#ollie answers

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Lando. I swear that boy and his hospital pics and turning up at the paddock still with his hospital bracelets!

Recovery smut thoughts???

Pity Fuck {1} || LN4

Part Two

“If you want this then lie still,” you warned him.

“But baby…”

“No, you’re meant to be resting,” you pointed out as you slowly began to rock your hips. “This is not resting.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you rode your boyfriend, trying to be gentle but also losing rhythm as your pleasure grew. Lando knew better than to argue so he let you have control, he would enjoy himself anyway. But he really wanted to put you on your back and pound into you.

His hands roamed your body before cupping your breasts and you opened your eyes to see his deft fingers pinch and roll your nipples. The plastic of his hospital wristband scraped across your skin and you shivered at the feel of it. "Can you please cut them off?"

Lando smirked as he pushed the band back up his forearm before gripping your hips and pulling you more vigorously down on his cock. He groaned as he felt his high coming from the gorgeous sight of your tits bouncing and his cock being buried deep inside you, but he was a gentleman and he would wait for you to come first. He knew it was only moment away from how tight your walls were around him and the slick heat running down your thighs.

"Oh, Lando, fuck," you moaned and he reached between your thighs to press his thumb to your clit. Bolts of lightning shot through you as his touch tipped you over the edge and you shuddered with your release, Lando quickly joining you.

You collapsed in relief before throwing yourself haphazardly away when you realised you probably hurt his bruised ribs, but he was still smiling in his happy haze. Unharmed.

He barely noticed you reach into his side drawer and find the pocket knife he had kept since he was a Cub Scout, but he did notice when he felt the tug on his wrist and the band snapped in two.

"Hey! I needed that," he complained as he picked up the reminder of his Vegas crash. "I still had at least three more pity fucks left."

"Boohoo, my love. You'll just have to survive with a regular fuck," you teased as you dropped it into the drawer with all the other random crap that had been amassed over the years. "Maybe I'll let you have my ass for your birthday."

His eyes lit up with the idea since he had been quietly hinting it at for a long time, but they quickly fell with a pout. "My birthday was last week."

You winked and got up to clean the mess between your legs. "It's a good thing they come around again every year."

His groan followed you to the bathroom and you laughed at his whine. "It's a whole year!"

Click here for his birthday.

#ollie answers #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n

[oleander-neruim]

hi it's me the kuervo lore anon back back again with a WALL OF TEXT and also pirates spoilers but those are pretty obvious.

starting with his Tragic Backstory™ everything about him makes so much more sense when you realize he's just shadow the hedgehog spanish dub. ie raised as the specialest child soldier ever, idolized older sibling got killed by the government, now he's on an epic bloody revenge quest and there's these blue guys trying to teach him about the power of friendship but he doesn't care. said revenge quest is also where he lost his eye btw, and his eyepatch and rings are sort of fucked up trophies.

his self image is Messed Up bc of all that. he hypes himself up in his mind like he's some amazing folk hero (in-universe he literally calls chat his "adoring fans". which. ya got me.) and then you realize that's absolutely a front so he doesn't have to think about the murders. he's paranoid as fuck about the other pirates finding out his whole deal but such a horrible liar that he seriously considers yet another murder. but he's just a silly little guy he's done nothing wrong ever in his life why would you even think about him like that.

characterization wise kuervo's got a strong sense of justice which got him in this mess in the first place. he's quick to jump to insults or casual threats and even quicker to just laugh it off (ignore the sword it's just a joke bro!!). he's not super vain but definitely cares about his appearance. there's a very good chance all that eyeliner hides some impressive eyebags. he doesn't talk much but hangs around on the edge of conversations listening to gossip like he's at the movies with a metaphorical bucket of popcorn. he's an insanely good shot but refuses to touch guns (except in life or death situations) to the point of getting jumpy when other pirates pull guns for whatever reasons. he's the type of guy to keep a knife under his pillow (that isn't canon but it's close enough). despite being in the murder faction he doesn't take bounties (one of his only trips to the bounty guild ended with eret killing a guy and getting exiled bc of his bad advice). there's actually so few kites toward the end of the server that he just hangs out with the nightingales despite calling them a bunch of losers once.

one time he crashed bek's ship on a deserted island. he's the only pirate to get away with swearing in front of owen bc he does it in spanish. he's made peace with the fact his epic revenge quest's probably going to end with him dead, but he refuses to die on any other terms than his own. he's lonely as hell but he keeps everybody at arm's length bc he knows he'll have to leave someday soon. he got kidnapped once and immediately resorted to talking to a bunch of fish. he's even aroace

Obsessed actually.

I'm. Honestly pretty hyped that I got the right vibe around him and I'm even more hyped to be able to read about him.

If there's more solid-stuff about Kuervo's background, I'd love to hear. Unless it's like. Purposely a bit shrouded I just loved reading all this.

I'm probably gonna re-read this about 20 times honestly. Thank you for the Lore Dump, I'll be eating it all promptly

#loved this thank you #love silly rambles about silly fucked up fellas #ollie rambles #ollie answers #thanks Lore Anon #🐦‍⬛ #pirates smp #<- so more people can read it honestly #unfortunately i dont have much commentary cos im braindead but rest assured im super glad to have this summary of Kuervo on hand. gobbled.

[ollieartie]

i love the way you draw usopp's hair! it's so big and fluffy!

Ahhhh thank you so much!! His hair is one of my favorite things to draw. As someone with curly hair myself I always want to make sure I portray it right. I'm glad it's able to come across as big and fluffy as I hoped it would 💖💖💖

#ollie answers #kermit-coded #usopp #usopp's hair

[combeauferre]

💛💐🩶 for enjolras/combeferre!

💛 - what are their favorite activites to do together?

they study together a Lot. between enjolras' progression through law school and combeferre going into his philosophy phd, they are constantly studying, and they're both terrible at taking breaks and looking after themselves, but they're great at making the other take breaks and look after themselves, so they have a good little system together. it's this extra time spent together that makes them realise maybe they don't feel this same kind of pull, that they do for their other friends.

💐 - what’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? do they cook/clean together? do they like to go out shopping together?

it's their evenings in bed together. enjolras always has a book or articles he reads before bed and combeferre has a few puzzle books to wind down with, and they cuddle up together and sit quietly for a good hour before they're both ready to turn in for the night. if one of them is too tired for that, the other makes a very good pillow to fall asleep on. enjolras has found some very interesting positions to both read and pillow himself on combeferre's stomach.

🩶 - which one apologizes first? how do they apologize?

enjolras, especially at the start. combeferre often needs to take some time to sit and process things before he's ready to talk, and enjolras knows that, from their literal decades of friendship, but he gets really anxious when they start dating and he always comes back to combeferre to apologise. he's very shy and apologetic, he buys flowers, he's genuinely scared he's ruined everything the first few times. he almost always goes to courfeyrac for advice, who always tells him "give him space, he'll come to you when he's ready" and enjolras almost always ignores that.

when combeferre apologises, he's quietly anxious. he doesn't have the same rejection anxiety that enjolras does but he still has anxiety, and again he goes to courfeyrac for advice - and tries his best to follow it. once he's got his own thoughts figured out, he tends to find enjolras and apologise and explain in great detail why he's in the wrong and why he's sorry. enjolras appreciates it, but he mostly just wants to hold combeferre and tell him it's forgiven.

once they're more established in their relationship, they both try to accommodate the other - combeferre will apologise and tell enjolras he needs space soon after any argument, enjolras will apologise over text and make sure combeferre knows where to find him when he's ready.

#ty!! #ollie answers #pumpkinspice-prouvaire #enjolferre

[a-sour-nectarine]

I really like your babysitter lists, just.. Is Tim allergic to walnuts? If not, why does everyone think he is?

He is not. He simply doesn't enjoy them, and he panicked one time because he thought Alfred would be offended if Tim didn't like his banana bread with walnuts and said he was allergic. He can't go back now.

#a babysitter's guide to the bats #ollie answers #tim drake

[cornettotism]

when you say minor do you mean above 16 or below 16. asking bc if you are younger than 16 youre breaking my DNI

I'm not disclosing this because that is way too much information out on the internet for me, and if you dont feel comfortable with that, feel free to do whatever.

#the reason i have that im a minor in my bio #is to let people know “hey I'm not an adult please dont say anything inappropriate” #but i think thats reasonable #I'm not disclosing whether I'm above of below 16 though #yall can assume what you want but I'm not about that #ollie answers

[yurisorcerer]

What do you think would be the scariest thing for a human to lack?

Skin.

#yurisorcerer answers #ollie answers

[askwonderpets]

Hey Ollie, how are Rock and Mr.Frog doing?

Ollie~ My Mom forced me to give them to Omie!

#ask #wonder pets #the wonder pets #nick jr #nickelodeon #ollie the bunny #ollie answers #rock and mr. frog #ollie to the rescue! #season 2 #omie the bunny #linny the guinea pig #linn #art #fanart #2000s cartoons #2000s nostalgia #animal #cute

[ask-the-cursed-letters]

How do you all see about eachother, like as friends, family, lovers, etc?

(sorry I genuinely didnt know how to illustrate this???) Pari: Well, I like most everyone! Most... *She looks at Ra with a glare...* Mostly people who arent pus- Dha: Shut up pari... Anyway, I'm pretty much the same way. No one really bothers me too much. I can deal with everyone just fine. Ollie: I'm friends witheveryone! I love talking to everyone and i'm glad I can be known as mom! Astra: I see everyone as they should. That is all I will say Mu: They're fine I guess...Some can be a lil annoying, but I'm not saying who!! Uni: Well...I know I like someone...The others are Mid to be honest. Oakley: I don't get to talk with everyone a lot, but I'd like to talk to everyone more... CJ and I are close, as we are business partners. CJ: I'm mostly at work, but I like to think everyone likes me as much as I like them! Ra: ...They scare me sometimes...but they try pushing me to do new things. That's a good thing...

#alphabet lore #alphabet lore au #alphabet lore oc #pari answers #mu answers #ollie answers #ra answers #astra answers #oakley answers #cj answers #Astra answers #Uni answers #dha answers #no art

[that-ineffable-devil]

Random ask - who are your top 3 'this is me' characters?

Oh anon, I struggled with this. Whenever I'm asked anything like this I immediately forget everything related to the question I've ever experienced.

With that said, I decided to go with more recently consumed media and this is what I came up with (in no particular order):

David (Staged): Wait, hear me out! David Tennant is a real human being, but Staged!David is a character. And as much as I hate to say it, that character is exactly the level of soaking wet, introspective, existential-crisis-sharing, attention-whore of a human that makes up a large part of my personality. Like, I'm not always a needy, depressed meow meow, but when I am, that's EXACTLY how I behave. I'm very sorry to any future partner(s), but in exchange I will simp SO HARD for you and otherwise make your life a delight. Depression works hard, but my adoration works harder.

Crowley (Good Omens): Yes, another David Tennant character, but in my defense I'm including Book!Crowley. Much like Crowley, I struggle with authority for authority's sake and the overall injustice of society/the world/existence, but despite a pretty extensive history of trauma, I share the belief that the universe is overall good and will look out for me (and good people in general). I also tend to latch onto one person at a time and struggle to expand my friendships outside that typically codependent (working on that part) relationship. Not to mention the sharp and dark humor, difficulty talking about serious things, and a false aura of confidence that makes it seem like I am not the least cool nerd you'll ever meet (I am).

Ashton Greymoore (Critical Role): While there are various aspects of a variety of Critical Role characters I can relate or even aspire to, Ashton is just.... So me. The chronic pain condition. The severe abandonment issues masked by seemingly logical understanding and lack of self-worth. The extreme loyalty borne of said abandonment issues. The humor. The gender. The hero complex. The conflict between the desire to be known and the need to be anonymous. The conflict between the need to do right by the world and the desire to just protect your family. The what-the-fuck-is-up-with-that of it all.

Hope that's a sufficient answer! Frankly, I was at a loss as to where to even begin. 💀

#ask ollie #all about ollie #ollie answers #not fandom

[shitticusfuckicus]

hey guys maybe.. Don’t dump random personal shit in peoples ask boxes? None of us know you

#ollie answers #the traumadumping is weird #this includes bitches in the 4town members dms and asks #the oversharing is weird too #literally we do not know you #/lh

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Ok I know you said time won't make them nicer to each other.

But I need her reaction to Carlos being diagnosed with appendicitis. Maybe she's the one that takes him to the hospital?!

The Uphill Battle {2} || CS55

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, name calling, angst

WC: 2.9k

Part One

Carlos was grumpier than usual. And that was saying something since he had been in a mood since the news broke about Lewis taking his seat. You could understand that after losing seats to guys all the time before getting a spot in the Academy. Carlos, however, was not used to that feeling and it showed as he pushed himself harder at each training.

“You’re too weak,” he taunted as you wiped the sweat from your brow and started another set of reps with trembling arms. “It’s like you don’t even want to be in F1.”

You let the weight bar fall into the shelf and sat up. “Go project yourself onto someone else, you miserable shit.”

After taking second place at the feature race in Bahrain you had shown you had the drive for F1, but it didn’t seem to change his training approach. He was still firmly on the path of insult until you explode and prove him wrong. To be fair, it had worked so far.

A muscled arm, followed by a bare chest, blocked your way when you stood up, a sneer pulling at his lips. “You’re not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking. Now get out of my way, you have free practice to get ready for.”

He looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. He hadn’t meant to let time get away from him but when he found you in the gym he decided to finish his warm up routine alongside you. It had been a mistake because he couldn’t help but pester and critique you until he completely forgot what he was meant to be doing.

“Fine, but you need to stay and finish your set. That was just embarrassing to watch.”

“I’m done. With you. And with your training. Go fuck yourself, Junior.” You shoved past him, your elbow connecting with his gut, before you made your way to the stack of towels. You felt his presence follow you to the changing rooms and he closed the door to the shower cubicle.

“You’re done when I say you are done,” Carlos growled, turning you to face him before he pressed your back to the cold tile wall.

You tipped your head back and laughed darkly. “Only for the next nine months, then I’m Lewis’ problem. Or, maybe I’ll get the golden boy as my PT. Charles seems sweet and kind, I wouldn’t mind testing his patience.”

“Listen here, you little-” Whatever threat you would have ignored was lost as you flipped the handle of the cold tap and washed it gush out of the showerhead and straight into Carlos’ face.

“You were saying?”

“Brat.” The timber in his voice had the desired effect as his hand enveloped your throat and pulled you under the cold spray. His lips crashed against yours and his thigh nudged your legs apart, your hips riding the thick muscle as you kissed him back just as passionately. “I really hate you.”

You grinned, but it was more a baring of teeth ready to sink into his skin. “I don’t even hate you, that’s how little I feel about you.”

His palm glided over your ribs, touching the flesh bared by the sports bra you trained in, and slipped between the waistband of your shorts. His fingers spread your folds and curled into your core as your head fell back against the tiles.

“You feel something,” Carlos chuckled, dipping his head down to leave his mark on the swell of your breast. “Or you wouldn’t feel so fucking wet.”

“God I hate it when you open your mouth, just fuck me already.”

Carlos pulled the elastic waistband and let it snap back against your skin. The twanging pain was instant but then it was gone as he dragged the material down your legs. Another ache flared as he sunk his teeth into the soft supple skin on your thigh and you cried out at the heat that radiated from the indents he left behind.

“Fucking savage,” you growled, but you both knew how much you liked it that way.

“Sticks and stones, malcriada.”

You were needy, impatient, and well aware someone would come looking for Carlos as the countdown to free practice began. The lure of a verbal repartee would have to wait if you wanted some pleasure to balance out the pain in the arse that was Carlos. You pushed Carlos onto the bench where your dry towel had been abandoned and he lifted his hips for you to drag his shorts off.

“You gonna ride this di-“ You slapped your hand over his mouth to silence him and straddled his hips, sinking down on his cock with a moan that echoed around the changing room.

“Be a good boy and keep the commentary to yourself if you want a happy ending,” you warned as you let your hand fall to his shoulder and started to roll your hips. He heeded your words and bit his bottom lip to keep from saying something that would leave him with blue balls.

His hands gripped your waist and guided you up and down, setting rhythm that had you bouncing on his dick and an orgasm quickly building. The heat flashing across your body was the perfect contrast to the droplets of cold water collecting on your back and shivering down your spine.

“Fuck, harder,” you begged as your head fell back and he grazed his teeth over your throat. Your gasp filled the small cubicle as he nipped sharply at your skin and you raked your nails down his chest, earning a deep groan from his parted lips. The pained sound made your cunt clench and flutter before he suddenly stood up and turned you to face the wall. The emptiness within your body was quickly filled with the snap of his hips and his hand slapped over your mouth to muffle the cry at the sudden fullness.

“Shut up and take it,” he ordered quietly in your ear. “This is what you asked for.”

Carlos’ hands fell to your hips, bruising your skin with their harsh grip as he pounded into you. The slap of your bodies colliding filled the small space and your eyes rolled back into your head as your legs began to tremble. Your breathing deepened and you forgot where you were as your mind emptied and your body exploded.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Carlos moaned, your walls tightening around him with your orgasm. A wordless grunt warmed your ear before he sealed his lips over your racing pulse and left his mark while he filled your cunt.

Your forehead pressed to the cool tile as you regained your breath and Carlos pulled out, chuckling as he watched his cum leak down your still trembling thighs. “God, you’re a whore.”

“That’s more of an insult to you, desperado,” you teased. “Should I send the invoice to you or Sainz Senior?”

You forced yourself upright and stepped under the cold spray to see his smirk fade as you washed his seed away. You both jumped at the loud knock on the bathroom door and a voice called out, “Carlos, are you in there? You’re going to be late.”

“Just a sec,” Carlos shouted back before attempting to step under the now warm spray. You cast your hands out, splaying your fingers across his torso, catching the pained wince that crossed his face.

“Tsk, tsk, Daddy’s calling,” you said with a shake of your head.

He looked down at himself, the evidence of what transpired glistening on his cock. “Seriously?”

It was your turn to smirk and push him back further before waving him off. “Good luck.”

Free practice was already underway by the time you finished showering and changing into fresh Ferrari merch. No one really paid you any mind as you found a good spot on the balcony above the pit lane and watched the final 30 minutes of track time.

Despite there being better performers, your eyes kept being drawn back to your PT and the lowly 7th place he finished. You had catalogued a list of insults for him and went down to the debrief room ready to rule him up when you found him leaning against the corridor wall. Lines from his balaclava creased his cheeks and his eyes screwed shut as he clutched a hand to his stomach.

“Don’t think playing sick will let you off the hook for that performance,” you said as you crossed your arms.

There was no humour in his face, no wry amusement that usually came with your insults. Instead, he silently pushed off from the wall and made his way on towards the briefing room.

You kind of felt bad as you left the track and returned to the hotel. There had been a misstep in the turbulent dance that had been going on for months and you were left unsettled by it. Nothing on the tv could distract you enough that you finally gave up and took the elevator to Carlos’ floor. It was late but you figured he would still be awake as you knocked on his door.

“You look like shit,” you greeted, but your voice was thick with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and the sickly sheen covered his bare chest too. Reaching out, you felt his skin burning like a furnace and he swayed on his feet before leaning on the doorway.

“You don’t care, so just go,” he rasped, his voice pained and weak.

You rolled your eyes and stepped around him to see a sick bowl on the coffee table with some painkillers beside it and a rumpled blanket spread over the couch. He made to follow but he could barely hold himself up and it was only your arms that kept him collapsing. “Fuck sake, Carlos, you need a hospital.”

“Just need sleep,” he argued. His body shivered and his throat worked to swallow but you had been through enough hangovers to know what was coming. You leapt for the sick bowl and barely got it under his face before he hurled up the bright blue electrolyte drink that you spotted on the table.

“Where’s your phone and your keys?” He peeked up from the bowl pitifully and he saw the determined look on your face before pointing to the kitchen. “Can you stand on your own? Don’t look so offended, it’s a reasonable question in your state.”

“I’m fine.”

“And I’m Max Verstappen.” You let go of him for a second to see if he would crumple to the carpet but he seemed to hold himself on pure stubbornness so you dashed to the kitchen to dump the bowl in the sink and grab his belongings.

“Planning on robbing me too?” he asked as he noticed you grabbed his wallet too.

“Since I’m apparently a whore, you owe me a hefty debt,” you muttered sarcastically. “It’s for your ID, asshole.”

Carlos didn’t deign to respond as he curled one arm around your shoulders, leaning heavily into your embrace, and the other clutched his abdomen.

“You’ve been in pain since practice, haven’t you?”

“Maybe…can we just go?”

You pocketed his things and took as much weight as you could off him, using every ounce of your strength training as you guided him to the elevator. It was strange to see him so reserved in the elevator mirror as it headed down to the underground car park and it was even stranger to sit in the driver seat of his car.

“Please don’t crash it,” he murmured as you started it up and headed out into the street.

“I know you don’t believe it, but I am actually a decent driver,” you muttered. The city traffic was busy 24/7 but the satnav came in handy with the directions to the emergency room at the nearest hospital. “Should I call your dad?”

“No. It’s probably nothing but a stomach bug.”

That ‘probably nothing’ turned out to be acute appendicitis. You could have laughed at how spectacularly wrong Carlos was but you were too worried as he was wheeled away to surgery and you were left to make a phone call.

‘Do not call him Daddy Sainz,’ you reminded yourself as you entered the passcode on Carlos’ phone and hoped he wasn’t too delusional to get it right. Thankfully it unlocked and you went to his contacts. “Hello, Mr Sainz?”

“Who is this?” he asked worriedly.

“It’s Y/N, I drive for Ferrari in the Academy, uh, Carlos is my Mentor.”

“Where is my son? Why do you have his phone?”

“He’s at the hospital. They’re just taking him into surgery now to remove his appendix.”

The elder Sainz must had put you on speakerphone as you heard the noises at his end increase. “Which hospital? Why are you only calling me now?”

“King Fahad Armed Forces and you’re welcome, by the way, if it wasn’t for me your son would still be curled up on the couch in his room until it burst.”

“He said you had an attitude,” the old man muttered quietly before he resigned himself to a sigh. “Thank you. I’ll be there soon.”

You sent him the ward number that Carlos would be brought through when he was out of surgery and tried to make yourself comfortable on a vinyl chair. It must have been cozy enough as you dozed off, only waking when a nurse tapped your shoulder and smiled sweetly. “Mr Sainz is on his way up now, the operation went well.”

You rubbed your eyes and thanked her as you sat up to see almost two hours had passed. It was then you noticed a pair of brown eyes were watching curiously from across the room.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” you asked as you stretched and cracked your back.

The old man snorted a laugh and put down the almost empty styrofoam cup of black coffee. “You don’t need to wait, I can look after him from here.”

“And ruin my perfect posture for nothing? I’m fine waiting a bit longer.” You stood up and made your way to the percolator jug of black sludge and poured yourself a cup too before pacing the room. “Have you been talking with the other teams yet?”

His eyes followed you back and forth like he was trying to pick your brain apart. “About what?”

“2025. He’s too good for his F1 career to end now.”

The old man stood up too and refilled his cup. “Would you like milk and sugar?” he asked when he noticed your face scrunch at the first sip.

“Just a tiny dash of milk please, no sugar. I like my coffee like I like my men: a little dark and bitter.”

He chuckled and poured a small amount of milk into your cup before returning to his seat. “I can see why my son likes you.”

You spluttered on your mouthful and hurried to swallow the hot liquid. “You must be thinking about someone else. Carlos and I just about have a mutual understanding, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he borderline hates me.”

“Can’t be too many female Ferrari drivers that he mentors from the Academy, because I sincerely remember his comment about her,” the old man teased, crossing one leg over the other and staring over the rim of his cup. His eyebrow arched, daring you to correct him until he took the silence with an air of smugness.

Sounds grew along the quiet ward and soon Carlos was wheeled in on a hospital bed, parking into the empty space that had been between the two chairs. Though he looked a little sleepy, Carlos was awake and he smiled dopily from where he lay looking up at you.

“The doctors said your testicle retrieval went well.”

His smile broke with a deep laugh and he turned to look at his amused dad. “I see you met her.”

“I did.” Carlos Senior stood up and kissed his son’s forehead. “I’m glad you had her to take care of you, son. I’ll give you a few moments alone.”

You frowned as his dad left the room, waiting for the door to close quietly behind him. “What the hell were you thinking! Why didn’t you say anything? You could have died!”

Carlos shrugged and shifted carefully to get comfortable on this pillow behind his head. “We don’t exactly have the sort of relationship where we talk about things.”

You huffed and lifted his head, fluffing the pillow before shoving it back into place. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Back to the insults, finally.” The sick bastard smiled happily and settled into the pillow with a contented sigh. “For a moment I thought I died and went to heaven.”

“Not funny.”

“Was so, you just care about me too much to laugh. Admit it, you would’ve missed me.” He opened his hand and inched it closer to the edge of the bed.

“They must have given you the strong stuff, you’re clearly delusional,” you said with a roll of your eyes but placed your hand into his palm and he closed his fingers around them. “Your dad seems to think you like me.”

Carlos yawned and closed his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. “That’s probably the beginning of dementia. Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Trust me, I wasn’t,” you chuckled. A few moments of silence filled the room before a soft snore broke the quiet. Careful not to wake him, you kissed his cheek and whispered, “I’m glad you’re okay, Junior.”

“Knew it,” he said as he cracked one eye open and grinned.

You let go of his hand and dropped into your chair with an annoyed huff. “Asshole.”

“Brat.”

#ollie answers #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz smut #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #f1 x reader

[oleander-neruim]

Ceasg Scott, does Sausage ever find out? What about the myths that state a captured ceasg must grant 3 wishes?

First of sorry for taking a billion years to answer, I got busy-

And for your ask:

Does Sausage ever find out?

I can see *eventually* Sausage finding out, but it's no where in the near future.

Sausage may or may not have seen Scott in his ceasg form, but he doesn't have the connection of "Oh that seamonster was Scott." He's seen Scott. He's seen a ceasg. He does not know that it was Scott. More on that later :>

As it stands, of the pirate cast, Acho knows (duh), Martyn knows (whoops), & Cleo (and Kyle somewhat) has a Suspicion somethings off witn Scott but nothing concrete. Scott's an odd fella as it is so who knows.

What about the 3 wishes myth?

There are differences between what would be Our-World Myths vs In-Universe Mechanics.

Such as, I see ceasg Scott as having *some* abilities but not endless wish-granting ones.

I do see more of sort of "Partial soul bound until the wishes are fulfilled" sort of thing. Contractual if you will. Where Scott more-or-less has to do 3 Things of whatever Thr Person says or wants (favors, so to speak).

So Yes on wishes, but Scott doesn't have any endless power to do whatever.

Tl;Dr: Sausage does not know & Scott is obligated to basically do three favors for anyone that finds out.

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[ollieartie]

i just want to come and say that your sanuso drawings always brighten up my day! i always go into the sanuso tags just to see if you've posted anything new! i adore your artstyle so much !!

Hello??? I am literally crying over this??? You are SO SWEET 😭😭😭 I'm glad you're enjoying my little corner of Sanuso content. Thank you so much for leaving this lil message it really means the world to me. 💖💖 I hope you're having a wonderful Sanuso filled day!!

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[combeauferre]

May i ask why your pfp is a 18th century french revolutionnaire

les mis brainrot cat pfp to go with the les mis brainrot url and the les mis brainrot in my mind. it is all-encompassing im afraid

#got into les mis at 13 years old and just never fucking stopped ig #now combeferre (and catferre from my pfp) rules my life #ollie answers #two-wizards-in-a-trench-coat #ur url is also 10/10

[a-sour-nectarine]

ya know that thing you wrote about nightwing being the vigilante everyone should be afraid of instead of red hood, red robin, and robin? yeah I literally think about that every fucking day

Listen, I just think that everyone is wrong about dick grayson. He's terrifying and he's sad and he's so so so competent and he's constantly balancing on a wire and the only reason he hasn't fallen is because he's been practicing since he was 8.

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