#foolhearts

[ariadynamics]

😂😂😂 my plan to get you into f1 to write sewis fic has backfired. also I thought you were working on something!

but you've piqued my curiosity with the esteban/lance thirst follow au so I'll take a snippet of that

(love you!)

I was! But it just wasn't clicking. I'm very much in my head about writing Sewis, and I'm terrified I'm going to get their characterization wrong!

For now, here's my Esteban/Lance WIP! It's hockey player Lance, and still with RP/AM Esteban. I hope you like it 🙈.

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Lance doesn't know what makes him do it. Maybe it's the third shot of awful tequila Nico had cajoled him into downing before they left the club. Maybe it's the string of losses, one after another, that kept coming their way. Maybe he's just so fucking lonely that he almost asked if he could crash on Nico and Siegs' couch.

It’s pretty depressing that this guy’s smile is the best thing he’s seen all week. His smile is warm and sunny, and for a second, Lance almost forgets it's March in New Jersey. He keeps scrolling through his photos, and for once, he doesn’t feel the same kind of rolling nausea in the pit of his stomach that he usually gets when faced with racing content.

They’d met before, at some gala, and Lance had known then he was boned as soon as he saw his chipmunk-like toothy grin.

Seeing the photos of this guy with a small sliver of his tummy peeking through? Lance hadn't stood a chance.

Fuck it. Lance hits follow. Whatever, Siegs follows Lewis Hamilton on Instagram. This is more or less the same if the team’s PR ever asks. 

Two minutes after Lance follows him, a DM notification pops up.

estebanocon: I'm pretty sure my employer's son following me on Instagram counts as workplace harassment.

Lance is still drunk enough to respond.

lance_stroll: how would that work I’m not even on the payroll

estebanocon: That sounds like something an HR Manager digging for dirt would say.

It’s a little bit of a surprise when he gets another notification.

estebanocon started following you.

He isn't sure what he expected after following Ocon, but Ocon following back? Sliding into his DMs? That hadn't been part of the equation. He types another message, anyway. He already lost 6-2 tonight; he can't embarrass himself any more than that.

lance_stroll: buddy I lost count of how many times I got rammed against the boards tonight my brain is incapable of thinking nevermind sleuthing

esteban_ocon: Kinky 👀, tell me more.

It startles a laugh out of Lance, and for the first time in a long time, the smile on his face isn’t something he’s had to affect. 

lance_stroll: I’m pretty sure that counts as workplace harassment bud

estebanocon: Well, good thing you’re not on the payroll then.

[vvettell]

investigator seb 👀👀👀

omg susan you got one of those that are just concepts and not really written yet so unfortunately all i can offer is a description

(this one requires a lot of world building and plotting so i've been putting it off for quite a while already it was one of the first fic ideas i had lmao and i still can't believe that nobody has written this with all the #canon investigator seb content but anyway)

wip asks!!

seb as your friendly neighbourhood private investigator!!! i cannot stress enough how much of a young young baby this one is but if i ever get around to writing it it's going to be a multi chapter fic where seb is like a private investigator who works for a lot of really high class rich ppl cases but also a lot of bro bono stuff for ppl who can't afford it (he's got a weekly office hours for those)

i'm taking inspo (aka stealing) from elementary here (rip that show i loved it a lot) and seb has like a network of experts for things he doesn't have enough knowledge of himself and one day he gets a case that involves fashion and knowledge in the fashion world which is something seb obviously doesn't but!! enter lewis who gets recommended to seb through one of his other irregulars and lewis helps him with the case and they exchange numbers only in case seb ever needs help again of course and that's how they meet!!

they start working together more and more often even though the cases have got less and less to do with fashion but lewis gets interested in seb's work and cases and loves listening to seb talk about them and helps by seeing connections seb doesn't at first and also having connections that seb doesn't and lewis just really wants to go on a stakeout once in his life and seb invites lewis to the next best case he comes across where he can pretend he HAS to do one and lewis might as well join him to make sure seb doesn't fall asleep

i do have an actual plot for this fic but since i do plan on writing this at some point (fingers crossed) i'm not gonna go into any more details but it involves PINING and some KIDNAPPING and LIFE OR DEATH!!!

also to me this is THE pi lewis pic and for seb .... and as for seb i mean *gestures vaguely to any time he eyed up other ppl's cars*

[parcoeurs]

💌����💜

the sweetest sewis scholar!!!! crumbs or otherwise you always have correct opinions on them. and the bulls, demar is truly so lucky to have an appreciator like you 🥹

[vetteldixon]

happy birthday jay!!!! thank you for your continued dedication to seb and also for the positivity/mental health content, both of which I very much appreciate. have a wonderful day!!!

[formulaonedirection]

oh hello i see an opening for hockey rpf propaganda - i think you would enjoy Noted Girlfriend Jack Hughes (mandatory tswift yoyok fancam here)

anon! you've come at the right time cause this was me like 4 days ago

he is very cute! I'm observing yalls girlfriend respectfully.

[whatacaitastrophe]

Kirnha x Gortash - For EdiSlendering

Song Inspo: “You Only Live Once” - The Strokes

A one-shot I did for EdiSlendering (it won't let me tag you!) <3 Thanks for requesting this! I had a great time writing it, and thank you for your donation to my Ko-fi!

Would you like me to write a BG3 one shot for you? Check out this post and send me a message <3

TW: mentions of murder, torture

“I do not understand why you insist on inviting the entirety of high society to our home once every fortnight. Is it truly necessary?” Kirnha complained as he stood in front of a mirror in their bathroom, buttoning the doublet that Gortash picked out for him. He would give his partner this: the man had taste. The blood red and silver were striking against Kirnha’s skin, the red was especially appreciated by the tiefling– an ode to what he was and who he served. Though as nice as he looked, that didn’t mean he wanted to dress up, or entertain the masses. 

“You already know the answer to that question, dearest,” Gortash hummed with amusement as he preened next to Kirnha, the double vanity and wide mirror an absolute blessing on evenings like this. “There are appearances to keep, people to remind who they serve, the usual.”

“We can’t do that in private meetings?” Kirnha argued. 

“Not if we want to remind the rest of the realm to stay in line,” Gortash turned to look at Kirnha. He grabbed the tiefling’s arm firmly, turning Kirnha so he was looking at Gortash. A devilish smirk appeared on Gortash’s face as he swatted Kirnha’s hand away so he could finish buttoning the doublet himself. “Besides, keeping up appearances means seeing you in this delicious ensemble, and that I get to take it off later.” 

A forced smile spread across Kirnha’s lips and he placed his hands over top of Gortash’s on his chest, tilting his head to the side as he spoke. “So cancel the party and take it off of me now.” 

“Now, now, my little assassin, don’t be petulant.” His lover scolded, and immediately Kirnha’s resolve to get out of attending the party melted away. Damn him, damn Enver Gortash for knowing exactly what to say to make Kirnha putty in his hands. Kirnha could honestly kill him for it. When Kirnha came up with their little plan to take over Baldur’s Gate, he hadn’t intended to develop feelings for Gortash in the process, but here they were. Initially, Kirnha’s plan had been to kill Gortash and Thorm at the earliest convenient moment. Kirnha had planned to play nice with the half-dead chosen of Myrkul and the smarmy, charming chosen of Bane because he needed them for the plan to succeed, but the moment those foolhearted adventurers defeated Ketheric Thorm, everything shifted. 

Gortash shifted, and boy, was it easy for the man to get Kirnha to agree to something when his mouth was wrapped around Kirnha’s cock. Despite himself, despite all his plans and visions of the future, Kirnha realized that ruling Baldur’s Gate alongside Enver Gortash would be more beneficial in the long run than doing it alone. Despite himself, he fell in love– rather, whatever feelings Kirnha had for Gortash that felt like what he assumed was love. 

“You love it when I’m petulant, though.” Kirnha countered with a smirk, and he leaned forward to capture Enver’s mouth in a conquering kiss, not bothering to be gentle as he bit down on his lover’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Gortash moaned softly as Kirnha licked the blood from his mouth, but he pushed Kirnha away all the same. 

“Our guests are waiting.” Gortash reminded him as he turned to look at his reflection in the mirror one last time before exiting the room. Kirnha sighed, and silently prayed to Bhaal that this evening would go by swiftly. 

An hour later, Kirnha was sitting on his throne in the banquet hall swirling wine in his goblet as he watched his partner dance with another aristocrat with a scowl on his face. “You play the part of an unapproachable bastard very well, friend.” Minthara observed as she sat on the arm of his chair, an amused look on her face as Kirnha offered her a smirk. If anyone else attempted to sit where Minthara currently sat, Kirnha would have slit their throat. Luckily for the drow female, she could claim to be one of the only people in this godforsaken world that Kirnha actually tolerated, so he allowed it, glaring at anyone who looked their way, silently daring them to be as bold as Minthara.

“I’m just playing my part,” He replied drily. “They’re not here to talk to me anyway– I’m the scary one.” 

“Yes, you do have that frightening look of power about you, so I can see why you might think weaker beings would think so.” Minthara mused, sipping from her own goblet of wine. 

“Oh, I’m not assuming– I literally overheard someone call me ‘the scary one’ once,” The smirk on his face spread into a devious smile as he said the words, very pleased with the reputation he’d cultivated for himself. “Needless to say I took it upon myself to prove them correct.” Kirnha could still hear the glorious screams of the half-elf as Kirnha flayed him within an inch of his life deep in the dungeons of Wyrm’s Rock. No, he did not mind being “the scary one” at all. Especially if it meant people avoided him at parties he didn’t particularly want to be at anyway. Kirnha had always been the observer of the two of them: the brawn to Gortash's brains, if you will. This was not to say Kirnha was unintelligent; he was just more physically adept than his lover, just as Gortash could claim to be better at manipulating people with words. 

As the song ended, Kirnha finished the contents of his goblet. He watched as another aristocrat approached Gortash, vying for a dance. Little did they know they were not going to get their wish. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Minthara.” Kirnha offered as he stood to depart with a predatory look on his face. Minthara smirked. “You as well, Infamy.” 

Infamy. The name Kirnha had gone by to the public for many years now, rather appropriate given the rumors that swirled regarding who his father was, what god he served. The first person who’d ever snorted with laughter after Kirnha introduced himself using the nom de plume was no longer among the living, thus sealing the (no pun intended) infamy surrounding it altogether. Minthara was one of the few who Kirnha allowed to address him by his birthname, but the drow paladin was smart enough not to do so in public, knowing it was not worth it to risk Kirnha’s ire. 

As he strode towards Gortash, the aristocrat occupying his attention went wide-eyed, failing to keep their face neutral. The “scary one” indeed, Kirnha thought to himself as he approached, a wicked grin on his face behind Gortash’s back. When he reached them, Kirnha wrapped his arms around Gortash’s middle and kissed his neck before obscenely licking a stripe up the column of his lover’s neck to his ear. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you.” He declared in a low voice.

The aristocrat quickly bid them goodbye after that, and Kirnha smirked. Gortash turned around in Kirnha’s embrace and gave him a wry look. “Oh please, you were watching me from your seat, you knew exactly where I was.” Gortash gripped Kirnha’s jaw with his thumb and forefinger and pulled the tiefling towards him for a kiss that could honestly only be described as “lewd.” They were always like this in public: overly affectionate, not particularly bothered by who saw their displays of affection. For Kirnha, it was almost a challenge, to see how much he could get away with before onlookers could no longer hide their disapproval. Not that anyone ever said anything to the pair. They knew better. The next song began and Kirnha started moving to the rhythm of the waltz, keeping Gortash in his arms. 

“How much longer do we need to remain at this godforsaken party?” Kirnha muttered against his lover’s lips, nipping the spot he’d made bleed earlier with his teeth. 

“It’s our party.” Gortash chuckled, raking his hands over Kirnha’s chest, teasing him by the buttons on Kirnha’s doublet that he’d promised to undo later. 

Kirnha nudged Gortash’s head with his horn to tilt it to the side and kissed his lover’s neck again. “Who cares? We’ve been seen. They know where the door is to find their way out.” He bit down on the skin of Gortash’s neck, hard enough that it would bruise, but not enough to break his flesh. No, that was reserved for later.

“What if I just took you right here? With everyone watching?” Kirnha murmured against Gortash’s skin. Gortash moaned softly. “Or what if I took you over to that weapon supply room over there, and bent you over against the wall? Would I have to cover your mouth since we both know you can’t keep quiet?”

Gortash shifted against Kirnha’s touch, and he could feel his lover’s cock twitch with interest at the idea. “You are truly testing my patience today, you devil.” Gortash cooed disapprovingly, and Kirnha couldn’t help but be pleased by the fact that he knew he was winning, if not simply for any other reason than his partner could do nothing other than dance with him, because if Gortash walked away, the whole room would see the evidence of his arousal. 

“And you began testing mine the moment you informed me that my attendance today was required,” Kirnha cooed back as he pulled away from Gortash’s neck to give him a wicked look. “Seems only fitting I get to spend the rest of it telling you all the things I’d prefer to be doing.” 

He was goading his lover, Kirnha knew that. There wasn’t much that brought him greater joy than teasing Gortash and pushing him to his limit in public. Moreover, by the way the light shifted in Gortash’s eyes, it was working. Kirnha would get his way sooner rather than later. Gortash raised an eyebrow. “And who is to say there aren’t things I’d rather be doing? Just because I enjoy these events does not mean I wouldn’t rather be upstairs, tying you to our bed and punishing you for being so disagreeable today.” 

A thrill shot through Kirnha’s body and he offered Bane’s chosen a smug look. Yes, the goading was definitely working. Their dynamic in the bedroom was a constant power struggle. Sometimes Kirnha was in control, holding all of the cards as Gortash writhed beneath him. Other times, Gortash had Kirnha begging and threatening him with bodily harm if Gortash didn’t stop teasing and just fucking touch him. It was too soon to tell what kind of night that tonight would be, but Kirnha didn’t particularly care, so long as their night began (and this party ended) soon. 

“I’d love to see you try.” Kirnha dared, kissing Gortash again and his hands slid from the man’s waist to his backside, gripping it possessively. The sound Gortash made was somewhere between a moan and a growl and he pulled back to press his forehead against Kirnha’s. “I’m sure you would.” 

The next song ended, and without warning, Gortash released himself from Kirnha’s embrace with a sly grin. Kirnha glared at him. “I have a few more rounds to do, so you’re going to need to be a good boy and be patient.” 

Image be damned, Kirnha no longer wished to be at this party any longer, and if Gortash was so determined to drag this out, then Kirnha would absolutely make it more difficult on him. “Fine. I’m going upstairs. Perhaps I’ll start without you,” He suggested with a head tilt as he looked at his lover thoughtfully. “Enjoy your rounds.”

With that, Kirnha turned on his heel and headed for the door that led back to their private quarters. On the way, he made eye contact with Minthara, who smirked at him and shook her head with amusement as he disappeared through the door. 

Once back in their bedroom, Kirnha did not change out of his finery right away. Instead, he went to their bed and sat down, leaning against the headboard with his hands behind his head expectantly. Five minutes later, Gortash burst through the door with a wild look in his eyes as he took in the sight of Kirnha laying on their bed, still dressed. “I thought you were starting without me?” 

Kirnha offered him a wicked grin. “Where’s the fun in that?”

[dateaweirdboysuggest]

date a boy whose main attribute is: foolhearted. His name, occupation, and sign are also: foolhearted. His height is: fun-sized.

[incarnateirony]

Watching people react to the situation in Hawaii, which I'm tracking closely since I have a friend there (another island but worried about fire drift), is reminding me why I'm sure 95% of humanity would die if faced with a real cataclysm, whether global or local upon them.

This tweet, in particular, is pissing me off, as are many of the comments:

I do not fucking care, keyboard warrior, what you consider good and righteous and what you want to think you would do.

Let me explain something to you. The drivers are already breathing heavily from depleted air. There are at least three, if not more people in that car. Heat also strips ability to breathe and scorches lungs and the second you open that car door, you let out all breathable air. For what? A woman that was already dead or good-as and beyond help in the scenario, for a second body to join them, and at least two more bodies in an idling car, if not making a traffic blockage leading to more bodies.

I cannot explain this enough. I believe in the power of everyone as one and all of that, but I also know who is important to me and have survived more crisis scenarios, shootings, holdups, fires, and weird bullshit than you could ever wrap your head around. My military friend says I have the mind of a marine, unironically, and is shocked that I'm just a civvie at least in official government standards. And you know what you do when you get into crisis situations like that?

You fucking protect your tribe. And whoever the fuck is in your survival boat with you, in that moment, is your fucking tribe. They are the ones that will get you through this, if you get through it at all, or the ones you can give your life to get THEM through it. Do not do foolhearted actions you think feel good at a glance to the cost of literally everyone around you. Do not simply react. Even veterans, soldiers, fire rescue don't just react. Their reactions come with thought, they're just trained to automate that thought in scenarios.

I am so tired of watching the internet all have opinions about shit they're not equipped to have opinions about. Those people survived to upload the video. At least three if not more people survived, rather than a pile of four bodies left behind and a traffic backup domino dooming others in your wake. Just keep moving, there's nothing else you can do, your time is limited even in your scenario, you don't have long, just move. PROTECT. YOUR. TRIBE.

*THAT* is what is right and what is good. And honestly screw people that think they can cast uwu judgments from the air filtered and conditioned safety of their keyboards. I generally say "die in a fire" when someone acts profane enough, but that's a bit crass here. So how about this. Go walk in their shoes, then judge. We'll see how that goes.

[ariadynamics]

i don't see sewis on your wip list...

Are you still mad at me that technically, you're the one who first introduced me to F1 like, what? Three years ago?

And I've yet to write you Sewis fic 😭.

Just for you, I will try and get over my fear of writing Sewis rofl. Send me a prompt on Discord, pal <3.

[lovecinnatwist]

Wip Game

Alright here we go. Yall already know I have like hundreds of wips so I'll only present the ones closest to being complete.

Thank you @submarinerwrites for the tag!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!

WIPS

JayDick - Blood Ties

JayDick - Ten Seasons

JayTim - Vixen

JayDick - What a Man, What a Man

JayDick - Beau and the Beast

JayTim - Magic feather

JayDick - Dying is easy, living is harder

JayTim - Best kept secret

JayTim - Foolhearted

JayDick - After Freedom

I tag- @elwon @wellthatjusthappend @cherrymiko-art @daemoninwhiteround2 @garpie64 @dexdefyingstunts @caramelmachete @c0njidraws @chibinightowl @bionerd2point0

[bcnes-archived]

@dearestblood sent ; [CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer. / mirror verse ............ you know the rest

Shave one year off his life for every attempted murder he's been on the receiving end of since stepping foot into this godforsaken universe and he'll be dying before he hits 40. You'd think he'd be used to it by now, but, surprise surprise, the jarring shock of having somebody rush at you with a knife in sickbay never really wears off.

Days like these he's forcibly reminded of why the whole getting home thing is still the number one priority and Jim's foolhearted gambit for Spock to change the whole damn universe is currently residing in the backseat. In Leonard's book, anyway. He misses a great deal about his Enterprise, but not having to treat stab wounds every single day is most definitely up there on the list.

"I'm fine - it's fine, I'm alright." Some part of him, the very back of his mind, was peripherally aware of Spock disarming - or maybe just fully killing, maybe he should've been paying more mind to how that fight was playing out - his two assailants, but McCoy is only really jolted out of his wide-eyed stare from the corner of the room when the Vulcan grabs at his face. He can't stop glancing sideways at the two bodies piled in the middle of the floor; he grabs the wrists that frame his face as though that will do anything to help ground him. In some way, it sort of does. "What about you?"

[parcoeurs]

🍄

i love that you chose the mushroom emoji first of all. you me sewis foraging for mushrooms when?

one thing i will say is that every time i reblog something from you i have to make sure i don’t just say “prev tags” every time but it’s hard because i feel like you always say exactly what i’m thinking to add as well, it’s so funny. i love that whenever i come across a teensy tiny little crumb of sewis i KNOW i can count on you to also go insane about it. your writing is just immeasurable it’s so wonderful to read and experience really because it surrounds you in the best way possible. for sewis you can feel all the emotions whether it be love or tension or whatever. YOU DO IT SO WELL, i’m in awe! thank you for understanding seb on such a fundamental level i just fully trust you with all the opinions and characterizations possible.

[revkilltaker]

Up Front – Spirit - LP - Smorgasbord Records - SMORGASBORD NO. 2

Pressing Stats

Pressing #: Third

Color:  Blue

Qty Pressed: 2000

Additional Info: Other Pressings Available

Track Listing

Once And For All

All Of Me

Our Best

Left Behind

Expression

Break It Up

Second Thoughts

What We Need

Foolhearted

One Step Ahead

Deliverance

New Leaf

Stand Tall

Decisions

Spirit

Something To Strive For

7.0/10

[nevahl]

So I said to Saint Harold

T'would be nice to go back

and use all this knowledge I've found

To mobilize youth, to energize wisdom

I'm terribly sure I'd have gained ground

I'd overcome senselessly withering fear

That doubt that so clouded my aim

Inspiring others to vanquish their own

Lead an army that'd pour like the rain

Oh my, replied Harold, is that how it'd be

Would your thoughts be a sword you unsheathe

So tell me, dear foolheart, why not try it now

There's time yet, you're here, you still breathe...

[formulaonedirection]

💌💙

MISS FOOLHEARTS!!!! My fav bballrina. It is through your power that I hold all this love in my heart for one Zachary LaVine. Beyond that you are so genuinely kind and considerate and it always warms my heart when you check in on my depression girl blogging. And you are so immensely talented as a writer that you make me read a pairing that I always say I’m not into but I’m like oh no foolhearts wrote Sewis I need to read that expeditiously!!! I’m so glad you slid into my DMs to discuss Bulls and Lewis and I’m very grateful for you <3 

put a little 💌 in my askbox for a love note

[querencva]

happy birthday!!! hope you have a wonderful day!!! we're almost birthday buddies :) fingers crossed lewis has a wonderful race this weekend for both of us!

Thank you so much!! I had a wonderful day.💜 and it’s so cool that we’re almost birthday buddies!! When’s your birthday then? Today? :) hopefully it will be a great race weekend for Lewis and us🤞🏼