#hence the IYKYK

[maroonian]

Baby Battles

(this is part of a thing im working on)

@skrunglebeasts

[evillillad]

i know i already posted ninas ref but here she is again with molly

LORE DUMPING BELOW SORRY

this is mollys "doll" form. i decided that MAYBE nina is a bit nicer to molly than i originally planned. like not straight up an asshole but more like a very strict, very emotionally distant mom. she doesnt beat molly but like.....she doesnt show affection... UNLESS molly goes baby mode and starts trying to like snuggle her or tries to do something nice for her (that doesnt end up with a huge mess) then MAYBE she'll crack a smile and call her a good lil doll. otherwise its very transactional their relationship. Nina can loan/control molly for hits but has to take care of her and molly can live on the surface and experience life but can never be free from nina(blood bond? pact? contract? idk but she is a demon devil thing, hence why they need nina as a carrier in order to use her, idk the laws of demon contracts but im sure home wouldnt be too pleased if wally decided to use another demon directly). nina refuses to acknowledge the fact that she did cry when molly got her a mothers day gift (it was a dead bear, yes a fucking bear. molly knew she needed something impressive. oh and also some wildflowers she picked. idk what happened to the bears body molly probs went freak mode and ate it idk).

Mollys very much a doll in this au. not so much a husk/numb but more like a blank slate. coming to this world, she knew nothing and was basically a feral scared animal, and nina was able to make her feel safe (stockholm syndrome much lol). so now shes bonded with nina and is kinda learning how to live. i imagine nina focuses more on teaching her respect and appearing proper (and of course controlling the beast tm) and not so much the emotional aspect of being alive. she'd def pick up on how to act and enjoy things and laugh and cry from the other members, and sorta bringing these emotions back to nina. how nina reacts to these newfound emotions changes drastically. molly was def locked up for several weeks after giving nina attitude. on the other hand she did start letting molly hold her hand after someone taught molly it was a way to bond with someone you care about. also shed a tear but wont admit it.

also yes she is wearing a collar. usually only used when out on a hit. but there nonetheless

ok byeeee~~~~~

I FORGOT TO MENTION THE MATCHING HEART SCARS CUZ THEIR CONTRACT OK NOW BYE

[privartidahos]

shithole apartment

[citrinitxs]

To that one anon (and many others) that decided to send me an ask abt Natlan and anyone that plans to interact w/ them, I'll clear this up right now so we can move on:

As a PSA to anyone who decides to muse Natlan characters (with either the canon appearance OR edited versions), I do not care if you interact with me so as long you're respectful and follow the rules of my blog.

Do I agree with the whitewashing & lack of representation for Natlan and the characters after Sumeru? No, I don't. Will I block you if you follow me and you took on the canon designs? No, I won't. Simple enough, yeah?

If anyone thinks they can't interact w/ me because of this, just know that this blog is open for any sort of interaction from anyone. I won't stop you for whatever reason other than if you break the blog's rules or you're genuinely an asshole. Though, we can agree to disagree on Natlan lmao.

That's all, I apologize for the sudden psa, I had 3 curious anons that asked abt Natlan and how I feel abt anyone who interacts w/ my Albedo with them and I needed to answer them the best I could.

Anyways, goodnight <3 thanks for reading.

[finaloop]

june 3rd/4th is some kinda holiday now i guess. lmao

[annaizscribbling]

SHIT.

first day on meds what do I do

[jonathanbyersphd]

Things I should be doing: Reading/studying for class tonight

Things I am doing: Going over the timeline/outline for the AU

[alicenpai]

art summary through the years! i saw this going around and i wanted to play too, i always love doing these summaries.. template 🌹

my art became "i discovered the joy of drawing drapery and fabric in 2021 and never looked back" HAHA

looking at the early stuff, sometimes i really miss stylizing and drawing cartoons!! 2015 was the first year i started drawing cartoony stuff, pre-2015 was purely anime style. an updated art summary from 2010+ for me would be fun.

going back to the 1st sentence, stylizing just doesn't give me what i want from art anymore, it doesn't satisfy my art hunger haha (dungeon meshi joke.. iykyk). although it's still fun to experiment once in a while (e.g. merch). even if my current personal art is not very animation industry friendly or "hireable", i think i have a stronger notion of my "artistic" voice now more than before. (again, at least for personal art)

2020-2022 were rough years during the pandemic... i wanted to stop drawing so many times. i always say this, but during that time i went back and touched base with things i used to love as a teen, such as old anime (fma, pandora hearts, etc) that inspired me to pick up a pencil in the first place, and it helped to revitalize my love for art. and then i discovered drawing and studying fabric and i could never go back! i think my art is now more inspired by fine art history than cartoons hence the more realistic drapery...

one reason why i always change up my art style or technique every 2 ish years is that i kinda get bored of the same brushes easily... ive worried that using the same brushes gets boring and stale to people, but i think my art values are more or less consistent with how it was 3 years ago. i cycle through a set of like, 3 different brush sets (watercolour, pastel/lineless, and regular shading) depending on the mood of the drawing. different drawings call for different techniques you know?? and i think it's okay to use different tools for each drawing, art isn't meant to all be the same.

[alilarew23]

the script that helped me finally manifest my SP when i knew it was done but *couldn’t stop overthinking

i woke up one day so unbelievably sick of thinking about manifestation and about my SP despite loving the shit out of him that i sat on my shower floor (iykyk LMAO) and thought, “truly, what would i be feeling right now if homeboy texted me and we met up and worked through stuff and everything was just…good…between us?” the answer came instantly, always does: “i’d just feel normal. and so fucking relieved to never have to think about this ever again.” so, i put myself in a state of feeling “normal,” which for me manifested in the body as no anxiety, just calm, cool, “like me,” and any time i thought about my SP throughout the day, which honestly was still A LOT despite trying to distract myself (this was at the end of my a+p days, RIP brain), i shrugged and said, “it’s done. i’ll see him tonight.”

he was back in three days.

so if you know it’s done but feel like your big beautiful brain is getting in your way, maybe give this one a try.

never fails me.

*also worth noting that “couldn’t stop overthinking” was just a state, too - i recognized I AM the problem and knew I AM (always) the solution, hence my intuitively entering a state of quiet-brain and normalcy. you can do it, too. your I AM knows the way.

[annadelveys]

2,5 months of not replying to anyone and just straight up living like a hermit turned into "i will message anyone i don't even care" hence how i messaged the jesus guy - iykyk - and basically told him to arrive to our friends bday party in a way that's convenient for me. i would like to say that i never did that in the 10 years that we've been having this stupid will they wont day

[milfswriter]

Distraction

CEO!Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: Rhea’s deadly when projects are not done on time, so her employees need a distraction.  

Notes and warnings: Smut, daddy kink, spanking, Hate everyone but you trope, strap on.

You got into RipCorp, one of the most prominent tech companies in the country whose CEO you had the pleasure of dating for the last 3 years. You pulled your car over in front of the entrance, the valet guy you saw everyday opening the door for you, waiting for you to get out the car before parking it underground. Just the usual treatment for the boss’s girl.

You smiled at the thought of seeing Rhea again, it had been a very stressful week for the both of you in addition to her being in Paris for the past week. You missed her so bad, hence the skirt you wore today. (iykyk).

Before you got the chance to reach your VIP elevator, you noticed Dominik, an employee of Rhea’s, coming your way looking disheveled. “Y/n! Thank god, you’re here!” he panted as he stopped in front of you.

“Hey, Dom” you smiled softly at him, knowing Rhea must have been tormenting him about this project she assigned them to do, giving them one month to complete it.

“I just know I’ll be firing someone by the end of the month” she told you the night before she left for Paris, your head on her chest in your shared bed.

“So, Miss Ripley’s gonna be coming to see our project and it’s not done yet! We need you to distract her! Just 20 minutes please” you raised an eyebrow, knowing Rhea’s previous prediction is probably coming true today.

“You should know better than to leave a project undone when working for Rhea Ripley, you know that right?” he gulped, nodding. “We just need to get another generator to power it properly, 20 minutes will be more than enough to do that and test it before she comes. I’m pretty sure she’s on her way right now” he looked around for any sign of black suit and lipstick and sighed in relief when he found none. Damn, they ARE scared of her.

“Please?” he begged, his face yellowing “fine” you smirked as you thought of the perfect distraction for Rhea. “THANK YOU!” He whisper-yelled before running back to where he came from.

You got in the elevator, pressing floor ‘50’, where her office is. You were greeted by a fairly quiet floor, apart from the constant typing on keyboard coming from her assistant’s desk.

“Hey, Liv..is she in her office?” you asked the blonde girl. She looked up at you and pushed her glasses back against the bridge of her nose.

“Miss Y/n, hello! yes she’s there” you thanked her before walking a few meters and knocking on the big, double door of her office. “Who is it?” her deep voice echoed through the speaker next to the door.

You leaned your mouth closer to the speaker, “take a guess” you teased, smirking at the silence you received before the double door opened by itself, each door sliding to the side, revealing you to her.

She said nothing as you stared at her, walking into the office. Rhea propped her chin on her hand before you saw her press the button on the control panel she installed on her desk, closing the door automatically.

“Morning” you grinned, looking very..very suspicious. “Darling..” she spoke, her voice ever so hoarse before she stood up from her chair, squinting her eyes at you before rounding her desk and walking to you.

You met her halfway as she towered over you, your hands resting on her waist instantly. Her stare softened the longer you looked at her. “How was Paris?” you asked, the distraction plan begins right. now.

Her tattooed hand cupped your jaw, “Awful, I missed you” she leaned down, kissing your lips so softly you couldn’t believe she was the same person the employees outside were quaking at the mere mention of.

You kissed back, your hands squeezing her waist, pushing her back until she fell back on her chair. “Eager, aren’t we?” she grunted, “unfortunately, love..I have something to do..give me half an hour and I’ll be right back” she stood back up but you stopped her from walking any closer to the door

“They can wait, can’t they?” you pouted, pulling on her tie to kiss her as you stood in front of her. You felt her breaking under your spell, you just needed to push more. You didn’t know why you were doing this for her employees, but you took it as an opportunity to get fucked by Rhea asap and not have to wait for another 30 minutes.

She looked at you softly, “what are you doing, doll?” taking your hands in hers and kissing your knuckles.

“Distracting you?” you giggled, standing on your tip toes to kiss her hard. She furrowed her eyebrows, “What?”.

“They need more time..” you admitted and she snarled, letting your hands go and was going to make her way to the door again and you sighed, letting her open the door before calling out for her.

“Rhea please” you gave her sad, puppy eyes causing her to freeze at the door, turning her head to look at you with a stone cold expression, closing the door back and walking back to you. You really didn’t know when she was just stop thinking about this damn project and take you on her desk.

“They can’t use you against me” she shook her head, gripping your jaw in her tattooed hand. You always like to rile her up so she fucks you senseless, but it never used to take that long for her to crack. What the hell is this project that’s been filling up her mind?.

“oh, please..don’t be dramatic..they just need 20 minutes” You chuckled making her scoff, letting go of your jaw and rounding her desk again, typing on her computer before viewing live security footage of the employees rushing to wire the generator. “pathetic” she spat, closing the footage before turning back to you.

“They need time?..fine..I’ll give them more time” she pulled you by your hand into her, turning you and bending you over her desk while she sat on her chair.

You moaned, “finally” you whispered, feeling her hand sneak its way under your short skirt, lifting up to reveal your black lace panties, a dark stain in the middle.

“Oh, baby..I’m going to eradicate you” she growled, her hand landing hard on your cheek making you wince in pleasure more than pain, she rubbed your cheek before smacking it harder and harder until both cheeks were red.

She pushed her chair backwards, away from you.

“On your knees” she commanded, and you turned immediately to do as she asked. You gasped lowly, seeing the bulge through her trousers and she sat with her legs spread, leaning to reach the control panel on the desk and pressing a button to lock the door.

Her hands then went to unbuckle her belt and unzip her pants, pulling them down enough to get her faux cock out. She loved it when you looked at her like this. You’re hers, but she loved it when YOU knew it.

“Open your mouth for me, princess” her thumb stroked your bottom lips and you did as she asked, letting her thumb in your mouth and wrapped your lips around it, taking it to the knuckle in your mouth.

She took her thumb out of your mouth. “You know what to do” she leaned back against her chair and you gave her a small smile, taking the base of the strap in your hand and made eye contact with Rhea as you took her whole length in your mouth, your nose hitting the soft fabric of her black button up shirt that’s been tucked tightly under her pants.

“Yeah, baby..take my cock, let them have their time” she hissed, pulling your hair to take her cock deeper into your mouth, fucking your throat harshly, the other end of the strap rubbing against her clit in the most delicious way possible.

As you gagged, your hand went to grab her free hand as a sign that you needed to breath causing her to immediately let you go. You panted heavily with a grin directed at the glorious woman in front of you.

“Stand up, dove” you did as she asked, she reached for your side zipper on your skit and pulled it down, pulling it off you before pushing you onto the desk. she moved her chair closer, spreading your legs with a lick to her lips.

Oh, but of course. She had to be a tease. She kissed and nipped on your inner thighs. “Please..daddy” you knew what that name did to her, and you always took that to you advantage.

"Please what?”

she moved your panties to the side but stayed still. “please eat my pussy” that seemed to satisfy her enough as she dived in, groaning at the taste.

“hmm..so wet” she pressed her thumb to your clit harshly. “all for me, babygirl?” you nodded frantically “mhmm”. She continued licking at your pussy, her hands now going to your ass, squeezing it like a stress ball.

You were a moaning mess, squirming underneath her as she sucked the life out of you. “oh, god, daddy..please”

“keep looking at me..open those pretty eyes” her accent’s thicker than ever now, and you did as you were told, making eye contact with her the entire time she feasted on you cunt.

You know she needed this as much as you did, this company would be the death of her if you didn’t keep it under control. “I’m..I’m gonna cum daddy, please..please” she sucked your clit harder, not stopping even when you pulled on her hair, your legs shaking on either side of her as you screamed her name, knowing well that her walls are very..very soundproof.

You let out a whine as she moved away from you only to thrust her cock into your sensitive pussy, bottoming out and staying there. “oh, god!” you pulled on her blazer to stabilize yourself. “good girl..such a good girl for me” she leaned down so her body was against yours, kissing you hard.

You moaned at the taste of you on her lips before she lifted your chin to reach your neck, biting and nipping on it. “They’ll know not to approach you” she growled, “Ever. Again!” each word was emphasised with a thrust of her hips and your eyes were already rolling to the back of your head at the stretch.

The strap she chose was not so big, but she knew it was your favorite. not too long but girthy to stretch that tight little hole of yours. “you’re mine, damn it!” she lifted up your shirt, taking everything in her not to rip it apart right then and there.

“no bra?” she pinched both of your nipples, her pace quickening as you pulled on her shirt. “You knew my intentions the second I came in, you just kept teasing me!” You complained, arching your back as she took your nipple into her mouth, the other squeezing the other boob.

“You’ve become quite talkative, no?” She gave you one hard thrust.

“Shit, baby..it’s been more than half an hour now..I think they had all the time they needed, I should just leave you here to squirm and whine in my office while I go skin them alive for even thinking about talking to you!” You realised that you holding her back from her employees in her own building wounded her ego, so you just played along so she doesn’t start edging you.

“I’m sorry, daddy..j..just keep fucking me. It’s so good, GOD!” You screamed as she raised both your legs on her shoulders, causing the strap to get even deeper inside you.

She buried her face in your neck, breathing heavily as the base of her cock rubbed against her clit again. “Oh, no..sorry won’t do it” her hips began to falter and your legs shook at the same time.

You pulled her tie so she kisses you and when you both made eye contact, you whispered “cum for me daddy” and that was enough to send her over the edge, growling in your neck while you whined.

She kept her head there even after pulling out of you. “Was I too rough?” She whispered, kissing your jawline softly.

You ran your fingers through her jet black hair, shaking you head. “You were perfect” You kissed her lips, her black lipstick smudged around her lips.

“Lets get you cleaned up, baby” she picked up, taking you to the bathroom in her office.

———-

After you got all nice and clean and she took off her strap. She told you to wait in her office while she tells her assistant to get you something to eat until she actually goes to check that project.

“Fine by me” You grinned at her and she left, you wished you could access the cameras to see their interaction but decided it was better off to be clueless than the second-hand embarrassment you’ll get by watching them get yelled at by her.

A few minutes later, her assistant came in with a bag of food and handed it to you before leaving.

It was not 15 minutes late that Rhea called you, “come downstairs, we’re going home”.

———-

As you went downstairs, you saw Rhea already waiting for you in the lobby and took your hand to walk out to her car. You looked behind you, eyes scanning the lobby for Dominik and raised an eyebrow in question when you found him.

He gave you a thumbs up and you grinned. Rhea was impossibly hard to please, but just because she learned to please you, you did the same.

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[f1letters]

midnight rain | gr63

"chasing that fame, he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight"

summary: what happens when he decides his career will always be more important than their relationship?

warning: angst, overall just sad, heartbreak, breakup, swearing, mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of hate from fans and media, lowkey toxic George, the beginning of the story takes place at the end of 2021 when George was announced as the new Mercedes driver, happy-ish ending

pairing: george russell x reader

word count: 3.1k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts not only by the reader but also by other people.

well... this story REALLY wanted to be posted, iykyk 🤠 hope the wait was worth it and you enjoy the FINAL version of this story! haha

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Rain

Life as we know it is made of cycles.

A conversation started with a hello ends with a goodbye. The beautiful birth ends in a painful death. An open door eventually closes. A sunrise in the morning ends in a sunset at the end of the day. Light always ends in darkness.

And love is very similar to this philosophy of nature.

Like the long-awaited magnificent spring flowers, it is born out of nowhere, giving a new colour and a completely new meaning to our lives. It symbolizes a fresh start, a new chance. With it comes enthusiasm, warmth, eagerness. You wake up in the morning happier, looking forward to facing the day ahead. Everything looks better, more colourful, happier.

Spring was in fact beginning when Y/N met George.

She could still remember the 16-year-old boy at the back of the classroom, constantly lost in thought as he stared out the window. His eyes were on the pink blossoms beginning to bloom on the long branches of the old tree in the high school garden. The girl found herself thinking "Why does he look out there so much?" and hence her curiosity arose. She wanted, no, she needed to meet the quiet guy in the class.

She remembered it all too well, and she was convinced that she would never be able to forget it.

She would never be able to forget how no one made her laugh as he did. How his hand fit hers as if they were made for each other. How the scent of his perfume made her heart beat faster.

Young Y/N didn't know if soul mates were true, or a myth created by hopeless romantics. But of one thing she was sure: if anyone was hers, it was George Russell.

Two halves of the same heart made to unite, two souls destined to meet in this life and all the ones to come, two bodies attached by an invisible thread.

However, every spring inevitably leads to cold, harsh winters. Blue skies are replaced by dark clouds. The sun rays by thunder. The flowers by snow. The colour by grey.

Again, love always follows nature's trend and, as time goes by, it too inevitably leads to rain.

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

Years passed and with them went birthdays, anniversaries, Christmases, New Years, family gatherings and vacations. 

With them went births and funerals, laughter and tears, fights and reconciliations.

But although the wind changed with the seasons, one thing that always stayed the same was the passionate way that Y/N unconditionally supported her partner.

Seven years later, the young woman screamed his name from the audience with the same intensity as when she saw him win the first time in Formula 3. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest with the same anticipation as when she saw him become a Formula 2 champion.

It didn't really matter to her whether he was racing karts or Formula 1 cars, as long as he was happy and fulfilled, and although his world brought cages and fences with it, she never felt so free as when she had him by her side.

Everything suddenly seemed to change with the announcement of George's new contract at reigning champions Mercedes.

With the career opportunity of a lifetime came happiness, gratitude, finally the reward for all the effort not only by him but by everyone who was part of his support system.

But on the other hand, what for some was paradise... for others has become a torturous hell on earth.

All of a sudden, all eyes were on the Brit. All the media wrote about the talented star who was to succeed seven-time champion, Lewis Hamilton. All the attention was on him, and so was all the pressure.

And to be perfectly blunt, George lived for it. The fame, the luxury, the focus on him, it was everything he ever dreamed of. 

He lived for the flashes, for the applause, for the screams of the fans. 

The lights that seemed to blind Y/N were swiftly becoming the cause of the driver's tunnel vision.

My town was a wasteland

Full of cages, full of fences

Pageant queens and big pretenders

But for some, it was paradise

In the midst of all the chaos, the same eyes that put the driver on a pedestal were the ones that threw knives at the innocent girl for simply... Existing.

In the blink of an eye, and with her boyfriend's last season in the Williams team now wrapping up, all of the young woman's movements started to be carefully studied, millimetre by millimetre.

How dare she be so happy and smiling ear to ear when he just finish the race dead last.

Look at that frown on her face when her boyfriend scored points in a weak car like that.

She looks so annoyed to be there, so ungrateful.

She has a millionaire boyfriend and yet she doesn't have the money to hire a decent stylist.

My boy was a montage

A slow-motion, love potion

Jumping off things in the ocean

I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Everything was a critique. Because she did something, or because she didn't. Because she said this, or because she didn't say that. Because she used a white that was too white, or because she used a black that was too black.

George Russell was a montage, and she was just an accidental stain beside him ruining the perfect picture.

But she tried. 

For him, she tried to be the bride people wanted for him. And nothing hurts more than trying your absolute best and still not being good enough.

George's focus was solely on making his own name in the world of motorsports and Y/N ended up forgotten and overlooked by the man while she was facing a world of hate alone.

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

Suddenly two halves that once made a whole became two pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit together.

She was sunshine, he was midnight rain.

Y/N was sitting on her couch, just like every night. Propped up on her beige pillows, the young woman followed her daily routine of masochism and scrolled through screens and screens of comments about her, mentally taking notes of what could be improved.

She shouldn't do it, and she knew it herself, but the desire for approval and validation from others was more important to her than keeping her heart intact.

The unexpected sound of her doorbell woke her back to the real world and the girl was immediately confused, as she wasn't expecting anyone at that time of night.

The only company she wanted at that moment was the thunder that lit up the living room every couple of minutes.

The woman got up, putting her hands comfortably in the pockets of her sweater, and walked towards the entrance of her apartment. She looked through the silver peephole and a wave of panic ran through her entire body.

Fuck me, the team party.

Amid all the stress, Y/N completely forgot about the invitation until now she saw her boyfriend, in a full suit, standing there looking at the expensive watch on his wrist, indicating that she was fighting a ticking time bomb.

When she opened the door, George let himself in without even looking at her.

"So? We're already late." The man questioned, still with his vision glued to the counted minutes, while Y/N froze in her place, in her pyjamas, not knowing what to say.

"Why aren't you ready?" Russell questioned, confused and slightly upset with the girl. "It's almost midnight."

"Sorry my love, I completely forgot" Y/N answered sincerely, approaching her partner and placing a tender kiss on his cheek.

"How? I told you multiple times." The boy spoke angrily, releasing a frustrated sigh. "Come on. Go get ready quickly so we can get out of here. We're already going to be the last ones to arrive. Good job, Y/N." The irony escaped his tongue.

Although the guilt was already consuming her insides, the emotional exhaustion associated with the team only made her want to stay home more. She didn't have the energy to socialize, to make small talk, to keep up the shiny appearances.

"I don't feel like going, to be honest." The woman confessed, exhausted, crossing her arms in front of her chest defensively.

It came like a postcard

Picture perfect shiny family

Holiday peppermint candy

But for him, it's every day

"You never fucking do." His voice rose in pitch as he brought his hand to her hair, tugging at it, irritated with his girlfriend. "It's excuse after excuse. You never stop to think this shit is important to me and my career."

The words that escaped his mouth fell on the young woman like a bucket of cold water and, like the deafening lightning outside, the darkness charged through her and consumed her utterly.

There was no turning back.

"You must be fucking kidding me. This has to be a joke." She laughed humourless, in disbelief. "I'm the one who doesn't care. Me."

"What the fuck are you trying to say?" His eyes landed on her, sharp as knives. "Come on, say what you want to say. You started it, now you better finish it."

"What I mean is, I'm done with this picture perfect act. I'm tired of doing everything for you and getting nothing in return other than scorn, indifference, cold words." The girl screamed, releasing the feelings she had hidden for so long. "I never demand anything from you, I do what you ask me to do, I go where you want me to go, I act how I should act."

Y/N felt tears form in her eyes as she continued her rant. "All of that and what do I get in return? Nothing. Not even a single thank you. It's like you don't even care about me at all." A sob escaped the girl.

"Don't be dramatic, Y/N. For God's sake." George shook his head, completely dismissing his longtime partner's admissions.

"See?" A sob escaped the girl, now shattered and heartbroken. "It's all about you. I have zero value in this relationship. What are we even doing in it if you only care about your fucking self and Mercedes and Formula 1? I'm nobody in your life. You don't have space for me in your life anymore."

The driver looked dumbfounded at the girl in pyjamas while trying to understand what he was feeling in the face of her accusations.

Ignoring the time and the party that awaited him, George turned his back on his girlfriend, leaving her alone to cry sitting on the edge of her sofa, and went to her balcony, closing the glass door and creating a physical barrier between them.

How did things go so wrong all of a sudden?

Neither of them understood how such a warm, sunny love story could lead to the beginning of such a cold, rainy end.

So I peered through a window

A deep portal, time travel

All the love we unravel

And the life I gave away

'Cause he was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Putting some distance between them at that moment was undoubtedly the only viable option to avoid ruining everything. Although the future of the two was uncertain, both would rather die than tarnish the past that they shared over the years.

One minute became five, five became ten, and ten became twenty. 

In her anticipation, the sound of the clock hands seemed even louder than the thunderstorm on the other side of the window to Y/N.

Eventually, George returned to the living room, with his jacket now over his arm and a few drops of rain running down his forehead, resembling the tears that now also fell from his sad eyes.

Without breaking the deafening silence between them, the boy moved to the sofa and took his place next to the trembling girl, not a word escaping both of their mouths.

They were both afraid, but they knew what inevitably had to happen.

"This isn't working anymore, Y/N." George was the first to speak, sighing. "This is not healthy for either of us."

The young woman's head and heart battled within her.

On one hand, she knew; she knew it was right and she agreed that it would be better to end it there than to ruin something that until then had been wonderful, even with its challenges.

But her heart…the poor thing wasn't willing to give up the one person who she believed to be the love of her life.

The girl stood up abruptly, making Russell's neck turn towards her, caught by surprise. "No, no, it can't be. I'll just go get dressed and we will go to the party and everything will be fi-."

"Y/N." The man got up and grabbed her hands, keeping her at arm's length. "This. Us. It's hopeless. It's for the best."

"You can't do this to me." The girl screamed, full-on crying and sobbing now, in complete denial. "You can't, you just can't. Not after all the life I gave away for you. You can't, George."

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

She couldn't help but think of all the sacrifices she'd made for him, for his success even against her own well-being.

All the long flights she took to the other end of the world to support him no matter what place he ended up in. All the plans she cancelled to attend his celebrations, galas and dinners. All the mental health she put at risk. And now…she was alone, with nothing, no future, no hopes, no goals, no dreams.

She simply couldn't imagine a world where her future didn't involve him.

"This can't be the end…" She whispered, letting her inner thoughts escape.

George let his forehead rest against hers, savouring what they both knew were their last moments.

"I'm sorry for everything, love, I really am. You deserve so much more than this. But we want different things in our lives now, one of us would've ended up unhappy and resentful for having to be the one sacrificing everything."

The girl's silence was more than an answer for George, understanding that she agreed with him, even though both hearts felt like they were being ripped out of their chests at that moment.

The driver lifted his head until his lips reached the top of her head, where he placed a lingering, heartfelt kiss. His eyes closed tightly, trying to prevent more tears from spilling at the sound of the small girl's cries.

George broke away from the girl and, after letting his eyes study her image one last time, he walked to the apartment door and just left, not looking back once.

He knew that if he did he would never be able to make the right thing and let their beautiful story end there.

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

How to move on when the person you love leaves? Time.

And like the seasons, time moves on.

You learn to get out of bed again in the morning. Getting dressed to go to your family. Gaining motivation to get on the bus and go to work. Accepting invitations to have a drink or go out with friends, even when you want nothing but to stay in bed crying, eating some ice cream.

You don't feel whole all of a sudden, you might still feel like a part of you is missing but you learn to feel... okay.

Time moved forward, and Y/N slowly began to regain her happiness, now depending on no one but her.

Her life went on and she got just what she wanted: anonymity, peace, comfort.

After a year, she never thought of him daily like she used to.

Except when she turned on the TV in her hotel room, after returning from a girls' night in Cancun, and she saw him.

On top of the podium, the driver had finally accomplished his dream of winning a Grand Prix Prix for Mercedes and, with that, add his name in Formula 1's history.

She couldn't help thinking about the "what if"s.

While she would never be able to admit it to another soul, she couldn't help but think about how much she still hoped he was the one.

I guess sometimes we all get

Just what we wanted, just what we wanted

And he never thinks of me

Except for when I'm on TV

Whether haunted by the memories of them or the happiness she could only feel with him by her side, Y/N would survive the heartbreak, and she knew it.

Of course, she still loved him and she believed there would never be a day when she didn't.

But the beautiful thing about love is that you can love someone and want all the success in the world for them… and still go on without them.

What cold, dark, sad winter it was.

But spring always finds a way to come back.

I guess sometimes we all get

Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted

And I never think of him

Except on midnights like this

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[which-is-the-very-best]

Do you all nickname your pokemon?

If so what are some of your favorite nicknames from over the years?!

My most recent "I am very smart silly" was naming the female Abomasnow I found in Sleep Michelle

I usually go for hyperfixation names (hence my current Aziracrow names if you randomly happen to follow my Gomens sideblog lol) but I always tend to put WAY too much thought into it 😅

My water starters are almost always Kai (means water...again I am very creative) and Sylveon is always Beau (haha), I once named a Flareon/Glaceon duo Dani and Jon (since the Flareon was miraculously a girl) because I was on the last season of GoT (before we knew), Espeon and Umbreon are usually Kore/Aidoneus (iykyk 😁) and Staravia is usually Altair, while Corvinight is Joan!

What are some of your favorite names?

[umi-adxhira]

I got inspired from the cursed Mc ask and I was thinking what would the suitors think about an mc who doesn’t speak much but it’s only until the suitors are in danger that she warns the suitors to cover their ears and uses her curse being “ Sirens song” to control the attackers and lure them into the water ( the draw back is that she would lose her voice for some time hence why she doesn’t talk much ) , how would they react? ( sorry this was long)

𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐌𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ, ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ, ʀᴏɢᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴇʟ, ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ, ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: In her My Little Pony era (iykyk)

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗

He always knew there was something off about you. He wasn't sure what it was, but the nagging feeling in his heart disappeared

He finds you very useful. He doesn't hope to use you to his advantage because you can easily catch on and use your song against him, so he keeps it safe for now

"Who knew my little Robin was this powerful, hmmm? And at the expense of your own voice... my my my, you're too cute,"

#𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘

Always kiss your neck whenever you use your siren's song because he thinks your neck hurts after. It doesn't... but he still does it

When you first used it, he wished he could have opened his ears. He bet you must have sounded heavenly

"My love, would you be a dear and sing me a lullaby my mother sang to me when I was younger... I always wanted to hear your sweet song,"

#𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

Honestly, he wished his curse was cooler than that like yours. He understands the side effects, but still. So cool

He doesn't like that you can't talk after you use your curse, but he still somehow understands everything with a simple facial expression or a nod

"I want to hear your voice, my precious angel! Aaahhh, maybe later, let those vocal chords rest up!"

#𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀

If only your voice was an obtainable object, then he could keep it forever with him. He'll place it on the top of his desk, for everyone to see, knowing that they can't have what's his

Was surprised when he found out about your curse. He asked you if you were okay after taking down the enemy, and you simply nodded. He worries for you, but he knows you'll be okay

"Do you need water? I can get some for you... no? Okay, we'll stay in bed until you're okay,"

#𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀

He probably already figured out about your curse, which was why he already covered his ears before you could tell him to cover them

I feel like one time he actually didn't close his ears on purpose to hear you sing... no regrets

"I'm okay...! My dear, no need to worry about me, don't apologise. I'm fine, all is well,"

#𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋

He was surprised. He never heard about anyone having a curse outside of the crown. Of course, he is very interested, so he will probably research you (with consent)

Always make you drink warm water after using your curse so your voice can go back to normal faster

"Drink this, dove... it's water, not some potion. I promise, haha. Don't you trust me?

#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀

The woman was too stunned to speak

I feel like this man was so shocked he went silent for a few minutes before Ellis had to shake him back from the dead

Will probably ask you to help him in negotiations in his company or for missions, but will never push you past your limit

"Yer fucking crazy, you know that, right? How long were you gonna keep this from me, eh?"

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Woooww, his lover is so cool! His reaction is pretty much the same as Liam, but more worried and doting

A kiss on the forehead whenever you use your curse, so he knows how much he appreciates you

"Seeing you out there makes me so happy, love. I want to stay with you forever, and hear your sweet voice,"

#𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

Also probably knew as well, but knew because he was informed by the Queen, unlike Alfonse who is a smarty-pants

Does that funny thing where he wraps his hair around your neck like a scarf whenever you use your song, so you feel better

"How long were you going to keep me in the dark? Oh, how wounded am IIII~?

©️umi-adxhira [24/07/2023]

[ikamigami]

I wish that we could see more of Sun playing Shipwrecked 64 :3

It's so fitting (hence why I think they chose that game for him to play) iykyk ^^

You're actually the real monster that killed everyone even if you try to convince yourself otherwise..

That reminds of Sun and Moon's Poppy Playtime playthrough..

Especially the first part of it with that dream sequence..

For me it seemed that Sun was almost in a panic state/scared of what was happening there unlike in second part..

Which only strengthen what I think about Sun that he considers himself to be evil monster killer..

Cause Sun mostly seemed to be more scared when in parts related to guilt.. He even said that he didn't do anything when he saw words carved into the floor saying "Guilt haunts you"..

And he was terrified when he tried to escape Nightmare Huggy Wuggy..

Also it's not the first time when Sun seems more anxious and scared during gameplays when there's guilt involved..

For me it seemed as if Sun always took these parts more seriously compared to everything else..

[chthonicgodling]

The Taki Fuego “BEST OF” Clip Show*~ the first half!

[next! first half • interlude1 • second half • interlude 2 • epilogue]

aka scenes from the past few months (prior to any chaos recently ensued): COMEDY HOUR

wWell!…… well well well. In the wake of our most recent turns of events aka the rise & resolution of quick text-only-tumblr-reveal-exclusive Elysium drama over the past few weeks - iykyk - instead of acknowledging any of THAT in my art, I thought it would be most appropriate to backtrack a bit instead first.

So The Taki Fuego Situation chugs along dutifully! Recap: Tory & Maci & Loki entangled into a psychosexual ridiculous trio that has only intensified as time has gone on. They (Tory, with Maci smirking over his shoulder) have gotten Loki pregnant and they’re all now expecting a baby! This kind of threeway nonsense is actually par for the course for Maci & Tory with all their friends but for sasssome reason this time feels different (TO ME, DELUSIONALLY). As in It’s not a throuple!!!! I have no intention of making a throuple!!! And yet…….

These little pieces are each bits of FULLY CANON CONVOS that have occupied my brain wholly through these past few months. Specifically, these lines all take place in the vague space of time between the baby announcement comic collection (and also this delicious thing), all the way up until…… (coughs) some recent chaos that I live-blogged through text posts (which I am NOT linking we’re in the past right now!!! SHH!!)

The main purpose of these drawings is reeeeally to serve as formal-informal-pseudo Elysium Drama Updates, as in, release of information & status updates canonized in ART, outside of my squealing essays! Like here specifically: deets about the mystery baby Loki is pregnant with????? iiiintetesting???

The secondary purpose though: as we know, I draw comics solely for expressions and dialogue. lol. and some of this dialogue was so. SO. fgkfkgkgkg oh my GGGGOD LMAO I JUST DESPERATELY WANTED TO SHARE IT????? they’re hSO FUCKING FUNNY I-

I did forget how to draw before I drew these hence the SKETCHINESS But I kinda dig it. And as always always always always, special gushing thanks to my better half the tumblr hiatus’d @fenixethekid for both gleefully enabling this nonsense with me and being responsible for Tory & all his dialogue (in orange). Maci is mine and you know what?? ELoki is mine too idc.

Next part incoming sooner rather than later: stay tuned👀