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📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: lando’s usually well spent sunday off with his girlfriend is different this time around. you put off your everything shower and wash-day causing some edits to the usual routine. how the night ends, however, is 100% lando’s fault. 📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: fluff/borderline?crack(if u think im funny). one or two mentions of sex, not explicit at all. not edited to beta-read. 📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k words 📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: lando norris x black!fem!reader 📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: oneshot 📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: singing in the shower ~ becky g

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: preface: hello! it’s late night or early morning for me, i guess, when i’m posting this. i was going to say this is my first rpf ever, but that’s a bold-faced lie ☠️but! it is my first f1 work! i hope you enjoy it! i’d love to have some f1 mutuals out here, if anyone wants <3. also requests are open, just come talk to me and ramble about anything, or any idea you have the f1 boys, i’d love to have some great anons and asks to fulfill. hope you enjoy it :)

it’s a rare sunday where you and lando are both home together. usually you two would take advantage of this and make the most out of it. you’d lay in bed late into the morning with an excessively cuddly boyfriend, cook a nice and healthy brunch together you cook, lando handles the soundtrack and vibes because he loses all coordination in the kitchen, play a co-op video game that you guys have been working your way through for a month, go out on a nice little dinner date, and have great sex before knocking out.

HOWEVER, this week you have kinda forgotten that you need to do your hair. originally you had an appointment that tuesday to get a silk press done with your usual hairstylist, but she canceled on you. once you got that “hey girly...” text you’d known there was no hope of rescheduling, for that week at least. so, you decided to do your own hair sometime later in the week, but your boyfriend was home for the first time after a triple-header, and was a terrible lovely distraction. you also had to work, unfortunately, you had to clean the flat, you had to eat, and you had to breathe—so understandably, you’ve ended up pushing your wash-day/hair-day and everything-shower to the last minute.

you apologized several times to lando during breakfast for your forgetfulness and wasting valuable “boyfriend-girlfriend time” as lando coined. but lando is lando—a sweetheart at his core—so he refused to accept your apologies with an “don’t apologize for something so minor, love,” and even offered to help you tackle the fight you end up almost losing every time…. vs. your hair. 

you kindly denied his assistance knowing damn well that if he was in the shower with you, your hair wouldn’t be done until late that night due to a different type of lando-distraction. you suggested that lando streamed while you were doing your shower and hair, and that you could still go out for dinner that evening. lando was pretty receptive to the idea, especially after he made sure that you were 100% okay with him not helping you do your hair (he usually does, you’ve got him trained pretty good; all he needs is the license at this point), and the fact that it’s been like 3 months since he last streamed.

lando posts that he’s streaming starting at noon, and after a brief make out against the sink post-dishwashing that leaves your lips swollen and head foggy, he goes to take a shower and start setting up his stream equipment. cursing lando’s smug-ass face as he walks away, you let him know that you're stepping out to the beauty supply store to get a few items before you start your little routine and that you might not see him before his stream starts. he does a 180, and rushes back to you from down the hallway to give you one more mind boggling kiss and with a smile says, “text me when you get there and when you’re back. i’ll have my phone on dnd but your messages are set to pass through it, so if you don’t want to be seen on stream today you don’t have to worry about it.” internally, you’re pretty sure your heart just imploded at the mindfulness this boy has—that your boyfriend has. somehow, it still surprises you how mature lando is for how silly he acts most of the time.

“you’re too sweet to me, lan.” you respond with a shy smile, “i probably won’t interrupt you today—i’ll let your delulu fans have custody, and deal with you!” lando throws his head back and does his usual demonic laugh, “hey! my fans are not that delusional, but i am afraid that you’re losing the custody battle!” he kisses you on the cheek, and with that you separate until later that day.

or so you thought. you knew lando’s super sweet behavior was too sus without him being his usual gremlin-self at least once.

when you get back from the beauty supply store (which should’ve been a fifteen-minute trip at most, turned into a near hour after the usual shenanigans you find yourself involved in buying things you don’t need), lando’s already started his stream. you text him letting him know you’re about to hop into the shower, and start heading to en-suite bathroom.

when you open the door, the mirror is slightly covered with remaining steam from lando’s shower, and you can see his clothes hanging half-inside the hamper. which is an improvement from being left on the floor—choose your battles, ladies. but as you move further into the bathroom, setting down your everything-shower supplies, changing into your silk robe and bonnet—you pick up on a lingering scent that should not be present.

your ninety-four fucking dollar scalp revival shampoo.

you’ve had that shampoo since you were seventeen, using it only when extremely necessary. you didn’t even pay for it, it was something your mom bought you as a pretty thoughtful and useful gift after you complained about your scalp suddenly getting super sensitive. it lasted through your senior year of grade school, all of university, and goddamn-it, two boyfriends!!! you let out a bit of an hysterical giggle (seek mental help, babe) and walk to the shower to grab the jar. the problem is: you know there was only probably one more usage left.

turning the cap off, your worst fears are confirmed...it’s…empty. with an anguished cry, you fall to your knees on the tiled floor—it’s like your childhood pet died. you gently set the jar down on the floor, and stare dazedly at the ceiling. what makes it worse is: you know that lando probably didn’t even use it properly. he most likely didn’t even let it sit for the mandatory 15 minutes that all girls do as an excuse to waste more time in the shower, he prob- he probably rinsed it out right after he massaged it in; that thought right there almost had you crying. oh, and what makes it even worse-r , what was a one-use sized amount for you was like, three for lando, so if he used it sparingly, you would’ve at least gotten to cherish it for the last time.

and with that, you rise from the floor, like some sort of re-animated monster—and with a twitching eye, start stomping to lando’s stream room. before you barge in, you remember what you're wearing: a black silk robe, matching bonnet, glasses, and your cute orange shark slides (lando bought them for you, he has a matching pair). you do the mental math of caring about this being on the internet for the rest of your life, but eventually the opportunity of terrorizing lando wins out over whatever a digital footprint is.

the door swings open, and with your shout of, “lando norris!” the pinging of his chat becomes rapid. lando looks wide-eyed at the camera and whispers, “oh fuck.” he half spins in his chair to look at you in the doorway, and is met with a flying shark slide to the neck. “oW! what did i do??” he cries out.

“you used the last of my ONE-HUNDRED DOLLAR shampoo, YOU THIEVING GREMLIN!!!” the chat notifications start cutting each other off with how fast they’re being sent.

“i didn’t use your shampoo??” he says with a bewildered look, clutching the shark slide to his chest. you seethe, “the fucking WOODEN JAR, that you didn’t even have the AUDACITY throw away, and left in the shower?!”

lando pauses, and makes an ‘a-ha’ sort of face goes, “oh, i thought that was conditioner.” you scream again and this time you don’t miss your mark. the remaining shark slide bonks him right on the forehead. “oW, again?!”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE GOOD REACTION TIME??!”

“yEAH?! WELL, i didn’t expect  MY GIRLFRIEND to ASSAULT ME with the shark slides that I bought HER!!”

“yEAH?! WELL, i didn’t expect MY BOYFRIEND to waste MY hair products!!”

lando cackles but surrenders, he reaches for you in the doorway and pulls you in between his legs with his hands gripping your hips. 

he pouts, “i’m sorry. i can buy you another batch, if you’d like. if you need it for your shower right now, i can pause the stream and run and go get for you, or get it delivered?” you sigh, looking at his wide blue eyes. you let him stew for a minute, trying to find it in you to remain mad. his thumbs start petting you gently while you think, and he leans his head forward to rest on your tummy.

you sigh again, hand coming up to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, and cave, “nah..don’t even worry about it. i don’t even need to use it today, i just wanted to remind you to keep your nosy-ass away from my hair products.” he nods against your abdomen, you start to pull away, and he does the same. you lean down and give him a brief peck on the cheek, and turn to exit the room. 

“oh!” you exclaim now in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, “i love you, even though you steal all my shit.”

lando giggles, cheeks turning a light pink, “i love you, princess,” the simp dripping out of every pore in his body. you point at him, “this is actually a mutually beneficial situation! now, for date night you can take me to the store to buy hair products,” lando’s smile drops, “don’t worry we can get some for you too, curly boy!” lando doesn’t even try to fight it once he sees the borderline manic grin on your face, just begging him to test you one more time. he accepts his face, “yes, love. i can’t wait for tonight, princess.”

he turns back to his stream when the door closes all the way and shakes his head. he claps his hands once, ready to get back into it, but you burst in again,

“and when i get out of that damn shower in an hour—you’re sure as hell gonna help blow dry and flat iron this shit! it’s silk press season, lando norris, we cannot be caught slacking!” you slam the door shut, and leave.

lando just blinks at the camera, mouth slightly open like that one pikachu meme. he briefly reads the chat, trying to recover, and looks at all of the chatters pick on him like he just got called to the dean’s office. some messages start to roll in about him having to end the stream.

he waits to hear the bedroom door shut, and a few more seconds for the shower to start running before he pseudo-whispers into the mic, “don’t worry, chat! she may have said an hour, but we actually have more like three. it’s her ‘everything-shower’, no-way she’ll finish that quickly. she needs an hour just to sing and dance in there before she starts actually doing anything.”

he starts to open a lobby in cod, sending invites to a few of the boys online and his phone starts vibrating on the desk. the chat starts to go wild again, recognizing its the ringtone he set for your messages. his face drops again when he opens your text thread, “oh my god, chat. she heard me, i forgot she pulls up the stream for background noise. i’m screwed.”

yninstagram • 2hrs ago

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yninstagram hairstylist did his thing for silk press season 👅

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landonorris can’t even see our faces but you can’t tell we’re both pretty

➥yninstagram pretty gyal takeover

➥user bro 😭 i can’t even call this sassy

➥user he’s just keeping it real with y’all

landonorris i’ll always take care of you like a princess

➥landonorris and one day very soon, forever treat you like a queen

➥ynistagram lan ☹️🥺

➥user proposal hint?!!!

➥user it’s a 4ever thing y’all wouldn’t understand 🥱

➥user i do 🙄 y/n comes home one day every two years and takes care of our eight children

➥user bitch—LMFAOOO

user not her gatekeeping the stylist 😤 not very girl’s girl of her

➥yninstagram he’s booked out for the foreseeable future sorry babe

➥user oh uh. that’s completely understandable. he doesn’t take walk in’s ? 😃

landonorris • 3hrs ago

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landonorris you attract what you fear? word, oh no a pretty gyal who lets me do her hair😱 oohhhhh how scaryyy

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yninstagram damn 🥵 she’s pretty fit

yninstagram heard her boyfriend’s finer

➥landonorris shouldn’t listen to gossip, her bf can’t match her beauty by far

➥user now THATS SOME RIZZ i didn’t know he had it in him

carlossainzjr y/nnita keep brainwashing him i’m getting good teasing material

➥ynistagram sí señor, el gusto es mio

➥carlossainzjr aye,lando her spanish is better than yours🤣

➥landonorris my tractor is better than yours, mmm yeah that’s what i thought

➥user DAMN LANDO CHILL

➥yninstagram he will be issuing a formal apology at the paddock next sunday señor sainz

➥user i just KNOW she got him at shark slide-point

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[theonewhowails]

silly stuff i drew while reading Feel No Evil by @payasita , in which the Lamb does not know how to propose, Narinder does not know how to be alive, and neither of them knows what an obligate carnivore is

bonus? lmao

[moonscape]

society if we got to do remote work for the expedition society while staying in serene village

[pretty--in--purple]

guess what im rereading????

[roboticchibitan]

A cottage witch and her dragon 21

(You can read the rest of this original story on AO3 here)

It was a lovely, cool spring day in Rodgate, and Serenity had left the snoozing Dragon at home while she went to market.

More specifically, she had said "Dragon, get up. It's time to go!"

And was greeted by a very sleepy Dragon waving at her in a shooing motion. So she had left him to his own devices for the day. It wasn't the first time she had done this. When he was very young, he had stayed at home or with Granny whenever she went to market because he found the crowded marketplace too loud and overwhelming. But nowadays, sometimes he just didn't feel like getting out of bed, so Serenity left him to his own devices for the day.

On this particular day, though, Dragon was very bored. In fact, he was painfully bored. The market was infinitely more interesting than their tiny cottage. It really wasn't fair that the market started so early. Getting out of bed when it was cold was hard! People who wanted to get up early on cold days made no sense. Even Granny partook of this nonsense. Dragon couldn't understand it.

Dragon finally got out of bed when the loud clock in the living room shrieked ten times. That clock was offensive. It was loud and shrill, with a little bird that came out of it to interrupt Dragon's morning snoozes. Serenity refused to get rid of it, which Dragon also found offensive.

Pacing in front of the fireplace, Dragon started pondering what he could do with himself today. Suddenly, he had an excellent idea. Serenity hadn't brought the almost invisibility cloak Granny made them with her to market today because it was cold. But if Dragon wore his little mohair sweater, it wouldn't be too cold, and he could explore the neighborhood without Serenity or Granny finding out!

Pleased with himself for thinking of such a clever idea, Dragon ran to get his little sweater. After an intense struggle with an unruly sleeve, he managed to put it on (all by himself!) and turned his attention to the drawer where Serenity kept the almost invisibility cloak. It was in the top drawer of a very tall dresser. Luckily, Dragon had been practicing his flying, and getting on top of the dresser was no challenge. He was an excellent flyer, after all.

Pulling the drawer out was a little more difficult. It was a solid wood dresser, and the drawer was heavy for such a little dragon. But after a few good tugs, he had gotten it open enough that he could reach a paw in and grab the cloak. Now he was in business! Giggling to himself in his little hiss-hiccup way, Dragon put the cloak on, and contemplated what to do next.

Granny wouldn't like it if Dragon wandered around the neighborhood alone. But he had the invisibility cloak. And he had heard Granny leave her cottage earlier in the morning. Perhaps she was still gone. He could go and have some of her honey while she wasn't home. Granny didn't mind sharing. And if she wasn't there, he could have as much of the special orange blossom honey that she kept for special occasions as he wanted.

He should definitely go have some honey. This was an obvious plan of action. It just made sense. It was "the sensible thing to do," as Granny sometimes said.

Hopping down from the dresser, Dragon scurried to the front door and opened it, peeking both ways down the street.

All was clear!

Dragon giggled to himself again. He was going to eat all the honey he wanted! Dragging the long cloak behind him, he quickly shut the door and went to Granny's front door.

The lights were off in Granny's cottage. She definitely wasn't home. Careful to keep his paws under the cloak, Dragon reached out to open the door, but the doorknob wouldn't turn! Drat!

Dragon sat on Granny's doorstep to think for a moment. Why wouldn't the door open?

He wracked his brain for a moment, but then suddenly he remembered! Serenity always locked the door when they left the house. So all he had to do was unlock it. Easy!

Dragon gathered a bit of magical energy and pointed it at the doorknob and let it go. There was an audible click. He tried the doorknob again, and this time it opened! Victory! But he had to be quiet, so no excited yelling today.

Entering the dark cottage, Dragon went straight to the counter and jumped up on it, making a beeline for the cupboard where Granny stored the good honey. Dragons can see in the dark, because they are much better and smarter than humans, so Dragon found what he was looking for right away.

Giggling a little more, Dragon opened the honey jar and stuck a paw in it. Serenity didn't like when he used his paws to eat honey. She said he got the floor sticky when he walked around afterwards. But Serenity wasn't here, and dipping a paw in honey and licking it off was the best way to eat honey.

The honey was good! Orange blossom honey had a special bit of zest to it that made it the best kind of honey. Eating to his heart's content, Dragon was blissed out.

Suddenly, he sensed Granny's presence nearby. Oh no! Granny made the cloak! She would definitely be able to sense him.

Dragon didn't have time to put the honey back. He dropped it with a clatter and jumped off the counter, running to the back door as quickly as his little legs could carry him. With a rush of magic that was probably too big for the task, he unlocked the door and made his escape.

From inside he could hear Granny exclaim, "What in the world? Oh! That rascal!"

Dragon didn't stick around to hear anything more. He scurried away from Granny's cottage as fast as he could. Flying would have been faster, but he still used too much magical energy when he flew and Granny would definitely be able to sense it if she came after him.

With the cloak dragging behind him, he reached the corner past Catnip's cottage and stopped for a moment to contemplate his next move. He had sometimes played outside or went between neighbor's houses by himself, but he had never left their block on his own before. The idea was a little scary.

He heard the back door to Granny's cottage open and took off running. The market was more interesting, anyway. And Granny wouldn't chase him all the way there. As long as he stayed far enough from Serenity's stall, she wouldn't be able to sense him. He could have all the fun he wanted.

Dragon knew the way from their street to the market. He made his way as quickly as he could.

He did not have the foresight to realize that a small creature at ground level that's hard to see might get stepped on. Several people nearly stepped on him as he made his way to the market. Dragon hissed at each of them, completely offended. Didn't they know stepping on people was rude? He was walking here!

Finally, Dragon made it to the market. Standing on a street corner, he paused, considering what to do next. As he was thinking, he noticed the bookstore cat lazing in the sun in the bookstore window. Aha!

The bookstore cat was Dragon's nemesis. The first time they met, he had swiped at Dragon with claws when all Dragon was trying to do was say hello! They had been mortal enemies ever since, hissing at each other on sight.

But the bookstore cat couldn't see him right now. This was promising.

Dragon sneaked down the street, careful to keep his presence hidden. This would have been a hard process to explain, but dragons could cloak their presence so they were impossible to sense. It was sort of like holding your breath, only with energy.

Holding his energy in, he slowly opened the bookstore door and slipped inside. The cloak got caught in the door and he had to carefully free it before continuing with his mischief.

The cat was a creature of pure white fluff. Dragon didn't know why people liked fluffy animals so much. Scales were much better.

Struggling to hold back giggles, Dragon crept closer and closer, until he was right next to the cat. Then he stopped cloaking his energy. The cat looked up, sensing him but unable to see him.

Without a moment's hesitation, Dragon dropped the hood of the cloak and crowed as loud as he could.

The results were instantaneous. The cat jumped two feet in the hair, every bit of fur on end, and ran away as fast as it could.

Dragon couldn't hold in his presence or his laughter anymore. The cat looked like a cotton ball! It was just too funny. Serves him right for using claws on innocent dragons.

Charles, the bookstore owner, called from behind the counter, "Dragon, is that you? What did you do to my cat?"

Dragon quickly threw the cloak hood over his head and swept out the door. Much to his alarm, when he got outside he sensed Granny nearby. Remembering to hide his presence, he looked around for her.

There she was! She was standing at the corner at the edge of the square, looking around intently. She was looking in his direction, but he didn't think she could see him. Time to go! In a surprising moment of foresight, Dragon gathered up the extra folds of cloth of the cloak so no one would step on it and trip him, and off he went!

Granny made a beeline for the bookstore while Dragon made a beeline for anywhere that Granny wasn't. Dragons are powerful and smart. If she wanted to catch him, she was going to have to try harder than that.

Careful to not get too near the stalls in the center of the square, Dragon ran across the square and then stopped once again to plan out his next move.

The scent of chocolate interrupted his thoughts. Oh! He could go visit Marcus, Maury the chocolate man's familiar!

Luckily for Dragon, he had stopped on the corner where the chocolate man resided. At least, Dragon was pretty sure he lived there. It was his store, after all.

Sneaking in behind a customer, Dragon extended his senses to find Marcus. There he was! In the kitchen!

Dragon snuck behind the counter, still careful to hide his presence so Granny wouldn't find him. He wasn't about to end his fun now, when he could talk to the cool older scaled familiar.

Making his way through the kitchen, Dragon found Marcus lounging under a warm light. It looked very comfortable. Serenity should get one of those for the cottage. He would have to have a talk with her about it.

As Dragon got closer to Marcus, the other familiar sensed the magic of the cloak and looked directly at him.

What are you doing here, little one?

Dragon sent back some mental images, explaining his adventures up until that point. He couldn't help but giggle when he explained about the bookstore cat.

You are full of trouble, aren't you? Well, we all are when we are young. You should go back to your caretakers. They will be worried about you.

Dragon shook his head emphatically and told Marcus he wanted to stay here.

Very well, it is better that you stay here with me than be out there where there is danger. But you must go home when your caretakers come for you.

Dragon reluctantly agreed to this.

Excited to be in the presence of an older familiar, Dragon kept up an endless stream of mental image chatter, which Marcus responded to patiently. Among other things, they talked about magic. Marcus explained how to help Serenity during a spell, answering all Dragon's questions very patiently.

It is instinct, little one. You will know what to do when the time comes.

Their conversation was interrupted by one of the kitchen workers, who noticed Marcus looking alert, and said, "I think that rat got back in. The snake is looking excited about something."

The worker grabbed a large knife from the counter and started walking towards them, looking around at the ground.

When faced with a very large man with a knife, Dragon panicked and ran straight out open the back door, too frightened to hear Marcus calling for him to come back.

Dragon ran as fast as he could, taking a turn here and there, until he was sure the man hadn't followed him. Relieved, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath and look around.

The buildings here were unfamiliar. They had two stories, and strange people were coming in and out of them, unaware of his presence. He had never been here before. Much to his alarm, he realized he didn't know how to get back to the market, or how to get home.

A sudden crushing fear dropped onto his chest like an anvil. He was lost! And he couldn't talk, so no one would be able to help him get home!

Tears started to well up in his eyes. How was he going to get home? This was a terrible idea! He should have never left his bed that morning. What was he going to do now?

Dragon let out a mournful howl.

"There you are, you damn Dragon," came a familiar voice.

Dragon had never been so happy to see Granny in his entire life. He threw off the invisibility cloak and rushed to hug her leg, crying the entire time.

"You little idiot! What do you think you were doing, wandering around on your own!"

Dragon cried some more, telling her "lost."

"Yes, you got lost! This is why children aren't allowed to run around on their own. You would have been in real trouble if I hadn't found you!"

Dragon sobbed out a "Sorry."

Granny's demeanor softened and she pet his head. "I found you, so it's alright. Come one, let's pick up the cloak and go home."

At the word "home" Dragon perked up. He sent a sense of "don't tell."

"I am absolutely going to tell Serenity about this. If it wasn't for Maury coming and finding me, I wouldn't have known where you went! You're in big trouble, mister."

Dragon was too relieved to be upset about this. All he said was, "Home."

"Alright, let's go," Granny said, picking up the cloak where he had dropped it. "We'll stop by Serenity's stall and tell her what you've been up to. I'll carry you on my back. But you have to use a little magical energy to keep yourself up, because I'm an old lady and I have a bad back."

Dragon didn't need to be told twice. He jumped up and held on tight as Granny walked them back to the market.

"Granny, Dragon, what are you doing here?"

Dragon was too ashamed to say anything.

"This monster escaped today, and got himself lost."

"You what? Dragon! What happened?"

One tearful explanation later, Serenity was looking at Dragon very sternly.

"Did you learn your lesson? We don't go leaving the house when there's no grownups around."

Dragon nodded sadly, sending her his genuine regrets and apologies.

"Well, at least you know what you did was wrong," Serenity said before turning her attention to Granny. "Thank you for finding him. I don't know what I would have done if he had gone missing. And I'll have to make Marcus and Maury a pie as a thanks for telling you which direction he went."

Dragon jumped up onto Serenity's lap and held onto her tight. Serenity petted his head for a moment. It was very comforting when Serenity gave him head pets. It calmed him down immediately. He was safe now.

"Do you want to stay here with me or go home with Granny?"

Dragon wasn't ever going to let Serenity out of his sight again. He squeezed her tighter and communicated his intentions to stay by her side.

"Alright, you can stay here, then. Granny, can you hand me the cloak?"

"Here you are," said Granny, handing back the almost invisibility cloak. "Don't leave this where he can get to it."

"Yes, I will have to find somewhere to hide it."

"Well, then, I'm going to go home and take a nap," Granny informed them. "Running after this monster all morning has worn me out."

Dragon told her he was sorry again.

"Well, no harm done. You just behave yourself," She said sternly.

Dragon nodded.

Granny relented a little and gave him a head pat. "Be a good boy and I'll make you tea when you get back from the market today. And we'll have a little of that orange blossom honey you pilfered, you little rascal."

Dragon perked up at this. Granny didn't call him a rascal if she was mad. Only when she was exasperated or pretending to be mad. He nodded at her and sent her his intention to be on his best behavior.

"Good. Alright, I'm going home. Come see me when you get back."

"We'll do that," Serenity replied.

Dragon spent the rest of the day draped around Serenity's shoulders, glad to be somewhere safe. When the day was finally over, he climbed into bed with Serenity with a sense of relief. The scary day was over, and he would never cause trouble again. Probably.

[portalhome]

here's what the part 1 outline looks like right now btw

[murasaki-cha]

And what if I say Serena/Frederick and Eiser/Diah are parallels of each other as both relationships are born out of necessity and neither truly ever loved each other? What then?

[tiny-banana-time]

Was tagged for a WIP Whenever by the lovely @daggertongue and I actually worked on something recently to share 👀

From the next chapter of My Serene (which I think will actually be updated soon??? unless this chapter goes off the rails again...)

< Heading to Skip's if anyone wants to join. He hopes Kaidan shows up, but as long as someone does he'll be able to distract himself, and that's good enough for now. Jay barely makes it down into foot traffic when the first message comes in from Murray. He pulls off to the side to read as one after another comes through.  > Fuck that! Come to Starrs with us!  > Lanky already pre-gamed his head meds and is joining in on the fun  > We’ll be there in like 15 mins  Whoever decided to name the only club on the station “Starrs” certainly fucked that choice.

I'll throw a tag out to @mtreebeardiles and @theoriginalladya as well as anyone else who wants to because it's after midnight and tagging is hard :)

[meeko-mar]

A moment to appreciate how CALM Bakugou looks in this moment, reflecting on Izuku saving him back then.

[giratina-plushie]

i've been tricked by the waddle doo

[fairygeek777]

I know why I love Sailor Moon so much. I'm the same person who's favorite Disney movie is Sleeping Beauty. I live for the fairy tales and the romance and bound by fate love stories. And you know what? Sailor Moon is just like Sleeping Beauty. Serenity and Endymion are just like Aurora and Phillup.

So now I'm going to go on a rant about how the movie and series are similar.

Sailor Moon and Sleeping Beauty

Sailor Moon Summary:

A Prince and Princes destined to be together. Princess Serenity of the Moon Kingdom Silver Millennium and Prince Endymion of the Earth kingdom Elysium, were drawn to each other by their desire to protect the Earth and they ended up falling in love. However, tragedy befalls them and they both are killed in a war spurred on by an evil force. They are reborn centuries later as Usagi Tsukino and Mamoru Chiba. Unaware of their past lives, they encounter each other often once Usagi reaches her 2nd year of middle school. They are pulled toward one another by the Mystical Silver Crystal and their desire to find it. Usagi fights enemies as Sailor Moon along with her fellow guardians and Mamoru as Tuxedo Mask. Mamoru is killed by the enemy which triggers the memories of their past lives. After many events Usagi defeats the evil force that brought her kingdom to ruin and reunites with her love Mamoru. The two fight side by side and eventually come to rule the earth together as Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion.

Sleeping Beauty Summary:

A young prince and a tiny princess are betrothed to one another. Princess Aurora is born and a celebration is held. In the midst of the celebration, the evil Maleficent places a curse on the princess for not being invited to the event. In fear of this curse 3 fairies take Aurora with them into hiding and raise her not revealing her identity until her 16th birthday. On this day the princess, Now called Briar Rose roams the nearby forest as she catches the attention of Prince Phillup. Unaware of each other's identities they end up falling in love. Later the fairies reveal to Briar Rose her identity as the princess and forbid her from seeing the man she met again. When Phillup goes to Aurora's cottage he is captured by Maleficent. The princess is taken to the palace and is lured by the curse of Maleficent to pick her finger. The princess dies and the fairies take it upon themselves to rescue Phillup and defeat Maleficent. Phillup slays her and awakens his princess with true love's kiss.

OKAY with that out of the way! Here are the very striking similarities.

A celebration of the Princess' birth:

A group of protectors arrive to the event:

An evil villiainess arrives, insulted at not being invited and curses the child to die:

In their teen years a prince and princess encounter each other not knowing who they are, wary at first:

They dance together as they fall in love:

The two are torn apart and the princess cries denying her identity only wanting to be with her love:

The princess falls victim to the curse by the villainess and dies (for Serenity this is a memory. She is cursed to die as an infant and ends up killing herself in grief of Endymion dying):

The villian is defeated and the princess is awoken by a kiss from her prince:

The prince and princess now together, live happily ever after:

So YES Sailor Moon is the Sleeping Beauty of Shojo. Thank you very much.

[httpsserene]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐬 (𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠!) - 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: maybe this time, the natural distance between them concerning their now different job requirements would help max get over his small, miniscule, tiny, fractional, microscopic, miniature, little, itty-bitty crush on daniel. it didn’t work the first time, when younger-max had avoided his ex-teammate like the plague after his move to a different team—if anything that absence made his heart ache for daniel more, even though he tried his hardest to hate him. so now, maybe that max isn’t the one causing the growing gap between him and daniel, this space might dissolve max’s fondness. 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. idiots in love. mild angst. fluff. happy ending. attempt at humor. plot with a side of porn. the timeline is mostly accurate. max verstappen is an oblivious idiot. daniel ricciardo is an obvious idiot. 5+1 things (in a way). the three musketeers: charles, pierre, and lando. light praise kink. light dom/sub undertones. mild orgasm delay/denial. 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 9.5k 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: max verstappen x daniel ricciardo

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: so....how's life been treating y'all while i disappeared for two months :) ? no, um, sorry for ghosting you guys; i know, i'm surprised that i didn't forget my login info. life started being life for a good amount of time and i got really sucked into school and work. aside from the boring everyday stuff, i've got an internship this summer (yay!), i'm pretty sure i have a bit of a mutual-crush with this boy in my morning lecture, and i've started playing final fantasy sixteen.

anyways, this is my longest work ever! and i'm dedicating it to one of my sweetest betas, bianca. you requested this long before my disappearing act in december, and i told you i was nearly finished with a 6k-word fic for your request. to make up for my unexplained absence, i rewrote the entire thing into a near ten-thousand word feel-good masterpiece.

i hope this fic is of good enough quality for all of you wonderful f1-stans to forgive me because, i'm back, and hopefuily here to stay lol. enjoy reading, loves &lt; 3.

requested & written by/for @biancathecool

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milton keynes, red bull racing headquarters, pre-season 2023

daniel looks happy. max doesn’t know why that surprises him—maybe he’s projecting his emotions (his therapist says he does that quite often) onto the man. the surprise makes sense though, max thinks, as he watches the australian chatter away with the engineers, the largest toothy smile spread across his face like he never left red bull behind in 2018. if it were max who had gone through the mclaren bullshit along with not having a guaranteed seat for the upcoming 2023 season, and he had to settle for a third driver position: he would scourge the world with his fury.

but: it’s not max, it’s daniel. it’s daniel, who was warmly welcomed back into navy blue (papaya did not suit him), it’s daniel, who doesn’t snap at the marketing team when they ask how he’s “coping” with not being on the grid. it’s daniel, who becomes friends with checo easily. it’s daniel, who’s scheduled to fulfill the pr activities that the two red bull drivers refuse to complete. it’s daniel, who has clocked in insane hours in the sim and factory while max has been enjoying his off-season. 

it’s daniel, who hasn’t shown any signs of disappointment about not having a seat this year.

if he won’t show or admit it, max will. having a race weekend without daniel doesn’t feel right. max knows this, even though the season hasn’t started yet: he’s going to be miserable. it’s like when daniel left him the team. of course, max had pushed daniel away after he signed with renault. what was he supposed to do? react calmly with the emotional intelligence he didn’t have? max thought the man hated him when he didn’t tell him that he was leaving before the news was released. 

regardless, instead of the australian leaving, this time around he’s coming back, which max had originally believed was the best thing to ever happen. he’s not so sure of that anymore. daniel belongs in the car chasing him with the smell of burning rubber and petrol surrounding them. max doesn’t appreciate how the smell of race tracks has already disappeared from him. he could tell it was missing when daniel made a show of giving max the biggest hug as soon as he stepped foot in the factory.

maybe this time, the natural distance between them concerning their now different job requirements would help max get over his small, miniscule, tiny, fractional, microscopic, miniature, little, itty-bitty crush on daniel. it didn’t work the first time, when younger-max had avoided his ex-teammate like the plague after his move to a different team—if anything that absence made his heart ache for daniel more, even though he tried his hardest to hate him. so now, maybe that max isn’t the one causing the growing gap between him and daniel, this space might dissolve max’s fondness.

“max, kid,” christian waves a hand in front of max’s face with an unimpressed look, “did you hear a single thing i said or were you too distracted by the sight of daniel in red bull gear again?”

the tips of max’s ears redden, and he snaps his head away from where it was turned to watch daniel’s constant smile, to face his team principal. max doesn’t know what he was thinking; his crush is going nowhere.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑.

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© httpsserene 2023

[joyfuladorable]

Dames Doodles - Arc 3 - The Gray Manacle

< Arc 2 | Arc 3.5 >

Following the battle at the Temple of Iol, the Guardians return to Danmar hoping to thwart one of Torva's many plots to bring ruin to the world of Avelis. But they realize their ire towards the Gods is not all cut and dry when they stumble upon an organization set on ridding the land of the divines' touch without care for the fallout towards innocents.

[moonscape]

god i know i spent most of chapter one complaining but revisting chapters two and especially three have been a delight. this game is sooo so charming

[fortune-maiden]

I really wish more people played Super Mystery Dungeon because it really is such a charming and adorable game T_T

[sloth-artstudio]

Sally Serenity

In the game: Sally is part of a limited edition group of Smiling Critters along with several others, who the only Critter that came with a matching necklace, later she would be a full-time character in the tie-in show, and was a plausible candidate for the "Bigger Bodies Initiative". However nothing was able to be finalized due to the nassacre that occurred on August 8th of 1995, A.K.A. "The Hour of Joy".

((AN: Of course I had to turn a Pygmy Sloth into a Smiling Critters OC, Sliths are my thing!))