#lightning bolt WISHES

[cultivating-wildflowers]

woke up to soft thunder and a light rain. the world is drenched and the sky is gray and all of the colors are more vivid by contrast and there are mourning doves in the trees.

[wish-friday]

Inazuma pics from the cleansing questline, this place is so pretty. 😭

[pearfight]

FLORIDA IS GETTING NOT ONE BUT TWO OUTDOOR GAMES NEXT YEAR !!!

[lu-lus-dicks]

alr you and @the-aprilfools-bitch do you have like a persona or sumthin i wanna draw sumthin

I remember @the-aprilfools-bitch had one on their blog. I don't really have one so I guess I'll turn one of the OC in a project I'm working on irl into a persona of mine

Too lazy to reqork this and make it into a demon rn but that's sorta what he looks like.

No one cares but he's a character I made for an original animation series that I haven't picked up for almost a year now. He's really dumb, can't read and that's why he's named mylz. It's supposed to be miles but since he can't read or write he spells it mylz because that's the symbols he most commonly associates with the sounds of his name.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

okay, i finished my atla rewatch a couple hours ago and i've been a Lump ever since

[doodlebeeberry]

objectober day 14: beach

a lot of things wash ashore when it rains

kinda lost the lead on this one quite a bit

[soccerpunching]

⚡️ zanark 👀

I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO ANSWER THIS!!

My other zanark HC is that he has OCD, I had this hc since my second watch of chrono stone but it was something that im too afraid to say before like all of my disability hcs. For everyone with OCD, you are highly encouraged to kick me in the jaw (criticize me) if you find my words offending or ignorant (please point it out if im being insensitive).

i initially based this strictly on the way he talks and his catchphrase that he say a lot. it felt like it's something that he needed to do. something that he cant stop doing even if he wants to. but he does really want say it most of the time.

i hope this does not sound like im romanticizing intrusive thoughts (as someone who have dangerous ones) but i also think that what made him capable of miximaxing with a super typhoon is because he wasn't able to find a coping strategy that was able to help him through this (because he was in a prison). his intrusive thoughts were harder for him to manage... and became what they called his chaos in the series (which also canonically made it difficult for him to use his powers). i hope this was not ableist of me to say (but tell me if it is!!).

another thing, a bit unrelated to the hc i had above... not to bring zanakurou again on another zanark hc; but i genuinely believe that given that zanark had parents to raise him and wasn't given to a shit organization that puts kids in time warping prisons, he would have been just like zanakurou. with the chaos within himself strictly (and painfully/still unhealthily) managed for the honor and pride of his (chosen) family. he just gives me the vibes.

[oh-my-wizard-god]

Happy Halloween! The horrors are all inside of me!

[orangepanic]

In honor of the Holiday Heist that brought me to your awesome writing: all the newspapers speculating on the unnamed but very handsome gentleman in the gorgeous coastal estate with the personal security provided by Lin Beifong herself. Smash cut to the two of them naked in bed reading those newspapers and laughing themselves sick about the theories.

MO CE's MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR? Long-time residents of the quiet neighborhood of Koiview are abuzz with speculation about their newest resident. The extensive private security, however, aren't talking. Only the gilded top of the sparkling new oceanfront mansion is visible behind high walls patrolled 24/7 by stone-faced men and women seemingly intent on keeping the owner's identity a secret. What's more, the town council isn't giving up the property records, either. Yet no man is an island, and a few of Koiview's more watchful residents have been treated to glimpses of their clandestine neighbor.

"He's clearly some kind of mover star," says Hina Ho, 77. "You can tell by the hair."

Lin burst out laughing.

"What?" drawled Zolt. He combed his fingers through his salt and pepper locks. "Missing that monk's shiny ball sack of a head already?"

"Oh, shut up," she said and slapped his hand away. "You're so vain."

"Not without reason." Zolt gave her a wolfish smile. "Seeing that you're already naked, how would you like to be fucked by a mover star?"

Lin rolled her eyes, set her champagne on the nightstand, then pushed him roughly onto his back on the bed. "You'd better live up to your reputation," she huffed.

Zolt grinned back at her. "I always have."

[backtodecembertv]

as a majorly petty hater it is so hard for me to accept that the best revenge really is living well

[gaydaigo]

this week's song is call me call me by steve conte!

[freaky-flawless]

Lowkey, the Potion Bottle Mini's have cuter and more interesting designs than a lot of the actual dolls.

[wizardofderpiness]

Not me rereading my own fanfics and getting obsessed again with kingdoms of amalur. psh no. that's that dude over there. *pointing away, no ones there and when you look back i tripped over my own feet trying to run away*

[femmehepbvrn]

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[ari-ana-bel-la]

I was wondering if you could please do one where max’s (or Lando’s you chose) daughter starts karting and wins here first race with all of her favorite grid uncles there

Little Racer

The paddock buzzed with excitement that Saturday morning, not because of any Formula 1 action, but because a certain little girl with golden hair and sky-blue eyes was about to take on her latest karting race.

Yn tugged on her tiny race suit, the orange and blue colors matching her Papa's old team. The suit looked just a touch too big on her, but she wore it with pride. Her helmet sat nearby, a bright pink with little lightning bolts that she had insisted on—“because I’m fast like Papa,” she’d declared with a grin that melted Max’s heart every single time.

Max stood nearby, arms crossed, eyes locked on every strap and buckle as if she were about to get into an F1 car rather than a kart. Kelly sat with Charles and Daniel under the canopy nearby, watching the scene unfold with amused expressions.

“I swear,” Kelly said, sipping her coffee, “he’s more stressed before her race than he is before a Grand Prix.”

Charles chuckled. “He’s been checking that helmet for the past twenty minutes. It’s a helmet, mate, not a spaceship.”

Daniel leaned over and whispered to Pierre, “Ten bucks says he forgets to breathe during the race.”

Pierre grinned. “You’re on.”

Meanwhile, Max knelt down in front of Yn, adjusting her gloves. “Are you sure everything feels okay, schatje?”

Yn nodded eagerly. “Yes, Papa! It’s perfect! Look!” She bounced on the balls of her feet and struck a dramatic pose. “I’m ready to zoom!”

Max smiled, but it was tight. “Okay. But remember—take the inside line into turn three. You’ve been braking too early.”

“I know, I know,” she giggled. “You told me that, like, a hundred times!”

“Because I care,” Max said seriously, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re fast, baby, but smart wins races.”

She tilted her head, frowning a little. “But I always get second or third.”

“That’s because you’re still learning. But you’ll get there. You always do.”

Kelly walked over then and placed a gentle hand on Max’s shoulder. “Let her have fun, Max. It’s supposed to be fun.”

Max sighed. “I know. I just—she’s so small.”

“She’s also a Verstappen,” Kelly teased. “She was born ready.”

As Yn was called to the starting grid, she ran off with her tiny karting team, giving Max a double thumbs-up. “Wish me luck!”

“Good luck!” the group of drivers shouted behind her in unison.

Max remained planted in the same spot, watching the little kart go, lips pressed in a line.

“You gonna breathe, man?” Carlos teased, walking up and clapping Max on the back.

“Barely,” Max muttered.

Lando snickered. “He’s going to cry, I swear.”

The race started, and the tension around Max increased by the second. The screen showed the little karts darting around the track, and every time another kart got too close to Yn, Max’s jaw clenched. His hands gripped the edge of the barrier, knuckles white.

“She’s fine,” Fernando said calmly. “She’s in third and holding her line well.”

“Oh God, that kid behind her is getting too close—” Max started, but then Yn took a sharp move on the next turn and overtook second place.

Daniel whooped. “She’s flying!”

“Still needs to catch the leader though,” Pierre pointed out.

Lap after lap, she gained ground. And then, on the final lap, just before the last corner, Yn made a daring move that made the entire group leap to their feet.

“She’s going for it!” Charles shouted.

“No way—” Carlos muttered.

And then—she did it. Yn crossed the finish line in first place.

Max didn’t even react for a moment. His brain needed a full five seconds to process what had just happened. His baby girl had won.

“She did it,” he whispered, almost in disbelief. “She won.”

Kelly clapped her hands and kissed his cheek, eyes shining. “She did it, Max!”

Max barely registered anything else. He was already jogging toward the parc fermé where little Yn was jumping up and down next to her kart, helmet off, hair sticking to her forehead, eyes wide with joy.

“PAPA!” she squealed, launching herself into his arms.

Max caught her, lifting her high off the ground. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, hugging her tightly, his eyes damp. “So, so proud.”

“I won, Papa! I won! Did you see me? I did what you said! I took the inside!”

“You were perfect,” Max choked out, kissing her temple. “My little champion.”

The other drivers soon joined, surrounding her with praise and affection.

“You’re the coolest kid ever,” Daniel said, giving her a high-five.

“First win, huh?” Pierre grinned. “You’ll be faster than your Papa in no time.”

“I waved at you!” Yn beamed from the podium, grinning as she held up a shiny, golden little trophy. “Did you see me waving?”

“We saw, chérie!” Charles called out, clapping.

“You’re a legend now,” Lando said, pretending to wipe a tear. “Our little legend.”

“I wanna do it again,” Yn declared proudly. “I wanna win more!”

“You will,” Max promised, arms still tightly around her. “But this one? This one’s special. It’s your first.”

And he looked at her trophy with the kind of admiration that no WDC title could ever match.

The house was quiet, wrapped in the gentle stillness of late night. Yn had fallen asleep hours ago, snuggled into her bed, still in her pajamas covered in little race cars. Her tiny trophy rested beside her on the nightstand, glinting softly under the warm light of her night lamp.

In the living room, Kelly walked in with a mug of tea, only to find Max kneeling in front of their large trophy shelf.

“What are you doing?” she asked softly, amused.

Max was carefully rearranging things, gently pushing his latest WCC trophy to the side. His WDCs joined it, shuffled just slightly away from the spotlight.

Right in the center, now placed on a small elevated platform of its own, was Yn’s trophy.

“She deserves center stage,” Max murmured without looking back.

Kelly chuckled, sitting on the couch. “You do realize it’s a four-inch plastic cup, right?”

Max finally stood and turned to her, arms crossed, nodding. “Exactly. And it means more to me than all the rest combined.”

Kelly raised a brow. “You’re so whipped, it’s ridiculous.”

Max shrugged, walking over and dropping onto the couch beside her. “That’s my daughter. My little champion. You saw her today—she was flawless. Brave. Smart. Calm. Four, and she was more composed than I was at twenty-two.”

“She really was,” Kelly said softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

They sat in silence for a moment before Max whispered, “You think it’s too soon to get her a custom kart?”

Kelly snorted. “Max.”

“I’m just saying. Maybe carbon fiber—lightweight chassis—”

“Max.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “Next month.”

Kelly rolled her eyes fondly. “You’re impossible.”

He grinned, glancing toward the trophy case again, where one small trophy gleamed in the spotlight like it belonged in a museum.

“But admit it,” he said with a soft smile, “it looks pretty good up there, huh?”

Kelly looked and then smiled. “Yeah. It really does.”

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

[vampirekinn]

Wishing death on people over a fictional ship is fucking vile. Grow up and do better.

You mean the "fictional" ship of the two historical slave owners? That one?