#wiz replies

[yamzanimatics]

I need tree and demon man doodles

*a soft crackling noise is heard as my petrified hand trembles and a finger curls in on itself* o n e w i s h h a s b e e n g r a n t e d . . .

[needforpix]

I am pretty surprise that my posts still get traction in this community, I just think of a silly post and do it. I barely interreact with people here

[wizmoment]

Wiz will only kill him if Sneckdraw specifically gives Wiz at LEAST 4 doubloons!!

i need to practice poses more, specifically fightin n take down n wrestling type poses bc i wanna be able to like, draw ppl fighting one day that doesn't look trash, so here's me attempting that using Wiz and NOT MILLS.

NOT MILLS Belongs 2 @/myhatisblue,its totally not Mills u guys...he would never get got by Wiz, he's too cool...

shoulda doodled more poses n fights but ougghuh lazy n soon busy

[greengoblinswifey]

Or Nah— Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— you meet nicholas at the club and he invites you back to his place where he fucks you on every surface. based on this request.

warnings— rough smut, grinding, voyeurism, fingering, choking, oral(m&f receiving), praise kink, lots of dirty talk, unprotected sex, ass slapping, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare.

word count— 4.8k

a/n— i really enjoyed writing this one🤭reblogs are appreciated <3

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The club was alive with energy as the bass of the music pulsed through your body, vibrating in your chest. You leaned against the bar, swirling your vodka martini in your hand, enjoying the tangy taste and the vibrant atmosphere. Your homegirls were off somewhere dancing, surrounded by guys, lost in their own world. But you? You were fine with being on your own, letting the music take over and just vibing.

Then, the intro to “Or Nah” started playing. You squealed, feeling the excitement rush through you. “This is my song!” you shouted, laughing, and within seconds, the entire crowd, including your friends, moved toward the dance floor. You took one last sip of your martini before strutting toward the crowd, hips swaying with the beat, your body flowing effortlessly to the rhythm of the song.

Your homegirls were hyping you up, shouting, “Yes, bitch!” as you danced, your hands running over your body, your skin glowing under the club lights. You felt unstoppable, confident in your own skin, the music making everything feel like it was just you, the beat, and the crowd.

Then, you felt it. A presence. A tall, muscular figure behind you. You didn’t need to look to know he was fine—his energy was undeniable. He leaned down toward your ear, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. “Can I dance with you, beautiful?”

A sly smile spreading across your face. “Of course,” you replied, your voice playful but full of confidence.

The mystery man placed his hands on your waist, his fingers warm against your skin, and you felt an immediate connection. His touch was firm but not aggressive, and as he pulled you closer, the two of you swayed in sync with the music. You could feel his body against yours, his chest broad and firm, his movements smooth as he mirrored your rhythm.

Your favorite part kicked in, “Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? (Or nah) You can ride my face until you're drippin' cum (Drippin' cum),” and you couldn’t help but get into it even more, your hips moving fluidly, grinding against him as he matched every shift. His hands slid from your waist to your hips, the contact sparking something between you that made your heart race.

“Damn, you’re fucking hot,” he whispered against your ear, his breath against your skin, sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t suppress the small, breathy laugh that escaped your lips, feeling the tension build between you both.

You turned in his arms to face him, locking eyes, and he smirked. “Hey, I’m Nicholas,” he said, his smile playful yet sincere.

You raised an eyebrow, recognizing him instantly, but you kept your cool. “I’m Y/N and I know who you are,” you replied with a confident smirk, giving him an unamused but impressed look that made him laugh.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, his voice filled with admiration, and for a second, you saw a hint of something in his eyes—desire, maybe?

“Thanks,” you replied, your tone teasing, “I know.” You leaned in closer, just enough for him to hear, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “You’re fine as hell.”

He chuckled, his cheeks slightly flushed, and for the first time, you saw him flustered. You pulled him closer, your bodies pressed against each other as you danced, the music setting the tone for the moment. As the next verse played, “You gon’ make me fall in love,” you could feel his hands sliding lower, his touch almost possessive, but still respectful, his fingertips skimming the curve of your waist and hips.

The music slowed a bit, snapping you both out of your trance. He gave you one last look, his lips curving into a smile. “Can I buy you a drink?”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a playful grin. “Only if you’re covering the tab for me and my girls.”

He laughed, nodding. “You got it.”

You moved with him toward the bar, his hand guiding you, and your homegirls flashing you a wink as you passed by. As he paid the tab, you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger on him. His muscles were even more defined up close, his shirt hugging his broad shoulders, and the gleam of his Rolex catching the light made you realize this man wasn’t just good-looking, he was cashy, too. You caught him staring at you, his eyes roaming over your dark skin, glowing in the club’s lights, and the black liner around your lips that contrasted beautifully with your glossy lipgloss.

Nicholas’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. “I don’t usually pick women up at clubs,” he said, a little hesitant, “but you’ve caught my eye from the moment you walked in. You’re gorgeous.”

You felt your heart race at his words, but you kept your composure. “Thanks,” you replied, your eyes narrowing playfully, “I know.”

There was a moment of silence as he watched you, his eyes dark with interest. Then, he cleared his throat. “Would you like to come back to my place with me?” he asked, his tone serious but laced with the kind of quiet confidence that sent your pulse skyrocketing.

You gave him a slow, seductive look, letting your eyes linger on his lips before meeting his gaze again. “Sure,” you said, your voice low, sending a little shiver of excitement through him. He coughed lightly, clearly trying to hide the effect you were having on him.

You turned to your friends, who were already squealing. “I’m gonna leave with his fine ass,” you said, and they erupted into laughter, shouting playful encouragements. “Go get that dick, girl! Have fun, but call us if nothin’ happens!” one of them called out.

Nicholas placed his hand on your waist as he led you through the crowd. People parted for him as you both made your way outside, and when you reached the curb, a sleek black car with a driver waiting was parked. Nicholas opened the door for you, and you slipped into the back, the cool leather seat against your skin.

The moment you were inside, the air between you thickened. You both sat there for a moment, staring at each other, the tension almost unbearable. Then, without warning, you were on him, your lips crashing together as you kissed him passionately, the heat between you building with every second. His hands moved to your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, his lips demanding as yours responded with equal hunger.

He moaned softly into your lips as you pulled yourself to straddle him, your mini skirt riding up as you sat on his bulge. There was nothing separating you but your g-string and his pants, you could feel how hard he was and how he twitched in excitement.

You could feel the warmth of his chest beneath you, the firm muscles beneath his shirt. His hands slid down your sides, resting on your waist before shifting lower, resting just on the curve of your hips.

The car was moving through the city, the sound of the engine humming beneath the occasional soft moan that slipped from your lips. But neither of you cared that the driver was up front, minding his own business. The only thing that mattered was the way your bodies were responding to one another.

Nicholas leaned back, eyes locked on you as you shifted, grinding ever so slightly against him. His voice was low, almost a whisper as he pulled you in again, kissing you hungrily. “You’re fucking unreal,” he muttered against your lips, his hands running up your back, sending chills down your spine.

You could feel his heartbeat racing beneath his chest, and the way his body tensed when your hands traced down to his abdomen, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles through the fabric.

Nicholas paused, his hands gently cupping your face as he took a breath, his forehead resting against yours. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice husky, unsure but wanting. The moment was everything, and you could feel how much he wanted you, but still, he you needed to be certain.

Without hesitation, you gave him a mischievous smile, “Yes,” you whispered back, leaning in to kiss him once more.

He groaned into the kiss, a sound that sent a ripple of excitement through you. Slowly, his hands slid down to your waist, tugging at the hem of your denim mini skirt, pushing it up just slightly.

He looked at you, waiting, his voice softer this time. “Can I touch you?”

You locked eyes with him, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you moved his hand to your waist. “Please do,” you murmured.

At your approval, he shifted your underwear and slowly rubbed your clit. “God, you’re so wet, how the fuck can someone be this wet?” he asked softly.

You chuckled, bucking your hips into his hand, “Guess I’m just really turned on by you and knowing someone else is aware of what you’re doing to me.”

In response, he slipped a finger inside you, curling it as another rubbed your clit. The pleasure hit you like a truck and you involuntarily let out a loud whimper.

But then, you heard a soft cough from the front seat—the driver had cleared his throat, perhaps more out of politeness than anything else. Nicholas chuckled lightly against your neck, his lips brushing your skin and rubbing your clit as you both laughed breathlessly at the situation.

“Just pay attention to me baby, feel how good my fingers make you feel,” he whispered.

You moaned in response, completely at his mercy as he finger fucked you while his driver drove you back to his place.

The car jolted slightly as it made a turn, the shift in motion causing a small sound to escape your lips. Nicholas' other hand moved around your neck, his touch deliberate as he slipped another finger inside your wet pussy, feeling the warmth inside you.

You were trying to keep your composure, but the way he touched you was like nothing else, and you could feel your body responding, your heart racing as his fingers moved faster.

He pulled back slightly, looking at you with a smirk on his lips. “You’re gonna cum already beautiful?” he whispered. “Are you that turned on I’m fingering you in the back of my car while my driver is in the front? Fuck, you’re everything I could ever want.”

You grinned back at him and nodded, feeling that sense of power, knowing how much he wanted you. He leaned forward, kissing you as his fingers worked inside you, the squelching noises your pussy made mixing with the sound of the engine.

“Holy shit, you’re soaking my fingers baby. Cum for me, be my good girl and cum all over my fingers,” he demanded, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

Grabbing his biceps, you did your best to contain your moans but your efforts proved futile as you came all over his fingers, your body convulsing on top of him.

“Good girl, you made me so proud baby, so obedient,” he muttered, kissing your neck.

He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them off and moaning around them. “Fuck, everything about you is perfect, even the way you taste.”

“And I wanna see if you taste as good as you look,” you smirked.

The car finally pulled up to Nicholas’ mansion, the gates creaking open as the vehicle glided through. You couldn’t help but admire the sprawling estate, the lights from the driveway glimmering against the night sky.

His driver opened the door for you, and you both exchanged an awkward smile. Nicholas fumbled with the keys to the mansion, clearly eager to get inside and you leaned over, brushing your lips against his neck, sending a shiver through him. His eyes darkened with desire as you made a teasing move, running your hand along the outline of his bulge, making him moan softly.

Once inside, he wasted no time, pushing you against the door with a heated kiss. His hands were everywhere, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. You returned the kiss with the same intensity, then pushed him back against the door.

Your warm hands glided down his chest before you slowly slid to your knees in front of him. His breath hitched as you looked up at him, eyes filled with lust. He froze for a moment, staring down at you with wide eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hushed, unsure but clearly wanting this as much as you did.

You nodded, not caring about the cold marble beneath you. All that mattered was the moment, the confidence that ran through your veins when you were close to him. You reached for his belt, loosening it with practiced ease, and slowly slid his pants down, revealing his hard cock.

He gasped, his gaze locked on you, as he stepped out of his pants. You could feel his eyes on you as your fingers brushed over him in all his glory, and his breath caught when you made contact. He was hard, long and full of girth, feeling weighty in your hand. The tip was pretty, pink and leaking, pre cum oozing and slowly dripping down his shaft. As you looked up at him through your lashes, you could tell by the look in his eyes how badly he wanted this, and that only made you want him more.

Slowly, you wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it so he could feel everything.

“Your hands are so soft,” he whispered, and you smirked up at him, feeling a thrill run through you.

You didn’t need to say anything in response. Instead, you closed the space between you, trailing your lips along the side of his cock, before meeting his eyes one more time. His chest was rising and falling with every breath he took, and you could tell he was trying to hold back from losing control.

“You look so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Everything about you is perfect.”

As you took him into your mouth, each motion drew out quiet sounds from him. You took him deeper and deeper, swirling your tongue as you did and using your hands to rub his bare thighs then to caress his balls.

“Holy shit, you’re amazing,” he said, breathily.

His praises made your pussy throb and you started deep throating him, making sure to use as much tongue as you could to make it sloppy just the way you presumed he’d like it. You couldn’t have Nicholas Chavez saying you gave bad head.

“Oh fuck baby, if you keep taking me like that m’ gonna cum, you’re so good at this.”

You moaned around his cock, then took it out of your mouth to spit on it. Sticking your tongue out, you looked up at him as you slapped his cock against it and he moaned in response, his head tipping back.

He gently placed a hand on your head and you took him back into your throat, bobbing your head as your salvia and his pre cum dripped down your chin. You were a sight for sore eyes and he was ready to see you swallow his cum.

“H-holy fucking shit baby, I’m gonna cum down that throat,” he moaned, his voice breaking.

You took him as deep as you could, then gliding your mouth and your tongue across his shaft as you felt his warm cum shoot down your throat. You swallowed every drop, his cum better than any martini you drank that night.

“You’re so fucking hot, let me eat your pussy on my kitchen counter,” he panted.

You were down for anything and you allowed him to take your hand, leading you to the large kitchen with a marble island in the middle. He lifted you up with ease, pulling down your clothes and then your top over your head. You took the opportunity to kick off your heels.

“Fucking stunning,” he whispered, kissing your abdomen.

He continued, trailing kisses until he reached your clit, spreading your legs and kissing further and further.

“You’re soaked baby, so fucking wet for me,” he murmured, using his tongue to collect your wetness and spitting it back onto your pussy.

A soft moan escaped your lips, the feeling of his warm mouth on your pussy a stark contrast to your bare ass against the cool marble. You couldn’t believe he was letting you defile his beautiful kitchen like this.

“Your moans are so sweet baby, you like the way I flick my tongue?” he laughed and you chuckled as he quoted the lyrics from earlier.

He dived in, flicking his tongue on your clit before bringing it down to your leaking hole and licking back up. His grip was firm on your thighs, spreading them wide as he continued. You couldn’t believe the utter pleasure you were feeling, he was so skilled with his tongue having you squirm underneath him and moan so loudly, you feared his neighbors would hear.

“Fuck, you make me feel so good,” you cried. grabbing his hair.

“Mm— I aim to please,” he muttered into your pussy.

His tongue was practically inside you, tonguing you and moving back up to suck on your clit. As his movements grew, the coil in your abdomen grew tighter, ready to burst.

“Cum on my tongue beautiful, I need to swallow every drop.” A loud gasp left your lips and your body lifted from the surface, as he practically took your soul and you squirted onto his face, soaking him. He slurped you up like you were his last meal—ironic considering you were in his kitchen and you squirmed under his touch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum, holy fuck, you taste amazing,” he panted.

You pulled him up into a kiss, his face mouth soaked in your juices. His head moved down to your full breasts, suckling and moaning as your fingers tangled in his hair then he pulled back to rip off his shirt.

Nicholas’ body was everything you’d expect. As he took off his shirt, his broad shoulders and chest came into view, perfectly sculpted with a defined, chiseled look. His biceps bulged with each movement, showing the results of countless hours lifting. His abs were sharply outlined, a series of well-formed ridges that tapered down to his waist, making his physique look even more impressive. His skin glistened in the light, showcasing the muscles that seemed to flex with every breath he took. The veins running down his arms and across his chest hinted at the strength and power he held, adding to his overall imposing yet enticing presence. Everything about him was carved to perfection. You needed this man, and you needed him now. You needed him to take you on every surface in his house and you weren’t afraid to admit it.

“I need you to fuck me all over your house, starting right here, God, you are so hot,” you breathed in awe.

He grinned, he loved the sound of that and he loved a woman that knew what she wanted.

Swiftly, he sank into you, but halted, allowing your tight pussy to adjust to his size.

“Shit,” you moaned, as he took your breath away, “you’re so fucking big.”

“I know baby, it’s okay, I’ll go easy on you,” he whispered, reaching down to rub your clit to ease the tension.

“Easy on me? Nah, I want that dick fucking me hard,” you retorted.

“Fucking hell Y/N, you’re my dream woman,” he gasped.

Your wish was his command as he slammed into you, burying his cock to the hilt. Your moans filled the kitchen as he began moving with a pace that had your toes curling and your acrylics digging into his muscular back.

“Oh my God, Nick,” you moaned.

“I know baby, I’m the one making you feel this good, no other man can be this deep inside you,” he murmured.

You nodded breathlessly, with the way he was pounding into you, your pussy was sure to remember the shape of his cock. You could feel him deep inside your cervix and as you looked down, you saw the faint outline of his cock moving inside you. His large hand snaked around your neck as your foreheads touched, small trickles of sweat mingling. He worked his hips into you, your mouth in an ‘O’ as you breathlessly moaned with him slamming into you.

“You feel fucking amazing, best pussy I’ve ever had,” he panted.

You cried out in response and he pulled out his cock, slapping the heavy tip on your clit making you jolt. As soon as it made contact with your clit, you squirted, your juices spurting all over his cock and abdomen.

“That’s it, squirt all over me baby,” he smirked, still slapping himself against you.

He reached down, sucking and slurping as your pussy quivered under his touch.

All you could do was moan in response, this man was incredible. There was no way you would let another woman have him after tonight.

“Fuck me on your couch next,” you demanded, boldly.

He paused with a smirk on his face and for a minute, you thought he would reject the offer, not wanting to defile his very expensive white sofa sitting in his living room. The same one his family probably sat on when they came to visit.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as he scooped you up by your ass, making you wrap your legs around him. He carried you effortlessly to the couch, flipping you into your stomach. His large hand came down on your ass and you squealed, taking it as a signal to arch your back.

“Exactly what I want baby, it’s like you were made for me, fuck,” he praised.

You truly believed he was made for you too.

He sank into you from behind, slapping your ass as he did.

“Oh my God,” he moaned, leaning down to kiss your back, “you should see how good you look fucking gripping my dick.”

His hips snapped against your ass, pounding you as you did your best to fuck him back.

“Oh? That’s what we’re doing? My girl’s fucking me back? Alright, I can work with that,” he panted, speeding up his pace.

Hearing him call you his girl made something awaken in you. You whimpered loudly and did your best to please him, slamming your ass back against him, his cock brushing that sweet spot deep inside you.

“Can I pull your hair, beautiful?” he asked, his pace not faltering.

“Mhmm,” you answered, lost in pleasure. Usually you’d never let a man pull your hair but Nicholas just had that effect on you.

He gripped your braids in the ponytail they were in, using it as an anchor to slam into you faster and harder. Soon, the scrunchie fell out and he scooped your braids in his hand, still pounding into you.

“Holy fuck, you’re clenching around me so tight, cum on my dick,” he moaned.

You buried your face into a cushion, crying out as you shuddered and squirted around him, your arousal dripping down to his beautiful white couch.

“Shit,” you panted, “sorry about your couch.”

“That’s the least princess,” he replied, “bedroom next?”

You nodded and lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his firm torso, your lips locking in a messy kiss as he stumbled with you to his bedroom upstairs. You were grinding on his cock and he could barely make it to his bedroom before he pushed you up against the top of the stairs, making your upper body hang over.

But you weren’t scared. You were in Nicholas’ strong arms, and whatever deep subconscious worry of falling over had disappeared as his cock slipped inside your dripping pussy. He began fucking into you, holding your body tight against him as you jolted over the stairs.

“Fucking hell, this is so hot,” he panted, leaning down to suck on your nipples.

“You fuck me so good,” you moaned.

He chuckled, his pace speeding up and soon, he recognized the unmistakable feeling of your walls clamping around him.

“You’ve cum so much for me tonight baby, give me another, c’mon you can do it,” he urged.

You were determined to give him anything he wanted and you leaned up, no longer hanging over the stairs, to wrap your arms around him as yet another orgasm ripped through you like a knife.

“Good girl, who’s my good girl?” he cooed.

“I am,” you answered, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

He finally took you up to his bedroom, your body trembling in his arms and his cock still deep inside you.

He sat with you on the bed, a wince escaping your lips as you were impaled on his cock.

“I know you’re tired baby, I’ve made you cum five fucking times,” he said, you couldn’t believe he’d made you cum that many times, you weren’t sure you had another left in you, “but I need you to do it one more time for me while I cum inside you.”

“T-too much,” you whined, your body overstimulated and exhausted from it all.

“C’mon baby, don’t you wanna be my good girl? I know you’ve got one more in you, ride my cock and make me proud,” he urged.

If it was one thing you wanted, it was to make Nicholas proud and you lifted your head from his neck, planting a kiss on his lips as a promise to fulfill his wishes.

He leaned against the headboard, bucking his hips as you began bouncing on his cock.

“There she is, ride your cock,” he moaned.

Hearing him refer to himself as yours had you feeling something you’d never felt before. In response, you lifted your hips higher, slamming yourself down on him so he could feel how deep he was inside you. He let out a breathy moan, clutching the sheets below as his eyes averted from your boobs bouncing to his dick disappearing inside your pussy.

“You’re a fucking vixen, so goddamn beautiful,” he moaned.

His praises only encouraged you further and you began grinding on him, giving your clit the friction it needed and making his cock feel all of your insides.

“You like how I ride your dick baby?” you asked, your pussy grinding on him just the way your ass did in the club earlier.

“I fucking love it beautiful, oh shit, keep doing that, I’m gonna cum inside you,” he murmured.

Ever so obedient, you ground yourself on his dick, groping your boobs and tipping your head back, giving him a show.

“I— I’m gonna— I’m gonna fucking cum baby!” he cried.

“Give me everything, cum inside me,” you moaned.

Your body shook on top of him as you creamed and he let out the sweetest moans you’d ever heard. He gripped onto you as though you were his anchor, ropes and ropes of his warm cum spurting deep inside you. If you thought his cock filled you up, his cum was the cherry on top, filling you to the brim like you were nothing but his breeding slut.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned, shivering under you, somehow still coming, “it’s so much, fuck.”

Your body finally gave out and you collapsed on top of him, exhausted and overstimulated, the slightest brush against your pussy making you wince. He finally pulled out and you squeezed your eyes shut, enjoying the feeling of his cum oozing out of you and pooling onto his sheets.

He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around him and your head resting on his shoulder as he carried you to the bathroom. He ran a warm bath, sitting on a stool with you in his arms.

“Don’t fall asleep beautiful, I’m running you a bath. You must be exhausted,” he said, kissing your forehead, “you did amazing.”

Gently, he placed you in the bath then sat behind you, using a wash cloth to clean you up and then himself, peppering kissed as he did.

“You’re out of this world, so so beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you, you’re so sweet,” you replied, feeling a tad bit shy under his praises.

As soon as you were finished, he dried himself off then did the same for you, wrapping you in a towel and carrying you to another room with clean sheets. He laid you gently on the bed and snuggled beside you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Everything about you is perfect, God, I want this everyday with you,” you heard him say as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[wroetolando]

𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 | 𝙲𝙻𝟷𝟼

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: charles leclerc x fem!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where charles wins the race after losing both Jules and his father, and the reader reminds him that even though him and Jules weren’t blood, he carries so much of them in him

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: see you again - wiz khalifa ft. charlie puth

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mention of the dead?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The roar of the crowd was thunderous. Thousands of voices merged into one, a deafening cacophony of cheers, chants, and raw emotion as Charles Leclerc crossed the checkered flag in first place.

He had done it.

He had won the Monaco Grand Prix.

His home race.

His dream.

And yet, as he gasped raggedly into his radio, the magnitude of what had just happened began to seep deep into his bones.

His engineer's voice broke over the radio, full of raw emotion.

"P1, Charles! P1! You did it, mate! This one's yours!"

There was no reply on his side. For a moment, Charles couldn't speak. His hands trembled slightly over the steering wheel, his eyes blurring—not with sweat, not with exhaustion, but with something much more weighty pressing down on his chest.

This was what he had ever dreamed of as far back as he could remember. To triumph here, in the roads where he had grown up, where his passion for racing had first been ignited.

But he hadn't expected it to hurt this much.

For this victory, as glorious as it was, was bittersweet with the absolute anguish of loss.

Jules should be here.

His father should be here.

And they weren't.

Charles took in air, his eyes wide with a frantic blink as he at last found his voice. "Merci," he croaked, his voice raspy, hardly more than a whisper. "Merci à tous."

Thank you.

The in-lap was longer than usual, every turn a reminder of the boyhood dreams he had once shared with his father, of the lessons Jules had taught him when he was still a boy looking up to his idol.

The second he got out and parked in parc fermé, reality hit home more forcefully.

He ripped off his helmet with shaking hands, the full impact of all that slamming onto him simultaneously. They were screaming his name, the Ferrari mechanics jumping, the champagne squirting as they slapped palms. The media was shoving, raising their cameras and microphones against him.

But Charles wasn't able to even take it in.

For the brief moment that transpired, he looked around to see you.

You were already moving towards him, weaving through the sea of red uniforms and camera flashes as if they weren't even present.

And when he turned, when your eyes met his, you ran.

The world around you both began to blur as you wrapped your arms around him, holding the back of his fireproofs so tightly it was as if you were attempting to hold him together.

And maybe, in that moment, you were.

Charles didn't hesitate. His arms wrapped around you just as tightly, his fingers digging into your back as he buried his face on your shoulder, exhaling unsteadily.

"I—" His voice cracked.

"I know," you breathed before he could say another word. "I know, Charles."

You didn't have to say anything more.

For a moment, he just held you, allowing the world's madness wash away into nothing.

The cameras, the reporters, the entire crowd—none of that mattered.

Only you. Only now.

When he finally pulled back, just far enough to gaze at you, your fingers framed his face gently, thumbs tracing over the wet trails on his cheeks. He hadn't even realized he was crying.

But you had.

And you, better than anyone, understood why.

Your own voice shaking as you continued to speak, eyes never leaving his.

"I know he wasn't your blood," you breathed, voice trembling. "But I see so much of Jules in you."

Charles took a hard breath, his grip on you tightening involuntarily.

"And your father," you continued, as if you needed him to understand it, to realize it. "They're both here, Charles. In the way you drive, in the way you fight for this, in the way you never give up."

A single tear slipped through, but you caught it with your thumb before it could fall any farther.

"I know you feel they would be here," you whispered. "But they are."

Charles blinked hard, taking a trembling breath. When he opened his eyes again, they shone, but now firmer. Stronger.

Because no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much the ache of their absence would always be there, you were right.

They were here.

In his victory.

In his passion.

In every single lap he drove.

And as he stood there, holding on to you like an anchor, he knew something else.

This victory?

It wasn't his alone.

It was for them.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

masterlist

[chris-slut]

OR NAH

pairing; dom!matt x sub!reader

summary; you’ve been needy all night. matt’s been on the game all day and it’s pissing you off. all you want is for him to eat you out— so you do everything to get his attention.

! reader x 3rd person p.o.v !

!warnings!; SMUT, oral (fem!receiving), pet names (good girl, ma, baby, pretty girl, slut), no p in v, praising, daddy kink?

authors note; writing this instead of doing what i need to do. 😭 also, i’m not using “y/n” so every story will have a made up name! also— does anyone wanna be tagged?

THE WAY matt’s fingers move around on his controller and gripped onto the desk every time he died fucking killed me. i would do absolutely anything to have those fingers inside of me right now.

i move around in the bed, trying to grind against everything while his veiny fingers move around. of course his teasing ass wears no shirt so every time he gets mad his slutty back muscles tense up.

i feel myself get wetter and wetter every time he curses out, picturing his head between my thighs while my hand is roaming around his hair. god i can’t focus on anything else.

* 3RD PERSON *

MATT’S HANDS roam around on his controller, slamming his hands against the desk every time he dies. he peaks over to look at his girlfriend, naomi, noticing her lips swollen from biting them. he smirks to himself as he watches her from the dark part of his screen.

she stares at his fingers, imaging the dirtiest shit she could ever thing of. his hand wrapped around her throat, his fingers inside her, his lips wrapped around her clit. fuck she feels like a slut thinking of this but she can’t help it. it’s been weeks since she’s had her boyfriends head between her thighs.

“baby, you okay?” matt smirks as he looks over at the girl, her biting her lip and nodding. he shakes his head at her and turns his chair so his gaze is going from his game to her eyes, “words ma,” matt teases as she bites her lip once more. “mhm!” naomi mumbles out.

matt’s eyes shift down to where she’s sitting, noticing the wet spot on his bed she’s trying to cover. he presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, getting up from his chair. naomi’s eyes widen as she see’s matt inch closer.

“what- what are you doing matt-“ naomi mutters out as matt climbs on top of her, placing gentle kissing down her jawline to the middle of her throat. the girls breathe hitches as he gets closer to her lips. he places a teasing kiss to the corner of my mouth— then the other side— and then right above her top lip.

matt leans away from her, noticing the cherry color now plastered on her cheeks. “stop teasing matt— please,” naomi begs as she looks at him through her eyebrows. that’s matt’s only weakness which causes him to dip his head down and place a hard kiss against her lips, his hands coming up to wrap around her throat perfectly.

“want your tongue in me so bad matty— all i want!” naomi pants out, breaking away from the kiss as matt’s hands leave her throat— a slight bruise replacing it. “you want me to eat you out? you wanna be my little slut huh?” matt growls out and she bites her lip, nodding quickly as many times as she can.

“can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me, you think that’s possible pretty girl?” matt tells her as he places sloppy kisses down to the line of her shorts, leaving a little hickey just above her waist line. “mhm— yes daddy,” naomi moans out which causes matt to let out a small groan. “fuck baby,” matt replies to her.

he removes her shorts with his teeth, sliding her panties off while at it. naomi whimpers as the cold air hits her clit, matt smirking at the noise. “what did i say? keep fucking quiet.” he tells her as he places wet sloppy kisses down the insides of her thighs.

naomi’s hands quickly reach and fall into matt’s brown hair, him letting her grab and do whatever she wants with it knowing she’ll do it anyway. matt grabs her legs and places them on her shoulder. “gonna eat you out,” he whispers as he places a kiss right on her clit.

a whimper passses her mouth from the teasing manner, wanting more and more. he swipes his tongue up her folds and down once, taking in all the juice’s she let out from watching his hands move around while playing his game. he rubs her thighs up and down as he places another wet kiss right onto her clit, practically making out with it. her hips buck as she grinds against his face— him nuzzling his mouth into it more.

“s-shit, DADDY!” she moans out as he sticks his tongue into her, grabbing her ass enough to leave a handprint. he flicks it up and down as fast as he can, sending her straight to heaven. “so good for me baby, look at you,” matt tells her as she bites her lips, trying her hardest to suppress her moans and whimpers.

matt’s stub on his face rubs against her thighs and pussy, making her let out a louder moan then necessary. “what did i fucking say? stay quiet you slut,” matt tells her as his hand shoots up and slams over her mouth to keep her as quiet as he can. which doesn’t work that well.

as he sucks on her, naomi’s legs begin to shake, signaling she’s close to cumming. matt takes note of this as he fastens his pace, eating her out like his life depends on it. he moves his head to stimulate her with the stub on his face— knowing the littlest shit sends her over the roof. “fuck daddy- so close. let me cum please!” naomi groans out as matt nods against her clit, letting her know she can cum. “cum baby, you’ve been such a good girl for me,” he tells her which makes her slowly release on his tongue— a little getting on his face as well.

naomi’s legs begin to calm down as she lets her juices squirt onto matt, him swallowing everything that comes out and licking his face clean. “such a good girl, took my tongue so well,” matt praises as he places one last kiss on her cheek. “go get cleaned up, i’ll be in bed soon okay?” he tells her, the quietest “okay” coming from her lips.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

As long as they don't look in the two closets on either side they were fine. Even if their faces were flushed from being shy with the cat ears and tail. They would either find the anon to make them pay for this but they were unsure on how to react to this.

"Hey Archie, you here? I hope you don't mind us visiting." Jay said, before Neil push Jay aside and burst inside. "Oh Odie! Where are you, cute genius?"

(short thread)

Both Odie and Archie tense hearing their lover's voices. What were they going to do?! They couldn't be seen like this! "Were not home!" They said but goes to hide trying to not be seen like this.

[yamzanimatics]

Hello I've watched your Sweet Tooth animatic a few dozen times and I was wondering if there's anywhere to read more about your characters

Hello!! First I want to say thank you, I'm happy you like the video! Second, I unfortunately do not have a space to read up on the characters. But questions like these are good motivation to make that change.

[lizardsfromspace]

"Lorca shouting out Elon Musk is a clue he's from the Mirror Universe" No it wasn't. That started as a joke mocking the line, but now you get people just saying it as fact. "It was actually a stealth insult!" Any writer who does something reflecting on the line is deluged with half-joking, half-serious replies about how it was Evil Mirror Lorca. Why are so many people hunting for justifications for it instead of just going "yeah, it happened and it sucks"

Jason Isaacs improvised Elon Musk's name bc he hoped he'd be sent a Tesla, and the crew left it in. Because they also wanted to be sent Teslas. Though he had yet to stray from his gee-wiz Mars persona and enter politics, and we were a year away from the Thai cave debacle, controversy around Musk was building due to stories about working conditions at Tesla. But the real problem with people taking the "it was a clue Lorca was from the mirror universe" seriously is that they wrote another Musk reference into the next season.

I don't think the writers who gave us the Discovery Mirror Universe arc were playing Nth Dimensional chess. People shouldn't be responding to stories talking seriously about how it's a black mark on the franchise with "Actually, it was a clue Lorca was evil!"

[cupcakestreets]

My Friend Made An Emmet Virus

So this happened a few months ago or so, don’t know I’m time blind, but this starts a few years back, specifically after Pokémon Legends Arceus came out. My friend who is a computer wiz, game dev, and number #1 Emmet Lover was absolutely devastated when they see Ingo was separated from their brother. I was not very familiar with the Subway Masters at the time and they were twins who ran the battle subway, and you would basically have to beat a bunch of people in battle consecutively to see them, which absolutely sucked for me because honestly I do not care much for battling in Pokemon, honestly, I’m really there to collect little guys and take care of them, so no wonder I never heard about them in the modern day. But they got me obsessed with them and we were absolutely sharing headcanons and angst about Emmet obsessively looking for his brother like every Submas fan was at the time. My friend who I will now refer to as EV, got inspired by the glitch Emmet concept to create a “haunted” version of Pokémon Black and White where the Emmet AI would immediately go “turbo” if you delete the Ingo file in the game. I thought that was a really fun idea, and we went back and forth on the story and concepts for it, but I being a shrimple artist knew nothing about coding, or anything thing computer related so I left them to it. Honestly, I thought they would’ve dropped it after a bit but, no.

EV worked tirelessly on this thing guys. Like pulled all nights and neglected their health to create this thing. I was very concerned for them and I told them to seriously think about their well being. They did not text back for a bit and I did not speak to them for like a month or so due to school stuff and I was also just doing my own thing. Then one day, they send me a file on discord. It was Pokémon White and all they typed under it was “it’s finished.” I will not lie, I was super excited. We talked endlessly about this and I was curious to know what they did with it. So I boot up the game on my laptop and start playing! So at first it plays normally, in fact I think I was tricked into playing Pokémon White, which it’s a good game, I see why black and white are fan favorite games. I even tried to play the battle subway, and it played like how it does in the actual game. This when I thought “oh wait, it’s like doki doki literature club where I have to go into the files!” Which is what I did.

In the files I saw the Ingo.exe and Emmet.exe files. Which I’m like “aw yeah. I just gotta get rid of Ingo.” I’ll just put him in the recycling and put him back after I get the full crazy emmet experience, is what I thought. That turned out to be a mistake that I will pay drastically later on. I open up the game and immediately the change is apparent. Instead of the legendary appearing at the bottom screen I’m greeted by Emmet, standing in a black void with the game music turned down really low, and it played in the distance. I thought it was so freaky and cool, I immediately went to tell EV that it worked! EV replied back with the emmet sprite emoji. And I didn’t notice it till later but they deleted the game files from our chat history. I went back to playing the cursed game and it just slowly zoomed in on Emmet’s sprite. Which if you’ve seen how the Subway Master’s Sprites look in the the first game compared to the second you would honestly find them to be really creepy, especially when they stand in the void and just look directly at you. When I clicked into the game your character immediately is inside the Gear Station. The music is the battle subway them but occasionally it’ll just stop, or take these long unsettling pauses. Emmet approaches my MC, and goes “Put Ingo back.” And I got chills because I will admit I was playing this at night like a creepypasta/horror obsessed fool and they were talking directly to me. Like the sprite was centered to be looking directly at me. But I press forward wanting to see what will happen. He continues; “This is not funny. In fact, it’s not very nice. Put Ingo back.” And dialogue options appear and you can go “Okay” or “No”. The No button was greyed out so I couldn’t press it. So I pressed okay. The MC was able to move freely after that and I left the building. I decided to explore a bit, see what else I can do. I talked to the NPCs and they all say “Put Ingo back” or “Put him back” and I even ran into a glitched Colress near one of the houses and he said “put him back.” This happened with a few other major npcs of the game when ever I moved around the map, they would just pop up all glitchy and distorted, everyone you would talk to would just say a variation of “put Ingo back” or “where is he?”. Cilan and his Brothers kept glitching into each other near the gear station, and their faces would turn black square. The rival character was all red and emmets text box would appear over him, saying the lines you get when you meet him on the double battle line. What made it extra freaky is whenever I would try to leave Nimbasa City I would land right back inside the Gear station, Emmet standing there looking at me, same thing happened when I tried to enter buildings. I think occasionally there would be these times where his sprite would flash on the screen enlarged and his eyes would look side to side like he was looking for something. It scared me and I think I couldn’t do anything else so I decided to go into the recycling bin and get the Ingo file. To my horror, he was not there. I started to freak out because I know I did not clean out the bin and I made sure to keep it open just in case. I went to EV and ask them to please resend the files, and they sent the emmet sprite emoji, again, and then sent gibberish. I told them that it was not funny. All I got was spam of emmet sprites and under it asking “Did you find Ingo?” After that I closed discord. But I was getting pings on my phone, and I ran over to turn it off.

I go back to my files and I start seeing my stuff being renamed. “I am Emmet” “where is he” “what did you do to him” “put him back”. I closed out of it to see my wallpaper was changed to a picture of Emmet’s sprite enlarged and looking directly at me with hyper realistic eyes. The icons on my computer were all turned into sprites of emmet and under it said “put him back” more sprite icons filled my desktop and they started to invade my entire laptop. My phone got the same treatment, my files and icons turning into Emmet, along with renaming things to “Where is Ingo?” “I am Emmet” “Put Ingo back”.

Needless to say that laptop was locked away. It was absolutely unusable after that. No amount of restarts or shut downs could save it. Tried to see if I can hook it to another computer to do anything and they just spread to that computer. That old phone? Replaced. The emmets started taking over that one as well. I deleted that discord and made another one. I think they’re looking for Ingo still. Which they probably won’t find him considering EV has the only files with Ingo in them. I don’t think they made it to my contacts list as I did not get any messages wondering what was happening with their phones, at least not yet. So yeah my friend made an evil Emmet Virus. I think I’ve had enough Emmets in my life time.

[jeonscatalyst]

Just saw someone fighting for their life in the comments section of a Jikook tiktok (not even a “shipper” one, just one acknowledging that they’re close to one another), using all the usual Taekooker talking points (while insisting they’re not a Taekooker) but the main one they kept coming back to was their new favorite “they didn’t see each other at all during chapter 2, JK even said so!!!” Which is just so annoying because A, that’s not exactly what he said, and B, how to they think Jikook are able to have SO MANY inside jokes if they never see or talk to each other? The other members will stare at them in confusion as they just wiz through reference after reference, but nope they never see each other, no way! Any way sorry for dumping my frustration here, it’s just so annoying!

Hey anon.

It always gets me when people claim they aren’t shippers, yet their entire argument is built on shipper points. Just own it with your whole chest and keep it moving…no need for the pretense.

Nothing frustrates me more than seeing people say, “Jimin and Jungkook didn’t see each other throughout Chapter Two,” or “They didn’t meet for months or over a year,” because that simply isn’t true. In fact, we have concrete evidence that they saw each other every single month…and that’s just what we know.

Saying Jimin and Jungkook didn’t meet at all during Chapter Two is completely inaccurate because:

1. They never said that. At no point did either of them claim they hadn’t seen each other or specify how long they went without meeting.

2. We literally have proof of them spending time together…both alone and with others during the very same Chapter Two that people insist they were apart.

Jimin even mentioned discussing music with Jungkook over drinks. How exactly would that have happened if they hadn’t seen each other? We also know Jimin spent the night at Jungkook’s place before they traveled to shoot AYS in Jeju. Mind you, this was during the same Chapter Two when people claim they weren’t in contact. We also know that Vmin visited Jungkook’s house on the day Golden was released, and the three of them (Vminkook) hung out together. Again, this was during the very same Chapter Two when Jungkook and Jimin were supposedly not seeing each other.

Jungkook himself said that Jimin kept singing “Peuriri” to him so much that he was afraid he’d accidentally sing it on stage. Not only did we hear Jungkook say this, but we actually saw Jimin doing it on AYS in Jeju. So again, how did that happen if they weren’t seeing each other? Then we have the fact that they talked and made the decision to enlist together as buddies…something they obviously wouldn’t have even considered if they were not in contact and weren’t seeing each other. How does any of that fit with the claim that they weren’t meeting?

Honestly, I believe that most of the people pushing this narrative….who are mostly Taekookers know deep down that it’s not true. They just latch onto anything they can twist to fuel their arguments online, but even they don’t believe half the things they say. It’s just like on X where Taekookers constantly take screenshots out of context or use blatantly mistranslated texts to drag Jimin and Jungkook. And the wildest part? They know the real context. They just don’t care, because for them, it’s not about the truth…it’s about engagement, likes, and “winning” ship wars.

That’s why I sometimes don’t understand why some Jikookers even engage with them. Sure, we can clap back and put them in their place now and then, but honestly? Some of their takes are so laughably stupid that they don’t even deserve a response. Because how do you acknowledge that two people made a conscious decision to enlist together, support each other through one of the hardest periods of their lives, and still try to convince people that they hate each other?

How does it make sense to say Jungkook hates Jimin and was calling out his “fanservice” because he replied to Jimin’s comment playfully telling him not to comment when he is saying the same thing right next to him even though by saying this, Jungkook is the one literally telling us they are together, next to each other otherwise we wouldn’t know that information. And let’s not forget….Jungkook is the one who keeps letting us know that in his free time, he’s next to Jimin rather than spending it with other friends in the military.

How does Jungkook hate Jimin when he’s the one openly sharing details about how they spend their days together? He’s the one telling us how he goes to Jimin during personal maintenance times, hangs out with him, sings with him, showers with him, and stays glued to him whenever they get phone privileges. If this is what hate looks like, then I sincerely hope Jikook keep hating each other.

Do you see how none of this makes sense, anon? Yet these people will argue tooth and nail to defend a point that’s completely absurd. Sometimes, the best response to a fool is silence.

[chanelle-lize]

On Thursday, February 20, 2025, I got hit by a freight train.

Let me explain…

When I saw @wizard-loving-wizard post that Aabria was teaching a free masterclass in Hamilton, Ontario, I was crushed.

I live in Montreal, Quebec, which is a seven-hour drive from Hamilton. Round trip tickets would have cost me ~$200, which would have been perfectly affordable if it wasn’t for the dire financial situation I’ve been in for the last several months. I felt like I was missing out on a dream come true because I was just too much of a fuck up to reach out and take it.

I retreated to my Aabria appreciation post on Discord and vented about my inability to attend the event. Fifteen minutes later, a fellow Aabria fan, who I will refer to as “Ruby” replied, “Tell me how much it costs to get there and back- I will sponsor you.”

I almost immediately refused. They explained that they wanted to pay my way as a birthday present for themself, because they really wanted to see me follow my dreams. So, I decided to look up the current ticket prices. I did my research and learned the most efficient route was to take a bus from Montréal to Toronto, then from Toronto to Hamilton. Four tickets, round trip. Then, I registered to get my ticket for the masterclass, just to make sure I didn’t secure bus tickets only to find that the class had sold out.

I asked around some local social media groups to see what options I had and found someone who was looking to trade a bus ticket from Montreal to Toronto on the exact date of the event. They ended up trading me the ticket in exchange for a faux fur blanket that I forgot I had. Ruby congratulated me for snagging one of the tickets, but reminded me that their offer was still available.

I kept looking, in the hopes that I would eventually find a way to get from Toronto to Hamilton, and then back home again without having to accept freely-given financial support (no, I don't have a therapist, why do you ask?), but I had no such luck. I felt like I was on a perpetual roller coaster of hope and disappointment, but every time I got discouraged, I hummed “Impossible” from Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella to myself – the Brandy and Whitney Houston rendition, specifically – and kept going.

On Wednesday, I had to accept that I probably would not be finding any more bus tickets on my own, so I thanked Ruby for reiterating the offer and told them how much I needed for the remaining three tickets. They sent me $200 regardless.

I bought the rest of the tickets and left for Toronto at 6:30 am Thursday morning.

On the way to Toronto, I got a Spill notification (Spill is a Black-owned social media app) reminding me about the weekly “Advanced Audacity” lecture series I had signed up for. It suddenly hit me that, last Thursday, I had said that I simply didn't have the funds to achieve my dreams. Naya, the audacity coach running the lecture series (yes, audacity coach) asked me what dream I didn’t have the funds for, and I said “becoming a performer/storyteller in the TTRPG space.” And there I was on a bus to McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario to watch Aabria Iyengar teach a D&D storytelling masterclass, exactly seven days later.

Wild.

I got to the venue safely and settled in for the show. It was phenomenal, unsurprisingly. Aabria was joined on stage by four local D&D players, one of whom was a Black woman named Renée. Aabria began by giving a short talk on storytelling within the context of D&D (and the sociocultural implications that come with it), before spending the rest of the show DMing a brilliantly thrilling one-shot. I took notes throughout the entire event and had a lot of fun writing speculative marginalia about the thought-process behind her storytelling choices and jotting down the insights she shared as she paused to explain why she was doing something the way she was doing it.

I was also particularly struck by Bubbles, Renée's unsettlingly over-friendly Tiefling character. At some point, I leaned over to @wizard-loving-wizard (who I met and got to sit next to at the event) and whispered, “Bubbles is the Tabby to my Evan Kelmp.”

After the show, Aabria sat on the edge of the stage to chat with audience members, and my wildest dream of being able to nerd out about storytelling with Aabria Iyengar… was immediately shattered when she looked over at me and I reacted like Troy Barnes meeting LeVar Burton. I broke eye contact and starred at the ground, absolutely furious with myself. Thankfully, I remembered that I wanted to ask Aabria to record a video message for Ruby, so I did end up meeting her.

I told her about the blanket–bus ticket trade and Ruby's generosity, and then I tried to ask for a video message, but I just said "Um," forever until she asked me if I wanted to send Ruby something. I jammed my phone into her hand, and she said, "Oh, I'm doing it?" and I said, "I DUNNO," to which she replied, "No, we're all in this now!" turned into a selfie stick, and recorded a minute long heartfelt message for Ruby with WLW and I just kinda hanging out in the background. Then she asked me if I wanted to take a photo with her. After the photo, she said something that I cannot remember, but I remember saying, "I am not here," in response, to which she replied, "No, don't dissociate!" And then I dissociated, and I don't remember what happened between that and saying goodbye, but I do remember that after I said goodbye, I said, “Flee the scene!” and legged it.

So, I didn’t exactly get to discuss any of the notes I had taken, but I did meet Aabria Iyengar, and that alone is a dream come true, even though I became a version of myself nobody has ever seen before and I hope to God no one ever sees again, because, what the fuck… was that.

Anyways.

WLW couldn’t stay for the after party but kindly dropped me off. I was starting to get pretty tired, and I was disappointed that I didn’t get to properly talk to Aabria, so I didn’t actually want to go anymore, but I also didn’t want to give up on having the opportunity to have a conversation about storytelling with somebody. So, I went inside.

I spent a long time just kind of standing in a corner by myself until I worked up the courage to approach someone else who was also just kind of off to the side, and we ended up striking up a conversation. We chatted about the show, and as we spoke, I slowly came to the realization that most of the people who came out to the masterclass were motivated by an interest in D&D.

Now, this sounds like a dumb realization to make after traveling for seven hours to attend a D&D masterclass, but it was an important one, because I don’t give that big of a fuck about D&D. I’ve never played a single TTRPG in my goddamn life. Would I? Sure. But D&D had nothing to do with how desperately I wanted to go to that masterclass. I was drawn in by something else.

Last Thursday, Naya the audacity coach said that one of the ways we think ourselves out of our dreams is by assuming that everybody would be doing what we want to be doing if it was something that anybody could just up and do. But that assumption is false. Everybody has different dreams. Not everybody wants to be doing what you want to do. And I looked around the room and saw Renée on the other side and realized we were the only Black women there.

I didn’t feel quite up to breaking the ice, but thankfully my conversation partner wanted to go ask Renée what Bubbles’ class was, because she had the other three pretty much figured out. So we walked over and joined the conversation. Bubbles turned out to be a druid, and the reason she was hard to identify was because Renée did not take a single combat action during the entire one-shot and Bubbles was still a fascinating and engaging character nonetheless. I’m not exactly sure where the conversation went from there, but I remember getting really excited because Renée said Bubbles’ whole “unaware that she’s freaking people out by being too friendly” vibe really resonated with her, and I excitedly told her that it really resonated with me too, and then there was this lovely moment where Renée started talking about how much harder it is to be a weirdo when you’re already a visible minority, and she started a phrase that ended with “when all they see is,” and she looked me right in the eyes and paused for the tiniest fraction of a second before saying, “sharp teeth and horns.” I already knew how common it is for a Black person to play as Tieflings, but using a Tiefling as a literal metaphor in order to talk about your experiences as a Black person while physically, not figuratively, but literally standing in a predominantly-white space and simultaneously protecting that expression of self from getting hijacked and repurposed as a teachable moment for the benefit of everybody else in the room but you absolutely blew my mind.

I have strongly identified with the song "In My Own Little Corner" since the first time I heard Brandy sing it as Cinderella, but "Impossible" didn't resonate with me until I watched the first episode of “Burrow’s End” on YouTube and Aabria became my Storytelling Fairy Godmother. Since then, I’ve been hearing “Impossible” playing from some vague, untraceable location in the distance that I had no real hope of finding. But, on Monday, it crystallized to a single point over Hamilton, Ontario, and on Tuesday, it started getting louder, like the horn of an approaching freight train, and it kept getting louder, until Thursday, February 20, 2025, the freight train hit, and I’m different now.

Fuck it, I’m different now.

It was Impossible for me to go to the masterclass, so somebody else sent me. And it was Impossible for me to achieve my dreams because if they were possible, everybody else would be doing it too, but I just sat in a room with 300+ people who don’t want what I want, so…

I’ve never been fired, but I did find out that I’d used up all my student funding last semester in the middle of midterms when I was too stressed to do anything about it, and I haven’t been able to pay rent since September. So, fuck it! I have the audacity. This is my Doechii moment now.

I’m going to go to a bunch of studios and ask if they have any internships open and ask questions, and by that I mean I’m going to connect with the Renées and the Aabrias, and all the other Black women storytellers, and talk to them about creating, and playing, and performing, and critiquing games, and stories, and characters, and worlds.

I’m going to message Renée and tell her I really enjoyed talking with her about her unique approach to gameplay and I’m going to ask if she’s free to chat more about it.

I’m even going to tag @quiddie and not even panic a little bit about it. Sup prof, lecture was sick, do you do… office hours…?

Anyways, that’s the story of how I got hit by a motherfucking freight train.

[susartwork]

Alys and Wiz have an announcement for you all:

Turn on the audio! 📢

WHAT IS THE EVENT ABOUT?

You can submit to Alys and Wiz (Underwizard Alphys and Sans) a character, OC or not, and they will reply with "Kiss" or "Pass". Kiss literally means if they'd like to kiss that character, while Pass means they are not interested in them (no offense lmao). I will also try to doodle each submission taken if I have the energies.

EVENT RULES

Only Undertale/Deltarune related characters.

Adult characters only.

Submissions trough reblog cuz I have to sponsor myself in some way afjwkfw and no more than one character x person.

If you submit an OC please send a reference. While if it's not your OC please mention the original creator (in case I don't know it already). You can also decide to point out why your submitted character deserves to be kissed XD (Ex: They can cook well and can suplex a boulder)

I don't know how many I will take in total. That also depends on my energies. Sorry if yours won't show up at the end!

Whoever comes first may not be served first. I won't go in order so that everyone can have a chance to be picked.

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On July 1st

CHART?

Here it is. Very poorly made by Alys TM

For any questions don't hesitate to ask me!

Thank you all! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[lilcocoluv]

SHE OWNS IT!

ft luigi mangione x f1!reader

i never feared death or dyin’ i only feared never tryin’  i am whatever i am only God can judge me now We Own It, 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa

authors note!: f1 has started, yippy! yes, i’m a ferrari fan—and yes, i am heartbroken and actively trying to ignore what happened for the season opener. also, i'm new to headcanons so this is longer than normal, please bear with me. 

content warnings!: unrealistic progression of falling in love, he speaks italian, inaccuracies of italian speaking, perhaps even racing (?) becuz author can't keep up with fia, female driver (sue me), platonic relations with the grid, underlying beef with some drivers, a vv tiny amount of smut, ferrari is actually smart (?), 2024 grid setup (expect carlos is in williams) *i don’t think any of that matters but still*

status!: i am open to requests but please be patient with me. i am a student currently going through midterms with chronic writing blocks and procrastination (and i have a life!) 

18+ only. don't like? block and do not interact with me. your media consumption is not my responsibility. i did not use the main tag for luigi so it is your problem if you're somehow reading this with dismay.

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THE BEGINNING: the meeting.

you two met during a race week–the home of two religions; the catholic church and Ferrari. the ironic home, rooted and nurtured by the loyalty engraved into the hearts of the italians and international fans alike. where legends are born and come to die.

he came only because of his friends and for the sake of living life to the fullest–plus he was Italian after all so attending the f1race in the home of ferrari only seemed right.

it’s the cliche trope: bumping into each other. you were preparing for the race after qualifying, earning yourself p3 to the proud hearts of ferrari fans (only heightened after charles got himself p2), and he was looking for some homeland shaved. 

he flirts while trying his best to act like he doesn't know you and how incredibly important you are to women everywhere but he does break

"you're a fan, no?" you ask with a smirk at his eyes widening as he tries to force out reply

he goes with the smooth and hopefully charming comeback, relying on his heritage, "è una cosa che viene dall'essere italiani"

he ends up with a photo of you together and your number in his phone and vise versa

that day in the Grand Prix, you finished second following Charles in 1st; shortly after the podium filled with some tears and a whole lot of smiling and cheering along with singing the anthem with pride engulfing you—your phone binged repeatedly of “congratulations!” and “so proud of you” yet only one caught your eye: from luigi sending his praise and an invitation to late night celebrations with shaved ice and some drinks

let’s just say charles and the ferrari team were a bit disappointed when you let them know you couldn’t come to the afterparty but would join them the next day at the factory

INTO THE RELATIONSHIP: the dynamic, one year and half later.

you two are weirdly compatible; he lives for traveling so he most often than not is coming with you to every race–and loves the summer/winter break; and you always enjoy slow days where peace and silence is the only thing you know and he embodies just that

you kept the relationship underwraps for awhile—five months to be exact

though, he understood and respected your boundaries, he still wanted to yell on the top of mountains that; “i am in love and am so proud of my girl!” but he would journal it instead. 

hard launch the relationship during the season opener with him, proudly by your side, and hands intertwined

it took awhile for him to get used to the fans suddenly asking him for a photo or at least saying a “hi”/”hope you're well” but he surprisedly set boundaries well through a instagram story:

“hello to all the new people! thank you for the warm welcome as well. just wanted to set some boundaries: i’m a people person but not always up for photos. i still appreciate you guys being so kind and i will take photos with you when i am, what some say, mentally prepared.”

also the fans, especially the italian fans, love the fact he's italian-american, they're so proud that one of their own managed to bag a driver of their second religion

speaking of social media, he is a lot more active on instagram—not everyday and not more than thirty minutes—but suddenly it is more than just his face and the travels, it’d start being you and the races

story highlights! gosh two highlights: one for views on the road, and the other for you (he’s so proud and obsessed with you its not even funny)

he gets along with the other wags really well! they’re welcoming and even offer some advice from their perspective especially the ones who were new to the fame that comes with being the girlfriend/now boyfriend of a driver

the camera and commentators couldn't get enough of him during the first race he publicly attended, causing a very flustered yet charming reaction of a small nod and grin: “and this…this is the boyfriend of last name—funny enough i actually saw him on my way here and he’s a great fellow.” 

oh he loves hearing the technical side of things, like he is up in all the teams businesses especially the ones who help create the car—the workings of the wings, the engine, importance of tire choices and preparation, etc.

often caught on the camera almost leaning over the rope barriers to see closer to the stats of your laps versus the ideal stats, it’s so funny and cute; the fans adore it and the team does too to be honest

sometimes some of the guys from the team will actually talk to him about it, even letting him hold an old version of your wheel and explains what each button, switch and numbers mean which he appreciates since he feels like he gets to know the racing side of you more intimately

it gets to a point where your fans start comparing him to nicole scherzinger: the way he cheers for you in the garage, the stressed expression as you overtake or lead, the small pout as he focuses to how he rushes to parc ferme, arms open to you, how he looks up at the podium with a big smile and a small prinkle of tears

on this, pda in parc ferme and on the paddock is entirely up to you considering he naturally comfortable with what you want (both of you understand nothing ever too intimate): the occasion deep kiss that leaves you breathless despite the speed as his hands cradle your face, on the cheek or forehead, always hand holding

small note: his friends definitely take pics of their tv and send it to him with the message of: “youre so whipped” — “tell her congrats” — “never would’ve imagined you as a wag but hell yeah man”

another thing! since he is so into your race, trust he will be irritated, or pissed if ferrari fucks up the strategy like the camera pans to him to see the reaction of a radio after a bad call of you saying, “we should’ve pitted earlier…what do you mean i’m p12?”: hes furrowing, even a petty eye roll once he realizes they just threw away a chance of two cars in the points

if you two ever arrive earlier or stay a day or two more in the country, he’d take care of planning the activities so you can focus on either the race or relax knowing very well how the stress can catch up with you and begin to strain your mind despite the privilege to live the life you do

CLOSING THOUGHTS: a f1 driver with a travel loving, computer science boyfriend!

he is literally always there for you; he loves being the person you come to after a race, to one you search for amongst the crowd, the one who can drive you home or to the hotel and take care of you and your aching body

"do you want a massage or a hot bath? do you need some painkillers? some water?"

or the one to worship it with kisses leading to the area where he makes you scream his name out as if he were the driver and he just won, the one to help you ride out another type of ecstasy and holds you while you shake and whimper

his voice comforting you, sending shivers down your spine as you wiggled out of pleasure: "sei così forte" - "eri così bella lassù" - "vincere non è mai stato così bello"

he'd always be willing to do whatever to make sure you felt good, healthy and relax between races; offering a safe and comfortable space for you to confide and melt away, stepping out of the strong and all powerful woman you had to be in the harsh cameras where weakness almost seemed forbidden

it is all new to him, almost a foreign land where he needed to relearn how to stay true to himself and at the same time, navigate you; a new landscape, a new language, a new way of being but it is all worth it

"i don't mind it, i mean, it's new and very...unexpected, but as long as you will have me, i'll do anything to keep you. madness and all."

you two make it work in hopes of racing together to the finish line where instead of a podium, its an altar

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final notes!: i hope you all enjoyed this. i really liked writing this and would love to write more on this trope, so if you want some more, let me know! please leave a like, comment, or reblog. in the meantime, please stay healthy and look out for yourself. keep posting about luigi. keep being vocal. keep the spotlight on the corrupt justice system that fails the innocent. donate when you can as well. safe safe, friends. 🫶

before i sign off, here the important links to frequently visit for updates on the case and offer financial support:

legal defense of luigi mangione and more information

donate to his legal team

vanni, signing off!

[bloomingkyras]

Camilla Lindbergh Princess Of Swannie for @seyvia Fairytale Affair a BC Challenge (sims submission)

"A story of a Soul Healer.. Camilla Lindberg, Princess of Swannie."

Camilla was born with a specialties, that no one will be able to have which make her be able to "Heal Her Own Fiancé's Soul" to life but not into human but animals.

It's happen when Her Fiancé, Daniel Charls, Prince of Winona, Died in Military war in the year of unknown. The Soldier found his body in his campsite and by that time they know that he still alive cause he still breath and knowing "the news", Camilla world become messy, cause she just not lost her lover but their beloved horse too, a Military Horse, Dash, that was given by her on His 17th birthday.

Until she determine to use her Specialties to bring him back to life. But the King, Sir Carlos, forbid her to use it, cause It will have a negative impact, not just for them, but to the People of Swannie and Winona. Which will make all the Spellcaster lost their abilities, lost their magic and potion will not be be able to use. The only way was by using animal's heart. Camilla threatened her mother who was also a Queen of Swannie, if her father did not allow it, she would hang herself and use that power to get her fiancée back to life.

The King finally approve but His condition, was only using His power and Hers and If the 'time comes to take Dash Home" they have to release it, so she agree and they have to bring Her fiancée's heart and Dash's body somewhere unknown for "cultivation". Month pass by.. Dash finally a life but weak.. It's medicine was only Camilla. When ever Camilla have to do her "Service", Dash will become weak and make her have to bring him, anywhere she goes. Until the time for Dash to go HOME..Camilla refuse to letting him go, until she keep making it's coming back to life using her magic and it's give impact to herself which she almost blind.

Their "Guard" told her to stop. But Your Majesty, Sir Carlos, ignore. He said, what Camilla do was Love to her Fiancée. They said this is not LOVE but EGO. Love should not be treat like this, Love should be free not tied up. They should release Dash asap as possible, if not another war will come as the other world started to hear the rumor about this.

Ma'am Freeda, the Queen of Swannie, said the only way to make Your Highness, Camilla release Dash, was by making her out from Swannie or finding her new soulmate far from their own country.

Lucky for them, The Queen of Spellbyndell, had sent an invitation to all world and country, to participate in the fairy Queen of Spellbyndells challenges! Secretly, Sir Carlos ask his Assistance to reply the invitation and sent Camilla's entry to compete in the challenge and the reply letter from The Queen of Spellbyndell accidently hand on to Camilla who currently playing with Dash at its stable. And it's was the right time to convince her again to release Dash forever. And she will agree if Your Majesty, Sir Carlos help her to see Her fiancé for the last time.

Name: Camilla Lindbergh Princess Of Swannie she/her (20 YA) (spellcaster / soul healer *this occult form are only be seen in her own country)

Traits: I recently download more cas trait. but I only have her 3 traits that u mention and no romantic trait.

Aspiration: Appliance Wiz

she have some skill that already level 2 and 2 more skill have level 4.

I already set her like and dislike and also way of life from Lovestruck.

I'm sorry..I feel overwhelm and excited to dress her up, so she end up with a lot of cc. but feel free to change if needed. and that was the outfit that she and her people of Swannie wear. don't worry its not modern outfit but it call timeless outfit.

U can make some change on her to look more yours.

and that its. Fuh..that was a long journey and how Camilla the Soul healer, end up agree with her Dad, to compete in Fairytale Affair a BC Challenge. And I don't hope much. If Your highness, Camilla manage to go thru the next round which left 4 Princess, and I know it's not easy, it already make me happy. Thanks Seyvia, for this opportunity to take part in the BC and I'm already excited for what next from u. And also give me some tips regarding outfit too , this was the challenging part so far too. And have fun with my princess. :)

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[mikeylivesattheend]

Day 2 (night)

Oopsie poopsie I complained about this dungeon taking forever and got all the Mali gear on my second day uwu

To be fair I was able to do like 4 runs in a row with a bored max level who could carry, a guy who used tc versions of storm supports so it would stack, and me who would help - but in a normal boring way. I also invited one of my srorm wiz friends (that literally just means i friended them on wiz after talking for 3 minutes) to join, and we did team up the old-fashioned way.

Anyways tho it was good vibes, and we both got hat & robes in the same drop. She already had the hat, but still.

It would have gone terribly if the max wiz wasn't there. My first team up had the max wiz, someone who admitted they were only there for athame, and someone who didn't know the cheats. We agreed (max, newbie, and I) to meet up to get 4 person team after that.

Then, I got shoved into a team up group who ONLY wanted athame, but I was avoiding the new player, so I did the fight regardless. I think it was probably only 8 rounds, but it felt waaaay longer.

The convo beforehand was bad vibes, but we all saw a Myth would be our hitter. IN the fight two ppl didn't stun resist, and **gasp** got stunned. No one but me had had spirit blades in deck. I got stunned thru my protection. Boss got a Myth shield up. Guy didn't want to hit thru it. By the time I was unstunned to give him a pierce blade, there was a tower shield. A storm in the group was saying he'd hit, and the myth was so upset we wanted him to hit thru shields??? The two elemental guys are fucking low on all their hp now. Then, the myth guy did 18k damage anyways and made the storms hit kill easily.

After this, I did two slowish, but chill runs with a cool life wiz kinda randomly. Then the max wiz was in a random team up I was in, along with tc guy. The rest of the night,,, mwah.

Might get some straggler gear in mali, maybe the athame and amulet. I don't think the Mali dungeon will feel nearly as bad now, even if I do full runs w/ others.

I just think wizard101 needs a better way to search dungeons while waiting. Add some way to view just the Darmoor dungeons from the sigil, some indicator to queue that the person doesn't want to do a 'full run.' It's set to full by default, but athame hunters can uncheck that yaknow.

It's also crazy how few ppl check the cheats. I got lucky the confused people didnt /actually/ manage to drag my teams down... And that essential jobs were done by me or ppl who had proved themselves earlier in the fights.

Overall tho, I friended a lot of ppl. Dungeons like that can't be all bad. Can you tell I'm riding the high? My relief is erasing my gripes istg

I dont even know why I'm doing Darkmoor. I should just play Batman. ... ANYWAYS

First time in. I watch a Storm fizzle twice in a row. A death says one thing about it in first fight, mentions it in second. They fuckin fight, death dips. The storm fizzles on the second fight. I fucking DIE. I was going to leave, but there was a fellow femme who told me to port back in & finish.

I proceed to use 5 potions and waste an hour of my life fighting thru mali. No gear, even after rolling a chest.

Second team up is with two people who say they forgot the cheats. I mention feints twice in ths convo bc u get stunned if u blade. Only one feint is placed and they both getted stunned after blading. After this fight the 4th leaves. We all leave after this.

Third team up is with the aforementioned two people. They prep better, and the following fights go /okay./ In Mali they don't kill on round 4, and none of use realize round 5/1 meant the same thing, making the next planned attack get fucked up. Oh also we have to restart our first match up here bc we get eathquaked by the minions TWICE in the first 4 rounds. It still goes much better than my first mali fight. No gear.

Fourth team up. With a lvl 170. I fumble the most here. I get stunned blading. I was supposed to spam 2nd fight and didn't equip deck, meaning i had to flee. Mali goes pretty well, but one persons pet keeps triggering mali to steal shields, and mali doesnt die from the initial hit he does. Its still a 12/17 round game I think, which makes it the best by far.

I get the boots as a drop, which is probably the worst clothing gear I could have received.

And NOW my dmg is 118 which means i could be a hitter in bad groups which probably means I need to prep at least one more deck for that scenario, in addition to the 4 I have currently.

This is the most toxic and frustrating gear to get so far. People dont know cheats and they're so snappy and its making ME snappy.

The only good news is I knew itd be like this so I did record some of these lol.