#Track map

[struggling-with-space]

Las Vegas GP Track Map with corner names

[rodhunt]

F1 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix 2023 Circuit & Event Map

Rod Hunt was commissioned by Blink Experience and the Saudi Motorsport Company to create a detailed 'Disneyland' style map for the F1 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix 2023 held at the Jeddah Corniche Circuit. Measuring 6.175 kilometers the Jeddah Corniche Circuit is the fastest and longest street circuit on the F1 calendar. Its many high-speed corners make it a favourite for both drivers and fans. 

The map needed to capture the vibrancy and excitement of the night race and include the F1 Paddock Club, Premium Hospitality, F1 Champions Club, Fan Villages, Jeddah Art Promenade, Concert arena and parking facilities. Other local landmarks including the Jeddah Yacht Club, Floating Mosque, Shangrila Hotel and Red Sea Mall were also represented. 

View the full Saudi Arabian Grand Prix map illustration

[fvmods]

GTA 5 Racemap Pack Texture patch for FiveM https://buymeacoffee.com/fvmods/racemap-pack-texture-patch-2020-fivem

[midnightsartcorner]

i love the train game

[mapsthewanderer]

Maps headcanons -

🧡 Caleb loves having you on his lap fluff/smut

Details: 400 words of shameless Caleb lap-fluff. He’s tired, you’re warm, and settling you over his thighs is his idea of emotional regulation. 18+ just to be safe lol

When the evening sets in—when the light turns gold and soft and the world slows down—Caleb wants you on his lap.

“End of the day, all I need is you… and maybe a zipper down.”

He starts with himself—fingers brushing slow over the buckle, the faint metallic click of his belt unfastening. No rush. No show. The zip comes next, teeth parting with a soft rasp, his knuckles grazing the line of his stomach as he exhales. He glances over at you, mouth twitching into the beginnings of a smirk.

“Don’t get too excited. I do this even when you’re not around.”

Then he pulls you close, undressing you in quiet increments—just enough until only your panties remain, and his hands are on your skin. Bare and warm beneath his touch, like you’re slipping into place. Like you’re both coming home.

“… I wish you could see what I see right now.”

He sinks back into the couch, guiding you down with him—settling you over his lap. Warm thighs straddle his. Your bum, soft and warm, settles against the cradle of him, separated only by the last scrap of fabric. Heat pressed to heat. Fingers begin to wander—slow, unhurried—tracing the curve of your waist, the long slope of your thighs. His gaze narrows—not from hunger, but something quieter. Intent. As if touching you like this is a privilege he’s still learning how to deserve.

Without a word, he lifts your hand, careful and sure, and brings it to his mouth. A kiss to your fingertip. Another to your knuckle. Then lower—your wrist, soft and slow. His lips trail the inside of your forearm, lingering in that delicate space before gliding up to your elbow, your shoulder, the tender crook where neck meets collarbone. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t rush. Just kisses his way through you, pausing between each one like every inch of you deserves its own breath. And when he reaches your face, he kisses your forehead, then each of your lashes—memorizing the softest parts of you, committing every detail to memory with nothing but the quiet weight of his mouth.

“I’d come back a thousand times for this.”

Then he peels off his shirt—slow, arms lifting, fabric gliding over his chest in one smooth motion. But instead of tossing it aside, he shifts forward and draws it over your head instead. His shirt, now on you. Drenched in his scent, wrapped in his heat—claimed by nothing more than cotton and intent.

“Wearing me. Smelling like me. You don’t get to go anywhere now.”

A slow, deep inhale.

He loves the feel of you—bare legs around his hips, your bum soft and warm against his lap, warmth pressed to warmth. The quiet weight of you settling into him, as if you’ve always belonged there.

A shaky exhale follows, his body struggling to contain just how much he needs this—needs you.

“Don’t move. Let me feel you settle.”

Strong arms gather you close, holding you chest to chest, his breath falling in time with yours. He leans in, lips brushing the curve of your neck, voice warm and low where skin meets breath—

“Feel that?”

It’s not a question. It’s a truth. A pulse between your bodies.

This is Caleb’s favorite way to end the day.

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That bit of fuel to your fire, stoke your desire

Just let me know that you’re mine

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[distorted-prince]

Mental map

[taffywabbit]

here are all the lil buny doodles i did on my map screens while streaming Phantom Hourglass (one for each island, plus two extras)

i think there are lots of good reasons why more games should let you write notes directly on your map - it's genuinely a really cool and handy feature - but mainly i just want to draw rabbits in the margins

[allyouneediskilly]

i massively enjoyed my time with rise/sunbreak and I’ll no doubt keep playing it, but i finally jumped into world and im not trying to be too corny but i am genuinely overwhelmed by how beautiful it all is.

[myboybreakscoffins]

Two Tickets Far From Here 

maniac (february 9) @black-brothers-microfic — regulus & sirius black microfic — mentions of child abuse, side effects of the cruciatus curse, hurt/confort, regulus's pov  — word count: 770

"Two tickets to..." Sirius paused, glancing nervously at the route chart before looking at the half-asleep girl behind the glass. "Actually, I have no idea. We need to get to Godric's Hollow—what train should we take?"

“Is that in the West Country?” the girl asked, barely stifling a yawn.

“I... guess so?”

Regulus stood in stunned silence, watching his brother make a fool of himself without an ounce of shame. Even worse, he was starting to doubt his own sanity.

Sirius was a total maniac—Regulus had known that for a long time. But maybe he had underestimated the reach of his own bloodline, because surely, he had to be losing his mind too. How else could he explain the fact that they had just sprinted through London in the dead of night, covered in half-healed wounds, with nothing but the clothes they were wearing, heading toward a destination they didn’t even know how to reach?

It was a well-known fact that prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus Curse could cause lasting damage to the mind. So, yes, that had to be it. Brain damage. Because there was absolutely no way Regulus Black would ever willingly engage in something this reckless, foolish, and downright suicidal.

"Look, Reggie." Sirius limped toward him, holding up two tickets between his fingers. He was clearly in pain, his exhaustion evident in the way he moved. "She said there's a train leaving in a few minutes that we can take..."

"And then what?"

"Then we board another train to—"

“No.” Regulus cut him off. “I mean... the potions will stop working in less than an hour. We won’t even be able to move.” It was only a matter of time before the pain overtook them again. The fact that Regulus had even managed to scrounge up a few potions back at Grimmauld Place was a miracle—just enough to momentarily dull the pain, poorly patch up Sirius’s broken body, and, against all odds, get them out of there alive. “Neither of us will be in any condition to drag the other one along.”

"James will come pick us up," Sirius assured him, lowering himself onto the bench beside his younger brother.

“But how will he know where to find us?” Regulus asked, confused. Potter had no idea where they were. If he did, he would’ve already been here, dragging Sirius off to safety.

With a mischievous grin, Sirius pulled a small mirror from his pocket and handed it to Regulus. “We’ll tell him,” he said simply. “As soon as he wakes up, we’ll use this to let him know where we are, and he’ll come get us.”

Regulus stared at his own dumbfounded expression reflected in the mirror. His brother had lost his last remaining brain cell. They were about to board a train to Merlin-knows-where, half their bones still broken, unable to use magic without alerting their parents to their location, and this—this—was his brother’s grand plan?

Sirius burst out laughing. It was obvious he was in pain, but not enough to stop him from being entertained by whatever expression was on Regulus’s face.

Regulus felt a cold sweat break out across his skin. Doubt clawed at the edges of his mind. Maybe this had been a mistake. “Maybe we shouldn’t have—”

Sirius’s laughter died in an instant. He grabbed Regulus by the shoulders and turned him to face him. The sudden movement sent sharp pain tearing through both their bodies, but neither of them flinched.

“Don’t,” Sirius said, voice deadly serious. “Don’t say it. Don’t even think it.”

For a second, Regulus swore he was looking at a reflection of himself. His throat tightened. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, overwhelmed by the terror, the uncertainty, the adrenaline still surging through his veins.

“We did what we had to do,” Sirius continued. “If we’d stayed, one of us would’ve bled out on the carpet sooner or later. And you know it.”

Regulus swallowed hard. Sirius’s fingers brushed gently against his cheek, a silent reassurance. They both knew they were on the verge of breaking down. They had survived their home once again, but they weren’t far enough. Not yet. Not safe.

“We’ll figure this out together, Reggie,” Sirius whispered. “I promise.”

And somehow, despite the fear, despite the doubt, Regulus believed him.

Sirius exhaled heavily and stood, heading toward the platform. “C'mon, the train’s already here.”

Regulus didn’t move. “Sirius?”

“What, baby brother?” Sirius called back.

“That train is going in the opposite direction.”

Sirius paused, then shrugged. “Fuck it. That sounds like a Prongs problem. We just need a private car to sleep in.”

[mirensiart]

I have a very funny and evil idea for the next pain sharing au u guys lmao I can't wait to draw this shit

[zylphiacrowley]

Another random Erenville headcanon I have: He's a really good artist and his notes are filled with detailed sketches of various flora and fauna that he's come across while observing them.

[ozzyfromscotland]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64343017

thats right people i spent all day writing an april fool's special and posted if half an hour before april fool's day ends for me

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc 147

The infinite realms houses many souls. New ones are unheard of .

When plasmius fully formed it was felt by all magic users a in every dimension. A sign of a new realms ghost. Whose power level was high but not quite an ancient.

Then a second came nearly 20 years later. A lower lvl one. Still capable of tearing a whole In dimensions to travel.

Then the third. The same year. When phantom formed. It was from pure ectoplasm the very thing that fills the infinite realm. Phantom was created by the realms itself. An ancient in the making.

Somehow a third in a year. But one that felt wrong. Powerful but then it sapped away coming back. It felt unstable before the sensation faded.

The JLD know these have all come from there dimension. Somehow 3 new realms ghost had been created in a year. They had already been trying to track the first. It was constantly coming in and out of the realm.

Then the baby ancient formed. The three newest realms ghost were often felt together. The three frequented an area in Illinois. On the maps a wooded area.

No one was expecting a town. Nor the baby ancient desperately defending a green glowing dog that wasn’t moving. Or the ghost who looked like. Gender bent younger version.

Especially not for the younger ghost to turn back into a living and breathing human.

Why where these guys in white even attacking the realms ghosts?!?!

[overtake]

Can you believe this is a multi-time world champion

[leclercskiesahead]

Gorgeous handsome thinker

[strifesolution]

Convince me that I'm better, I'm standing in your mirror.

fanart for in the fast lane by @flarez with designs by @a-complete-catalogue because this fic has me by the throat. go read it.

bonus playlist i threw together to listen to while drawing this: