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deaddreamscametrue · 8 months
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yesloulou · 3 months
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vettelsvee · 29 days
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since the tortured poets department is out in two days, i hereby announce i’m doing an announcement about an upcoming project f1 related (obviously) in two days
sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, max verstappen, mick schumacher, lando norris, carlos sainz and george russell girlies, i think you’re gonna like this mix
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brotherconstant · 4 months
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BLACK SAILS 10th Anniversary Celebration Day Two: Favorite Dynamic: Max/Eleanor
II. • And then what? Then they blockade the island, choke off trade. A few crews will resist, but how long can they survive without my father's support? One by one their numbers will dwindle. The fort will be abandoned. Soldiers will storm the beach. By the time the smoke clears, my father will have arrived. First time he's set foot here in five years waving the royal commission that his bribes purchased and lording over the place. Round of applause, the new governor. Somewhere in London, some foul fuck will get news of all of this, light his pipe and say, "Finally, all is right again in Nassau." XIX. • You saying this ain't real? Of course it is. The fort will be repaired. If he says it, he'll do it. When you first opened that door and showed me the Urca gold, do you know what I saw? A solution. The mortar that would secure the sand beneath our feet. The thing I could offer to England or Spain or whomever arrived here and threatened to reorder things, and say, "Take this and leave me be." Everything is dependent upon that gold, and right now it is sitting in a fort with no guns and full of holes.
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bakedbeanz · 18 days
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Mad as hell that this show made me get attached to some brotherhood characters because their outfits are SOO fucking hard to draw Anyways Maximus and Thaddeus are some of my favorite characters from the fallout show :]!
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silverstonesainz · 1 month
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hi!! could i request "i'm in love with you, you dumbass." & "i've been following you around like a lost puppy since the day we met, yet you couldn't see?" with Max? thank you!
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not enough 𐙚 all the words, all the love– it's still not enough (1.4k words)
d rambles. . . im sorry this took forever and that it kinda sucks. i did what i could. thank u for requesting
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The room feels stuffy. Twenty minutes ago you were shivering but now you’re hot. The whole room pays no mind to your discomfort, you’re sure no one even has a clue how uncomfortable you feel in your own skin. You try to find the will to stay, to tough out the next hour or so for him. But the longer you stand in a crowd of people who you could care less about being here. It was no fun watching Max flirt with another girl at the bar anyways, and the more you stand and stare the more your will withers away. 
It’s stretched thin, a rubber band being pulled well beyond its means. You’re holding one and Max has the other. He pulls and pulls and—
Max leans in. He leans down so close you can only imagine the lucky girl can smell his after shave and feel his warm breath tickle her skin. And he makes her laugh. 
Snap.
You inhale sharply, balling the fabric of your dress to calm your nerves. You don’t bother to excuse yourself from the conversation you were stood in, just squeeze past bodies and through the room in search for just a bit for fresh air because you can’t fucking breathe. 
The double glass doors take you out onto the bustling street and straight into the cold wind. You welcome the kiss of cold air against your skin, the shiver it sends down on your spine. You welcome the brief distraction because at least for the next few seconds you don’t have to feel your chest caving in. At least for now, even with people rushing by you with people to see and places to go, you are happy in your solitude. Misery and loneliness cannot find you in these five seconds, you are untouchable. 
But it was merely just a moment, nothing less and nothing more. It’s fleeting, quick to slip from you. You’re pulled back down to earth when you hear your name called behind you, confused, waiting for an answer to an unasked question. You squeeze your eyes, ball your fist at your sides and find it in you to pretend like you’re alight. Breathe in, breathe out.
There you are, Max sounds relieved when he says it. “Why’d you leave?”
“Felt stuffy,” You admit curtly, still refusing to look at him. “Couldn’t breathe.” 
Your tone does not fly by Max, and you miss the way he frowns at the back of your head because of it. But he’s Max, ever hopeful and ever oblivious. “Well come back, they’re about to make an announcement.” 
Tension falls from your palm as you flex your fingers back. You inhale sharply, letting cool air fill your lungs and creep under your skin. “I think I might just go.” 
Max’s footsteps pit-pat around you, feel his hand hold onto your elbow gently as he takes a look at you. He tries to find a sliver of emotion, a tell of why you suddenly want to leave. But all he finds is exhaustion, a dead-pan look that leaves him without a clue. 
“You’re mad.” He shifts on his feet, says it like he knows because he just does. Of course he does. He steps out so he’s directly in front of you, head tilted so he can get a better look at your face. “You’re mad at me?” 
You turn away. “I’m not mad at you.” 
You’re mad at him. You’re mad he can’t see you, mad that he doesn’t want you. You are mad, but you don’t have a right to be. You’re upset and aching in your chest all over a boy who has no fucking clue. You’re mad. You’re mostly mad at yourself, for letting your feelings grow as much as they did, to allow your heart to dictate the way you move around him. 
“But you’re mad. Why?”
You groan, head falling into your hands, “I don’t wanna talk about it, I just wanna go home.” 
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” Max tucks his index finger under your chin, forces your gaze up to his face. You resent the way he worries, resent the way his bright blue eyes are just filled with it, it almost makes you feel guilty for the way your chest aches. His finger feels hot against your skin, shoots sparks through every nerve ending and suddenly the cold air does nothing to keep you calm. 
You turn your head, yanking your chin away from him and take a few steps backwards as you search for the feeling of cold air, for the freedom of just being able to fucking breathe. You’re ashamed of the way your chest heaves, that you show just how weak he can make you with just one touch. Max asks what’s wrong, calls out your name with the same worry you saw in his eyes two seconds ago. It shouldn’t make your blood boil but it does. It fucking does. 
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” You beg, “Please stop. Please stop saying my name and asking what’s wrong because—“ The cold air finally catches you and grabs the words in your throat. You swallow, hard, pushing down every single thought and mistake that threatens to come out. “I just need space.” 
Max’s shoulder’s slump behind you, expression wounded and confused. “What’s your problem?”
It’s an honest question. It’s Max being Max— blunt and straight to the point. He doesn’t spare your feelings, doesn’t tiptoe around your obviously fired state because why should he? He’s always been this way, and it was a trait that you’ve always found endearing. But in this moment, with smoke pouring out of your ears and your heart beating so hard it rattles your ribs, it was like turning up the stove on water that is already boiling. It’s just enough to break you, just enough for everything you’ve spent months trying to keep at bay to bubble over. 
“You!” Your fingers rake through your hair roughly, undoing the effort you put in to make it look nice. You were shaking, every bit of you searching for bit of release and all you had was the words on the tip of your tongue.
“Me?!” Max answers back, confused. “What did I do?!”
“You’re just…” The words begin to tumble out of you in an incoherent stutter. “I've been following you around like a lost puppy since the day we met, yet you couldn't see? You still don’t see…” 
You almost want to laugh at the way Max looks at you and how invisible you truly are. This was the moment it was supposed to click and yet he still doesn’t have a clue— like it’s almost unfathomable to him that you could ever want more than what you both share. 
“I’m in love with you,” Your voice shakes, “you dumbass.” 
Max’s brows furrow, eyes expectant. He’s waiting for the punchline, the part of the joke where you shove him back and say that you were only kidding. But you stand there, cold wind kissing your skin pink and the world just bustling by. Despite the people walking too and fro, despite the murmurs of conversation that are completely lost to you, the silence between the two of you was deafening.
You don’t know how long it is until the boy in front of you makes a move. You watch as he rubs his jaw, eyes cast past you as he searches for the right thing to say. The wind is knocked out of you as you watch Max try and fail to say something, anything. Instead you’re left to listen to the stammers and syllables of failed words. 
I’m sorry, is all he manages. 
He’s sorry that you’re upset. Sorry that you bore your heart out for him and all he had to show for was a stutter and stammer. He apologizes because he sees you, he sees all of you, and somehow you were not enough. Max says he loves you — because of course he loves you, you’re his best friend. He says that he appreciates you, that he can’t stand to lose you and he hopes that you would still want to stay even if he can’t love you that way. Max says all the right things, all the things that were meant to quell your aching heart. Instead it does the opposite. The words pluck at the pieces of your heart, shard by shard until you’re left with a hole in your chest in the shape of him. Max does everything right and yet, like you, it’s not enough. 
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8-bitbrainrot · 7 months
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is there a name for the genre of character that consists of toothy rabbitoid assholes because i need to know it
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rentumblsstuff · 2 months
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Hypothetically…. NPMD Monster High AU……….
Pete: A poltergeist. Peter Geist just wants to be invisible but he’s constantly getting into mischief with his friends that draws too much attention to himself!
Steph: Mummy cause she’s gotta keep family secrets UNDER WRAPS ;) and in MH the DeNiles are also a powerful family so having the Lauters be mummies is just so…
Richie: Freshwater monster!! He wishes he was a Ningen from the western Pacific but actually he’s just from Lake Michigan lol he loves swimming and sushi and you can tell when he’s dehydrated when the blue on his hair starts to turn brown!
Ruth: Frankenstein’s monster. Kinda a given with FrankenRuth. I imagine she’s constantly altering her body parts to try to be as attractive to others as possible. The bolts are on her temples and her headgear attaches to it
Grace: Vampire. It’s funny because she doesn’t get to touch a cross AND Angela is Italian so no garlic for Grace :(
Max: A Jekyll and Hyde type creature. I imagine his Jekyll side is the Max we see in the Waylon place, and The Jägerman persona is the Hyde, and the Hyde half is easily triggered when he’s overwhelmed or intimidated and is hard to control. Not necessarily kept at bay without music like Jackson and Holt, but hey what are you gonna do, amiright?
Brenda and Stacy are definitely werecats that roll in the same pack, Jason is a fellow vampire, and Kyle is a werewolf which is part of the reason Max wouldn’t let him date Brenda
Talk about being a literal monster lmao
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mellosakicc · 11 months
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666 set
this is my 666th post. so here's a cc pack full of blasphemy to celebrate because i am very kitsch.
i swear, the 6 items was not intended.
incl. 2 shirts, 1 turtleneck, 1 bralette, 1 pair of jeans, and 1 pair of tights. it is a special occasion so i tried to tie them all together and to give them a lot of swatches where i could. individual item previews below cut. info for all:
base game compatible
m&f - teen thru elder (yeah, all unisex!)
enabled for random
custom cas thumbnail
download (simfileshare) | download (patreon - free)
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coffin bralette
m&f but just did an f preview, coffin shaped and decorate with pentagrams tied into the ribbons around the bottom.
relaxed fit print jeans
6 different designs with 4 color variants for each incl. white, black, light, and darker blue, in total 24 swatches. some were preexisting items some are original arrangements!
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wicked clothes tees
from the aforementioned clothing brand. mainly the satanic or silly little metal designs.
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deadly turtleneck
based off of an image from painkiller clothing which i believe is an artisan business of handmade goods. the original item was the "deadly harness" but i loved how the turtleneck underneath looked with the harness so i combined it.
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satanic temple tees
the most religious my page will get. hail!
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tighter than tight tights
every time i make some, the name will get worse to balance to stupid amount of love they get. /pos
7 swatches with fishnets, 3 with regular old semi-transparent black tights. again some pre-existing designs and some original.
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milkbreadtoast · 3 months
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another jesse/yeseo comp... 🥹💛🤎 (made this w the iphone photo gallery thumbnails lmao)
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vettelsvee · 27 days
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WELCOME TO MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT (LITTLE MIX'S VERSION)
a formula 1 short stories compilation about my favourite drivers based on each little mix song
my tortured drivers department masterlist
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IMPORTANT INFO YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW!
this compilation will include short stories about sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, oscar piastri, mick schumacher, lando norris, george russell, carlos sainz, max verstappen and charles leclerc.
these works will be driver x reader or driver x fem!oc, and will contain smau, first and third pov, smut and au, mostly. however, i'm open to any topic!
we will be doing an album every week or every two weeks. to choose each album, i'll post a first poll about a certain artist, and then i'll post another poll asking you exactly which album do you want me to post about. ¡! each poll will have de duration of 24 hours, which means we'll need two days to choose an album
i'll try to post as much as i can. however, i'm a uni student and my schedule can change a lot. for this reason, i apologize in advance. also, english is not my first language, so there can be mistakes (feel free to let me know about them!)
taglist is open for all of you who want to join me in my very own tortured drivers department! just let me know in the comments of this post or each artists post!
© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!
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DNA
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1. Wings | Oscar Piastri 2. DNA | Max Verstappen 3. Change your life | Sebastian Vettel 4. Always be together | George Russell 5. Stereo soldier | Lewis Hamilton 6. Pretend it's ok | Carlos Sainz 7. Turn your face | Sebastian Vettel 8. We are who we are | Mick Schumacher 9. How ya doing? | Carlos Sainz 10. Red planet | Lando Norris 11. Going nowhere | Charles Leclerc 12. Madhouse | Fernando Alonso 13. Love drunk | George Russell 14. Case closed | Lewis Hamilton
SALUTE
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1. Salute | Oscar Piastri 2. Move | George Russell 3. Little me | Sebastian Vettel 4. Nothing feels like you | Max Verstappen 5. Towers | Charles Leclerc 6. Competition | Lewis Hamilton 7. There four walls | Sebastian Vettel 8. About the boy | Carlos Sainz 9. Boy | George Russell 10. Good enough | Mick Schumacher 11. Mr. Loverboy | Lando Norris 12. A different beat | Carlos Sainz 13. See me now | Sebastian Vettel 14. They just don't know you | Fernando Alonso 15. Stand down | Carlos Sainz
GET WEIRD
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1. Black magic | Max Verstappen 2. Love me like you | Sebastian Vettel 3. Weird people | Fernando Alonso 4. Secret love song | Fernando Alonso 5. Hair | George Russell 6. Grown | Lando Norris 7. I love you | Sebastian Vettel 8. OMG | Carlos Sainz 9. Lightning | Mick Schumacher 10. ADIDAS | Lewis Hamilton 11. The end | Charles Leclerc 12. I won't | Max Verstappen 13. Clued up | Lando Norris 14. The beginning | Oscar Piastri
GLORY DAYS
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1. Shoutout to my ex | Mick Schumacher2. Touch | Sebastian Vettel 3. FU | George Russell4. Oops | Lando Norris5. You gotta not | Oscar Piastri6. Down & Dirty | Lewis Hamilton7. Power | Max Verstappen8. Your love | Sebastian Vettel 9. Nobody like you | Carlos Sainz10. No more sad songs | Charles Leclerc11. Private show | Fernando Alonso 12. Nothing else matters | Lando Norris13. Beep beep | Carlos Sainz14. Freak | Carlos Sainz15. Reggaeton lento | Mick Schumacher16. If I get my way | Sebastian Vettel 17. Is your love enough? | Charles Leclerc18. Dear lover | Oscar Piastri
LM5
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1. The National Anthem | Carlos Sainz2. Woman like me | Lando Norris3. Think about us | Sebastian Vettel 4. Strip | Lewis Hamilton5. Monster in me | George Russell6. Joan of Arc | Lando Norris7. Love a girl right | Carlos Sainz8. American boy | Charles Leclerc9. Told you so | Mick Schumacher10. Wasabi | Max Verstappen11. More than words | Sebastian Vettel 12. Motivate | Fernando Alonso 13. Notice | Sebastian Vettel 14. The cure | Oscar Piastri15. Forget you not | Mick Schumacher16. Woman's world | Sebastian Vettel 17. Only you | Oscar Piastri
CONFETTI
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1. Break up song | Lando Norris2. Holiday | Sebastian Vettel 3. Sweet melody | Charles Leclerc4. Confetti | Lando Norris5. Happiness | Fernando Alonso6. Not a pop song | Charles Leclerc7. Nothing but my feelings | Oscar Piastri8. Gloves up | Fernando Alonso9. A mess (Happy 4 U) | Sebastian Vettel 10. My love won't let you down | Sebastian Vettel 11. Rendezvous | Carlos Sainz12. If you want my love | George Russell13. Breathe | Lewis Hamilton14. No time for tears | Mick Schumacher15. Bounce back | Max Verstappen16. One I've been missing | Sebastian Vettel
BETWEEN US
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1. Cut you off | Max Verstappen 2. Love sweet love | Charles Leclerc 3. Trash | Lewis Hamilton 4. Heartbreak anthem | Carlos Sainz 5. No | Lando Norris 6. Kiss My Uh Uh | Fernando Alonso 7. Between us | Sebastian Vettel
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earthmoonz · 11 days
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WIFEY. | EPISODE EIGHT (8.13)
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Lena wasn’t sure why she’d stayed at the gala. Maybe it was the free alcohol or the pit of guilt making its home in her stomach, but she felt rooted to the ballroom. Unable to process what faced her outside its walls. Max’s retribution had been swift. They’d blocked Lena’s burner and iphone. It was admirable, even if it did make Lena feel like a massive fuck up. 
To a layman, this thing between her and Max would seem pathetic. Someone in Lena’s position, putting so much trust, time and energy into a virtual stranger. It had been little over a month since their first meeting, but neither person had been able to get the other out of their head since the moment they’d met, regardless of the reason. If their place in each other’s lives was so insignificant, why had the instability driven each other to drink? 
Lena may have been making her home at the ballroom bar, but Max had a lifetime supply of free booze right where they lived! Their entire cab ride home had been spent muttering curses under their breath. How dare Lena doubt them? When had they ever been anything but honest? To their detriment one might add! This entire night had felt like a perverse humiliation ritual. Max was at their limit. Fuck anyone who didn’t believe in them. They’d get by fine on their own.
(transcript below):
(BARTENDER #1): Last orders folks!
(LENA): Ugh.
(LENA): [Slurred] Are you about? I need to see you.
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sleepymrshmllow · 9 months
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elmax reposts 🌈💌
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robinsteve · 1 year
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i didn't want to let them see me weep i didn't want to let them see me weak but i know i have shown that i stand at the gates alone — ALL THE LOVE, KATE BUSH [happy hellfire holidays viv @amsterdamhotelroom! hope you enjoy your gift 💖]
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intriga-hounds · 1 month
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between going back to work and ponzu babies i already can’t sleep, but the dogs all conspired to get me up at different times to potty even though they’ve been fine thru the night most of this past week. 😭
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psikonauti · 8 months
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Max Ernst (German, 1891–1976)
Two Children Are Threatened By A Nightingale, 1924
Oil with painted wood elements and cut-and- pasted printed paper on wood with wood frame
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