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plethomacademia · 25 days

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Had a lunch fit due to this picture of Enver pouring wine on himself. Maevetash, M rating for blood and a sideways reference to sex, 681 words, Gort provokes Maeve by pouring wine on his chest when she is in Blood Weirdo mode

Maeve puts her fingers to Enver Gortash’s chest, just above his heart, and begins to trace. She cannot say whether or not her movement is accurate, whether she is faithfully following the flow of the blood being pumped out from his heart, heavy with oxygen fresh from his lungs. Once her fingertips touch his open collar, she goes back to try again.

She hears the slurp of him taking another drink, and then the wet sounds of his mouth as the liquid is sent down his esophagus. She looks to the middle of his chest, imagining the red wine going underneath the path of his red blood.

“You are distracted,” he says and she feels his words in her hands.

“Distracted from what?” she says, looking up to see him watching her. “We aren’t doing anything.”

It is half true. They are at rest after a hearty meal and a hearty debate over whether a historical coup had been a success or a failure. Maeve had argued the former (the coup had in fact succeeded), Enver had argued the latter (the government formed in its aftermath had quickly collapsed). They have settled on the couch of his study and she has allowed him to put his arm around her. Finally, she has relaxed into it and now they they are in the in-between space: the time period after the excuse for their coming together and before the battle to convince her to stay for just a little while longer.

“You would like to though, I think,” he says.

“You like to think that you that know what I would like, I think,” she replies.

He moves his glass back to his lips. “Mm,” he hums as he takes a sip.

Maeve looks back to her hand, paused above his right pectoral and the lovely layer of fat that his fine life has put over it. She moves it back to his heart.

Suddenly, her vision is filled with red.

She feels herself freeze and she anticipates copper, she anticipates iron, she anticipates a thick trail of sticky clinging red that drips fast and then slow as it grabs onto itself, trying to stop itself from pouring, the kind that could coat a tongue, maybe a throat if you are greedy.

Instead, there is a splash, followed by the smell of oak and grapes, a red burst that dissipates into a thin film in between the hair on his chest and belly. She looks to his face again and finds him smiling, his wine glass held nearly horizontally, just high enough to keep him from spilling even more of the drink onto himself.

“What are you doing?!” she says and she hates how it sounds coming out.

“Testing a theory,” he says. He smiles at her and she knows he heard it, the surprise and worse, the betrayal when the red liquid was not the one that she wanted.

“Perhaps I will test my own theories, Lord Gortash.” She pushes herself to sitting, then slings a leg over his lap. This lets her put both hands on his chest and she digs in her thumbs, presses them both into his sternum. She does not let up until his skin is white from the pressure, then hooks each finger, as if she might decide at any time to open his chest like a clam.

“Oh come now, you have long decided that I am best kept alive. But,” he says, making sure that she is listening before he continues, “if you desire to carve me up, I am always amenable to seeing you exercise your lovely control, Slayer.”

She feels him already hardening underneath her bottom and she pushes down hard, enough to earn her a wince. “You are a reckless fool, Enver Gortash.” She lets herself extend a single nail, a piece of her father’s power, just enough to fill the white divot underneath of her thumbs with red, proper red, thick and pooling. She breathes in the scent of him. “One day, I won’t bother to bring you back from it.”

#dark urge #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #enver gortash #durgetash #maeve #maevetash #y'all why am i like this

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threelionsgirl · 11 months

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kinda shy | ben chilwell

part II of pillow talk

request: “Pt 2 when they’re back in London and they both have distanced themselves from the cup?? AHHHH I just can sense chillys “oh I wanna show interest but I’m kinda shy and thinking about what she said” type thing. Like being cautious about his next move…, or her next move idk??? Either way this piece was incredible!!” warnings: none word count: 681 masterlist | requests are open!

After long physio sessions, Ben was finally home. The Club World Cup title and the trip to the Emirates were cool, the celebration was gigantic, but soon they had to return to London and with the return was also his physio routine after his knee surgery. A few days had passed, and his recovery was going well, but what really didn't get out of his head was his night with Y/N. He had her number saved on his phone and thought about calling or texting like he said he would, but every hour he would come up with something to do to put it off.

They had followed each other on Instagram and every now and then Chilwell was checking out her pictures and stories, but he found it kind of ridiculous because he had the mood to spend minutes of his day on Y/N's profile, but not to call her. Not that he didn't want to be with her again, he really wanted to show interest, but something was making him a little shy, wondering what she was going to say. He didn't even know if Y/N remembered him, maybe she got tired of waiting and could even be with someone else already.

He was sitting on the couch in his living room after having a nice shower with Oscar by his side. The dog was lying with his head on his owner's lap, receiving affection from one of Ben's hands. He stood like that for a while, his hand tingling, until he decided to fuck off and dial the number Y/N had saved there.

She answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" Her voice was soft on the other end of the line, Ben coughed weakly to allow his voice to come out.

"Hi, it's me." He scratched his throat, looking at Oscar as if asking for help.

"Me who?"

"Ben." He paused. She had to remember him. "Chilwell. Ben Chilwell."

"Oh, hi Ben." Chilwell wondered if Y/N was smiling as he said that. He would bet he was. The way she spoke his name gave the impression that she sketched a smile.

"Good to know you remember me." It was really good, almost a relief.

"Of course I remember, but I really didn't think you were going to call anymore."

"I'm sorry for the delay." He whined, hoping that wasn't the reason for the misfortune of all his chances.

"It's okay."

"I really wanted to call you, I really wanted to, but I still didn't know quite what to say." He gave a weak laugh, wanting to cut the tense mood, and I could swear Y/N let out a little air through his nose as well. "I get kind of shy sometimes, I didn't want to be a jerk." Ben confessed feeling his hands getting sweaty, he couldn't remember feeling so nervous, even more so talking to a woman he had already slept with once.

"Cute." Maybe she would have given him another smile, but it was what she said next that surprised him. "Well, I went to a Chelsea game last week, I looked for you, but you weren't there. I was thinking of calling you on Instagram, but since you said you were going to call, I was afraid I'd get dumped." Laughter. Ben laughed, too. He would never blow her off.

"Really? Did you look for me?"

"Yes."

Now he was really happy to hear that the interest was not just coming from one party.

"Unfortunately, I'm not playing because of a knee injury," he said.

"That's too bad."

"Yeah, I'll be out for a while longer." He lamented more to himself than to her. It was awful not to be able to play, but at that moment there wasn't much he could do. "But we can still watch. Do you want to go to the next game with me?"

"Sure!" Ben smiled at the speed and excitement Y/N used to answer. "I'd love to."

"Then I'll text you all the details, is that okay?"

"Yes, but only if you promise me you won't disappear again."

"I wouldn't even be crazy."

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thehusbandoden · 11 months

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The Twins -Dabi x Reader

Fluff, maybe a teensy bit of angst? | 681 words | First person | unedited per usual, my apologies | there's gonna be a part two cause it'd be too long if not.. idk. I'll post part 2 asap!!

(Edit): To sum it up I just added more to the story. Oh my freaking goodness. I've had a writing block for what seems like forever now. I went to try and write more and came to a blank. I added a teensy bit to a "part 2" and yk what- that'll just have to sum up the thingy thing (I cannot think for the life of me rn). I'm sorry, I'll hopefully be motivated soon.

You and Dabi have a very close, and very steady relationship. That, and being in your prime has you in a baby fever. Due to you and Dabi both being villains, you've never tried, nor even talked about it. Well~ on a mission you find a pair of abandoned twins.. and what were you supposed to do?? Leave them?! Nah, you evade pursuing heroes and bring the little angels to the League.

(V/n)- villain name

I huffed as I sprinted towards an abandoned building. Swerving my head around, I dashed inside when I didn't see the heroes that were previously chasing me.

Crouching behind a collapsed structure, I struggled to catch my breath, wondering what to do next. As my breathing evened out I pulled out the cellphone Shigaraki had given me.

About to dial Kurogiri, I stopped as I heard distant cries. Pausing, I identified the cries of a distressed child. Pouting, I ran toward the sound instinctually.

I've been dreaming of kids recently, and being in my prime, plus being in a long, and very close relationship has gotten my mama instincts all riled up. Though, we've never tried due to the both of us being well known villains.

Skidding to a halt, my heart dropped as I met eyes with two small children, both looking around the age of two. They were curled inside a blanket, sitting on a piece of cardboard.

From the little I could see, there was one boy, and one girl. The boy was a little bigger, and had blonde hair, which fell to below his ears, and the girl had jet-black hair to below her shoulders, and pink eyes.

Immediately falling in love, I took a step towards the pair, which brought the boy's attention to me, revealing a matching pair of pink eyes.

"Hi.. where are your parents bubbas?" I ask, hesitantly walking towards them. As the girl watched me, her cries worsened, while the boy's subsided.

"Hey, hey! It's okay!" I soothe, swooping the girl into my arms. At first she freaked out, but after I rocked her back and forth and patted her back she calmed down.

Shifting her into my left arm, I picked up her brother as well. Judging by their sizes and identical appearance, I would guess that they were twins. As the boy settled in my arms, my heart melted as he wrapped his tiny arms around my neck.

Cooing, I stared at the toddlers in awe, already feeling very protective over the two. Just as I started to leave, I mentally cursed as I heard the heroes calling to one another, exclaiming that they heard a child cry where I was assumed to be near.

Sprinting, I made my way back to the bar, twins protectively secured in my arms. "THERE! GET HER!" A hero yelled, making his way toward me. Panicking, I tried to find a place to quickly call Kurogiri. After a few minutes of evading the heroes, I dashed into an empty alleyway, and hid behind a large dumpster.

Setting the boy on my knee, I bounced him up and down to keep him happy as I pulled out the cellphone, quickly dialing Kurogiri.

"(V/n)." Kurogiri greeted, waiting for me to continue. "I- I need a portal.. quickly." After giving him a rough location, he quickly sent a portal my way, telling me exactly where it was and how long he'd keep it up.

Thanking him, I quickly ended the call before picking the boy back up, sneaking out of the alleyway quickly. I jogged as I kept an eye out for the heroes, desperately clinging to walls as I searched for the portal.

After a while of searching, I found it with only a minute or so to spare. Sprinting toward it, my heart sped up as I heard the heroes pursuing me. Jumping into the portal, I sighed as Kurogiri closed it just in time.

"Really (v/n)?" He asked, eyes locked onto the now sobbing twins. "I couldn't just leave them!" I spit, moving toward my shared room while desperately trying to soothe the twins.

As I shut the door, I collapsed onto the bed, gently, petting the toddlers heads while whispering sweet things to them. It wasn't long until they both fell asleep, pitifully clinging onto me as they slept, like they were begging me to stay.

Smiling, I kissed both of their heads before falling asleep as well, imagining how my sweet Dabi would react to the new addition to our tiny family.

I awoke to a familiarly warm hand placed on my exposed shoulder. Blinking my eyes open, I grinned as I saw Dabi, his turquoise eyes focused on the sleeping toddlers that were comfortably cozied up in what he deemed, "his spot".

"(Y/n).. what are these things, and what are they doing here?" Dabi asked, moving his hand down to my thigh, grasping it affectionately.

"Baby.. I found these two little angels on my mission. They were abandoned, lonely, terrified, and most likely starving. I took them back here.. and I really wanna keep em." I beg, pleading eyes bleeding into Dabi's unamused ones.

"(Y/n). We're villains."

"And they don't have a home! Besides, we're already attached so~."

"What are their names?" Dabi sighed, sitting down next to me. "I don't know.. I was gonna have you help me with that."

"Okay.. well what are we supposed to do with em?"

"Umm they're gonna wake up hungry.. so why don't you get some food? Nothing too hard to chew though. We don't want our children to choke." At that, Dabi just gave me a soft smile before going to find some substantial food.

Masterlist | Requesting Rules (requests open and appreciated)

Do not copy, repost, nor plagiarize my work. Ask before you translate or use my work in any way, minus reblogging.

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #mha dabi #dabi #mha x reader #dabi x reader #fluff #mha fluff #dabi fluff #dabi x reader fluff #mha x reader fluff #baby fever

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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That was just beautiful 🥲🤧 poor Rinnie, poor stupid love dumb Rinnie❤️

Thank you so much for answering my request! I have so many more ideas, but I am just terrible at writing! I have another request for you! Another Rindou Angst, like I said previously, I /live/ for it. 🥺

AU Rindou where he comes from money (his dad being a CEO or something) and he meets a girl, falling madly in love with her. Their relationship having been kept a secret until they were caught fucking on the family dinner table. Afterwards being sat down to be told he could never be with her because she doesn’t “fit” that Haitani image.

A Special Affair: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 681

tw: smut, angst

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"Come in; no one's here."

"Are you sure, Rin?" you wonder, stepping into the lavish apartment. "This place looks guarded to the teeth."

"You're my father's personal assistant," Rindou laughs, holding his hand out to you. "If he asks, we were just... discussing his birthday arrangements." You give him a quick roll of the eyes but take his hand and walk further into the apartment.

Your heels clack on the polished floor while Rindou shows you around, pointing at things rich people like and buy. You're sure that just the rent costs several times your annual salary, but you say nothing, opting to give Rindou a smile or two. At the same time, he parades you about, his eyes glowing as he mentions some renaissance painter's original artwork hanging above the spiral staircase.

"My brother hates these," Rindou mentions, shaking his head. "He's more of a Basquiat fan." You know that name, so you nod and giggle. But your tour is quickly derailed as he sweeps you into the dining room.

"Glass," you breathe, looking at the furnishings carefully.

"You can literally watch yourself eat." The man places a finger on the table and then lifts it. "And it's smudge-proof."

"No such thing," you gasp, but Rindou raises a brow, smirking.

"Want to test it out?"

You think you're going to test out the theory by wiping your hands over the surface, but Rindou has other plans. More like... taking you from behind as you stare at your reflection, completely entranced by the sight.

"You're so... fuck... right. I can watch myself..."

"Yeah, watch yourself..." Rindou huffs, holding your ponytail in his hand. "Watch yourself taking that dick."

You go two more rounds over the course of the evening: fucking on the couch, on the master bedroom floor, and finishing things up with a long shower.

"In the morning," Rindou yawns. "I'll take you back to your place. But for right now..." He turns over to you in the bed, holding you close. "Just need some sleep. Love you, babe."

"I love you too." You kiss his forehead and then slip into a deep sleep in his arms.

"Rindou." Mr. Haitani looks over to you after addressing his son. "Y/n." You swallow hard, looking at the older man with trepidation. There's only one reason why he would call both of you in like this.

Rindou adjusts his glasses and clears his throat before crossing his arms. "I have a lot to do today, dad," the younger Haitani mutters. "Whatever it is, can you hurry up and tell us?"

Without words, Mr. Haitani leans back in his chair and picks up a remote. The TV behind him flicks on, and the black-and-white footage begins to loop. You watch as the two of your trapeze around the apartment, half-naked, then fully naked and fucking wherever it pleases you.

Pieces of the footage are stitched together to make a continuous loop of you spread-eagle, Rindou bending you over the dining room table, and a blowjob that ended with Rindou again spreading you out on the floor.

The footage pauses. Your breath is caught in your throat. The elder Haitani leans forward.

"I could go on and on about how inappropriate this is." Silence. "But that would be a waste of my breath." Rindou opens his mouth but is immediately cut off by his father, who stands. "I should fire you, Ms. Y/n, but my idiot son would just hire you and make you his personal assistant." You hang your head, nodding. "As for you, Rindou..." The man walks from behind the desk, straightening his jacket. Rindou shrinks as the man approaches, anticipating the following action.

The two slaps are entirely too hard. You hear the hiss, but you don't dare to look anywhere but at your feet as the elder Haitani mutters, "Why can't you be like your brother Ran?"

After you're dismissed, you find that Rindou doesn't even look at you on his way out. He leaves you without a word, with a reddened face, and tears in his eyes; never to speak to you again.

#rindou haitani smut #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers

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rongzhi · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

tagged by @extraordinarilyextreme 🕺🏻

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 86… wow! 61 of them are from the past 3 years (2020-2023) and then the other 25 span from (2011-2019) (would not recommend)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 827,446!

3. What fandoms do you write for? Right now I’m writing mainly for Oz and 成化十四年 (if you count a very slooooow moving WIP). Other fandoms: X-Men comics, Hamlet, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, HxH, Need for Speed, Avengers, 狂飙, TWD, and Nikita (lol). I have also written for a couple fandoms that I left behind in my ffnet days/orphaned works for on ao3.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

We Who Have The Souls (part 3 of a series) - HxH - Hisoka/Illumi Zoldyck (681 kudos)

The Horror Not To Be Surveyed (part 1 of a series) - HxH - Hisoka/Illumi Zoldyck (660 kudos）

Amethyst Remembrance (part 2 of a series) - HxH - Illumi Zoldyck & Killua Zoldyck (483 kudos)

Suppositions - The Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon/Glenn (444 kudos)

Ash is Purest White - 成化十四年 - Ding Rong/Wang Zhi (179 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Once I actually started participating in fandom, I realised that this was something people strive to do, so I try to respond more now as well. Previously I did not respond to comments because I didn’t like how Ao3 counts author comments in the number of comments/reviews a fic had. I used to want to know exactly how many other people commented on my fic, probably because I got so few comments lol, and then it was just a habit not to reply. I try harder to reply now because I also like it when authors reply to my comments :)

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? LOL major character death fic, When Tomorrow Comes, EASILY. I legit cried while cooking when I was making dinner during the time that I was writing this. The masochism was real but the sadism was realer (making the group chat reap what they sowed lol)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hm! I have a couple that are rather fluffy but I would say the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun (yeah yeah... hozier lyric title. sue me). They get married~

8. Do you get hate on fics? I tend to write small ships and rarepairs, so I think that’s sort of impossible tbh. I did get flamed a couple of times on ffnet back in those days, but... the joke was on the ppl flaming me, probably. You were expecting greatness from a 12 year old.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I write really cringe explicit scenes (not on purpose... that’s just how they turn out imo) but I've nver written pwp or anything.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? We shan’t speak of it and you’ll never find it, either.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of… again, I don’t really write stuff that gets on anyone’s radar, I don’t think.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I have had 5 fics translated into Russian and one translated into Chinese! <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? The crossover that shall not be named.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? I know my url is literally rongzhi but believe me when I say I don't have one lol

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? (puts head in my hands) I don’t want to way I won’t finish things but I have multiple rongzhi wips still on the back burner (I’m committed to finishing at least ONE of them for sure)… Ugh, but of the fics I've already started posting, I doubt I’ll ever finish The Nineteenth Year of Chenghua or after the autumn breeze. Sadly, I was a little too ambitious about starting both multi-chapter fics. I’m more broken up about the former though, because it is EXACTLY my cup of tea… as a reader! Lol. I don't know... Maybe... I have bits and pieces written but 🙄

16. What are your writing strengths? I wanna say uhhhh dialogue?? According to trusted sources (much screaming and cursing), I have also been known to write some pretty devastating angst!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Description for sure… Plot… sometimes, if there is one… Probably not the best…

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'll write other languages into the dialogue of a fic if it's in character/appropriate. I don't see any issue in that—only issue is for ME... if I don't speak the language, I have to research how to make it not sound too machine translated, because I know how silly that will come across to native/fluent speakers if they read it. Even for my cfandom fics, there are some words like honorifics that I just romanise because I don't like to translate them to whatever the eng subs say.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I wrote Harry Potter fanfic in third grade before I knew what fanfic was, I guess. And then I wrote Harry Potter x Twilight fanfic in middle school once I did ... No, I do not come from noble beginnings... No, the HPxTwi crossovers are not the one that shall not be named. I also wrote a lot of X-men (comics) fanfic before I knew what fic was!

20. Favorite fic you've written? HMMM… Kind of partial to Bolt From The Blue (Is it bc Susu has gassed me up about it so much? Who can say?) (jk, I am very proud of that one and I did enjoy write it a lot!). More recently, I really like writing In the Blink of an Eye, just because it was in 2nd person which I haven’t written since my Homestuck days (you’ll never find those fics either). It was just fun to write!

tagging: @eatprayworm @annadream @merelyafigment @tocadoguara @qinzai @catholicjigglypuff @inrainprose and anyone else who wants to do this! Consider yourself tagged!

#text #long post #and for anyone wondering i have actually NOT been at home these past couple of days... hence no douyin translations!#the old laptop i took with me is just too fucking tiny for me to bother trying to subtitle shit on 😅

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ashedddaisy · 11 months

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my usopp and robin i love them so much

the soft voice when calling him!!!

!!!! the soft voice when saying this!!!!! I did not expect this!!!!!! ooooof

FUCKKKKKK I LOVE THIS

When I said that I loved usopp and robin, this was me

#one piece 643 #one piece 679 #one piece 681 #usopp #nico robin #bartolomeo #dressrosa #one piece

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Ephie, my beloved @fleetingdesires! Co-mod on the Snarry Sanctuary Discord server. Fellow Snarry-enthusiast. The unholy temptress that gave me Snucius feelings of all things?? (How dare you.) My all too clever and creative Slyther-claw buddy!

She's hella cool. Hella funny. She has great taste. And filthy (as I said, great taste.) She listens to my woes. She helped keep me sane when writing my Thon fic. And also: a great source of entertainment. But most importantly, she's my friend and I love her to pieces! And in celebration of the phenomenal Ephemeral, the fabulous FleetingDesires, the most EXCELLENT of Ephies...here's a few stories you should definitely read (and definitely leave love, if you can!)

by any other name

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 230. Endearments. Light bondage. Fluff.

There's only one way Harry can make his lover listen to his sweet nothings.

Marching On

Harry/Severus. Lucius/Severus. Minor Teddy/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 10,176. One sided open relationship. Polyamory. Unhealthy relationship. Codependency. Angst & feels. Hopeful ending. POV Alternating.

Fifteen years into their relationship, the status quo becomes untenable. Harry grapples with the issues he's swept under the carpet, while Severus finally realises that his best might not have been good enough.

And Teddy? Well, he's just the catalyst that brought home the hard truths.

Mirage

Harry/Severus. Past Lily/James/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 681. Twisted. Secrets. Morally ambiguous Snape. Dysfunction. "Messed up and wholesome."

In the throes of Severus' passion, it is not the man before him that he sees. It is Lily, and it is James, and it is a secret he will take to his grave.

permit me voyage into your hands

Draco/Lucius. Lucius/Severus. Draco/Lucius/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 19,317 (between Parts 1 & 2.) Potential third part to come. Incest. Daddy kink. Size kink. BDSM dynamics. Threesome.

These fics pulled me in for the Drucius, I will not lie. Malfoycest?? My jam. Then she sneakily injected me with Snucius feels in The Lover and the Boytoy, which...???? How did you do that???? So now I wait, pining after the Snucius fic she keeps teasing me with. (Damn you, Ephie.)

1: Draco knows he shouldn’t want his father to pound him into the mattress. But after seeing how very good Daddy is at it, the boy will do anything to get his way — and gets so much more than he ever dreamt of. 2: Draco has been thirsty for his Daddy’s best friend, Severus Snape - and Lucius knows it. Of course he'll indulge his boy, even (or maybe, especially) if it means sharing his lover.

Volatile

Harry/Severus. Minor Ginny/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 1,019. Angst and Feels. Extended metaphor.

Harry can only think about his impending nuptials sideways, that is, by an extended metaphor about potions, and how to fix the mess inside of him.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #fleetingdesires #ephemeral #ephie #snarry #fic recs

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somedaytakethetime · 5 months

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I have a sort of sad song stuck in my head, it's a older-ish song, sort of sad-ish but.. I was thinking about the concept of it and I thought that maybe I can spin that into something happier and more hopeful that doesn't involve parting and separating but more to come actually? Let's see 🤷🏻‍♀️ If you care: I'll Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles

Notes and warnings: none? The whole thing is snippets of barely descriptive moments, it's all very mild and mostly about the feels, just looking back on memories if you will. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️😭

Word count: 1 681 words

The little crack in the wood brings back another memory. A happy night, you were celebrating a win. Something sizzling on the stove, old pop rock echoing through the kitchen walls as you were spun around and tugged back in. Your laughter melted together as he kissed it into your neck, your giggles making him laugh harder. The rumbling in his chest pressed to yours, making you feel happy and warm inside. Soft and slow kisses exchanged as you clung one handed to him, both of his hands wrapping around your waist like vines and locking you together. Your glass spills out some more as he jostles and lifts you, the small startled squeak has him laughing, "You're so silly! Look at what you've made me do now..", he just places you back down and sets you free, smiles proudly, "I didn't do anything, babe, you spilled that all on your own..", he winks when you narrow your eyes at him, smack his chest playfully as he walks back to go mind dinner. You place the glass precariously on the edge of the counter, don't notice how close it is to falling as you mindlessly reach out for the cloth to clean up the mess. Neither notices the glass as his hand, searching for the spatula, knocks it off accidentally. It falls quickly, he reaches to catch it, 'you don't catch falling dangerous items' echoes in his head, his mother's voice warning him when he was a small child and tried to catch a falling knife, he reaches for you instead and pulls you back. Away from where the glass would have shattered on your sock-clad foot. You both watch the heavy glass break into pieces on the pristine wood floor. You'd discover, after cleaning up all the shards, that it left a permanent crack. He never bothered to have it fixed, "It'll always represent this happy night." is what he used to say.

You walk around, softly touching every empty space now. There's light flooding in from everywhere. The echoes are so loud now. You pause in front of the window and watch the leaves be tossed around in the grass outside. The wind playing it's very own game. You can see him, right there, on the exact spot close by the big tree. Laughing and tossing himself to the floor as he tries to catch all the balls kicked at him at the same time. Giggles from several small children filling the air as they merrily target their favourite player. The sounds of his family's voices all around you, indoors and outdoors, chatting in that rapid fire way of theirs. Everyone inspecting curiously this new house he's just gotten, approving of every detail. A strong hand rests on your shoulder, warm and familiar in way. You look up and his father smiles down at you softly. It's sometimes eerie how similar they are, their hands especially. "This is the happiest he's been in years.", your throat constricts as you look back at him, smiling and rolling on the soft grass under a dogpile of happy children. All his wee cousins, nephews and nieces. All these little kids that in a way also resemble him so heavily. You feel your heart stammer. He's been through a lot, had so many ups and downs. It makes you want to cry seeing him happy, you wish you could freeze this moment, everyone so happy and excited for new beginnings. "Thank you.", you look up again, confused, "Thank you for being there for him. Thank you for loving my son. He deserves that.", emotion chokes you again as you smile and nod. You don't need to say it, his family knows it. You love him so much, you'd do anything to keep him happy. Moving away was.. a big change. Scary even. You'd never been alone before. So far away from everything you know.. from everyone you love.. daunting to think that you're alone. A hand softly taking yours breaks you out of your daze. The way he smiles so lovingly, eyes soft and tender, reminds you that you're not alone.

It's his house. That's how you'll always remember it. It offended him every single time you said 'your house' but it was. You never meant it in a poor light. It comforted you to call it his house. His space. His safety and protection. He allowed you into it. Accepted you and welcomed you into his space. Made room for you. Bought you things, melded both you and him together in one space. But it was his. He bought the house because of the transfer, he was going to move away yet again.. even further and further from you this time. Putting space and several countries between you both. Dating long distance was hell before, but it would be even worse after this move. It was a big step. When he asked you wondered if it wasn't moving too fast, you'd been dating for less than a year. "I know what I want, I know what my future looks like. It has you in it. There's no other options for me.", he said it so self assuredly, so full of confidence. This was real to him, this was it. So you believed him, took his hand and leaped off the cliff along with him. Tears, doubt and fear filled your move. You were so afraid he'd tire of you, that things wouldn't work out, it hurt to leave all you loved and knew behind for this new and foreign place. But he held you, loved you, listened and supported you through it all. In this exact house. His house. Where he made room for you to place your clothes next to his. In the drawers that are gone now. Where your books lived alongside his on the shelves. On the empty shelves in front of you. Your blankets were folded on top of his on the couch. The same one you're touching right now. The couch you spend so many hours in. Cuddled up watching TV. Napping together. Doing.. other things that are best left unmentioned.. This was the spot. Where you'd walk in at times, back from the shops, to find him napping on his days off. And you'd sneak onto the couch and cuddle up to him. Would feel his sleepy body turning, arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer even while deep asleep. You became co-dependent. Each other's pillar. The only person the other trusted and relied on. You were all alone together. You never managed to make friends here, it was hard to connect to others when you couldn't understand them. He struggled just as much. Malicious people worked alongside him, making everything hard to deal with. Friction, resentment, anger.. it all built up inside him. Inside you too. And it finally got to be too much. You've always known that everything that starts has to end some day, you just didn't expect it to end so soon.

You take one last look around. The brightness has dimmed now. The sky has turned, no longer bright and sunny as the clouds have overtaken and filled everything with grey. You can see the wind get angrier outside, a flurry of leaves being tossed roughly upwards and drifting away. It's going to rain. Fitting, you think. It's fitting to leave this place in a flurry of mixed feelings. The good and bad, hand in hand, as life is meant to be. The house feels so cold and soulless now. There's no warmth, no laughter, no joy left in this place. All the sweet and loving memories will leave with you, you refuse to leave them behind. It was his house before, now it's just a house. He made it what it was but without him in it this is just an empty shell. "Are you ready, love?", you turn around startled. You didn't hear him walk back in. "Did I take too long? I'm sorry.", he shakes his head, a soft smile lifts the corners of his mouth, "I'd wait for you all year if that's how long it took you.", he holds his hand out, offering it up and waiting for you to take it when you're ready. One last look around. One last moment to be flooded with all the memories you've made together in this space. You reach out to take his hand, his fingers wrap around yours and pull you closer. Tug you into his body. He holds you tightly, takes one last look around too. A flurry of emotions stirs in his chest. There's a ring burning a whole in his pocket, he's had it for months now. It's not the right time, but it soon will be. This place was never meant to be home, and he wants you away from it all. He wraps his arms tighter, protectively, places a soft kiss on your head, cups your face when you look at him and kisses you. Soft. Slow. One long, deep kiss. You sigh when he pulls away, feeling lighter than you've had in years. You're going back. Not back to where he'd been before. Not back to where you came from. Back to where he belongs. You pray it'll be the last time. That he'll be loved. Cherished. Treated like family by all. He'll fit in, he has to, he has always fit in. It's where he belongs. He's excited for it. Hasn't stopped talking about it since he was told. Has several plans but he's only disclosed that you're looking for a house as soon as you land, he's booked appointments, you'll stay with his parents as you search. They're eager to have him back after so many years. You're eager too. Hope blooms in your soul for what's to come, his smile widens and he says so softly, "Are you ready to go home?". You mirror him, nod softly and let yourself be lead away from this empty shell. If you're together, you'll always be ready to go home.

#as with everything else i've ever ''written''? i don't know..#it just happens #i can't help nor understand myself #you're welcome or not 😭#i apologise or i don't 😭#adventures in a clown's dreams #football imagine #football fanfic #apologies for errors.. can't write that's my excuse.. dyslexia cannot be used as an excuse anymore 😔

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“Make me love myself so that I might love you.”

Devoted to None But One

Since I’m living my Cronyln era right now, I couldn’t help myself. Rip everything else I’m doing in the meantime (like drawings and, you know, work).

Context: The group goes to draar land where there is a tradition that one needs to prove themself to the Queen somehow to stay on her lands. Its not necessarily a canon thing, and not this simple, but yeah. Bra’aka vouched for Cronyl anyway.

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Avelyn had been kneading her sleeve into a ball, she was aware of that. However, she couldn’t stop.

“Show me,” the draar Queen ordered. “Where does your faith lies, small one? Where would you pledge your loyalty to, what would be your last wish for your divine? Show me, and I will take you all as mine.”

Every eye in the room turned to Cronyl as one, waiting. Lines of warriors, shieldmaidens, advisors. Their own group, with Bra’aka on the front. Avelyn was crumbling under their expectant eyes on Cronyl’s behalf.

And not in vain.

Her throat turned sore from the dryness, and she couldn’t swallow from the wet lump it formed there. The worry of how things will turn around.

Because they have seen every present warrior pledge their loyalty to Her Majesty. They descended to one knee and assured her of their faith. Of faith in their Gods, who chose Her to be their voice. They all have witnessed it, and so Avelyn could only stop herself from blinking or breathing rapidly.

The Queen knew what she was doing. She knew, who she needed to address her challenge.

Cronyl had no faith, no religion. He would be loyal to whatever seems right to him, but he’s not believing. He does not pray, nor worship. He’s devoted to none…

Oh dear God above the heavens!

There was a moment of silence and pure stillness when he descended onto one knee without hesitation — right towards Avelyn.

Gasps filled the quiet, and she would have joined them if she wouldn’t be stunned to stone. Her legs were rooted into the ground, her chest vibrating from a sudden thunder. He bowed his head just enough, so he could still look at her from under his lashes.

And those ever-intense eyes had made it clear; whatever he was about to do or say, it will be everything.

He spoke on the tongue she couldn’t nearly understand. In the native tongue of this land, on the language of the draar. Yet, the powerful tone of his words, accompanied by the gentle rhythm of his sentence, well, those softened her heart from shock into hope. Wouldn’t she battled with her emotions about the very man who was kneeling before her, she shouldn’t have been on the edge of tears, perhaps.

“Rise up, honourable one,” the Queen ordered in the common tongue. Her melodic voice brought Avelyn back to the present and reminded her they were among a crowd.

Cronyl lingered his gaze at her soul for a moment longer, before he did as he was told.

She was finally able to drag her eyes away and escape by turning to the Queen instead. Who was smiling a little.

“Bra’aka Suthbrog, your companion is accepted. You may all stay here as one of ours.” She gestured towards their group from her seat. “Welcome.”

A belly trembling, one accord laugh came out through Bra’aka’s mouth as he nodded. Then, the crowd began cheerfully conversing, some shouting for nak’oro juice, some suggesting they all move to the drinking house. The air of strangers shattered into pieces, and at least one local approached Avelyn’s companions. They treated them as long-seen friends and even Cronyl got caught by Bra’aka’s son, Xorrum to join the gathering.

Avelyn looked after him, then at the place he stood before. And only then, she became painfully aware of her heated face.

What had just happened?

She followed the crowd flowing out from the room, barely noticing Bra’aka’s presence beside her. Yet he did not go anywhere, as if guarding her side.

“Make me love myself so that I might love you,” he murmured suddenly. Avelyn looked up at him, her heart still thundering in her chest like the drums that began singing outside.

“What does that mean?”

“I have not the faintest idea,” Bra’aka said with a knowing smile on his face, “but that is what he had told you, little gold.”

#Cronyl Eldenwer #Avelyn Dione #Project Metalsea #Metalsea: Nohrinal’s Legacy #Metalsea snippets #writing community #writeblr #Bra’aka is me lol #wrote this so quick its probably #well #yeah #just trying to get these two out of my head but its not happening #i can also imagine Cronyl having a big mouth and challange the Queen somehow #or he needs to prove himself so Bra’aka will be more approved by his Queen too #idk idk #i just wanted him to kneel before Avelyn and show her his devotion #in a sitaution where no one would have done it #ofc #anyway

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as-i-watch · 1 year

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I posted 5,281 times in 2022

That's 1,875 more posts than 2021!

4,974 posts created (94%)

307 posts reblogged (6%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@shaaknaa

@geminihunter13

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I tagged 5,236 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#one piece - 4,586 posts

#ask - 2,450 posts

#dressrosa arc - 852 posts

#as i watch one piece - 749 posts

#whole cake arc - 736 posts

#monkey d luffy - 681 posts

#luffydmonkey - 672 posts

#luffy d monkey - 665 posts

#one piece sanji - 479 posts

#one piece zoro - 365 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#tho you cant really separate rebecca frol kyros bc his arc is about finally protecting her too so i thinks thats where the issue lies

My Top Posts in 2022:

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What i love about Laws crew is how loud and loving and dedicated they are

And how, no matter his edgy asthetic, Law gravitates towards that kind of people

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APPARENTLY SOMEONE ASKED ODA FOR ZORO'S BUST SIZE AND HE FUCKING ANSWERED

110 cm (roughly 43-44 inches) babyyyyyy

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Luffy: *locks zoro and law in a grip and runs*

Zoro, experienced traveller:

Law, first time passanger:

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My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #I would like to thx everyone that rb those five post bc they truly represent my little blorbo filled heart #Truly you all are my target audience

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watercolor-hearts · 1 year

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My stories and fanarts in the Formula 1 and Formula E fandoms:

Stories

Carlos/Charles

Chicken Soup and Cuddles Carlos/Charles • 1058 words • hurt/comfort • cuddling & snuggling • hugs • spoon feeding

Good Effects Carlos/Charles • 977 words • heartbeats • cardiophilia • foreplay • fade to black • breathplay • kink discovery • fluff

Our baby girl Carlos/Charles • 545 words • domestic fluff • family feels

Daydreams Carlos/Charles • 100 words • teasing • neck kissing • sitting on one's lap

Dream turned into a nightmare Carlos/Charles • 630 words • secret relationship • fluff • (after) first time • nudity • snuggling/cuddling • (a bit of) angst • closeted gay character

2nd part Carlos/Charles • 2893 words • panic attack • hugs • coming out • homophobia • (emotional) hurt/comfort • cuddling

Perfect combination Carlos/Charles • 568 words • fluff • cuddling • watching a football match (or trying to) • developing relationship

Carlos/Lando

Mr. Relationship Expert Carlos/Lando, Carlos & Charles • 2616 words • coming out • beginning of a relationship • bisexual panic • good friend Charles

Doesn't feel right Carlos/Lando • 1943 words • emotional hurt/comfort • non-sexual bathing together • hugs • cuddling & snuggling

The jewelry Carlos/Lando • 100 words • jewelry

I want you • Carlos/Lando • 487 words • jealousy • light angst • crying • hugs • love confession

Christmas Ball Carlos/Lando • 1391 words • Royal Family AU • secret relationship • revealing a royal relationship • comfort • hugs • ballroom dancing • marriage proposal

Safe place Carlos/Lando, implied Max/Daniel • 512 words • campfire • developing relationship • fluff • supportive friends • cuddling/snuggling

Only the trees and us Carlos/Lando, mentioned Max/Charles • 1325 words • emotional hurt/comfort • walking in the woods • hugs • breathing exercise • tree hugging • love and support

You're here now Carlos/Lando • 633 words • theft • panic attack (kinda) • emotional hurt/comfort • hugs

Stargazing Carlos/Lando • 430 words • fluff • kissing • hand holding • falling in love

Seb/Kimi

Glass pieces Seb/Kimi • 100 words • domestic • caring Kimi

No more darkness, never again Seb/Kimi • 625 words • headache • hurt/comfort • hugs • cuddling & snuggling • mentions of depression

Mascara and clip-on earrings • Seb/Kimi • 834 words • non-binary Seb • feminine clothing • supportive Kimi • fluff

Little non-binary Seb snippet (From Mascara and clip-on earrings) Seb/Kimi • 210 words • non-binary Seb • feminine clothing

Anytime • Seb & Kimi • 1217 words • panic attack • mentions of a car crash • comfort • hug

I like your hands Seb/Kimi • 222 words • hand holding • hand kissing • flirting • fluff

Couch Seb/Kimi • 100 words • very light angst • established relationship • implied cuddling

For you Seb/Kimi • 100 words • hug • comfort • fluff

Just a nightmare Seb/Kimi • 593 words • nightmare • heartbeats • hugs • comfort

Home Seb/Kimi • 1173 words • heartbeats • cuddling • mentions of past death wish • comfort • caring Kimi • supportive Kimi • happiness • Part of the Depressed Seb AU, third part of In Sickness and In Health but can be read as a single-chapter story.

You're mine Seb/Kimi • 681 words • heartbeats • vampire Sebastian • cardiophilia/heartbeat kink • blood sucking • coming untouched • coming in pants

When the sun meets ice Seb/Kimi • 371 words • heartbeats • fluff • kissing • established relationship

Keep you safe Seb/Kimi • 500 words • mentions of a crash • hurt/comfort • hugs • cuddling

I'm still here Seb/Kimi • 1355 words • past heart attack • conversation about death • crying • hugs • grandparents Simi • future female F1 driver

Surprise! Seb/Kimi • 494 words • established relationship • hugs • neck kissing • foreplay

In sickness and in health Seb/Kimi • 1747 words • major depression • malnutrition • fainting • hurt no comfort • angst with a happy ending • Kimi doesn't judge, he just tries hard to take care of Seb even if Seb doesn't let him

2nd part Seb/Kimi • 2106 words • major depression • post-malnutrition • first day at home after being in hospital for weeks • struggling with food texture and eating • comfort

Home (non-planned 3rd part) Seb/Kimi • 1173 words • heartbeats • cuddling • mentions of past death wish • comfort • caring Kimi • supportive Kimi • happiness

Still a human Seb/Kimi • 1996 words • non-binary Seb • coming out • supportive Kimi • almost panic attack • emotional hurt/comfort

2nd part Seb/Kimi • 747 words • birthday • lipstick and nail polish • established relationship

Bee band-aids Seb/Kimi • 1353 words • dehydration • fainting • hurt/comfort • established relationship • fear of needles and smaller injuries

George/Alex

Maybe I deserve all of this • George/Alex • 1415 words • crying • emotional hurt/comfort • cuddling & snuggling

Battle scar George/Alex • 1057 words • hurt/comfort • first-aid • (a little bit of) angst • fluff • cuddles

Max/Daniel

Positive Max/Daniel • 100 words • mpreg

Next time you can't say no Max & Daniel, Daniel & Lando • 265 words • hugs • post-Singapore GP

Don't be so hard on yourself Max & Daniel • 535 words • (after the) first sim session at Red Bull • sad Daniel • emotional hurt/comfort • hugs • supportive characters

You're enough Max & Daniel • 598 words • anxiety • emotional hurt/comfort • supportive Daniel • implied Jos Verstappen's A+ parenting

I won for you Max/Daniel • 100 words • teasing • frottage • sitting on one's lap

Same Team Max/Daniel • mixed media • getting (back) together • emotional hurt/comfort • angst with happy ending • canon compliant (more or less)

Daniel/Lando

Sleepy Daniel/Lando • 100 words • non-sexual age play • age regression

I'm so sorry Daniel/Lando • 100 words • emotional hurt/comfort • hug • crying • 2022 Formula 1 season

Max/Charles

Therapy cat Max/Charles • 100 words • cats • comfort • fluff

When the stars align Max/Charles • 1203 words • World Champion Charles • champagne shower • hugs • shoey • implied sexual content • implied mpreg • Can be read as a single-chapter story as well as a final chapter for Broken Hearts and Broken Dreams

I don't want to be a secret Max/Charles • 626 words • emotional hurt/comfort • homophobia • gay parents • father-daughter moments

Love is in the air Max/Charles, implied Daniel/Lando/Carlos • 756 words • getting together • developing relationship • jealousy • polyamorous character • dubious consent

Broken Hearts and Broken Dreams Max/Charles • 1167 words • mpreg • angst • arguing • nausea • vomiting

2nd part Max/Charles • 2112 words • hospital • medical examination • discussion of abortion • abortion • supportive boyfriend Max • supportive friend Andrea • comfort • cuddling

3rd part Max/Charles • 1203 words • World Champion Charles • champagne shower • hugs • shoey • implied sexual content • implied mpreg

Blood, sweat and tears Max/Charles • 1396 words • mental health issues • angst • crying • emotional hurt/comfort • cuddling • important conversation

Nyck/Stoffel

Better days to come Nyck/Stoffel • 416 words • established relationship • emotional hurt/comfort • hugs

Happy to see you Nyck/Stoffel • 200 words • fluff

Charles/Pierre

All I care about is you Charles/Pierre, Arthur • 1068 words • crash • mentions of dying • panic attack • fainting • hurt/comfort • a religious moment

Jean-Éric/André

You are the one I love Jean-Éric/André • 397 words • crying • emotional hurt/comfort • hugs

Jean-Éric/Sam

I will kill you (but I will kill André first) Sam/Jev • 377 words • secret relationship but not really • they're all into men and they have eyes • there was no more space in the car • I don't really know how to tag this

Sam/Mitch

Puppy eyes Sam/Mitch • 432 words • angst with a happy ending • love confession • kissing • developing relationship

Polyamorous

The short man and the top shelf Jev/André/Sam • 847 words • polyamory • comfort • teasing • hugs • love

Non-romantic focused

Forcing Laughter, Faking Smiles Daniel & George • 2852 words • implied/referenced self-harm • hurt/comfort

Good People Lewis & Max, Lewis & George • 1383 words • panic attack • hurt/comfort

Notice him Kimi & Antonio, Kimi/Seb (implied) • 333 words • jealousy • friendship • pre-relationship

I'm breathing... Lewis & Bono • 2164 words • anxiety attacks • emotional hurt/comfort • happy ending

No pairing

Shattered pieces Daniel • 442 words • hurt no comfort • Daniel needs a hug • Daniel's struggles with McLaren • retrospection

Fanarts

Galex picnic

Max Günther in lingerie

Carlos sketch II.

Carlos sketch

Driver sketches II.

Nyck & Stoffel digital illustration

Jeandré portrait

Driver sketches I.

George illustration

Charles portrait sketch

Ayrton Senna portrait

In Sickness and In Health illustration

Max in an Enchanté bucket hat

Kimi portrait

Maximilian watercolor painting

Jean-Éric watercolor painting

Sebastian colored pencil portrait

Maximilian digital drawing

Maximilian portrait

Virgin António

Non-binary Seb and Kimi at the Autosport Awards Gala 2022

Yuki portrait sketch

Max portrait

Lewis watercolor painting

Sebastian watercolor painting

George portrait

Max & Daniel pride collection

Daniel studies

Six techniques Daniel portrait

#just to have a post where i can collect my things and pin it for the people to see everything i made related to this fandom #formula 1 #formula e #formula 1 fanart #formula 1 fanfic #formula e fanart #formula e fanfic

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