#AND I AM NOT A COWARD!!!

[isjasz]

someeeee doodles bc i miss them and felt like rendering. im so rusty

[wanderingblindly]

Hi sweetheart!!!!!!!!!!!! for the drabble thingy, 9, D, sebchal👀💖 love you💖💖

oh my god this was so fucking fun to write, thank you for the GENIUS prompt choice love!!!! cranked this out before i went to bed, i hope you enjoy the slight crack vibes!!!!

prompts here xx

Oops! All Twink Death (Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel, 1k words)

His head is too far up on the pillow.

In fact, it’s all wrong; the sheets are pulled up too high, not pooled around his feet like they usually are. There's a second pillow pressed up against his back -- actually, why is he sleeping on his side? He's been a stomach sleeper his entire life.

Sebastian groans, rolling over. It's never a good sign to break routine on a race weekend, especially when it's so easy for the smallest detail to linger like a rain cloud overhead -- a constant feeling of wrong-footedness. Cutting his losses, he peels back the sheets and flings his legs over the edge of the bed, slamming them onto the floor with much more force than usual.

Is the bed… lower?

His feet shouldn't touch the floor that quickly.

His hands grip the edge of the bed as he stares down at his feet. Suddenly, he catches it from the corner of his eye -- longer fingers, more pronounced veins on the back of his tanned hands, and well-manicured nails. His stomach lurches when he brain catches up, a panicked confusion building in his throat.

Because those aren't his hands. Sebastian knows these hands, knows the way they feel against tongue and teeth and flesh. Faster than a jump start, Sebastian flies off the bed -- tripping over his bigger feet -- and stumbles over to the bathroom mirror.

In Charles's distinct accent, he gasps: "What the fuck."

Frantic knocking on his hotel door confirms his immediate thoughts: that should be Charles with his body, then.

With careful steps, his new center of gravity more unsettling than sailing rough seas, Sebastian moves to open the door. "You'll wake the neighbo--"

"What did you do?!" Charles cuts him off, pushing his way into the room and grabbing Sebastian -- himself? -- by the wrist, dragging them both away from the door.

"What did I do?" He scoffs, both a little offended and amused as Charles paces across the room, tugging his hands through his hair agitatedly. It's bizarre, seeing Charles's youthful and expressive body language on himself -- almost like a return to a Sebastian long-gone.

"Well of course it wasn't me!"

"I mean, at least we switched with each other?" Sebastian offers, moving to sit down on the bed. He pats the space next to him, encouraging Charles to come tangle in his arms; maybe it's best if they both calm down first. "Because, well, it could be worse, right?"

"Could it?" Charles asks, voice pinched and eyes bright -- nearly manic. "I'm old, Sebastian!"

Ouch.

Sebastian smiles wryly. "Oh are you?"

If Sebastian didn't have the hottest driver on the grid wrapped around his finger -- if he hadn't always had the most desirable drivers under his thumb -- then maybe that would have hurt. But as it is, Charles acting like a panicked, distressed kitten is almost endearing -- batting at him without claws.

"It's --!" He stutters, finally freezing to stare over at his own body; Sebastian looks like a cat eyeing it's prey. "It's not old on you, but on me! I'm old!"

Sebastian didn't realize his accent got so heavy when his body was angry, nor that he could still blush so much.

"No wonder Mark always wanted to sleep with me," He smiles, eyeing his body up and down slowly. "I see the, hm. Appeal."

"Oh my god, it is not the time to be --!" Charles flutters his hands about, waving vaguely between the both of them. "We're fucked, Seb! And you already know what they are saying about me on Twitter, that my beard is --"

"Really hot?" Sebastian perks up, still trying to steer the conversation in a more… palatable direction.

"That it makes me look like I'm in, you know, twink death." He says it with derision, like speaking the words sealed his fate.

He can't help but laugh, laughing harder when he sees Charles's blush deepen -- running down his neck and towards his chest. "I'm sure you won't twink die, or whatever you're reading --"

"Twink death, Seb." He sounds nearly on the brink of tears -- god, yeah, Mark really had a point here.

Clearly it's not about being in Sebastian's body, really. It's something bigger.

"Oh Charles," Sebastian sighs, reaching his arms out to grab Charles's wrist; he never realized how small his hands are compared to Charles's before, the feeling of wrapping his fingers around him so easily makes him lightheaded.

Anyways.

He tugs Charles onto the bed, landing next to him with a pout. "You've never looked better than you do right now," Sebastian whispers in his ear, snagging his teeth on Charles's -- his? -- earlobe, the way he knows his body likes.

Charles shudders, Sebastian's hot breath on his sensitive skin surely sending shivers down his spine. Encouraged, Sebastian grabs Charles's hands and slides them under his shirt, pressing them against Charles's body's torso. "Do you know how much I love how big you feel now?"

"Seb," Charles whines, voice delightfully needy; Sebastian can't decide if he likes it better in his or Charles's accent. "That's not, you know that's not what I --" Sebastian pulls his hands up further, tracing the paths he's learned elicits a shudder from Charles's body.

He grazes his nipples, and his breath catches. God, is this what it always feels like for him?

"Wanna fuck about it?" Sebastian asks, mischievous smile on his lips, the feeling sharp and confident with Charles's beautiful mouth.

"Oh Jesus," Charles falls forward, burying his face in Sebastian's neck.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck, yeah. Yeah, ok."

Problem solved, probably. The self-esteem part, anyways. The body problem can wait until later, probably.

[leavemebetosleep]

Family portrait. Child is named Minx. Bonus:

Make a stupid uninvited personal comment to a stranger, and get an answer you didn't want to know.

[pearlore]

been really enjoying gem's vintage story streams :>

[k0mmari]

Little doodles cause I notice I never draw Binghe and that needed to be changed (also bonus liu qingge)

[jojolightningfingers]

the specific tragedy of marineford's events aside ace is just a wild character to watch. he's the coolest big brother on the seas. he's a fucking dork. he's hated himself his whole life. he goes around tits out all day every day. it's because he's tattooed his devotion to whitebeard on his back and wants everyone to see it. he can solo a buffalo with a metal pipe at age 10. he cannot shut up about luffy even when he's in jail waiting to die. he's narcoleptic. he's a serial dine-n-dasher. he's the patron saint of daddy issues. he learns manners specifically to thank shanks for saving luffy. he's kinda shit at them. he doesn't run from fights. he doesn't let himself run from fights. he doesn't think he CAN run from fights. he crashes a party on buggy's ship out of nowhere and steals the food. he infiltrates a marine base and doesn't even bother to hide the very recognizable tattoo on his arm. he steals THEIR food. he immediately blows his cover because he decks the shit out of someone for dissing his captainfather. he's still eating while he gives them the slip. he goes to kill kaido and bonds with his son instead. he knows how to make a kasa. he forgets he's fire and keeps accidentally burning them. the narrative doomed him and yet his love and the love for him refuses to die. the world loathes him on an existential level. he chooses to be kind to the people in it, even so.

[bennetsbonnet]

I've seen it posited that Mr Darcy didn't actually mean to be cruel to Elizabeth with the comment he made about her at the Meryton assembly. That Darcy just didn't like dancing that much and a lady would have to really be something for him to overcome his discomfort in social situations and dance with her. And you know, Elizabeth wasn't as good-looking as Jane and improved upon acquaintance, so that explains why she couldn't 'tempt him.'

People really tie themselves into knots trying to defend him or go on quests to find hidden meanings in his words that simply aren't there. They convince themselves that he didn't mean for her to hear, or that he just misspoke... but really it was all a big misunderstanding! He's just a sweet shy boy with social anxiety who made a little social oopsie...

That's very nice and all, but that's demonstrably not the character that Jane Austen wrote. In the novel, Darcy's intention is unequivocal. I think that a lot of the misinterpretation stems from adaptations... because each one I've watched has never quite got it spot on.

I am b e g g i n g for just one book-accurate depiction of the insult Mr Darcy very deliberately aims towards Elizabeth at the Meryton assembly because I think the consistent misrepresentation of this single moment has caused so much misunderstanding of Mr Darcy's character. The interaction is so important for grasping his motivation and character at the beginning of the novel.

It's absolutely vital to the story to grasp that Elizabeth doesn't inadvertently overhear his insult. She isn't looking for gossip or drama and then overhears this poor, socially awkward 🥺smol bean🥺 who chooses his words poorly and accidentally affronts her.

No, Elizabeth is sitting there, minding her business... when this rude, conceited and thoroughly unpleasant man insults her in a manner which leaves her under no illusion that he intended for her to hear him:

Elizabeth Bennet had been obliged, by the scarcity of gentlemen, to sit down for two dances; and during part of that time, Mr. Darcy had been standing near enough for her to hear a conversation between him and Mr Bingley... ... 'You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room,' said Mr Darcy, looking at the eldest Miss Bennet. 'Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you.' 'Which do you mean?' and turning round he looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said: 'She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.'

It could not be more unambiguous that Darcy both knows that Elizabeth can hear him and intends for her to know he wouldn't degrade himself by dancing with the likes of her...

AND YET... it is so frequently represented as Elizabeth somehow simultaneously being miles away from Mr Darcy, yet still close enough to hear... but not close enough for him to see her and know she's listening... because he never catches her eye before he says it and that allows the doubt to seep in! It's so frustrating.

Still, even though no adaptation has quite captured Darcy's unambiguous intent and featured him looking at her, his words are more than bad enough to make you dislike him! I don't think you could reasonably ever defend them, unless you secretly hate Elizabeth Bennet... but more than what he says, it's the manner in which he delivers him, the way Darcy deliberately makes sure she has heard him that is so callous. If that aspect is missing it makes Elizabeth's prejudice against him less comprehensible and leads to a man who absolutely does not deserve to be defended being excused for his awful behaviour...

[meat-fr]

"they're not graceful", "they're not elegant", "They're not angelic"

-and i took that personally (as a challenge!)

[isjasz]

Happy late Valentines ft. an alternative version to the end of Total Eclipse @zipzapzooooooom wrote during comic production <3

[roz-ani]

You guys are really lucky it's so easy to believe that

[pumpkajelly]

I know low - extreme ride intensity is all pretty subjective so just answer however related to however you feel about it! 🎢

(And feel free to put your number and additional thoughts in the tags if you're curious about your mutuals' amusement park thoughts 👀)

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

Homer!Odysseus and Epic!Odysseus would try to kill each other if they ever met

[yudol-skorbi]

PLAYABLE HARDING????? IN *MY* DRAGON AGE??????????? LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The most dangerous duel of all.

[yeenkingart]

Ford and Stan from @a-scary-lack-of-common-sense 's kook Ford au!

They rotate in my noggin, we crave content. BTW William was a reference for two of those poses, one is obv lol, the other is crazy. William whatchu doin

can Ford have 6 toes? Please, it would make so much sense

[frodo-a-gogo]

Let us be brutally honest with ourselves and with eachother for a moment. If he weren't obese you motherfuckers would be capable of percieving evrart claires sexy sexy moral ambiguity and complex charms