pocket sketchbook

[deadeyedfae]

The digital artist struggle...

Trying out some traditional art while I'm working on the new tablet / software config! Also got some animation software finally so keep an eye out for more of that!

[boiledkwamaegg]

hung out with some irl friends, they asked me to draw an oc, bada bing bada boom you know i can't miss an opportunity to brainrot

[dammjamboy]

BETTER CALL SAUL!

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Some ZoLu on paper because my drawing tablet broke 🙏 I'm also broke so expect more traditional art, lol

[oldermenfucker]

I feel like a victorian man seeing an ankle

[chickenscribbles]

in case anyone was wondering i would not reccomend picmix as a drawing program

[serpentface]

Moment from a heated late night conversation over whether you could grow corn on the moons.

[lsunstreakerl]

28 "curse of obedience" for lestappen thanks

this was kind of fun! couple different ways I could've taken it, but I liked this one :) 1.2k

Charles didn't mean to do it. The stupid book was all fucked up and ragged, pulled out of storage when Lorenzo had gone looking for something, and it had never made its way back in.

He and Arthur had laughed about it when they were younger, and then Charles had decided that it would look good in his room, and it's just...

Always been with him. He hadn't thought twice about putting it in his room when he'd bought his own place, and it's never been an issue.

Until now.

Lando is squinting down at the letters, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at the page he's randomly flipped open to.

"Mate, am I just really dyslexic or is this not in English?"

Charles rolls his eyes, stalking over and snatching it out of his hands.

"Obviously not. It is in Italian."

Come to think of it- he's not sure why his family has an old Italian book, but. Heirlooms are weird.

Lando gestures at him, spreading his arms.

"Okay? What's it say?"

Charles shrugs.

"I've never actually read it before."

Alex looks up from his phone, drawn back into the conversation.

"You've had that book your entire adult life and you've never read it? Really?"

Charles scratches at the back of his head, slightly embarrassed.

"I am not much of a reader."

He looks down into the book, squinting at the handwriting.

Something about obedience, behavior, and servants- Charles is somewhat confident this book could get him cancelled.

He reads further, confused about all the prior "emotional prerequisites".

Oh.

He must make a face, because Alex snickers.

"What, is it a sex book?"

Charles runs his hand through his hair again, sheepish.

"It's a, ah. It's a spell book."

The uproarious laughter is probably deserved.

------

Several hours later, and they're all wine drunk, eating their way through trainer-unapproved pizza. Lando rolls over, poking at Charles' thigh.

"Hey, that spell earlier, what was it?"

Charles rolls his eyes, reaching for another slice.

"It was-"

He hiccups.

"Mate, it was an obedience spell. Can you imagine if those worked?"

Lando breaks out into laughter again, and Alex chokes on his pizza slice.

"Charles, please- imagine if someone did that to someone like Max, it'd be so funny-"

Charles bites on his lip, giggles building up inside of him.

"It'd be so bad, no-"

Lando sits up, leaning backwards to snag the book.

"You should do it! Like a fun little 'he does whatever I ask him to' thing. And then next time you see him you should get all upset about why the spell isn't working."

Alex snorts, grinning over at Charles.

"Mate, you have to."

Charles rolls his eyes, wetting his throat with more wine as Lando passes him the book.

"Yes, yes, whatever. He's not even going to get it, it won't be funny at all."

------

Charles forgets about it. He goes back to his usual routines of working out, spends some time on the piano, gets bored in his Ferrari meetings- it doesn't even cross his mind.

Not until race weekend.

Max seeking him out isn't exactly abnormal. He likes to talk over car setups and track temps, can go for hours about weather and tire graining. Charles has a reputation as one of the few people willing to listen to it all.

He's never understood why more people don't listen to Max- he has good info, if you're patient.

Except Max is weird this time. He doesn't immediately launch into a conversation about the upcoming weekend, but instead simply settles near Charles, quiet and unobtrusive.

It's two words Charles doesn't normally use for Max.

He nudges him with his elbow.

"You okay?"

Max's eyes snap up to meet his- they seem more... blue than usual. Not that Charles spends much time staring at his eyes.

"Yes, I'm good, do you- do you need something? Can I get you anything?"

Charles blinks, taken aback. That's doubly weird. Max does not make a habit of making life easier for anyone.

"...I'm fine, thank you."

Max nods, eyes dropping back to the floor. He's jittery, foot tapping, fingers running across his hands and wrists.

He still won't leave his seat.

------

Max has been following Charles around as much as humanly possible when you drive for two different teams, and it's getting weird. He doesn't even have anything to talk about- he's been a complete pushover, going along with whatever Charles says, keeping quiet otherwise.

He reaches a breaking point when Max almost follows him to the presser, that Red Bull isn't in, dragging him into an abandoned hallway.

"What the hell is going on with you, Verstappen?"

Max's eyes go wide, still deep blue.

"I'll fix it, I'll- there's got to be something I can do for you?"

His fingers are digging into the sleeve of his jacket, and Charles notices his fingernails are bitten down to the quick.

"Max, what? Do for me? What are you even...?"

Max grips violently at his own wrist, eyes flashing for a moment, and Charles is startled by how wild he looks for a split second, like a caged animal- but then he relaxes again, positioning himself to appear smaller.

"Sorry, sorry, just- if you think of anything, let me know, yes?"

Charles furrows his eyebrows, uncomfortable for a reason he can't quite place.

"Uh, anything? Maybe let me by on turn one tomorrow, yes?"

It's a common joke in a paddock, so Charles has no idea why he gets the reaction he does.

Max- Charles doesn't have another word for it, the way his full body twitches, eyes bright and normal and seething, making a half aborted grab towards Charles, lip curling- but it's gone as soon as it had started, except Max looks mildly ill afterwards.

"Right. Of course."

He says it through gritted teeth, eyes back to being deep blue, and his fingers are digging into his own wrist.

He still doesn't leave until Charles does, following behind him until his press officer bodily drags him away.

------

Charles doesn't think about it again until lights out.

After Max smoothly lets him by in turn one, doesn't even attempt to battle for it, even when Charles was going for a late lunge anyways-

Afterwards, it's the only thing he can think about.

------

He doesn't hear what Max says in the post race interviews, doesn't want to look online and see all the speculation- he splits from his press officer as soon as possible, and manages to somehow get ahold of Max and drag him far away, into the private sections of the paddock.

He doesn't stop until they're in a meeting room, door locked behind him, before he spins around, staring at Max.

His heart is pounding in his chest.

"Sit."

Max drops into one of the chairs, eyes never leaving Charles'. There's a sick feeling settling in his gut- but maybe that was just Max being Max, maybe-

He needs to make him do something Max would never agree to do.

"Tell me I'm the best driver."

He sees it again, Max's fingers tightening around his wrist. There's faint purple splotches showing from underneath the edge of his suit sleeve.

Max wets his lips, opening his mouth.

"You are the best driver."

Charles-

It's not real. It can't be real, Max has somehow figured out their prank on him and decided to flip it around.

He stares wide eyed at Max.

"Are you under a spell?"

The corner of Max's eye twitches.

"Yes."

Charles takes a steady breath out. This is fine, he's just accidentally cursed his direct competitor to be- to be at his beck and call.

His thoughts screech to a halt.

He'd made Max give up turn one.

If he breaks this spell, Max is going to kill him.