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alex-a-fans · 3 days
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If I were to write Murder on the orient express x BTTF Au...
P.S: Parker would not recognize McFlys since they would have moved away in that timeline.
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shitpostingkats · 9 months
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The gc after watching Yuma attempt to do a backflip off (another) escalator
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desert-feather · 6 months
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Another BEAUTIFUL commission from Wisy 💖💖💖💖
From my fic A Novel Encounter!
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vroomvroomsposts · 2 days
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Seeing all the pictures of him on motorbikes from today made me think of this video!!
I am a sucker for anything Carlos Sainz. But I am even more huge of sucker for Carlos Sainz riding a motorbike. It’s so hot!
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ryoubandwagon · 9 months
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and when @toadstool32 says heartship yuri by gosh they GET heartship yuri!!!!!!!
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kathairoette · 1 year
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Helloooo, have some Darkshipping Demon AU, via request from a lovelie on instagram!! (I'm also @kathairoette over there :0)
Unfortunately I didn't know how to see past requests on insta, and my memory told me they wanted YB + YY specifically. Imagine me when I finally could check that request weeks later and saw it was for TKB + Atem (-ω\) Hope its ok!!
Thoooo this did stay in my head for a while, enough that I added Ryou and Yug weeks later!! Maybe if anyone's inspired, they could write this into the dumb romcom demon + human fic that I crave... 👀👀👀
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bakuraes · 2 months
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More vampire romcom au! Yugi’s the only one who knows Ryou’s a vampire aside from Ryou’s pops. He’s Ryou’s main blood source and gets Ryou extra blood at the blood bank he volunteers at too, all in exchange for burgers, what a good pal am I right
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remapped-soul · 5 months
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for the fic title thing i'm roughly translating part of an italian indie song
"where i'm from a kiss and a goodbye are the same thing"
in Italian: "da dove vengo io un bacio ed un addio sono la stessa cosa"
brocedes? rosquez? it's your pick, i'm in a angsty mood 😃
so. i know im half a year late. but. i hope this little ficlet i got for you will be worth it. all the angst and all that. i took the kiss part and ran away with it. inspiration suddenly arrived after ghosting me for months. also, this snippet is part of a bigger universe, set in the 5+1 au (the fabio fic on my ao3), sometime in the future.
Marc goes looking for Fabio, but he finds Valentino Rossi. Draped across the couch like he owns the place, Valentino looks up when Marc enters the motorhome as if he expected this all along. He merely blinks in Marc's direction before his focus shifts back to scrolling on his phone.
The door closes behind Marc with a soft sound. Fabio is nowhere in sight. Neither is Tom. No one enters Fabio's place without Tom's approval, but with Valentino here, Marc guesses Tom has been updated on the latest arrangements.
Marc stalls, unsure what to do. He planned this with Fabio a weekend ago. The time, the place. Did he forget? The idea sits wrong in the pit of his stomach. Marc could leave, try another time, but he has an interview in thirty minutes, a meeting with his team right after. Training and physio later in the evening. Beauty sleep at nine if he wants a decent race tomorrow.
Fabio wouldn't stand him up unless it was important.
Marc could leave. "Do you know where he is?" He asks instead, choosing English as his language, even if he speaks Italian as well. Neither here nor there, but meeting on neutral ground. They always yelled at each other in Italian. Valentino shrugs. "Do you know when he will be back?"
Valentino shrugs again. Doesn't even look up. Marc grits his teeth. He breathes in and remembers his agreement with Fabio, his love not finite, but so abundant he feels the need to share. At the end of the day, Fabio returns to him no matter what, but as Marc looks at Valentino, he is not so sure anymore.
Marc tries again. He always did. For Fabio he will always try. "Can you tell Fabio I looked for him? We had something planned. He…he knows why."
Valentino looks up at that, finally putting his phone away.
"I speak Spanish, you know?" He smiles, Spanish words rolling easily on his tongue. "I'm not sure when blondie will be back, but--" His eyes glint, and Marc bites his tongue to keep himself from snapping at Valentino. Valentino smiles like he knows this. "Can I help you with something?"
"It's fine," Marc replies in stilted English. He needs to get out of here. "I'll talk to him later." He needs to go before--
"I can help you with the arm."
Marc wants to scream.
"No, thank you." Marc had enough. He turns to leave before--
"Marc."
Before something happens. Something like this.
Marc freezes, ignores the stirring in his veins. Valentino hasn't called him by his name in so long. For fuck's sake.
"What?" Marc's Italian has always been harsher than his native tongue, than English. It's a blade sharpened to cut. He spins on his heels, feels his nostrils flare as he looks at Valentino, at the unreadable expression on his face. "What do you think you can do?"
Valentino gets up from the couch, hands raised slightly as if he is facing a rabid dog. Marc feels like one, heart pulsing on his ears, in the back of his throat. He searches Valentino's eyes and doesn't find hostility, nor mockery.
"Fabio has told me he massages your arm sometimes," Valentino continues in Spanish. "Whenever the weather changes. When it gets cold. Whenever you injure it." He doesn't mention the accident in Sachsenring.
"The Netherlands have always been cold."
Valentino sighs and stops a few feet away from Marc. "I'm trying," he says, still in Spanish. It grates on Marc's nerves. "We--"
"You don't need to do anything," Marc says. "I don't care what you do with Fabio as long as he's happy. Just leave me out of it." Marc pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm down. He doesn't want to yell. He did that enough when they still told each other i love you in Spanish. Now, they're strangers, and Marc wants to keep it that way. "It's not like you can change anything."
"For Fabio," Valentino continues as if he didn't hear Marc. "We should at least try for him. At some point we're all going to be in the same room. He deserves more than-"
Marc raises an eyebrow.
"This." He gestures between them. "More than us yelling at each other."
Marc raises the other eyebrow too.
"We won't be friends again, Rossi."
"We don't need to," Valentino says. "Just let me massage your arm. You have to race tomorrow."
Marc keeps close to the door as he watches Valentino, waiting. They both know the massage won't do jack shit for him. That's not why he asks Fabio to do it. But Valentino wants something and uses Fabio as an excuse. Marc can ignore everything but that. So he nods, smiles, and closes the distance between them, brushes against Valentino as he sits down on the couch and unzips his jacket, revealing his arm. Indulging, inviting. Holding his breath. Valentino follows.
Valentino's hands are cold on Marc's skin. He tenses his whole body, forbids himself to give even the smallest of tremors as Valentino's callused fingertips run down his biceps, pressing into the ridges slowly, as if Marc is made of glass. As if Valentino cares.
Marc scoffs. Side by side on the couch, he sees Valentino looking up from the corner of his eye. "You can press harder," Marc says. "I won't break. The scar tissue is dead anyway."
Valentino doesn't say anything. He keeps working the muscles, prodding and kneading the arm, breath warm against Marc's skin. If Fabio or Tom came, Marc doesn't know what his explanation is going to be. He mulls over words inside his mind, willing time to go faster, willing his heart to beat slower. Treacherous body, always acting erratically around Valentino. Marc focuses on keeping a steady hold on himself, so he doesn't notice when the air around him shifts, when the couch dips next to him. He snaps back to attention when Valentino presses his lips against Marc's scar, where healthy skin meets the dead tissue.
Marc's breath hitches.
"Vale--"
Valentino kisses down his arm. Slowly, reverence held in the corner of his mouth. He shifts closer, fingers closing around Marc's wrist, around Marc's thigh, caging him in, as if he is afraid Marc will spurt wings and take flight.
"Vale, what are you doing?" His voice breaks, a strange tune he doesn't recognise. Or one Marc chose to forget, reserved only for the nights when Valentino took him apart in the humid Spanish nights.
Valentino's mouth slips down his arm like silk, dry lips catching around Marc's scar, hot breath living goose flesh in its wake.
Marc shivers, leans towards the heat, head turning to see where Valentino is kissing his skin, so strange, so familiar. Valentino looks up at him through his eyelashes, the blue of his irises a whisper around his blown-out pupils. They breath in unison. Valentino leans back, reaches up, and Marc tilts his head down, thinking, thinking-- They haven't kissed since 2015. They haven't touched since 2016. Valentino caresses the edge of Marc's jaw, careful, careful. Marc pushes his cheek against his fingers, thinking, thinking-- is Valentino the same with Fabio? Careful, because he could break? Or rough, the way sometimes Marc is, pushing Fabio against walls, biting under his ear to get him to shiver, because that's how Fabio likes it, because Marc loves--
Marc wrenches himself away before Valentino can kiss him. He pushes himself to the other end of the couch, almost heaving, still looking at Valentino, at the flush on his face that probably matches Marc's own.
"Marc--"
"I'm done here," Marc says in English. "We're done." He leaves without looking back, door almost slamming behind him.
Marc announces he won't race after he leaves Assen early morning on Sunday, and doesn't see Fabio before that. Not in the morning, not the night before, after his duties are done. The only thing Marc gets from him is a text.
Valentino is here. I'm spending the night with him. Fabio doesn't ask for permission. Marc is not his keeper. He's just his boyfriend. So he texts back, Ok, take care. He doesn't text, I know. I almost kissed him. Marc puts his phone on silent and sleeps alone that night.
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kingofthering · 6 months
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THAILAND 2022 | Tony Arbolino and Filip Salac being cozy together after the race.
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2194teddy · 2 months
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BMO would be so cute as a Humanoid Giant Robot based on Dazzen's Desing.
https://x.com/RealDazzen/status/1762631696115970087?s=20
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Imagine BMO as a cute humanoid giant gender-bent gaming console that is super friendly and helps out citizens of Ooo.
I think BMO will be 12", but gain some glitch that makes her 120' or ten times their height.
A cute yet weird robot that is amassed at its growth spurt.
BMO would have a chill work through the woods of Ooo while trying to be gentle toward its friends.
BMO would be a big gaming robot. :3
BMO would be joined by Finn the Human and Jake the Dog. Their brothers.
I need more giant BMO cuteness, plz!
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my-aamay-blog-blog · 5 months
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Late night Puzzleshipping cuddles
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shitpostingkats · 5 months
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Jaden and Yuri is a killer Dark World Rulers combo because Jaden hates doing administrative work and Yuri not only has the training, this scrappy purple toothpick shouting down 12 foot tall hell monstrosities is good for his enrichment.
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desert-feather · 3 months
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New Fic! 'Whisk Me Away'
Summery: Yugi takes a cooking class and after meeting the chef, wonders if he's on the menu, too.
Rating: Spicy
Commissioned art within but Wisydora!
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baku-go · 2 months
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giant!atem x fairy!yugi
i look in your eyes as you hold your hand steady you are my rock and for anything i'm ready it seems to be the together is the hand we've been dealt i flutter onto the round of your shoulder feeling the minutae of your armor, the leather i sit here as light as a feather i am here to listen, to offer my support i'll make sure you feel welcome in this fairy court
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sandswirls · 3 months
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(AU) I couldn't get the idea of Yugi being latino, specifically boricua, out of my head. I had to animate this iconic audio
I think the funniest part was trying to translate all the slang into English
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akur000 · 8 months
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AHHH I FINISHED YUGI !!! based him of an axolotl!
been playing a lot of hsr recently so his bg is literally just bailu’s
can’t wait to draw more of ryou and yugi interacting for this au [:
(also it’s so funny to me how slowly i keep adding colour onto the drawings as i draw diff designs)
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