#tea.✨

[thetempleofnyx]

JENNNNNNNN !!!!!!!!!! HI!!!!! do you play wuwa 👀👀 more importantly tho, how are you??? what’s new in jen-nation?? MWAH sending hugs and kisses 🌟

TEAA HIIIIIIIIII i do play!!! I just started and haven’t played much because I am trash at it but yes!!! Things are all good in the jenation!! Been playing some genshin and watching some kdramas and the apothecary diaries on Netflix!! How are uuuuuuuu??

[martiverseart]

What if they both want to be with somebody else but are stuck with each other nonetheless ❤️✨

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

Charles and Arthur’s brotherly love subplot while Max and George are busy blowing up the media pen with their beef

[coincasual]

MERRY EAH CHRISTMAS @escapeaddict 💖💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💖🫶🎁🎁🎁🎁✨✨💖🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶✨✨✨

i hope you have a happy merry wonderlandiful holiday 🎁🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💖💖💖💖💖💖✨

(also thank you to @eah-exchange for hosting such an awesome event!)

[miss-psyson]

A very calm space goddess vs. A very angry gremlin 💢

For some context, he got pissed at Luigi for saying "Skill Issue" during a Mario Party game 😭💀

[piowasthere]

shark comfort for Ruin pt. 2 bc he's been through enough and deserves love and affection.

made based off of the recent ep in which we learn more of his backstory by Nexus getting into his head AGAIN and reopening trauma like a wound

also design update for him after that, i wanted to 'mess up' his eye a little bit cuz even tho he resisted, i like to think his eye still got damaged a tad and he's not really in a position where he's able to fix it

[EP: How Ruin FOUND The WITHER SHARD! In VRChat (SAMS)]

[ricciardo133]

January 2025

maxiel, feeding, body worship, weight gain, wags & retirement briefly alluded to, passing food mouth to mouth

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Daniel's apartment is barren. As they pop in after padel, Max opens and closes pantry doors in the kitchen with a growing dismay. He already thinks Daniel's flat is a bit depressing, but the only thing edible being a box of protein bars makes it worse.

"Mate, you deserve better. This is awful."

Daniel looks up from his spot on the nearby sofa, his big brown eyes wide and searching. He shifts in his oversized sweater and atypically baggy sweatpants. Max was kind of hoping to see his legs in a guilty, quiet perversion when Daniel invited him out for padel. Sadly, Max fears Daniel may have fallen prey to whatever trend cursed Leclerc. Since he came back from Perth for an extended visit in his own apartment, he's worn only the boxiest of outfits.

Daniel looks confused for a moment until the realization makes his lips part in a soft 'oh.'

"Ah, the pantry. Yeah, we can get take away if you're peckish." Max waves his hand as he pulls out his cell phone.

"If you're going to be in this hemisphere for a while, you need more than just leftover pizza. I'm buying you groceries."

"Ah, Verstappen, you've really grown up. So mature, I'm so proud." Daniel wipes away a fake tear. "The dad life really does suit you. Have you been called a 'dilf' yet?"

Max shakes his head, both at the question and to dispel the small thought that was like an ever-present, hot pink post-it note pinned on the corkboard of his mind. Kelly and him both have their hall-pass, their one exception, if the situation ever arises. His is Daniel. The situation hasn't arose. He's tempted to joke about it as he throws groceries into his virtual cart, but there's no casual way to say he would do anything for Daniel, anytime, anywhere, any way he wanted and had felt that way for years. He hopes he can somehow convey it through an impending delivery of baguettes and cheese instead.

Daniel and him toss a padel ball back and forth as they sit on the sofa and wait out the delivery. Daniel is describing some top-secret wine business plans and laughing about how the bottom of a wine bottle is truly called a 'punt' as the doorbell rings. Max pops up and brings in the lot of paper bags.

"Jesus, Max," Daniel laughs. "I'm not wasting away. Kind of the opposite lately. This is too much."

"Humor me," Max says as he already is putting the cold items into the fridge. "And start boiling some water."

Max wouldn't have done this for himself, but he feels compelled to with Daniel. They talk motocross as they trial and error their way into plated fettuccine and garlic bread with a few donut-hole-sized arancini balls. Those, at least, came pre-made.

Daniel holds his phone over the finished product as they sit on the sofa.

"Pic for the 'gram?" Max asks. Daniel shakes his head.

"I'm off the grid, Maxy. I'm not resurfacing til I'm photo ready."

"You're always photo ready," Max says, now his turned to stare in confusion.

"Put those big old eyes away," Daniel says, gently wacking his shoulder. "Don't act like it's not obvious what's a bit...off here."

"What is?" Daniel gives him a withering look. "What, Daniel. I can't read your mind."

"Be serious."

"I am being serious. What's wrong?"

"That you're the actual father here and I'm the one with the dad bod." Daniel shimmies out of his sweatshirt. Max has to mentally stifle the flare of elated horniness, strategically covering his lap with his plate as he eyes a fantastic sliver of Daniel's flesh at his waist where his shirt rides a bit high on his middle.

He has gained weight. Daniel was always so slim, all angles and lean limbs save for the curve of his hips that Max had fully memorized. Now he actually seemed to fill out his hips even more. Daniel shifts in his spot, thicker thighs pulling the joggers taught. A curve of new love handles peek over the waistband, soft and swooping up to a small, round belly. Daniel's hands hold it on either side, giving his middle a gentle shake and making the skin-tight shirt ride up even higher. Max can't help but look up at his softer tits and full forearms and a red hue under Daniel's fuller cheeks.

"I hadn't noticed," Max says earnestly. "You've been wearing the Charles special in the outfit department."

"Intentionally, on account of all this," Daniel says, waving over himself. "Just...it was nice to kind of...let loose? Not go ham or anything, but y'know. Silver lining of just being able to chill out and drink during a game. Eating whenever. It's bad."

"No, it's good." Max shakes his head. "You deserve that. I'll do that too, when I'm-," he pauses. He doesn't want to say 'retire' and instead sits up straighter on the sofa. "When I'm on winter break, you know."

"Yeah, but you somehow always work it off. I've never been...like this big before."

Max feels his cock start to betray him as Daniel feels up his middle again, fingers dragging along smooth, tan skin. He's never seen Daniel without the narrowest, flattest stomach, but now he looks so full and vital. He feels that carnal, similar thrill of seeing Kelly a few months along. Daniel looks so alive.

Max leans in. "It is good. If you're living life and being happy, then that's good."

"Maybe. You just always carry it well, like," Daniel makes a face, as if he caught himself. "Ah, well, you know. You always look good."

"Oh, thank you." Max wonders if Daniel has a hall pass. He wonders if he has one for Max. He drop kicks the thought out of his head. "It'll get cold," he says instead, gesturing to the forgotten plate of pasta.

"Right," Daniel says in an exhale. "Right, yeah, can't waste good Italian. Let me try some."

Before he can stop himself, Max is spinning fettuccine around his fork and holding it up to Daniel. Stroopwaffles and memories as Daniel leans in and bites it off Max's fork.

Max stares at Daniel, unblinking. Daniel's lips are glossy. The fresh smell of herbs is cut through with the tang of their unshowered post-padel clothes and making Max's head spin. He twists another bite and offers it. Daniel takes it.

"That's good, Daniel."

Daniel makes a small noise, swallowing and glancing up and away. "Is it?"

"It is." Max sets the plate down on the coffee table, tears off a hunk of garlic bread, and sits back up. Max closes the distance between them as he hands it to Daniel. "Eat." He does. Max isn't sure if Daniel intends to be so maddening sensual as he licks off the glaze of butter and slides it into his wet mouth. Max wants to swear. He wants to pounce. He wants to feed him again and caress his cheek and take care of Daniel like no one ever has before. He grips his knees and feels everything condense like a dying star inside his chest.

"Max," Daniel says. "Sorry, I'm kind of, Jesus. I'm a bit wired right now." His brows narrow, lip bitten. "It feels good. When you do that, I like it. Sorry, it's weird-,"

"It's not weird."

"You like feeding your mates?"

"I like feeding you."

Daniel's eyes are filled with shifting constellations. Max leans even closer.

"I like...making you feel good, Daniel."

"Max."

"Can I," Max looks down at his stomach, hand hesitating in the air above his skin. "I know, it's maybe too much. I can stop."

"No, Jesus Christ, Max. Don't stop."

Daniel closes the distance, tenderly ushering Max's the final few inches to rest on his belly. Max bites his lip, hands drifting along his full weight and caressing the circumference of it. Daniel's hips tremble as Max holds it and gives it a gentle shake. He draws invisible tracks along his body. Pushing his shirt up, Max slips his hands under the fabric and cups Daniel's tits.

"Max," Daniel breathes.

"Are you going to get bigger for me, Daniel?"

"Yes." Max squeezes his breasts, feeling their pliable give.

"Is this good?"

"Yes," Daniel breathes. Another harder squeeze, fingers pinching hardening nipples. "Christ, yes, Max." He chokes on a sob. "I don't know what's happening to me, why this is so fucking hot but just don't stop, Max. Please don't stop."

Max leans up to straddle Daniel's waist, mental restraints dissolved as the dying star falls in on itself and explodes outward, vaporizing everything inside him with raw need.

His hands slip out and then up to cup Daniel's neck, feeling Daniel's pulse throb under his skin. Daniel's eyes leak, and Max licks the salty bead of water off his cheekbone. Max feels he could lick every inch of him clean, eager to care, eager to please. Daniel whines as Max gets up for a moment. He picks up one of the small arancini balls and sits back on Daniel's lap.

The moment is taught, soaked with uncertainty and heat. Max copies Daniel, licking the sweet surface in a languid pull before putting it in his own mouth. He doesn't bite down but holds it gently not to crush it as he cocks Daniel's head with his hands. Daniel closes the distance, mouth opening to meet his as Max pushes with his tongue to guide the smooth, damp orb into Daniel's mouth.

Max kisses along his cheeks as Daniel chews and swallows. He feels dizzy and nearly throbbing over with life and need. It feels too intimate, despite it all, to kiss him.

"It's okay," Daniel says, as if reading his mind. Now it's Daniel's turn to guide Max's face to his. "Unless I'm being a major home-wrecker right now."

"Oh, no. I, um, I have a hall pass."

Daniel laughs, eyes crinkling in mirth. "Really? For me? That's funny."

"Why?"

"You've been mine," Daniel looks off, "for like, an embarrassingly long time."

"Oh. Same." Nothing more eloquent is coming out when Daniel squirms and brushes against his hard length. "Oh, God."

"And you still want to use that hall pass now? I've been hotter for years and now you're letting me in on this?"

"You're hot then and now, Daniel. Especially now." He groans as Daniel grinds up again. "You're so stunning. Your body, Daniel. I love how you are right now. So alive and full and I-" A sharp curse and groan as Daniel pulls Max's hips down to his for another, harder bought of friction through too many layers of clothes. "Daniel."

"Thanks for making me feel good, Maxy. For taking care of me. I might," he breaths a smaller laugh, soft and quiet, "I may need this more than just now."

"Anytime. Daniel, I'll always take care of you."

Daniel's hands guide Max into his lips. It's bliss and sweet to the taste.

"Then let me take care of you, too," Daniel says. His hand slips lower, stroking along Max's length. Max gives in, scattered star dust in his chest making him feel shimmery and endless as he melts into Daniel's embrace.

[idiots-with-knives]

THAT'S HER EX??? EW???

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

[thetempleofnyx]

hi jen jen ily 5ever < 3

hi tea! ily 5ever and ever

[machveil]

found a part of my high school floral final project

[coincasual]

a little more tea party work! wip!

[skywalkr-nberrie]

What I'll never understand is Anidala fics that seperate Vader from Anakin, making them into two different characters (which is essentially just Anakin and an OC now.) and having Padmé fall in love with Vader and not Anakin, Imao. Like that doesn't make sense for a multitude of reasons, one being that Anakin IS Vader and you can't seperate them, and another being that Padmé loves Vader because she knows he's actually Anakin. She doesn't even see Vader, she just sees the man she loves behind a mask. Vader doesn't even really "exist" in actuality. He's an escapism Anakin created to help him cope with all his pain, loss, regret, rage, and failures with the help of his abuser. Padmé would hate Vader if he was someone completely separate from Anakin the way she hates all the Sith. Obviously I'm not saying people who get a little creative and artsy with their writing like this are obligated to stay true to canon, I love how people's minds works in how they push the boundaries of what's the norm, my point however, is that I don't understand this specific set of concepts because it mischaracterizes Padmé in a way that reconstructs her character from the ground up, completely rewriting her into something unrecognizable from who she truly is and that's just not my cup of tea.

[themeridian]

milo and sweetheart actually

[highflyartist]

Sweet Tea ✨☕

~A TADC Wonderland AU OC X Canon ship~

Just wanted to do a little ship thing between The Mad Chatter and Celta. And their ship name is Sweet Tea ✨.

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TADC Digital Wonderland AU and The Mad Chatter belongs to @endomentendo

[raapija]

Connor with his girl besties is so cuuuute 🥰