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iluvshinytwink · 1 year

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do you think you’d end this series of painful angsty stories all which sort of correlate to “are we still friends” by finally giving us a big fluffy angsty story where Jude caves in and goes to see the reader and they have a huge fight or wtv but then turns out they’re obv still in love w each other or sumn bc i didn’t think it was possible but you keep tugging on my heartstrings w these angst filled updates every week give my man a happy ending please 😭

MORE THAN FRIENDS AGAIN? - Jude Bellingham

"Can't say goodbye."

Synopsis: You break up with Jude so he can focus on his career as a football player but he can't get you off his mind and neither can you.

Now Playing . . . ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? by Tyler, The Creator

a/n: SEASON FINALE ‼‼ (not really expect more angst to come.)

This is related to.. jesus christ do i really have to list them all? "Sunny Days" "Are We Still Friends?" "Can we be more than friends again?" "Hair Tie" "Just for me" "September" check them out if you'd like 💔

Feelings could no longer be ignored. The more you try to run away from something, the faster it'll come back to you. The more you ignore something, the faster it'll haunt you. The more you try to forget, the more you remember. The more you deny, the more you ache.

Jude lived everyday with an aching heart, an aching heart that yearned for you. An aching heart that would stop aching for one person and one person only, you.

Nights were cold and empty, filled with memories that could only be replayed over and over. Late night thoughts were composed of nothing but you, questions with no answers, doubts with no reassurance.

Jude's eyes grew heavy but yet he couldn't sleep. The room was silent and was occupied with nothing but his thoughts. Suddenly, a question that made his heart drop suddenly came to his mind.

Had you moved on?

It's been months since the two of you departed so why hasn't he moved on? Why couldn't he live his hours without being reminded of you?

Every waking hour he finds himself remembering you, but do you?

Did he impact your life as much as you impacted his? Did he make you smile as much as you did? Did he make you love him the same way he loved and still loved you?

Before he could bombard his mind about these cruel thoughts he forcefully closes his eyes, wanting to go to sleep to forget about this. To forget about you.

Jude shuts his eyes closed, his eyebrows knitting into anger. Finally, a tear slips down his cheek.

You scrolled through your camera roll, your past pictures were filled with you and Jude. Your eyes grew heavy as you stared at your phone. You click on a photo.

Jude had his tongue out in the photo, you were in the backround typing on your laptop. A smile appeared on your monotone face.

You missed him, you really did. You missed his smile, his laughter, his voice, his touch, his hair. Everything. Like him, there was a question you had in your mind that you couldn't find an answer to.

Had he moved on?

Was he smiling for another girl the same way he used to smile at you? Was he laughing with another girl like the two of you used to?

Was Jude loving another girl that wasn't you?

You blink out of your thoughts, closing your phone.

"He's surely moved on." you thought to yourself. "So why can't I?" you placed your phone on your bed side table with a sigh.

"Why can't I forget?" you thought. You closed your heavy eyes, drifting to sleep.

Jude looked out his window, the moon glowed in all its glory. The crickets around him chirped and everyone around him was probably fast asleep. A rush of cold wind meets his face, a deep sigh releasing his mouth. He tapped on his phone again, checking the time.

3:11 am, the phone read. He found himself staring at his lockscreen wallpaper which was unironically, still you. He blinked at it, looking away quickly before he could overthink it.

Jude walks away from his window, taking his phone and grabbing his airpods. He wanted to go somewhere far away, away from the memories, away from the pain, away from you.

Jude walked out of his house, the cold wind sending a shiver down his spine. He didn't know where to go, he didn't know why he wanted to go, but he just did.

Jude started walking, he didn't know where he would end up but he did so anyway.

Jude stares at the ground, his shoes, the pavement, and the patches of grass below him. His hands were dug deep inside his pockets, a weak sense of warmth comforting him. His airpods were tucked deep in his ears, the world, the crickets silencing before him.

A few minutes pass and Jude finally stops in his tracks. Jude lifts his head that was staring at the ground and gazed at the sky. The moon stared back along with the many stars the sky was dusted with. An aura radiated the moon, in a moment of probable sleep deprivation, he swore the moon stared at him back with a soft smile.

Jude brings his head down from the sky and looks to his right.

His heart drops to his knees, sending a fast pain into his entire body.

It was your house.

No matter how many times he would try, he would always go back to you. Intentionally or unintentionally. He was forever connected to you, like following a string, or following a trail, he would always end up with you.

He wanted to end up with you.

The gods above were playing a cruel trick on him, he hated it. With a heavy heart, he walks back home.

One night, something in him snapped. Even if everything in him was already snapped, the last string that held him together, that held his feelings together, snapped. He couldn't take it anymore.

He hated crying every single night, wishing those memories he kept remembering happened again.

He hated your presence that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

He hated your smile that kept flashing in his mind.

He hated your laugh that kept replaying.

Jude hops in his car, he wanted a final answer.

He wanted to know if you were truly over him, so he could force himself to be over you too.

He wanted to know if you've forgotten about him, so he could forget about you too.

He wanted to know if you hated him, so he could hate you just as much too.

Jude's grip on the stirring wheel tightened as he blinked rapidly to keep the tears away.

A part of his mind wanted to go to your house purely to see if you were done with him, so could finally sort out the mess his feelings were tangled in.

But another part of his mind simply wanted to see you again. So his mind could get another glimpse of you. So he could see if you were as beautiful as he left you.

Jude stares at the red light, composing his thoughts together. He knew this stop light all too well, this was the stop light closest to your home.

And just like that, Jude's mind fades into another memory.

Jude stares at the red light as the music coming from the radio played softly. One hand on the stirring wheel, and the other on the cup holder.

Suddenly, he feels a hand touch his. He looks down at his hand and finds your finger's intertwining with his. Jude looks over to you, your seat was reclined and your eyes were on your phone that flashed to your face.

Jude stares at you, holding his breath. Your eyes slowly meet his, a smile curled your lips. Then, your eyes broke away from his, and to the street light.

"The light's green, baby." your voice whispered. Jude looks at the street light, the bright light flashing green.

Another goddamn memory. Jude thought.

Jude breaks his momentary gaze from his stirring wheel and onto the street light which unironically flashed green.

Jude's head paced into his ears. Any second, his heart would've leaped out of his throat. He was nearing closer and closer to your house. There was no way he could turn around now. He had to do this, he should do this.

Jude looks to his left and saw your house. His heart drops. He was really here.

Suddenly, rain started dripping from the dark sky. Jude looks at his window as it slowly becomes coated in raindrops. Jude clicks his tongue, putting his hood on and getting out of his car.

There was no way out now.

Jude jogged his way over to your doorstep, his hood getting dripped on by rain. He felt his heart drop several times. He should turn back, he could turn back. But he couldn't.

Jude stopped on your doorstep. Jude's hand was rolled into a fist, ready to knock on the door.

The rain pittered on the ground, somewhat cheering him on. Jude swallows a lump in his throat before his hand makes contact with the door.

Seconds after, a pair of footsteps descend a flight of stairs. There was really, really no way out now. Jude takes a deep breath.

The doorknob twists open and once more his heart drops. The door creaks open and there revealed you.

Jude held his breath. You looked straight at him, your eyes widening.

Silence.

"Jude? What're you doing here?" your voice said, trying to keep the nervous tone deep in her throat. Your eyes wandered, looking at anything but him.

If you had looked at him, you thought you would fall in love all over again. Your heart raced out your chest.

"I just.. want to ask you something." Jude said, eyes trying to meet with yours.

"Sure, Jude. Come inside." you said, making way for him to enter. Now had he realized that he missed the nicknames you called him. His heart ached at hearing your voice say his name, and not one of the many nicknames you had for him.

You close the door, the rain muffled for a moment.

"What's up?" you asked, eyes on the floor as was his.

Jude's body instinctively neared yours.

Then, Jude threw his arms around you. You flinched, but your body quickly melted to his touch.

"Have you moved on?"

His voice cracked. It quivered in fear.

You didn't know what to answer. Your mind wanted to say yes, but your heart wanted to say no. Because you knew you missed him. Even though your mind wanted to say that you've moved on, your mind also knew that you missed him.

Your mouth gapes open, trying to find a response.

"Tell me that you've moved on, so I can move on." He pleaded, arms tightening on your body.

"I have, Jude. I've moved on." your voice whispered. Jude's body tenses up.

That lie was as poisoning as venom. That lie disintegrated his entire heart.

"Now, go. Get out." you shouted weakly, arms trying to push him to no avail.

So you have moved on.

His nightmares, his overthinking, were true.

The memories he kept remembering, you had already forgotten.

"Jude, please." your voice weakened. "I love you too much, I need to forget you." you whispered into his chest. Your arms wanted to hug him back, to remember the feeling of euphoria every time you hugged him back.

"I love you too." his voice sounded broken, like a glass purposely dropped from a counter. Like a vinyl smashed to the ground. "I still love you." he cried.

"But why can't I forget you?" he mumbled, almost incoherently. Jude finally unwraps his arms.

You looked at Jude. And you were right. You felt the sense of falling in love all over again washing over you. Your heart ached at the sight. Jude's eyes were puffy, but there was something behind those eyes that told you his eyes were puffy for several days. Jude's eyes glistened with tears, a new tear falling down his cheek.

Jude turns back, ready to walk away from you. Now and forever.

Suddenly, your hand reaches out to his. Jude stops.

Jude's head turns to you, your head was aimed at the floor but he could see your shaky lips.

"I can't forget about you, either." you whispered. Jude's eyes widened, a sense of relief and joy rushed through his veins.

Your hand lets go of his, both of your hands were brought to your face to wipe your tears.

Jude embraces you, his hands finding its way to your hair.

If you did this now, you knew that you would've officially loved him again.

Your arms wrapped around his body.

I knew that once I fell for you, I would've never let you go. I had you, and you had slipped away, but now, I will never let you go.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #iluvshinytwink #imsoslaying #delulu hours exe

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quimichi · 5 days

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i need more content about Akito!! hes so cute!! :D

『 ↳✧･ﾟ MORE RANDOM AKITO HCS ;

TW: stalking, talk about gore and death, unhealthy obsession, yandere, twisted behavior

SUMMARY: just random Akito (oc) headcanons

CHARACTERS: Akito (oc) X F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 409

*character in the banner: Yoshiki from the summer hikaru died

¡! ❞ this is what I imagined Akito to look like, heavily inspired by Yoshiki from the summer hikaru died

¡! ❞ one of his many positives is that he looks so normal, boring even. No one would expect someone so basic looking to have bad intentions right? Look at him! Those puppy eyes hold innocence!

¡! ❞ and his dark aesthetic is useful for when he sneaks around your house

¡! ❞ oh and did you know he actually took a few pics? He has a whole album of them. Yk its the most basic stalker shit

¡! ❞ But don't worry, not all of them are dirty. Some are just from your room, zoomed in and out. On different days and stuff. He finds beauty in your mess and tidyness. And if he ever catches you in the bath/shower...he looks away. Its wrong for him to look, his eyes don't deserve to see you in your full glory....yet at least.

¡! ❞ But dirty pics you ask?...mostly your used underwear or clothes.

¡! ❞ don't worry, he would NEVER break in. Even if your window is a bit open or anything, he got manners (yes but no)

¡! ❞ He writes you poetry! Its mostly about you ofc. And his feelings.

¡! ❞ ❞ I would bleed out if you'd tell me you like the color red ❞

¡! ❞ ❞ I love you like death I love you like the mould that eats me up Like the maggots feasting on me I love you like you're life Like giving me air to breath I love you like I don't deserve you Like the most disgusting beast ❞

¡! ❞ (I'm so sorry I never EVER wrote poetry in my life--)

¡! ❞ oh did i talk about the fact that he uh has a thing for gore-. He loves a little intense yk-thats a discussion for much later cause ya'll aren't ready for it yet-

¡! ❞ baby boy has a diary, writes about you and the different beautys he saw. Like two birds singing together, dogs playing, children laughing or the simple taste of a morning coffee.

¡! ❞ oh and btw he has a Polaroid camera, he always carries it with him. But when he takes pictures around you, he has to stick to his phone.

¡! ❞ and while were talking about his phone already, his lockscreen is him with his family, but his wallpaper....is a picture of you sleeping in your bed.

TAGLIST: @lucienbarkbark @hehothrowawayfae

#male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere male #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x female reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #Akito #oc x reader #oc

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gabriella0807 · 9 months

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Gojo Satoru, performing "ao" [青] in all its glory ~ lockscreens 💎

#gojo satoru #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoru gojo #jjk s2 #jjk season 2 #satoru #gojo #my edits #gabriella0807

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pekejscatbed · 3 months

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I'm Feeling Devious (you're looking glamorous) | Dick x Jason x Roy x Wally

info/warnings: smut & fluff, ftm Dick, fingering, masturbation, filming, pseudo incest, idk what else to put

batman masterlist

I originally planned to have this posted almost two months ago, but then my cat, Cotton Candy, died. And then my other cat, KitKat, got sick a month later, and after syringe feeding her for two weeks, she died, too.

So, yeah. Fanfic author curse is real, I guess.

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Jason is in the midst of freeing himself of the Red Hood uniform when his phone buzzes from the couch, where he haphazardly tossed it upon returning to the safe house after a night of solo patrol; he sighs and ignores it, stripping himself from the rest of his uniform and his underclothes, leaving him in nothing but his Arsenal themed boxers, a black base with little red arrows and gray trucker hats scattered about and the words "Arsenal's Property" sprawled across the ass in fancy, red cursive lettering, custom ordered by Roy as a gag Valentines Day present a couple of years ago (he also owns a pair of Nightwing and Flash boxers, gags gift from all three of his partners that he wore regularly on nights like these, when he's stuck in Gotham by himself, missing his boyfriends who all are on a mission- though normally, they aren't all on the same mission, and Jason is just a little bit salty about it).

The phone buzzes again and this time, Jason picks it up, three messages lit up on his lockscreen under Roy's contact. Jason opens his phone to view the messages, one reading, "missing you jaybaby <3", the second showing a picture of Dick in nothing but his Red Hood red underwear and sitting in Wally's fully clothed lap, the gingers hands on Dick's chest and Dick's hands buried in Wally's fluffy red hair, and the last message being of a video, the starting screen showing an imagine of Wally in all his glory, one hand closed around his erect cock and the other over his mouth, like he's trying to keep quiet, and his eyes are wide open, seemingly staring at something to the side of the camera.

Jason flushes, warmth beginning to swirl around inside his gut as he sits down on the couch, tapping the play button.

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Roy hums into Wally's clothed stomach as the speedster runs his fingers through the other man's greasy hair and asks about the science behind some of Roy's trick arrows, the archer nodding in affirmation to Wally's most recent question, when Wally suddenly stops playing with the others hair and ceases his questioning, and Roy looks up at him in question only to see him staring at something behind Roy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning his head, Roy wolf whistles at the sight before his eyes, a grin settling on his face; Dick is standing in front of the bed bare ass naked, and what a fine ass it is, back turned to his two ginger boyfriends as he rummages through his suitcase, pulling out a pair of red boxer shorts- the same exact shade as Jason's Red Hood helmet- and turns around, showing off his bush and smirking at the sight of the others as he steps into the underwear, pulling them up his legs. He doesn't put on a shirt, breasts on full display.

"You're drooling, Walls."

Wally wipes at his mouth with his hand. "You're just that hot, babe."

"Yeah," Roy nods in agreement and sits up from his place between Wally's thick speedster thighs, grin still on his face "I'd kill to be in that bush."

"Go take a shower, Roy." Dick smiles as he speaks, walking to the bed to lightly shove the archer off, who dramatically stumbles for a second before catching himself. The ravenette pulls him into a quick kiss then shoos him away, watching him walk to the bathroom Dick had just exited and listening for the sound of the water turning back on.

Dick crawls into Wally's lap at the sound of the water running, legs on either side of the latter's strong thighs. Wally is fully clothed, preferring the comfort of his Nightwing themed lounge pants and one of his old Flash t-shirts from before he became The Flash himself, the logo faded to almost nothing, while Dick prefers little clothes after bathing. Wally's hands easily find his boyfriends hips, Dicks hands running over Wally's shoulders to the back of his neck, curling the gingers hair around his fingers, and they both lean in, capturing each other's lips in a soft kiss.

"You taste like cookies." Dick speaks as he pulls away from the kiss, eyes roaming Wally's face, silently counting the freckles dusting his skin.

Wally hums, eyes closed as he soaks in his lover's attention, content. "Flavored lip balm. Do you like it?"

Leaning in for another kiss, Dick whispers "yes" against the speedsters' lips. His tongue darts out to lick at Wally's flavored lips, savoring the sweet taste of cookie lip balm, and Wally lets out a small groan into Dick's mouth, who takes the chance to slip his tongue inside the gingers mouth. As they kiss, the ravenette reaches for one of the hands on his waist, slowly guiding Wally to his chest, and he shivers as the hand cups his breast and thumbs over his nipple, bringing his own hand back to Wally's neck and burying his fingers in the others hair, lightly gripping as Wally begins to tweak his nipple. Dick's body reacts to his boyfriends' touch, hips rolling and grinding against Wally, who bucks his own hips up to meet Dicks, the movement and pressure going straight to the pair's groins, Wally's length hardening within the confines of his pants and moisture growing between Dicks legs.

As the pair continue to grind against one another, kissing and groping and moaning, Roy finishes his shower, exiting the hotel bathroom in nothing but a white towel that sits low on his waist, happy trail on display. He whistles again as he takes in the beauty that is his lovers moving together through gasps and pants, hands roaming each other's bodies. He wants to preserve the moment, to capture the charm and elegance that his boyfriends possess, that their bodies emit as passion and pleasure takes over and bubbles around them, spilling over their surroundings and filling the air with a pure, unfiltered lust that has Roy's whole body enveloped in warmth. The archer leans against the dresser/TV stand combo that sits on the wall across from the bed and grabs his phone from the corner where he set it when they came in, opening his camera to capture his lover's passion in a photograph- Dick's near naked body in Wally's lap, the two kissing and grinding as Wally gropes at Dick's bare skin and Dick tugs at Wally's ginger locks.

"Jay's gonna love this." Roy speaks as the picture is taken, then sets his phone back down, admiring his present boyfriend's bodies, their love, and the two take a minute to keep pressing against one another before they're pulling away to catch their breaths, and Dick turns his head to look at Roy, panting as he smiles.

"Wanna make him a movie, baby?" Wally whines and buries his head in the crevice between Dicks neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to his naturally tan skin. "You like that, Walls?"

Wally nods into the ravenettes neck, teeth grazing skin as he begins to lick and suck and nip.

"I think we should make him the star, yeah?" Roy's voice is deep, raspy with lust, and the words force another whine from Wally's throat.

Dick smirks in agreement. "Yeah." And then he's lifting himself from Wally's lap and off the bed, standing despite Wally's protesting, hands grabbing at Dick's arms in attempt to keep him there, held against Wally's warm body. Leaning down, Dick presses a soft kiss to Wally's lips and holds his face in his hands, forcing Wally to look up at him from his spot on the bed. "Wanna put on a show for Jason, baby?" Wally nods. "Be a good boy and listen to me then, okay?"

Wally nods again, a soft "okay" leaving his lips as he nuzzles into his boyfriend's hands.

"Good boy." Dick holds Wally's head against his chest for a moment, petting his ginger locks as Wally gives a sweet kiss to his breast. Then, Dick is pulling away, ordering Wally to strip as he walks towards where Roy is still leaning up against the dresser, watching them with a look of fondness.

He greets Roy with a kiss that ends as quick as it started, then stands pressed up against him, wrapping an arm around Roy's waist as an arm twice the size of Dick's own is wrapping around his shoulder, the two leaning on one another. Roy has his phone out again before Dick even has to ask, but Wally is already out of his clothes by the time he presses record; no matter, more interesting things will be happening tonight.

"What should we have him do first, doll?" The question is directed towards Dick, and he hums at Roy's words.

"I wanna see how long he can touch himself without cumming." Dick pauses to gauge Wally's reaction, who's erect cock twitches at the words. "You think Jason will like that?

Roy nods, because Jason is into that (especially when Jason himself is the one not allowed to cum). "Jaybird will love it."

"You heard him, Walls, be a good boy and touch yourself for us. For Jay."

Wally does as told, hand taking hold of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and rubbing pre over himself, beginning to jerk himself as he watches Dick and Roy watch him. Dicks fingers rub lazy circles around his clit through his boxers, though his eyes are trained on Wally, watching the way the speedster strokes himself. Roy isn't touching himself, but the towel is gone, polling around his feet on the floor, and his cock is erect, standing tall and curved slightly to the left. He presses hot kisses into the skin of Dicks neck, pausing occasionally to suck and bite until a red mark blossoms like roses in the spring, and when Wally looks at Roy, Roy looks right back instantly, staring into Wally's eyes despite his mouth being attached to their boyfriend's neck. Wally's cock twitches in his hand, more pre beading from the tip and spilling over, dribbling down his cock and over his hand.

When he looks back over to Dick, he has to squeeze the base of his shaft, because Dick's underwear have been pushed halfway down his thighs and he has three fingers inside his pussy, and when he pulls them out, they're covered in a sheen liquid, before he pushes them right back in, and then Roy is moving his hand from around Dicks shoulder and down his back, then to his ass, then between his legs; Dick moans as the tip of Roy's index finger enters his already full cunt, and Wally groans in response as he throws his free hand over his mouth to quiet himself, the scene, the sounds all too much-

Spurts of cum erupt from Wally's cock, coating his stomach and hand in milky white: the first of many orgasms this night.

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eggbreadboi · 6 months

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aaAAA this is Big Delayed, but I literally cannot stop thinking about your Niki Lauda art, it's genuinely one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen I'm not exaggerating, I saw it and instantly shared it with a friend and literally got us both so emotional you achieved a few tears, just a few smol ones 🤏

Your art style is just so gorgeous and pleasing, it's a lovely blend of all this soft shading, deliberate thick lines, balanced with such detailed and intricate linework elsewhere. The way you draw and shade the fabric of their driver uniforms is always so satisfying to me. It's my lockscreen now, and I like to just to look at all the flowers you so meticulously drew, the highlights you put on all the leaves. I cannot imagine how much time that would've taken, and it looks amazing! (Not to mention holy hell the COLOURS!!! Beautifully picked.) I don't know my flowers, but I love the white ones with the reddish edges the most. (Something something, placed over his heart.)

The layout of everything is so impactful too, I think that was definitely the bit that got me. The way the flowers frame him as if to lift him up, to make him such an intense spot of focus (I see you; the focus blur of the flowers brought to the front, it's such a great touch that's add greatly to the composition.) And the empty space too, the subtle movement of everything in the air. The blank space that sits above him is not oppressive, it's just so bright and so open. It makes the space so much bigger. It feels like such a visual weight off his shoulders, not on.

Brought back into the light to be held aloft, loved, and celebrated after the darkest times, and being able to look towards that with a smile while still baring its marks so openly. And just the tiniest peak of the sun's glow at his side. It's just very very emotional to me, I can't understate how emotional this art makes me. You drew everything perfectly, from concept to execution.

I just think it's utterly beautiful, and I mean it when I say if you ever sold a print and signed it, I don't think there's a price I wouldn't pay, I would frame this in a heartbeat, in fact I'm begging you to sell this as a print.

(I hope I did okay at expressing myself with what I've written.)

Also, I would love love love to know what flowers you drew for this! (and if there was any reason why you chose them) because, as before, I'm no good at flowers ;-; Thank you very much for drawing and posting your art.

First of all, I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for this ask. It means the world to me that this piece moved you enough of you to write this, and I sat for a long time tearing up after reading this ask for the first time. Even going back to it now, its nearly overwhelming(in a positive way)

Thank you as well for the wonderful analysis, I am so happy to see that the emotions and thoughts I wanted to convey got across so clearly. The focus of Niki's story as it is so often told is his crash, and I think more attention should be paid to the victories after, an entire incredibly successful half of his career. To the unnending determination to come back stronger and be a champion. So I wanted to wreathe(no pun intended) him in well deserved glory and approach his trials with the same frankness and openness that he employed during his life. I struggled with the background for a long time and eventually settled on blue sky, open and bright to match the richness of the flowers and the bright sun.

(I've been contemplating an online shop for a while now, and rest assured, if(likely when) I open one, this will be available)

The flowers!!!!! I would love to share, I put some thought into them haha.

the little white bells are Lilly of the Valley, which bloom first in spring when the snow is melting. They symbolize hope, new life, and return after hardship, all, of course, incredibly thematically appropriate here.

the wreath is laurel ofc, for victory (the bow is the Austrian flag)

the large clusters of multicolored flowers all over (and as you so keenly noticed over his heart) are Gladiolus, which mean strength of character, bravery, and remembrance. I chose them both to mirror Niki's traits and to echo the purpose of this piece as a tribute.

Finally, the little purple flowers in the bottom right hand corner are heather, for independence, admiration, and good luck. Theyre there for much the same reason as the gladiolus, though to be honest I wish I had included more of them.

The golden confetti, to be honest, is entirely decoration

Thank you again for the opportunity to ramble!

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKJRBEO3I4GHVKJ23RNGEFO3I2GHPI35O2G #<<<<my genuine reaction to receiving this #breadanswers #about my art #niki lauda #f1

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