#( zee; chat. )

[epicbubblekitty]

Truly the Final 10 of all time <3

[shipofthesis]

The New Drowned Man

When I saw it mentioned in a blogpost some time ago that Fruits of the Zee was getting revamped and updated, I immediately wondered if anything was being done concerning Mr Eaten and Mutton Island's worship of him.

During the festival there is a hidden Seeking Mr Eaten's Name option, which meant I had to dust off my seeker to investigate posthaste.

I think this is a very graceful way to move away from SMEN and bring Mutton Island more in line with newer FL's writing. I don't know if the base carousel of Mutton Island will be changed, but if nothing else the festival will be different. I adore the King-in-Coral's compassion for the seeker.

This tidbit was also reassuring because when I was doing the festival on my main I was confused about The Drowned Man being used to refer to the Fathomking/King-in-Coral cuz I could've sworn that title belonged to Mr Eaten. I was not misremembering, the change is on purpose! While I have mixed feelings about SMEN's background I love rping an awful little zealot so this was a brief delight.

I support the new Drowned Man because honestly, Mr Eaten is fuckin BLEAK and unsustainable. I love the fucked up hunger curse and ghost story that is Mr Eaten but I am also an Axile enjoyer. From a worldbuilding standpoint, this feels more solid compared to the doomsday cult of seekers. The deal the flukes made is still horrifying, and there is still the matter of a deep, painful wrath. But there is rehabilitation, there is adaptation, there is community, and there is love. These are closer to ongoing FL themes than the bottomless pit that is Mr Eaten. The well whispers will never stop and Seeking is a curse not easily broken (with strong implications of madness), but the Mutton Islanders deserve change instead of being stuck for old worldbuilding's sake.

[that-starry-freak]

My with Zee: silly, constantly laughing, expressive in how I type

Me with literally anyone else: .. chat how do I respond chat help-

[obxsprincess]

Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨ ❤️❤️

your my soulmate :(( ilyyyyyy <333

[allthatisleftinthedark]

@offrozenmemoirs / cont.

With six nieces and nephews, you grew attuned to the delicate shifts in the moods of young ones. Granted, your cousin Kara's perception of her children is unmatched. Alas, frequent observations of the countless students at the library honed in reading the atmosphere better to moods and emotions.

Sunlight traces against the sharp claws hidden beneath caramel-and-white fur, the sheen sparkling in your amber-bright eyes.

"Means I don't have to talk much to figure out what goes in that head of yours, Madam Zarin," you explain, slightly rolling your wrist as your other paw dives into your side satchel. "Not to say that my findings are the most precise; that sophisticated and quick assuming isn't quite my specialty."

"Not as refined as intuition," you muse with a chuckle, "but something more accurate is a gut feeling."

As you rummage inside the pouch, digits brushing against a feathered quill, a compact inkpot, a scroll holding this week's tasks, and a handful of coppers, you think, 'No way I could've misplaced that. She'd get on my case if I did.'

Cheery in demeanor and still smiling, conversation with the young student is made effortlessly. Still, her subtle discomfort doesn't slip past you.

Glancing past Creed to the small courtyard leading to the library, you remark, "It feels like a whole other world when you're here, Creed, and this is how the world is." Ears flatten, "Time moves faster than people do, but you at least know the world works like this."

'People may move or never move on. The same way they can change or never change at all.'

Your ears suddenly perk up, "Ah, found it!" Your interjection briefly disrupts the conversation, but the discovery from the satchel remains a mystery.

Cupping the item in one paw and concealing it from Creed's prying eyes, your other paw's digits curl inward, revealing natural claws. "Food gets the brain going," you start, wrinkling your button-pink nose and forcing your claw through the mystery. "Mine hasn't been running quite as it should be. It's been running empty since my morning 'breakfast.'" Irises narrow into slits, tongue slightly hovering out of your maw from concentration.

The morning menu was always a rushed sip of coffee that stayed untouched until late afternoon. At that point, it was lukewarm and despicable for most to drink, but that made it all the better when you knew no one else would try to take a swig of something that was yours.

Trajectories for breakfast changed if there was the presence of a golden-eyed magus. Conjuring mage hands to chase after you with toast, tomato, or a tangerine! The lengths she'd go!

Wafting around the air, besides fresh air, was a hinted aroma of sweetness and zestiness. Peering beside the secretive feline is a curious sight: a growing ribbon of orange. Undisturbed and all connected, an impressive feat. A subtle thud comes as the gray cobblestone meets a vibrant friend: a tangerine peel.

"A quick snack on the way. That way this--" You begin, holding up a tangerine wedge in front of the student, positioning it to resemble a frown. "Can turn into this!" With a deft twist, you flip the tangerine to form a cheerful, crescent smile.

"Here you are," you place the fruit slice in Creed's palm. Eleven more juicy wedges await, enough for a shared moment of tangy delight.

[triforce-of-mischief]

🧸📝

🧸 (Which Link would you love to meet in real life?): bonus mask, he's a lot like my sibling so i think that if i just give him hot chocolate and sit quietly in the same room, we'll be just fine

📝 (Who’s your favorite Link to write?): lu legend no contest

bonus links ~ linked universe 

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @ofdamnation​! )

                    “hypothetically speaking,” he started, not exactly even knowing what that meant. “if i were to say, blindfold you, would you hate me? or would you be into it? and i don’t mean like when we have sex. i just mean like, if i blindfolded you right now, would you punch me in the guts or would you be cool?”

[altruistic-meme]

Hey bestie. You send me your middle of the night thoughts, so I figured I'd return the favor whether or not you want it. 💀 Hypothetically if I drop out of college, what's the move?

hello babe!! i always love hearing your thoughts <3

hypothetically speaking of course, i would absolutely recommend having an idea of what your options are and what you may want to work on when you have the time and energy that you will no longer be having to put towards school. whether that be working on your career (either climbing the ladder in your current job, or seeing if you can find a new job that you may like better/may be in a field you enjoy), working on your craft, working on yourself, maybe volunteering, anything really.

but i do think it is important that you have something to focus on, because it can be easy to fall into a funk if you don't have something to work towards. it doesn't have to be as big as switching careers, of course. it can be something small, it can even be multiple small things.

that all being said, i want to add that people make a huge deal out of dropping out of college but i promise you, it really isn't as dramatic as they say. admittedly, yes, there are doors that having a degree might make it easier to get into. but not having a degree doesn't mean you won't get anywhere in life. and oftentimes you can still get into a lot of the same careers without the degree.

and also, college isn't an early twenties exclusive event. fuck, i think the majority of my classmates were in their late twenties at the youngest, and many were in their 30's and 40's. i had a classmate who was in her late 60's. so even if you drop out now, there is no barrier, no rule, no law saying you can't go back if it's something you choose to do later.

[ndn-craft]

I wanna watch another evo pov

[beautiful-songbird]

OH MY GOD HES ACTUALLY WORKING TONIGHT AND NOT OPENING

[nc-vb]

oh god jaiden i hope u feel better soon and that this food poisoning and flu fuck off soon. sending good vibes ur way bub 💖/lh/gen

zeezee, thank you my love. the gods looked down upon me today, laughed, then said “suffer” LMAO, i will take all the good vibes you got for me bb 🥹✨💕

[obxsprincess]

new theme so pretty m in love 🎀💭🌊

stop all of our cute emoji combos make me bite my finger n kick my feet <333 I love you sm always and forever zee bear !! 🩷

[uniquexusposts]

The Dutch Grand Prix - M. Verstappen (2)

Summary: Y/n and Max meet again after the race in a restaurant.

Note: you ask and I write✨✨

Part 1

The sun was setting over the North Sea, casting a golden hue across the sandy dunes of Bergen aan Zee, a town north of Zandvoort. The small town was wrapped in a familiar calm, a peace that Y/n hadn’t felt in weeks. She’d left Zandvoort with her thoughts still racing as fast as the cars she’d watched earlier.

Now, in the fading light of the evening, she found herself drawn to her old favourite spot—an unassuming beach restaurant nestled just beyond the dunes, where the waves whispered against the shore and the world seemed to slow down. The place hadn’t changed much; the same weathered wood, the same string lights swaying in the breeze, the same scent of salt and seaweed lingering in the air. It felt like coming home. It was like coming home.

Y/n chose a table by the window, where she could watch the tide roll in as she tried to unravel the knot of feelings in her chest. The waitress greeted her with a warm smile, recognising her as a familiar face from years past. 

“Y/n L/n, right?”

Y/n nodded, trying to recall the girl. Who was she? Where did she know her from? “I know you from somewhere, but I can’t remember it…” She squinted her eyes. “What is your name, again?” 

“Manon,” the woman chuckled. 

Y/n’s eyes grew and a smile grew on her face. “Holy shit, you have changed so much,” she said. Manon used to be her classmate during primary school. 

“Honestly, it’s like twenty years ago. I saw you and I just immediately recognised you. How have you been? Still live in France?” 

This moment made Y/n happy, exactly what she needed after this weekend. “Yes, I still live in France, we still own the chateau. How are you?” 

They rolled into a conversation, reconnecting again. And luckily, the restaurant wasn’t busy at all, so Manon had some time to talk. During the chat, some other people of the restaurant joined the conversation. Bergen was a small town, everybody knew each other, and it was something big when Y/n’s family emigrated to France. This was like a reunion. 

“So, how what the Grand Prix?” Manon asked after her eyes fell on the pass that was still hanging around Y/n’s neck. 

“It was amazing, but I’m glad I’m having a moment of peace.”

They both laughed about it. Then Manon asked Y/n for her order. Just like the old days, Y/n ordered a citrus lemonade and the famous club sandwich. 

As the lemonade was served, she gazed out at the horizon, the sun dipping into the water, turning the sky into a canvas of oranges and pinks. She tried to lose herself in the view, in the simplicity of being alone. Yet, she couldn’t do it. She hadn’t expected to feel so…unsettled after the race, after seeing Julien again, and after that brief, electrifying conversation with Max. 

Max Verstappen. 

The name still felt foreign on her tongue, yet it lingered in her mind, a strange echo of something she couldn’t quite place. She’d tried to brush off the connection they’d shared in the garage, telling herself it was nothing more than a polite exchange. Why am I making such a big deal of it? He’s having this kind of conversation with everyone. This was some kind of pre programmed conversation. And everybody got trapped in it. 

A sudden burst of laughter pulled her out of her thoughts. Y/n turned her head, and her breath caught in her throat. There, at the entrance of the restaurant, stood Max. He wasn’t alone—his family was with him, all smiles and easy conversation, clearly enjoying the afterglow of his race. But his presence filled the space in a way that made the small restaurant seem suddenly smaller, more intimate.

For a moment, their eyes met across the room, and the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them. Max’s expression shifted from surprise to something softer, a recognition that mirrored her own. She hadn’t expected to see him again, not here, not like this. She had the impression Max would leave the track, and the concerning country, as quickly as possible. But here he was, at a beach restaurant, near a small town, 40 kilometres up north from Zandvoort. 

Y/n quickly looked away and felt her heart quicken, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in her chest. She never knew how to act when she saw a famous person. But for real, what were the odds? In this quiet corner of the world, after everything that had happened today, here he was—again. She looked into his direction again. Max offered her a small, almost shy smile, the kind that made her stomach flip. Then, without breaking eye contact, he said something to his family, and they all began moving toward her side of the restaurant. Y/n’s pulse raced as she realised they were being seated at the table next to hers.

Internal error. 

As they settled in, Max glanced her way again, and this time, there was a question in his eyes, as if he were silently asking if it was alright for him to be here, to share this space with her. Y/n answered with a small, reassuring smile.

Besides herself and Max’ family, there were only two other people in the restaurant. It was like everyone else was at Zandvoort, or watched the race at home. No one would be at this place and beach now. It was odd to Y/n, it felt like she was an intruder to his time with his family. She looked ahead of her, to the sunset and tried to distract herself from the fact that Max was sitting next to her. 

A few minutes passed with stolen glances, the two of them navigating the strange but not unpleasant tension that crackled between them. Eventually, the waitress brought over another chair, sliding it in between the two tables as if sensing the inevitable—bringing them closer together.

Max’s family, getting lost in their conversation, didn’t seem to notice as he moved his seat to bridge the gap between their tables. But Y/n noticed, her breath catching as he settled beside her, their elbows nearly brushing. He looked at her then, really looked at her, and in his eyes, she saw the same question she’d been asking herself all evening: what now?

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Max said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the glow of the setting sun. There was something in his tone, a mix of surprise and something else—something hopeful.

“Neither did I,” Y/n replied, her voice just as quiet, as if they were sharing a secret. “But it’s nice… to see a familiar face.”

Max smiled, a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes this time. “Yeah, it is.” The pressure was off. “Do you get here often?” Then he looked away and he smirked. “That sounded like a bad pick up line. I’m sorry.” 

The wasn’t wearing his Red Bull Racing shirt, but just a black T-shirt and it seemed like he became a completely different person. 

“Didn’t even notice it,” Y/n laughed along, but it indeed sounded like a bad pick up line. “But, actually, yes. Well, not really now, but when I was a child, yes.” She noticed the question in his eyes. “I grew up in Bergen, the town around the corner. I moved away when I was ten years old.”

“Really? To where? Let me guess. France? Because your…”

“Ex.”

He nodded. “Your ex,” he filled in, he caught a flash of hope in his stomach. “They spoke French.” But why was she here with her ex?

“Yes, yes, we moved to France when I was ten years old. Do you know Ik Vertrek?” Ik Vertrek was the Dutch version of the British No Going Back, where a family emigrates to another country to build a new life. 

He nodded. “No way,” he blurted and his eyes grew. “Which season and episode?”

“No,” Y/n laughed and covered her face with her hands. “Don’t you dare to look it up. But we were on that show, yeah.”

“You are a real reality star, Y/n,” Max teased. “And now? What’s happening with it now?”

“We are still running a business there.”

“Wow. I never met someone who was on Ik Vertrek.”

“And I never met a driver before,” she playfully replied, giving him a wink. 

A shy, but cheerful laugh rolled over Max’ lips. 

And just like that, the conversation flowed between them as easily as the waves outside, the earlier awkwardness melting away. Y/n carefully brought up the race. She didn’t want to only talk about the Grand Prix, she would understand if he wanted to talk about other things. And they talked about why Max was in Bergen; his family loved this place from weekend trips and they saw it as an opportunity to relive this moment again. Y/n found herself laughing more than she had in days, the weight of the weekend slowly lifting as they shared stories and memories.

As the evening wore on, the line between their two tables blurred until it was as if they were one group, one conversation, one shared experience. Max’s family welcomed her into their fold without hesitation, and Y/n felt a sense of belonging that she hadn’t felt in a long time. But most of all, she felt the connection between her and Max grow stronger with every passing moment, like a tide that couldn’t be held back.

Taglist: @itsjustkhaos@crashingwavesofeuphoria@maryvibess @chocolatefartstrawberry @snzleclerc @ironmaiden1313 @barcelonaloverf1life @itsjustkhaos

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷ now playing i & ii

Dan: [ staticky voice over ] Is it recording? SHIT!

Frances: Dan who are you talking to-

Dan: NOT NOW QUEEN- Hey, so our first song is a classic. Was in the iconic Charlie’s Angels. Please tell me you’ve seen it. Demi Moore be like, YAHT-ZEE! Anyways, I-I’m gonna stop talking now. 

Ares: [ chuckles ]

Jayme: Ares, mom wants to know- [ snorts ] What the fuck are you doing? 

Ares: Jayme, don’t-

Jayme: Get intoittttt.

Ares: Oh my god.

Robin: There you guys are, can you please answer your phones when I call you?

Jayme: Sorry, bro was putting on a show for everyone.

Robin: And I missed it? 

Jayme: Maybe the grocery store can pull up the video. 

Ares: I’m ignoring the both of you.

Robin: What’s up with him?

Jayme: Beats me.

-

Chase: You’re a quiet one, aren’t you? I wanted to see if everything was in tune. It seems as if you kept things in order. Thank you.

Ares: Of course. Mom told me you arrived home last night. I wanted to say hi before you left again.

[ overlapping ]

Chase: How have you been? 

Ares: When are you staying for good?

Chase: [ chuckles ] You first.

Ares: I- Why haven’t you been around much?

Chase: I’m not sure if I’m ready to talk about things. Besides, I don’t want to worry you.

Ares: Worry me?

Chase: Yeah, so tell me, how have you been?

Ares: Dad.

Chase: Please.

Ares: I’m good. I joined a band. I-It’s not a forever thing, just putting those music lessons to use.

Chase: Huh, invite them over sometime. I’d love to chat. 

Ares: Yeah! Yeah. They’d like that.

Chase: Anything else?

Ares: Well… I met someone.

Chase: Ooo…?

Ares: She’s really cool. Hard to read so maybe she’s only a friend. Actually, I think she might have a boyfriend. I dunno. He kinda seems metrosexual but like I don’t wanna judge.

Chase: I suppose it doesn’t hurt to ask her.

Ares: Maybe, if the timing is right.

[triforce-of-mischief]

Top 5 LOZ NPCs

In no particular order:

Salvatore (sploosh guy)

Pipit

Bolson

Robbie

Honey and Darling

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @cloudauras​! pt. 2 )

                                       the night is reminiscent of the first time they met but things are definitely not as cute and fun as they were back then. zee wears a dark cap, trying to hide his features albeit his tall stature makes him stick out anyway, in the hopes that no one outside of miyoung recognizes him for her sake. the ‘we need to talk’ text he sent was cliche to say the least but he didn’t know what else to say, too burdened by what had become of their relationship and how her parents felt about it. 

he waits outside a dingy cafe, one that not many people knew anyway, and desperately prayed she wasn’t being followed by anyone. he didn’t want to have to deal with anything more than what he set out to do tonight.