#more to come

[doomedmoth]

Formula 1 • Masterlist

Charles Leclerc

Better kind of best friend or when you fall in love with your best friend without knowing she has a boyfriend // Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux x Charles Leclerc

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Daniel Ricciardo

Not fast, just furious or when Daniel starts dating a barmaid with 0 media training // Reader x Daniel Ricciardo smau

more to come soon 🦋

[brettmeow]

I heard the entire gomens fandom was on tumblr

[littleskrib]

A moments embrace |25022024 - | based on "Perfect Slaughter" by asterdurge

reader discretion is advised, pls read the tags before checking it out

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[kalo-pop]

i made a lot more of these guys actually

[not-mirage]

Vanilla Astarion vs G I G A CHAD Gale

[alevolpe]

Collection of melancholic/creepy Sailor Moon art.

[ettelenethelien]

Hobbit music genres:

Cautionary Tale About How Listening to Wizards Will Get You Eaten by A Dragon (But With a Happy Ending Because We Aren't Barbarians)

That Time the Major Ended Up Looking Ridiculous

My Uncle Grew The Biggest Cabbage Ever

Making Fun of Lotho Pimple

Something That Might Have Been a First Age Legend But Went Through Several Fairytales and Is Now Unrecognisable

Something That Might Have Been a Newer Legend and Is (Only) Somewhat More Recognisable

My Grandma Lost Her Prized Saucer

I Am Not a Poet But the Lass I Love Is Pretty

I Like Spring and Flowers

Fireworks!

We Are Tooks and Gandalf Is Actually Fun

Tooks Are Weird

Bucklanders Are Also Weird And Breelanders Are Weirder

Cautionary Tale Why Boats Are Dangerous

Islands Are Dangerous Too (We Heard One Drowned But We Thankfully Don't Know Any Details So We Made Up a Story About Giant Turtles)

There Might Have Been an Elf in the Wood and We're Not Sure How We Feel About That

Gondor music genres:

My Love Got Killed While He Was in The Army

Let's Lament Lost Numenor

Rousing Patriotic Song

We Still Love The Tale of Beren and Luthien

There Once Was a Mortal Man Who Killed A Dragon and We're Very Proud of This (The Rest of the Story Is Horrible and We Don't Want To Remember It)

Origin Story for the Mysterious Singer By the Sea (Accuracy Level: 2/10 But At Least We Correctly Guessed It's an Elf)

Ithilien Is Occupied By Mordor and This Is Sad

We Will Show Sauron Not To Mess With Us

Drinking Song With Way Too Nice a Melody (A Wandering Minstrel Made It Up and He Might Have Been an Elf)

The King Will Return. One Day.

[skywerse]

wake up it's yuri o'clock

[diageticaromantic]

you are in a room. with a werewolf that knows exactly where you are

[styleswithaseaview]

some of my fav lhh pics bc it’s my fav era and needs to be celebrated

[dreamaboutwhathappens]

something i’ve been thinking about for a long time is how, thematically, lover and midnights are perfect opposites. what sent me down this rabbit hole was how i noticed that the lover and midnights bodysuits on the eras tour are opposites — the bright light colors for lover and the super dark blues for midnights — and then i was like “oh AND they bookend the tour!” and then it got me Thinking

[babooshkart]

good soup

[sancteye]

bnnuy

[monsterloverwriting]

You thought it was a mask.

For two years, two very long years, you would catch glimpses of your stalker. Honestly you weren't even sure when it started, had it only been two years or had it been longer and they only started getting braver and braver. For the last two years the stalker has hidden less and left more and more behind after each "visit".

Your first glimpse of them, the long, large engulfing shadow of them loomed at the edge of the tree line by your drive way. Their face hidden, it was obviously a trick or the street light how big they were. You check the locks and did your best to sleep, ignoring the sound of the front steps and the loud thump on your porch. The box containing a deer's hind leg was bagged and put in the trash can.

The next night it was closer the shadow just as large the face long, still hidden however the outline of antlers visible between the branches of the trees it stood between. Shadows and anxiety were playing tricks on you, the same routine.

Check the locks, ignore the sounds, throw out the heart left on your door mat.

The police already made it clear there was nothing they would do. So this has become your routine.

Watch as the shadow gets closer, see something new and strange about the figure, the long face seemingly made out of bone, the towering form only growing larger as it gets closer, the unnatural red glow of the stalkers eyes. (It had to be an elaborate mask). Check the locks, ignore the sounds of a "gift" being left for you, throw away whatever it was in the morning.

The morning after it stood close to your porch, still technically in the trees, yet so close a brisk walk would have your stalker through your door in seconds. You found a much smaller box than normal on your mat, the beautiful wrapping catching your interest and curiosity. You never saw them in the mornings, and it couldn't be a part of an animal unless it was incredibly small. Curiosity got the better of you as you gently peeled the paper away from the box. It was a jewelry box. Stealing yourself as you gently lifted the lid you were actually surprised to find a beautiful ring, a thin silver band encrusted with diamonds with a beautiful sapphire resting delicately in the center. Genuinely taken a back by the sudden change in present type you find yourself looking around again before placing it just inside the door wondering if you can take it to the jewelry store later potentially get the name of the person who bought it. Maybe this could finally come to an end.

That night you didn't see the person standing in the woods. The lack of the glowing red eyes put you at ease. Relieved that maybe tonight routine can be different, maybe you can actually get some real sleep for the first time in two years. It wasn't until after you laid down and heard the familiar sound of heavy foot falls on your porch steps that you realized your mistake. You're break in routine. Before you could throw the covers off the front door was open. Before your feet even touched the floor the door to your room was gently pressed open the large form dwarfing the doorway as the antlers on the mask (was it a mask?) scrapped against the top of the door jam as he ducked through it.

The large stalker, larger than you could have assumed from ever seeing him before, delicately held the ring box in his furred paw.

"You finally accept my gift and do not wear it. Why do you slight me, my morsel." His voice was deep bass that rolled through the room commanding attention. That's when it dawned on you, the skeletal maw, the maw moved as he spoke.

Oh God. It wasn't a mask.

"I... You... You're not allowed in here. I don't want you in here." Your voice was meak and soft. There was no conviction in your words as you looked over the monster standing in your room, the tips of his antlers scraping against the ceiling despite him hunching.

"Morsel, you accepted my mating gift. I've been offering them for two long years waiting for you to see me, accept me. You're mine now and I am yours." Your breath quickened as the monster took a step toward you, only to be let out in a whoosh as he fell to his knees before you perched on your bed.

"I will protect, defend, and satisfy your every need. Use me as you wish. I am at your command." He nearly whispered as he gently reached forward, grabbing your stunned left hand, carefully sliding the ring on your finger his hands making yours seem impossible small as he carefully brought your hand to his skeletal lips placing what you had to assume was a kiss against the back of your hand.

[birdperselias]

memory rick doodles :)

shout out to that frame of him in the show where he's in his flesh curtains outfit. will miss u forever

VOTE MEMORY RICK @ultimaterickshowdown TODAY!!!

[rwrbmovie]