#lew speaks

[babey-lewis]

I wish my health (physical and emotional/mental) was better. I'd really like to take on a little, but I just can't commit to that at the moment with everything going on. I wish life was easier, so we could all be friends and take care of each other.

[princemick]

LEWIS -- sunday, 2023 Azerbaijan GP

[vivwritesfics]

https://pin.it/6OhBgLPn3

Look how cute he is omg

this is the face of a man who has just smelt something rancid (i NEED to kiss him lmao)

[liloinkoink]

I discovered your treesekai AU way, way too late, but it now lives rent-free in my head, at least as long as this iteration of my sleep-deprived shenanigans lasts. I want to see the domestic side of their time together before it goes to shit; the little quirks that Martyn can’t quite let go of that Ren finds strange but amusing (the odd turn of phrase, reaching for a phone that isn’t there, complaining about a lack of HVAC when he thinks nobody’s there, etc). The way that their habit of kissing each other on the hand evolved over time. Ren teaching Martyn how to use a knife. Stuff like that. I want to draw and/or write it myself, but I don’t trust myself to do it justice.

Sorry to randomly send you an ask about an old AU, hope I didn’t bother you.

“way way late” “old au” my friend treesekai is barely six months old. it’s not even off my ao3 profile’s front page. if this is old i shudder to think what you’d call third life. which is to say you’re all good dude

anyway. domestic treesekai is something that can be so personal. just for you here’s a bit of the first scene of the sequel ghast won in a bet that i started and haven’t yet finished

…Even though he’s aware no one realizes he was looking for someone in particular, he’s still embarrassed to walk away alone. He feels… stood up, almost, though he might be projecting. The wound of the engagement party is still fresh in his mind, after all—waiting for nearly an hour in the hall for his fiancé, only to find the man already inside, surrounded in happy, touchy guests.

Ren still stings.

Dwelling on the memory is probably why Ren isn’t looking where he’s going, which is why he walks right into someone. The man stumbles back, off balance, and Ren doesn’t think twice about grabbing his waist to catch him.

“Uh,” the man says. He’s blond, with a black headband tied around his forehead. His hair is damp, as is the front of his shirt, and he smells like he’s been exercising. Ren doesn’t think he saw the man training with the knights outside, though his features seem somehow familiar. Ren stares a moment, trying to figure out where he’s seen the man, only to watch as his face grows steadily redder and redder.

“Your majesty?” the man almost squeaks, and Ren remembers himself. He drops the man’s waist, letting him fall entirely to the floor.

“Sorry! I thought you’d caught yourself!” Ren says, holding his hand out to help the man to his feet. He stares at Ren’s hand for a moment, though before Ren can retract it, he places his palm in Ren’s hold.

Only when the man’s fingers are held in Ren’s own does Ren recognize him. How could he not, after all, recognize the same hand seared so clearly into his memory?

“You’re the knight from the engagement party,” Ren gasps, and the knight Ren has spent the last few nights lying awake thinking about blanches.

“I, uh,” he fumbles, “There were a lot of knights at the engagement party.”

“But only one who spoke to me in the hall,” Ren says, pulling the man to his feet, “Only one who told me he’d give me a hand.” Ren clasps the man’s hand in both of his own, staring into his eyes, “Only one whose name I’d like to know.”

The knight stares at him, seemingly unaware of his mouth hanging open. Ren would feel guilty, but if he didn’t want to be left in shock, then maybe he shouldn’t have done it to Ren first.

“Martyn!” calls another voice. The man’s head snaps over, and Ren knows his name—Martyn, the knight from the engagement party; Martyn, the stranger bold enough to call out the king’s foolish optimism to his face; Martyn, the only man in the world who wants Ren to be happy.

“There you are! When you ran off like that—” another man runs through, skidding down the hall, “Your majesty?!”

This knight, Ren does know—his name is Skizzleman, though most people call him Skizz. Martyn drops Ren’s hand as Skizz stops beside them, looking anywhere but Ren’s face.

“Hello, Sir Skizzleman,” Ren greets.

“Hello, your majesty!” Skizz bows in greeting. When Martyn doesn’t copy the motion, Skizz not-so-subtly elbows him in the side.

“Sorry, your majesty, don’t mind him,” Skizz explains. He stands up, then smacks his Martyn’s head down into a bow, “He has a head injury.”

“A head injury? How did you sustain that?” Ren asks, concerned.

“I… don’t remember?”

“It was a very bad injury,” Skizz adds, with a sage nod. He releases Martyn, who rubs at the back of his head as he straightens up again.

[lenfaer]

i do wanna make a little edit of all the little parallels lanfear forces into her dynamic with rand because it all feels really telling about what she actually *wants* out of this relationship

[binarybitex]

been in the mood to draw fem lewis ngl .... 🥵

[myrxellabaratheon]

WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME ALFIE SPEAKS ITALIAN IN SAS? (I know it’s like two words “Si, inglese” but godddddd fuck!!)

[ameriel]

thanks for playing 💕

[jostystyles]

the new monica and lew interview

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

(first sentence meme)

Now he wasn't saying the place was haunted, but he definitely wasn't not saying it, either.

(fandom and character/au of choice!)

(y'know it's been a minute since i did anything msa... and per usual i'm absolute dogshit at sticking to that sentence limit. honestly i forgot it even existed this time) (src - still open!)

It wasn't just the age—though it was old—but old places weren't inherently haunted, in Arthur's opinion. Sure, every place tended to acquire a sort of... flavor, over time, as they were lived in, but sometimes that vibe was calm. Peaceful.

This place was—not. It was not that, even if Vivi apparently couldn't feel it. It had an almost oppressive air of anger to it, low and simmering, like the old walls were glaring daggers down at them. And it felt... there was this nagging in the back of his head, like something he was forgetting that he should have remembered. Something important about this place. That meant something.

Per usual, though, his vocal complaints were being ignored—until they came to a bigger room. It might have been some kind of theater, once, or a performance hall, or—

Any speculation was cut short when the centerpiece of the room—sparked, immediately making everything else a distantly secondary concern. That feeling of hatred spiked with it, too, sending his heart rate instantly through the roof—and seriously, if Vivi thought he was still making shit up now—

"You've got a lot of nerve, K," a voice echoed around the vast room, "waltzing back in here like nothing's wrong."

The fire—the fire that radiated an entire spectrum of warm colors, edging into a magenta that couldn't be anything natural—coalesced into a form that was starting to look almost—human.

"Your expression says you maybe haven't remembered me yet," it—he says. "That's fine."

He waves one hand, and a whip of fire whirls around the edge of the room, making doors that definitely weren't there before all slam in an almost rhythmic thunk-thunk-thunk.

A pair of neon-white eyes glare like they're trying to burn holes through his skull. It feels almost like they're succeeding.

"I'm more than happy to help remind you."

[babey-lewis]

Hello hello my little ones! I have a little announcement. I'm sorry if I'm not as active today, I'm not feeling very well due to my disabilities. I'm okay! But I just need to rest

[dukesoakedoats]

Ask game Dukie!

12 - Which character do you think you would get along with most in real life? And who would you not get along with at all?

if we are speaking show wise I think I would best get along with Paddy (wow no surprise there) I don’t know I just feel like we could bond over the same things. Yearning for love but being scared of it, being repressed for your sexuality or ethnicity and being a bit psychotic. I would love to read some pottery with him and listen to his input and his interpretations. He’s also constantly told how to act and forced to be this mad dog and with similar things like that happening to me when I was younger we could simmer in that angry hateful soup. I love Paddy Mayne , dare I say more than Eoin.

NOW I was gonna write that German traitors name but I shan’t. That one’s pretty obvious beacause 1- Generational Trauma and 2- MY POOR FRENCHIES😭😭.

But if we are talking like the MAIN boys I would have to say Jock Lewes. He would just piss me off I could see it. He’d tell me off and scold me and I’d get angry and do it again (like a cat) I love that man but he reminds me so much of my irl best friend who I often argue with and I already have her for that, I don’t need another one (especially a posh one)

[vivwritesfics]

https://pin.it/gSfeywuh3

@nurse-sainz ANOTHER

no but spoiler alert he is a big dick boy and Imma spend my day tomorrow writing bob/rhett smut (so send stuff in i beg i need him in a concerning way)

[sodafrog13]

o)-( <- thinking abt her (ginger root's album nisemono)

[binarybitex]

it is rlly wild bc i do genuinely think, if given the time and energy, i could create, like, 6 separate books about Heart Hollow. maybe even 7 ??? like, thats how much story i could delve into. what the fuck is my brain cooking up there. someone tell it to stop i have enough narrative as it is

[the8thsphynx]

I can’t even post the bomb Goetia/Alt Alcides naughty WIP sketches on here bc they’ll get sniped, too…