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norris55s · 3 months

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a little party never killed nobody - lando norris

best friend(?) party girl reader x lando norris social media au

a/n: idk this is a brain dump of the feminine urge to party with lando in atrocious ways! this will include obscene amounts implied and photographed alcohol consumption so if ur uncomfy with that, i’d skip this one! fc is alix earle!

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landonorris: straya points and the official inaugural party host, y/nusername

y/nusername

y/nusername: gday mate 🇦🇺🦘

danielricciardo: Never underestimating you again, the hangover on that plane was miserable

georgerussell63: I told you she’s a bloody party animal

y/nusername: that was pretty tame ngl

oscarpiastri: I was right, not joining was a better idea

y/nusername: u just hate fun

landonorris: feels like the season finally started

y/nusername: bring it on

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daniel3.jpg: Melbourne introduced me to the Y/N and Lando party world

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landonorris

landonorris: podiums make me so happy i start singing

y/nusername: i feel like you’re better at karaoke than at racing

landonorris: changing careers fr

yukitsunoda0511: Please don’t

y/nusername

y/nusername: jpop is awesome 🇯🇵

yukitsunoda0511: you're welcome

y/nusername: yuki san you are my idol

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y/nusername

y/nusername: in miami, bitch 🇺🇸

landonorris: not like my podium mattered or anything

y/nusername: baby girl i bought you your champagne bottles at the club as a congratulatory gift

maxfewtrell: She's right baby girl

landonorris

landonorris: good timessss lfg miami

oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: Miami was extremely good to us!

y/nusername: when will u let me throw u a party pookie

oscarpiastri: I think the wise answer is never

y/nusername: but it’s FUN and you should celebrate your podiums!

georgerussell63: Do not trust her, you will have a week long hangover

y/nusername: it’s been a YEAR let it go 😭

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y/nusername

y/nusername: my best friend is a formula 1 grand prix winner and i’ve never been drunker (or happier). i fucking love monaco 🇲🇨

landonorris: 🧡

carlossainz55: I think I’m still drunk 🥶

maxverstappen1: same

oscarpiastri: same

landonorris

landonorris: last weekend dump. it was a dream come true (and i’m still drunk too)

y/nusername: now that we got your win out of the way, charles_leclerc monaco win when

charles_leclerc: I'm trying

y/nusername has posted her stories

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lando.jpg: great weekend, could get used to winning and partying with them

y/nusername: vamos!

carlossainz55: 😛

y/nusername

y/nusername: bailando (bye-lando?)💃🏽 🇪🇸

landonorris: u couldn't have picked a better photo

y/nusername: i was barely able to walk, no

carlossainz55: Looking good!

y/nusername: i'm inclined to believe you're saying you look good, to which i would agree

landonorris: what

y/nusername has added to her stories

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landonorris

landonorris: home gp win. it doesn’t get better than this.

y/nusername: i love you so much winner!!!!!! (fuck u for that photo!!!!!)

lewishamilton: Huge congratuations!

y/nusername: good times innit 🇬🇧

georgerussell63: I will never, ever be bullied into going out with you ever again

y/nusername: ...as i said, good times innit

landonorris: how come george and fernando get that picture and i look like a kpop idol

y/nusername: cause ur my baby girl fr

landonorris: what

fernandoalonso: Too old for this craziness, but thanks again!

y/nusername: what do you mean you were the life of the party!!!

y/nusername has added to her stories

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y/nusername

y/nusername: you think i’m crazy? you should meet maxverstappen1 three jägerbombs in. 🇳🇱

maxverstappen1: Let me tell you that you on five jägerbombs was worse, but you wouldn't remember.

landonorris: she’s like that without the alcohol too

y/nusername: wow okay drag me!

y/nusername has added to her stories

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y/nusername: viva el tequila y viva méxico 🇲🇽

sergioperez: Respect!

y/nusername: i promise i don't down tequila like water all the time, i can also appreciate the flavor!

landonorris: she's lying

patriciooward: Can I join you next time?

y/nusername: you can join me any time!

patriciooward: Tonight any good?

landonorris: once again what

patriciooward has added to his stories

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y/nusername: eu te amo 🇧🇷

carlossainz55: 😍

patriciooward: 🔥

landonorris: i am once again asking... what?

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y/nusername: i girlbossed too close to the sun this time but a drunk fake wedding doesn't represent us as people 🇺🇸

user65: you are absolutely kidding THEY DID NOT GET MARRIED

oscarpiastri: Oh Jesus Christ pick up the phone

carlossainz55: Thanks for the invite!

maxverstappen1: That's a way to make controversy

user24: fuck a las vegas win, lando finally bagged the girl

user43: lando to carlos and pato: fuck around and find out

landonorris has added to his stories

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y/nusername: season is over but we’ll be back (no accidental weddings this time) 🇦🇪

landonorris: could you stop posting on ig and come say what you want to eat

user52: cant you see the man loves you why did you unmarry him and say you're not marrying him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oscarpiastri: Don't make promises you cant keep

user 75: HELLO?

user 19: OSCAR?

#f1 #f1 au #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 x reader #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris au #lando norris smau #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfic

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moumouton4 · 6 months

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Just Friends ? || Adrien Agreste x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 29 of the Smutember 2023 ( Finally one more to go ! I also hate Marinette's character to no end and tried to stay relatively soft here 😂 Also the fact that I live 30 min from Paris and I don't even know any places to sit and have a snack in a garden. Seriously it's so overrated, this place is a shit hole... anyways I hope you'll enjoy ! )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : of course they are all aged up, the relationship is not very established maybe they are dating or friends with benefits, mention of shower graphic shower sex, piano sex ? window sex ?, biting, rough sex, dirty jokes, mention of oral!male receiver, finger, slight exhibitionism, car sex ?, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 2045

“The Tuileries’ Garden, Wednesday at 3:00 pm” that was the place and the time, Adrien told you you were going to spend the afternoon at. All his classmates will be there, so it would be a good opportunity to meet everyone. You were told to bring something to eat or drink as you were all going to have a little snack there ( I don’t even know if we’re allowed to settle there to eat lmao ). You took a bag of marshmallows and another one of chips so that - she hoped - everyone could find something they would like.

Sitting in his car you were anxiously waiting to place a face on the names of the people he so often told you about. In the secrecy of the closed doors, his hand held yours, soothingly rubbing circles on the back of your hand. Meeting new people wasn't always easy but damn that was a whole class of 13 people.

“I’m sure they are all going to like you” he tried to reassure you.

“They are going to be quite a lot Adrien” you whispered back, holding his hand tighter.

“Just tell yourself it's back-to-school time” he joked, his humor shining through as he spoke to you, fully comfortable in your presence.

“I hate back-to-school” you whined.

“I know” he chuckled “But I also know you’ll do fine. Come on we’re almost there” he said his excitement breaking through.

You quickly smoothed your hair one last time and took a deep breath as you felt the car coming to a halt. Adrien let go of your hand to grab your shoulder and bring you closer to him, he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. He wanted to savor and bring a bit of your taste with him, knowing that once out the car you’d have to play it cool.

As you finally stepped out of the car, you decided to walk to the place you knew his friends were waiting for you both, keeping a friendly distance between you as you wandered through the gardens. You exchanged a few glances and it was clear in both your eyes that you wanted to hold hands and walk hip to hip, but you had to refrain. He whispered something to you and when you looked in the distance you saw a small gathering of people.

Some were already waving at you and another one, seemingly on rollerblades ( according to the pictures there is gravel on the ground so I don’t even think that she can do that but oh well ) who was zooming in your direction “Hey what’s up newbie ? Doin’ great ? I’m Alix by the way, nice to meet you” she said, extending her hand for you to shake.

As you did you gave her a smile and replying to her “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n” you were a lot less tense now, and you hoped everyone would be as nice as Alix seemed to be.

A short while later, you finally managed to reach the small table they had set for everyone to put their snacks on. You set your bags of marshmallow and chips and not even 10 seconds later the 10 people had gathered around you, eager to meet and talk to you. I mean, you were a potential new friend. Well there still were 2 people that seemed to care about something else, well rather someone else. One, you recognized easily to be Chloé Bourgeois, the mayor’s daughter and there other… erm- no she didn’t ring any bell.

From the corner of your eyes you could see Adrien who was smiling fondly at you, he was very happy and proud that you mingled that easily with his friends. You took a lollipop from a bowl which was set on the table and put it into your mouth, humming approvingly at the sugary taste of the fruity candy.

Adrien’s eyes were locked on your every move. Did you know that you were teasing him at this very moment ? That you were torturing him as you savored the candy ? He subconsciously made his way towards you - keeping his distance - making the blond girl from earlier whine and scream at the lack of attention she was left with, meanwhile the other one followed him closely. You looked at her for a brief moment trying to analyze her behavior. It wasn’t even easy to concentrate as she almost knocked herself on the table full of snacks. “Were those even made of leg material ?” you wondered, as you saw her stumbling and this time almost falling on your- erm on Adrien.

But then you saw it, that look in her eyes as she looked his way, the way they were seeming to beg him to look at her. You quickly looked her up and down just to make sure, then around, smirking to yourself when you noticed that Adrien was still deeply focused on you and your lollipop.

Suddenly another girl, you now knew was called Alya, came to rescue her friend from embarrassing herself further “Hey Marinette” ooh so that was her name “Did you have the time to introduce yourself to our new friend here” you smiled at her, Alya seemed so nice and normal compared to what her friend was displaying ( I’m not shaming any type behavior or personality there. I can be very weird myself lmao but gosh you can’t tell me Marinette is just plain weird most of the time when she is in civilian )

“Ah sorry ! I’m Marinette” she said seemingly genuine, her eyes betrayed her lack of interest in you though, as they flickered to the blond that had walked closer at your side.

“Hello” you answered politely not really knowing where to stand, this time you didn’t even bother to give your name. She tried to speak to you about various subjects, but the conversation remained awkward. It was evident that she wanted to ask something “Aaand since when do you know A-Adrien ?”

“Bingo” you thought, you saw it coming from miles away.

“I-I mean how are you related ? Like cousins ?” she asked “Well you don’t really look alike” she rambled more to herself “Maybe you are in the same fencing club ?” she tried again.

But you only shook your head “Fincing is his thing” you said “And thank gosh not a relative” you thought - either you wouldn’t be able to do all this with him - “I’m just a friend” you stated, trying to seem convincing as you did you best to prevent a smirk from displaying onto your lips.

Chloé who was never far away chipped in “And how come I never heard of you before. Adrichou is my best friend I would have known it if you were this important” she said as she flipped her hair back ( And yes in French she calls him so I don’t know how she does in English )

Before you could even answer something Adrien spoke up “You would have known about her if you were such a good friend Chloé” his tone wasn’t mean or anything but it was enough to send Chloé grumbling somewhere else. It was a very strange scene to attend for anyone who had known Adrien before, because he never seemed to do this for anyone before. He would always let her talk. Maybe he didn’t see nor hear anything when she did, but this time it was different. It was about you. And when it’s about you he always does.

The blue ? black ? haired girl squinted her eyes at you as if trying to read through you, fortunately her friend pulled her back “I think I’m getting a little hungry there hehe. We’re just going to see what is on the table and we’ll be back soon” she smiled nervously as she dragged her friend away.

And that’s how you partially found yourself alone with him again, staring into each other’s eyes “Just friends ?” he murmured, questioningly. As his words hit your eardrums you couldn't help but be thrown back in time, not even a week ago but this very morning.

His voice accompanied your thoughts as he added “I don’t think your friends know the way you taste” bringing a rush of heat to your face. Gosh how much teasing he could be when he wanted to push your buttons.

“Do they not ?” you teased back, knowing exactly what you were doing. As your mind quickly fills with moments, pictures, sounds of him. You two had quite the steamy “friendship” you thought as you recalled how this very morning he had taken you from behind under his shower, your chest pressed against the tiled walls, the warm water raining on you as he railed you cunt. His teeth sinking in the flesh of your shoulder as he held you close. A good thing that the shower was in his room because everyone could have heard the slapping noises if it wasn’t.

While you were lost in your day dreaming he extended his hand and gently took your lollipop from your mouth, before swiftly showing it in his. You knew he knew what you were thinking about, his green pupils were blown as he stared at you like some wild animal. You knew how he could get when he really needed it. Perfection didn’t exist even for him, doing it in a bed ? hell no ! I’d say at least 45 % of the time you jump his bones you’re not in a bed. And that’s the beauty of it because without this, never you would have got fucked on his piano like this, nor against the windows in his room - of course there is not overlooked around - just the contrast of his body heat and the coldness of the glass was enough to get you dripping wet.

After taking a good taste of it he pushed the candy back in your mouth “No they don’t. I’m the only lucky one who gets to have you Purrincess” he smiled mischievously at you.

“You’re the one who is going to purr tonight” you smirked.

“You’re coming back with me ?” he asked excitedly, as he initially thought you were going back to your place after the little outing.

“Mmhh” you nodded at him as you savored his taste on the almost finished lollipop “I’m going to get more candies” you said taking a step aside, you knew that getting away from him during this moment was like torture for him “You finished my lollipop”

“Don’t worry you’ll get plenty to suck on later” he couldn't help himself from saying, hopefully no one heard, even the two girls from earlier.

“Looking forward to it” you smirked “Don’t get too hard thinking about it though” you said as you eyes traveled to his slightly stirring length. He blushed furiously as he turned around taking a few deep breaths “This isn’t funny” he squeaked “You know I can’t control how it reacts”

“Yeah they all say that” you laughed.

“I’m going to get back so hard at you” he breathed out, still trying to calm down.

You wanted to tease him a bit more but you heard someone call your name “Y/n do you wanna try to play some guitar with us ?”

During the whole end of the afternoon Adrien’s hungry eyes ( one look at you and I can’t disguise - I love you Seb ) were solely locked on you, to the great displeasure of Chloé and Marinette. You knew that tonight neither of you was going to get some sleep, but what you didn’t know is that he just had a very good idea popping into his mind. He was going to finger you until you’re quivering on the backseat of the car on the way back. Then he is going to use your mouth the way it should be instead of teasing him all afternoon, you’re going to keep him wet and warm as he plays piano or watches the tv. You should have known better than to play cat and mouse.

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the-modern-typewriter · 10 days

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can you rec us some books with very pretty prose?

Beautiful writing style is, of course, always in the eye of the reader. However, these are some books where I really appreciated the prose style because it was either pretty or in some way really compelling/interesting to me in some way:

Salt Slow by Julia Armfield

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M Danforth

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The Song of Achilles by Madeleine Miller

The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

In The Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado

A Portable Shelter/Things We Say in the Dark by Kirsty Logan

Middlegame by Seanan McGuire

A Spindle Splintered by Alix E. Harrow

Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin

Nightwood by Djuna Barnes

This Is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Bunny by Mona Awad

(These are all from my 'beautiful writing style' shelf on Goodreads. However, I have omitted any where I can't remember what happens in the book anymore or if I didn't love the book!)

#book recs #book talk #book #books #reading #reading lit #book list #book recommendation #book recommendations

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maspers · 5 months

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Ranking the Miracucast by how well they'd cope with receiving a phone call from Marinette at 3 in the morning

Marinette: No, she's not exempt from this. She was most likely already awake, and knows that regardless of circumstance if another her is calling something Serious is happening and she will deal with it accordingly. But she would not be happy about it. 4/10

Alya: This poor girl puts up with so many late night Marinette phone calls. She is exhausted. But she takes it like a champ and routinely provides the support Marinette needs. It ain't much, but it's honest work. Someone please help her. 9/10

Adrien: Yes. 10/10

Nino: I can see Nino being quite the morning person. He would answer the phone and thoughtfully listen to what's going on. Then he would have absolutely no idea how to proceed from there. If Marinette is just calling to get some more Miraculous Muscle that's great, but if it's a problem that needs more brainpower then there will be issues. 6/10

Chloe: She needs her beauty sleep. If Marinette were to interrupt that sleep, the phone is going out the window. Screaming will be involved. Of course, knowing Marinette, Ladybug or Chat Noir is standing right outside to catch said phone to use in conjunction with a Lucky Charm to beat a supervillain or something. Ladybug knows what she's doing by now. 1/10

Sabrina: Would answer the phone thinking it was Chloe. Would be surprised to hear Marinette's voice instead. Sabrina is always eager to please, and would try to help... but most likely that help involves getting Chloe to do something. We will honor your sacrifice, Sabrina. 4/10

Mylene: For some reason I can picture Mylene being Absolutely Down to help Marinette hide a body, and would have the bag and shovel ready right as she answers the phone. I don't have any explanation for this. I really don't. I just feel in my heart it's correct? Mylene doesn't *want* there to be corpses to bury, and would sigh in relief when Marinette confirms she's calling for other reasons. But like. This still feels right. 7/10

Ivan: I don't want to say Ivan sleeps like a rock, but I think he sleeps like a rock. Sorry Marinette, that phone is NOT being answered. 0/10

Rose: Has custom ringtones for all of her friends and catapults out of bed the moment she hears any of those ringtones. Rose will immediately do everything in her power to help any of her friends at any time of day or night. Because that's what friends do. When Marinette asks her to do something oddly specific, she will do it without question and will assume it's Adrien related. She may or may not be right. 8/10

Juleka: Was already awake. May or not be aware of the passage of time. Her ability to function probably increases as the sunlight disappears, if we're being honest, so Marinette will be unnerved by this significantly more cheerful Juleka. This may or may not have an adverse effect on whatever Marinette was planning. 8/10

Kim: He will answer the phone before fully waking up. He will agree to anything Marinette says. He will say "okay, I got it" and then Marinette will hang up and Kim will finish waking up and he will have no idea what he's supposed to be doing. 2/10

Max: Marinette will be very frustrated with Max's auto-responder. Max would be happy to help, but Marinette can't figure out how to navigate all the weird options ("If you need help, press 2, if you need help with aliens, press 3, if you need help with homework, press 4, and if you need help with-") so it'll probably be a half an hour before he realizes he's being called. 3/10

Alix: Before receiving the Rabbit Miraculous, she would answer the phone and provide assistance with copious amounts of sarcastic remarks. Now that she has the Rabbit Miraculous, she gets her significantly more well-rested future self to answer the phone instead. And provide assistance with copious amounts of sarcastic remarks. Alix/10

Nathaniel: While he may not be crushing on her anymore, Nath would still be very eager to help Marinette. Unfortunately he is probably very tired and operating with a less-than-even temper so there will be problems. 4/10

Lila: The entire situation would be hilarious. She would not expect a call from Marinette this early in the morning, and would engage in Death Note-style mental gymnastics to try and figure out Marinette's goal. Does she need help? Why is she calling me if she needs help? Does she need something from me? She knows I would never help her, right? Or is she expecting me to not help and is just calling to brag that I'm not needed? Or, wait, um- Add this to the fact that she's probably very tired and not fully awake means her brain would probably short-circuit and she'd end up helping Marinette out before her thought process can catch up. 5/10

Luka: Oh, Luka, you poor, poor, boy. Marinette is not the only one who comes to you for late night therapy. So many people seek out your assistance at odd times and places, and you will ALWAYS help. You can function, and you do your best, but internally you're just a regular guy who's trying REALLY REALLY HARD to be cool and dependable. You desperately need a break, Luka. But for now I'll give you the credit you deserve. 10/10

Kagami: Her mother keeps her on a very rigid sleep schedule, so naturally she jumps at the chance to be more of a rebel and help Marinette out. Things will get broken. Even if Marinette just wanted to ask Kagami a question, there will still be property damage. 6/10

Marc: There is absolutely no way that Marc can function at all at 3 in the morning. He has been up all night writing, sustained entirely by caffeine and hyperfixation. His brain is starting to collapse from the stress and he can no longer tell fiction from reality any more. He would still try to help Marinette if she called him, but she's learned by now to just let him sleep for the sake of his health. -5/10, but like in a good way

Ondine: Probably wakes up at around this time anyway depending on which sports season it is. She can help just fine, but since she and Marinette aren't that close the chance that Ondine can assist with anything really important is low. 5/10

Aurore:

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Why on earth are you calling me this early?" "I need help." "What? I barely know you!" "I'm going to blackmail Alec Cataldi." "...I'm listening."

4/10

Felix: Look you just know he has the weirdest sleep schedule. He's either basically dead to the world or fully functioning without issue. He will help Marinette, though he might need to be coerced. 7/10

Zoe: She will do literally anything that Marinette asks her to. Marinette will feel very guilty about this. 9/10

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zoe-oneesama · 1 year

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Hi Zoe, I saw a few asks before about a physical edition of Scarlet Lady, I'm curious how you are planning to go about it? For now I saw you talk about volume one, are you planning to make one season = one volume? Will there be any changes to the current comics? (Like color, bonuses etc.) thank you in advance!

Yes, the plan is 1 Volume = 1 Season, with Volume 5 having the finale episodes, so, extra thiccccc.

I have edited the pages to fix spelling errors and made a few changes so subtle that I can't even remember them, as well as trying to make old pages more legible. And there are bonus images and commentary to fill in the blank spots left by page bonuses.

^Here's an example bonus pictures I made for "The Pharaoh". It's the picture Alix joked about sharing with the class of Marinette dressed as Scarlet Lady, and Plagg dressed as the Black Cat statues that the group walks past at the end of the episode.

Because mixam (the ones who'll be making these books) needs pages divisible by 4, I do have some full color pages for the Volumes that happened to not fit that number nicely (so far it's just Volume 2), so look forward to that. I think I'll share those pages later this week.

Additionally, the chapters got new "headers" since they're in a new format:

^Ivan finally got his moment!

So, it's not as easy as just throwing it into a PDF and giving it out like that. I want this to be a special gift for anyone who's willing to put down money for my content - they deserve something extra for their interest, which is also why I'm not trying to spoil everything.

As for the status of everything: - Volume 1: Final Walk-through. I've gone through one draft and added a few things to match changes I made to other volumes, so after I complete a few commissions I'll be ordering in another (hopefully final!) draft. One book costs me about $60 to order, but that's because I'm not ordering in bulk. But it does mean I take plenty of time between ordering draft. - Volume 2: 2nd Draft. Volume 1 had very few errors in its first draft but Volume 2 had quite a lot, starting with the cover being so dark it was basically a black blob with green eyes (the covers are the different heroes). So I've been editing saturation on the cover and need to print just the cover locally to find the right balance. Additionally, there were a handful that accidentally got cut off, so I needed to fix those. The cover is really the biggest thing holding things up. - Volume 3: Ready for it's 1st Draft. Again, these are expensive, and after the debacle with Volume 2 I want to test print Volume 3's cover to make sure it doesn't have the same problem since it also has a lot of black. - Volume 4: Only the pages have been edited. That means I need to do chapter covers, extras, chibis, and page fillers, as well as the cover. - Volume 5: Same as Volume 4, as well as not being done with the season.

Additionally, I'm not out here trying to get sued, so I need an original product to sell with the book being a "freebie". I don't do a lot of original content, so any suggestions would be appreciated. A print? Charm? Bookmark? Stickers?...pencil?

Then there's obviously the store to use, launching a page, creating marketing materials~ All super fun -_-

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empress-alexandra · 1 year

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Empress Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia, when she was Princess Alix of Hesse, 1888.

#Empress Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia #Empress Alexandra Feodorovna #Empress Alexandra #Empress Alexandra of Russia #Princess Alix of Hesse #Princess Alix #1880s #1888 #1880s fashion'#victorian #romanovs #imperial russia #Imperial Family #digital coloring #colored photography #b&w picture coloring #history colored

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bigdreamsandwildthings · 6 months

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Happy Saturday 🤍

#booklr #book photography #book picture #books and dogs #reading buddy #starling house #alix e. harrow #bookworm #bibliophile #fiction #book community #book aesthetic #book lover #book nerd #my photos #mine

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ifancyharry · 1 year

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The Instagram poll

What it is: YN feels anxious about her interview with Nick Grimshaw, when she tries to tell Harry, they fight; angst to fluff

Word count: 3.5k

let me know if you liked it!!!

YN was pacing around her and Harry’s bedroom when she got Nick’s text, her phone already unlocked and opened on Nick’s Instagram account.

‘They chose you!! Told ya Xx’

Followed by another one with the details of their soon to happen encounter. She felt her heart fall into her stomach.

When she had joked that no one would want to see her on his BBC Radio program, she certainly didn’t expect Nick’s followers to vote for her on the ‘which guest would you like on the radio’ poll Nick had posted on his Instagram Stories.

It wasn’t a secret, who she was, and in the time of social media, where anyone knew everything about anyone, articles started to come pretty fast when she was first seen with Harry, and in less than an hour, her entire life was published on the Daily Mail. Her college major, her school’s annuary picture, her parents’ names, everything in the open for anyone to read.

Harry had obviously contacted the gossip magazine, threatening to sue if they didn’t remove the article, but YN had to remind him people could have already screenshotted it and started sharing it online.

It’s not like YN was naive, she knew who Harry was when they first started dating, and she debated a long time whether he was worth it — turns out, he was. The only thing she didn’t realize is how obsessive people can get with his partners. She really thought no one would care about her! Why would they want to know her mum’s name? She still couldn’t get an answer to that, two years in her relationship with Harry.

When Nick told her Harry’s fans were invading his dms, requesting him to bring YN on his program, YN had laughed in disbelief.

“You don’t believe me?!” Nick had shouted, a little bit wine tipsy, “i’ll prove it to you.”

She had shrugged at his words and didn’t think much about it for the rest of the evening, enjoying her time with her boyfriend and his friends.

It was only the day after — still tangled in the silky sheets, half awake and with Harry sleeping soundly next to her — that she realized Nick was serious; he had posted an Instagram story with a picture of her along with two other pics of two influencers (she remembers their names were Alix Earle and Emelie Lindmark), with the poll ‘which guest would you like on the radio?’, followed by their names. She had chuckled a bit through her nose, quietly trying not to wake Harry, and voted for @emitaz, confident that no one in their right mind would choose her. She started to panic when, after voting, Instagram showed the percentage next to the respective names, her already being at 67% this early in the day.

She checked the poll all day, almost every hour, to see if something would change, snapping at her phone like a maniac when the number only seemed to increase.

When she had told Harry, she thought he’d get upset, but he’d just laughed and kissed her forehead, mumbling something about how if he’d known he would’ve bet with Nick on the results. She felt defeated. If she’s being honest, she’d hoped Harry would get mad, because then she’d have a reason not to go along with it. She’d just tell Nick Harry thought it wasn’t a good idea and she knows he’d never question his friend.

But Harry had laughed. He had laughed! Obviously unaware of the turmoil that was happening inside her head from the moment she checked her Instagram that morning.

That’s why, after receiving his text, she had texted him back agreeing on meeting.

Sometimes YN doesn’t know why she’s like this. She clearly didn’t want to do it, why would she agree anyway? Why wouldn’t she speak out on something she wasn’t comfortable doing? She doesn’t know why she needs a reason to decline. She could just own up to her decision and tell Nick she didn’t feel like doing it. But now she had agreed! So she basically was forced to do it, because she knew as soon as she texted him back, he had everything set with the radio.

So she tries to go on with her day without thinking too much about it. They scheduled her appearance for the beginning of the next week, so she had a couple of days to pretend she didn’t have to go.

Pretending actually came pretty easy to her, because if she pretended it didn’t happen, her anxiety subsided, and when she felt that familiar gut wrenching feeling, she’d just push it down reminding herself she still had a week to prepare.

The problem with pretending is that when the night before arrives, you can’t pretend anymore, and all those feelings you put aside, are pushing down on your chest like a weight impossible to ignore, because, sadly, anxiety demands to be felt, and pretending to be fine doesn’t do it any good.

So YN, trying to take big breaths to calm down the ache she felt in her chest, hurried down the stairs, her socked feet moving fast against the floor.

When she walked in the kitchen, she spotted Harry cutting some tomatoes on the cutting board, humming happily a song she couldn’t quite make out.

“Hey baby!” He smiled once he raised his eyes from the board, “dinner is almost ready.”

YN nodded her head but didn’t move from her position on the doorframe, her legs suddenly feeling heavy and her head swarmed with words she dreaded to say.

“Harry…” she whispered, her eyes falling down to her feet avoiding his, “i don’t think I can go tomorrow”

She blew out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, but the heavy weight on her chest was still there, a cruel reminder of her carelessness, because despite feeling a little better when the words came out of her mouth, she knew Harry would be disappointed in her; he hated when people would cancel last minute. He thought it was unprofessional, and in his many years of career, he had always tried to do his best to show up, even if that meant singing with a sore throat or doing an interview with a headache.

YN, however, was different. She liked to prioritize her mental health, and if that meant appearing rude, so be it, she’d stress out over it for a while, but then she’d feel a lot better for not going. This time, though, things were a little more complicated, because Nick was Harry’s friend, and she didn’t want to cause problems between them. Plus, she really cared about Harry’s opinion of her, and she didn’t want to disappoint him, but at the end of the day, she still didn’t feel like going, so she really felt conflicted.

“Baby… c’mon!” He said, dropping the smile from his face and blowing out an annoyed sigh, “You always do this!”

“I know, Harry, I just… I don’t feel good about going” she shook her head, chewing on her bottom lip nervously.

“YN.” He scolded her, his tone stern, “you should’ve thought about that before agreeing.”

YN furrowed her brows, her anger rising with every word that came out of his mouth. She knew he had a point, but it’s not like she could control her anxiety! She still doesn’t know why she agreed, and communicating is difficult when you don’t know the motive behind your actions in the first place.

“It’s not my fault I have anxiety” she snapped, her eyes glancing up to meet his.

“Don’t twist my words! I never said that”

She knew she was being unfair, and she felt guilty about using her anxiety against him, but she wanted him to understand her without necessarily having to speak about it.

“I’m not going” she repeated, but her voice wasn’t firm and her words sounded unconvincing.

“You’re being childish about this” he said, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Why are you being like this!” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms against her chest.

“Like what?” He questioned, and at this point he felt exasperated. It wasn’t the first time YN canceled last minute on something she had agreed upon days prior, and he felt frustrated because he couldn’t make her understand how rude and disrespectful she came out to be.

He didn’t want to force her to go, of course, and he knew anxiety could be tricky with things like this, he just wanted her to speak her mind before agreeing on something just because she felt bad about declining an invite.

“Like this!” She gestured with her hand toward him, keeping the other arm around her waist “i want you to see where I’m coming from”

“I see where you’re coming from, and I understand you feel anxious. But you committed to this!” He said, this time his tone had softened and his words came sweetly out of his mouth, and in a way he hoped to reassure her with his body language, losing the furrow of his brows and taking a step toward her, not before drying his hands on the apron tied around his waist.

“I can come with you. I’ll ask Nick to be there when you do the interview, it won’t be a problem. It will be over before you know it! And then we can do whatever you want! We can call that sushi place you like and order everything off the menu, mmh?”

His offering really seemed convincing, and YN felt her tummy get warm at the thought of eating her favorite food in bed with Harry and maybe watch a movie or just cuddle, but after these wonderful and heartwarming thoughts, came the dark and cold thought of the dreaded interview, and what she had to endure before she could really go home and enjoy her time with her boyfriend.

“Why aren’t you listening to me!” She yelled, her eyes beginning to sting with angry tears.

“Baby…” he said, still trying to maintain his softness with her, hoping it would help her nervous state.

“Fine, you want to force me to go, I’ll go. But you’re sleeping on the couch then.” And with that last threat, she turned her back to him and walked out of the kitchen, a pout closing her lips and her arms still crossed against her chest.

When she reached her bedroom she closed the door loudly behind her and walked to the bathroom to do her routine before bed, ignoring the grumbling coming from her hungry stomach and trying not to think too much about what Harry was making for dinner.

She felt bad he had to sleep on the couch, but not mad enough to go downstairs and apologize. She still thought what she said, and she still looked for some understanding from him, because she thought at least her boyfriend would be on her side, and she felt not supported when he wasn’t.

Despite her angry thoughts, she felt the weight in her chest lifting a bit at the thought of Harry being there with her, and when she played in her mind how the interview would go, she felt, upon a big, dark cloud surrounding Nick’s studio, a little ray of rushing shining on her boyfriend, who would be waiting for her on the side. That mere thought made it possible for YN to fall asleep after a while, her dreams invaded by shiny green eyes and curly brown hair.

. . .

“Are you ready?” Nick asked her from his chair on the other side of the table, in front of him a big microphone hanging from the ceiling, aligned with his mouth.

“Yes” she nodded, speaking nervously into the microphone’s head. Her eyes shifted to find Harry in the room, and when she found him, she quickly glanced back to Nick, realizing Harry was already watching her.

YN still hadn’t apologized, and the car ride that morning had been silent. She felt safe at the thought of Harry being in the room with her, but not safe enough to be happy and feel completely relaxed about going.

When they’d arrived — a bit late because of her funny, anxious tummy —, she was hurried in a chair, the blouse she was requested to wear for easier access, opened hurriedly, and an elderly doctor asked her permission to put the adhesive cups on her chest, right above her bra.

She had blushed a little but nodded either way, looking the other way, the doctor’s cold hands leaving goosebumps everywhere she touched.

She wanted Harry by her side, and she looked toward him with pleading eyes, an uncomfortable grimace adoring her features. He had walked slowly towards her, excusing himself from the conversation he was in, and in no time he was next to her, shielding her exposed skin from indiscreet eyes. No one was looking at her, actually, and she knew that, but his presence put her mind to rest, and she focused on how his lips moved every time he would open his mouth to talk, conversing with the doctor about how ticklish the suction cups were the last time he did it and how Nick hadn’t been has gentle when it was his turn.

“Okay, YN” Nick smiled reassuringly at her, “i’m going to show you some pictures and we’ll watch how your heart will react”

YN nodded her head without saying anything, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. She glanced at the heart monitor beside her, beeping loudly and constantly, her heart rate already quickening a bit because of her anxiety.

Nick grabbed the picture from his desk and showed it to her, “mmh, a big chunk of money” he laughed, his eyes shifting immediately from the picture to the heart monitor, which stayed the same.

“No change” he pointed out, raising his eyebrows at her.

“Don’t care about money” she shrugged, smiling at him.

She was in a way thankful Nick had showed her that picture, because at least the allegations of her being a gold digger and staying with Harry only for his money could be disputed.

“Okay, moving on we have…” he dragged the end of the last word, picking up the next picture quickly. Before he could say what the picture was, YN smiled and said excitedly “a kitten!”

The picture depicted a small black cat, sleeping soundly on its back, its big, milk-full belly in display, a pale rose color.

“So cute” she squealed, and she heard Nick laugh at her.

“Look at that!” He pointed to the heart monitor, her heart rate picking up a bit, going from 70 to 75 gradually, “she likes kittens” Nick winked towards the camera, speaking in the microphone.

“I do” YN nodded, feeling a little more at ease in her surroundings.

Nick showed her two other pictures, one of Zayn Malik, to which she had blushed (but her heart stayed the same), and another one of a Big Mc, and this time it was her stomach that grumbled, still empty from the night before, her heart beat increasing slightly.

“Okay!” Nick smirked, “last picture”, he said, picking up the cardboard picture and looking at it first without showing it to her.

He then raised it a bit and showed it to the camera behind him.

“Show me alreadyyyy Nicky!!” She whined, giggling.

Nick shrugged and turned the picture towards her, smiling a sly smile once he saw the blush creep on her warm cheeks.

YN cleared her throat and squinted her eyes to look better at the picture, but she knew that photo of Harry all too well… she was the one who’d taken it.

It was right after his performance in Rio, and he had been teasing the fans about his Brasil! tattoo all night, but never actually showed it. So, while he was getting undressed, YN had snapped a quick pic of him, his pants half opened, his tattoo peaking out on his upper thigh, right before the zipper of the sparkly material. He looked like an angel, and YN had sent him the photo, which he posted immediately.

“That’s Harry!” She blushed, trying not to focus on the sound of the heart monitor machine beeping loudly and filling the embarrassing silence, her heart beating faster with every glance she took at the photo.

“I know that’s Harry…” Nick smiled mischievously, “and who is Harry to you?”

YN could swear her face was as red as the tomatoes Harry was cutting the day the fought, and she felt herself shifting on the chair uncomfortably, her nails picking at the skin of her thumb under the table. It’s not like people didn’t know he was her boyfriend, but she always feared how his fans would react to that.

“He’s my boyfriend” she whispered, her face flustered.

“Look at that heart!” Nick laughed, pointing once again at the monitor. Yn wanted to scoff, it’s not like he had to point it out, everyone could hear the incessant beeping of the machine, her heart rate going from 70 to 100 under everyone’s creeping eyes.

Her gaze shifted to Harry quickly, and she relaxed in her seat once she saw him chuckling under his breath, his dimples adorning his smile.

“Okay, everyone! Let’s take a little break” Nick said after a while, and she heard one of the crew members signaling that they stopped filming and that the radio would be blasting music in the small break between recordings.

“That was hilarious” Nick laughed once again, getting up from his chair and pointing towards YN.

“You set me up!” She giggled, still embarrassed from what her own heart had done.

“Blame yourself honey” he replied, throwing her a flying kiss.

YN rolled her eyes playfully and waited for the doctor to remove the adhesive patches.

Once she was free from the pads, she walked towards Harry, who was waiting for her with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning against the wall adjacent of where she was sitting.

When she reached him, her head was low and she avoided his gaze on purpose, not knowing where they were standing, with the way she had acted the day before and especially because she had confirmed their relationship without consulting him first.

The room was almost empty now, Nick and his coworkers taking advantage of the break to eat lunch or smoke a cigarette.

She took his arms in her hands and uncrossed them, circling her waist with them. She then snuggled her head against his chest and hugged her own arms around his waist, breathing in the comforting scent of his body wash.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you…” she whispered, her cheek squished against his chest.

“You didn’t” he shrugged, engulfing her lower back in a hug and squeezing her more against his body, “i’m really proud of being your boyfriend” he said, placing a loud kiss against her hairline.

She lingered in his hug for a moment longer, finding comfort in his warm embrace, and then spoke again, “and I’m sorry if I got angry… I… it’s hard sometimes” she mumbled.

She heard him hum and his chest vibrated against her cheek, the beating of his heart lulling her “i know.” He said, firmly, “never again, you hear me?”

He waited for her to nod before continuing, “we never go to bed angry, we always talk it out, okay?”

“Never again” she agreed, because despite being angry with him, she still missed him, and she hated wasting time being angry at him, because it truly was a waste of time. She loved him, and she knew he loved her, so instead of fighting, she should’ve been more open about her feelings, she knew he would’ve understood.

“And I’m never sleeping on the couch again, okay?” He said seriously, to which YN laughed, squeezing his waist tighter.

“Never again” she repeated, placing a kiss against his heart.

“Now… — he averted his torso a bit in her hold, uncrossing his arms from behind her lower back and bringing his hands between them, to button the top of her blouse that she had forgotten to close — let’s go home, hum?” He tugged at the collar of her blouse and then lowered his head to whisper the next part in her ear, “that thing you did with your heart turned me on”, he said, sealing his words with a wet kiss against the shell of her ear.

YN laughed loudly at his words, throwing her head back and then swatting his chest jokingly, “Harry!”

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