#Have a GOOD NIGHT

[moreeeeweedddd]

nighty night 😶‍🌫️🌚

[lunasilvis]

All smiles on the Wednesday night. Finally seeing the results of my efforts turned into progress. Feel like a billion bucks, getting my joy back!

[fate-defiant]

It'll be literal months before the whole thing is done but I can't help but post a lil' something cos' I have no self control and crave constant attention and validation but also. also. look at these hands dude look what a good job I did.

[hiskyflymysun]

Ok this is just a reminder for everyone that we all will hate our selfs in the morning anyway but we have to get sleep do the stuff tomorrow and go to sleep please.

Have a good night.

[ray935sworld]

Beznaia forcefully, please?

Sure thing! Thanks for the idea! So this was intresting to write. I hope you'll like how I wrote it, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this. It got a little more possessive and jealous as I expect.

(Potential dub-con but everyone is happy about making out and consents to it so not actual dub-con. More lack of discussion) And allusions to NSFW content

"Satisfied" Marco Bezzecci x Pecco Bagnaia - forcefuly - 1.8k words

Sure. Pecco was definitely calm. He was known to be mostly calm and collected – if he wasn’t being irritated.  There was no anger buzzing with the same rhythm as the loud music. Why would there be? He had won the championship for the 2nd time. His veins weren't flooded with frustration. He was the king of his sport, wasn’t he? No need for frustration when his holidays had only just started. His hand definitely hadn't gripped his drink just slightly tighter as he watched Bez basically being publicly fucked on a dance floor in Valencia.

Bez was dancing with good 5 centimetre space between them, a stranger. He looked like a local men, his body tanned and his hair black. He seemed to be around their age. Maybe older. And there was no denying that the other was very hot. He was taller than Bez, a little bulkier with handsome features.

Pecco continued to watch him while drinking his vodka. The alcohol burned his mouth. For some reason he had decided to keep it in just for a few seconds longer. He felt the drops burn his cheeks from the inside. He felt the heat radiate under his tongue. Then he swallowed.

He felt it ran down his throat. It felt like daggers stabbing him from the inside. Even his stomach felt like being ripped apart. He closed his eyes for a seconds and shacked himself to made the feeling go away.

He had done it. For the 2nd time. In a row. He had won motogp. He had won the 2023 titled and therefore reclaimed his victory from 2022. He had archived what they all - included Bez - wanted. He had fulfilled his childhood dream not once but twice.

And still he felt angry. Dissatisfied. There was a pinch in his chest that wouldn't go away, no matter how many wins he got. Even winning the championship by winning the race had done nothing to make it go away. He still wasn't happy.

It wasn't the same as last year. Last year he had felt like the king of the world. Last year he felt like he could do anything he would set his mind to. He had been undefeatable. He had felt like a winner . He had been fulfilled.

But something had changed. Something had changed him since last year.

Cause now he felt like he could only get a quarter if what he actually desired. When he found the second glass of vodka in his hands, he wondered why he had even bothered ordering lemon vodka. The stuff tasted all the same to him. Maybe some people could taste a difference. But he couldn’t and he didn’t really care.

It was way past 2am. Maybe even 3... Or 4?  He had lost track of time. At some point Vale had insisted he should stop drinking. He did. For a few hours. He had water and lemonade and cola - more than he ever did in his life. But nothing seemed to help. Not even when he and Bez, Vale, Luca and some of his friends  had taken a midnight McDonald's break when changing clubs. The feeling stayed in his veins.

He hold the liquor in his hand as he watched Marco. His dark brown curls were shaking. He was throwing his head back, his neck exposed. The skin looked soft. Perfect to place a hickey there. It’d be a shame not to. He saw the sweat reflecting the damp light of the club. He felt his blood shoot up.

Yeah… He wanted to know how the Italian would taste. He wanted to know what his naked skin would feel like if he sucked it enough to create a violet colouring and present the world the evidence of what they had done together. He wanted to make him sweat like that.

He watched his best friends smiling about having the hands of another man around his neck. Seeing the scene unfold as careless as right now, made the unplaceable feeling in his body grow. He was angry. On the day - or night - of his 2nd MotoGP championship, his 3rd overall, all he felt was rage. And he hated it. Shouldn’t this be a great night? One of the few when he could get it all.

But he didn’t had it all. He fucking didn’t. Because he wanted Bez. There was no denying it anymore. He had decided on him. Maybe it had happened today or last year. Or maybe when he had cursed himself as a teenager for having a crush on the new boy in the academy and he had promised himself that it wasn’t love, just a friendly adoration for the newcomer.

Instead of him, that fucking stranger had what he wanted. Why even him? If it'd be Cele, he wouldn't feel this way. Pecco was sure about that. He had seen the two friends flirt many times and dance together. As friends. But this stranger? He could smell his attention from over here and he wouldn’t let him get away with it.

He felt the glass on his lips. The burning sensation that hadn't really left, returned. He drank again.

Then he saw Bez putting his hand on the other man's cheek. And he lost it. With a loud stomp he smashed the glass on the table. He stood up, paying the bartender who gave him a judge look. She obviously wasn't a fan of the way he treated her glasses. As a silent apology he gave her an extra tip. She hadn't done anything after all.

Then he went for Marco. All the anger, all the emotion took form. The rage in his eyes were unmatched. He went straight for the curly hair rider.

Bez spotted him before he even approached him. He gave him a short smile but his hand continued to rest on the other man's hip.

„Please excuse us" Francesco hissed at the stranger, giving him an angry look. He hoped to shoot him a clear message as he forcefully took Bez hand - the one that had rested on the other man's hip.

He pressed himself between the two as he pulled the younger rider towards the other side. As he did he whispered an audible „Bastardo" to the man. Just for good measure. He had to make sure he wouldn't try that again.

He felt Bez tugging at his hand. „Pecco!" For a moment the Italian felt like he was being scolded. Marco had apparently heard the insult and was now a little too hesitant to follow the other for his liking.

He turned around to see Bez look at him questionably. „We need to talk. Now." he hissed against the loud music. Before the other could answer, their fingers let go of each other and he instead felt Peccos arm around his lower back. He was basically now pressed towards the other side of the dance floor.

Bez decided to obey. Mainly cause he was curious what was going on in Pecco's drunk head and cause he didn't want to annoy anyone around them.

Like that, they went towards the exit.

They left the club and Bez felt the coldness of the Spanish night hit him. He smiled, happy to get some fresh air in his drunk mind. He was still able to think enough but he felt tipsy.

Pecco on the other hand only felt one thing. Hate. Desire. Anger and love. Admiration and rejection. Everything was mixed in his body and he was unable to tell one from the other.

Before he could stop himself, he acted. He  grabbed his best friend by the waist and pushed him back. He pushed him against the wall of the club and placed his hands on his shoulders. He felt his muscles. He felt how tense his whole body suddenly was.

If he had been sober enough he would have realized that it's a sign of fear. But he wasn't sober enough. Instead he just realized that this might be the only chance he ever got.

His other hand caught Bez chin. He hold it up, making him look at him. There was a weird look on Marcos face. Confusion. Fear. Maybe a hint of arousal. All in one. Not that a drunk Pecco had the brain capacity to realize that.

Instead he just kissed him.

He pressed his lips against Bez. For a moment he felt the other move his body. Without hesitation he fixated the younger one more against the cold stones. His frustration was boiling to the top. He was so close to finally getting what he wanted. He wouldn't let him slip away now.

There was a roughness as he moved quickly and demanding. He stepped even closer, close enough for their whole body to touch as he adjusted the other's jar slightly.

He had a new angle that gave him more access to those plumb and full lips that had started to move according to him. In a way he wished. He could make them move like he wanted. It wouldn’t even be complicated.

Marco has just obeyed. He had accepted being taken like that. And when he did, when Pecco forcefully kissed his best friend like they would both die any seconds, he moaned quietly against him.

Fransceso took that as an encouragement. He was determined to get that sound out his best friend once more. But more intense. More desperate. More everything. He needed it. He wanted to make him feel the same rage and frustration he had felt the whole evening.

And he started at his mouth.

All it took for Pecco to get full access was to slightly open his mouth and Marco did the same. He groaned as he felt the other ones tongue against his own. He had always thought a kiss like that might be weird, even disgusting but this feeling was nothing like that. It was everything. It was full and made him feel powerful.

He couldn’t help but wonder what that mouth might feel like if explored. Marcos breath was already hot. His whole mouth must be as well. His mouth must feel hot and wet, reaching perfection with his skilful tongue. He needed that mouth around a certain part of his anatomy. As fast as possible.

Then he let go of Marco. Both men were breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath after being unable to gain new oxygen for some time.

They shared a look. Both unable to really react. Both unsure what to say. So instead, Marco rested his forehead against Pecco's head.

„That was hot" he whispered. „You wanna continue, bello?"

Pecco let out a laugh he hadn’t noticed he was holding in as his arms found their way around Marcos waist. The hate was gone. The anger had disappeared. The knot in his stomach had been uncurled. He felt satisfied. Well… Almost.

„You really think I want to stop now?"

But he knew there was a way to make him fully satisfied.

[floralcyanide]

reminder that writing fic about someone playing a character who was a real person is NOT THE SAME as writing fic about the real person. they are two different entities- one is a CHARACTER one is an ACTUAL PERSON.

[rawpastamoth]

More Inktowbew yay. Most of these are really quick since class has been stressful lately

Day 14 - Strong Badia - I actually didn’t do this one sorry. And I didn’t really wanna go back to it

Day 15 - Rejected Characters - Preshy and Rafferty my beloved

Day 16 - 4 Gregs - I didn’t know what to do for this one so I just drew them because I hadn’t drawn most of em before

Day 17 - Puppet Stuff - Puppet jams are so fun and I always liked that bit. So cool

Day 18 - Dangeresque - I LOVE SULTRY BUTTONS she is so cool. If I were Dangeresque I simply wouldn’t have broken up with her

Day 19 - Swap AU - I like this one actually. I wanna expand on this maybe and come up with better designs for Strong Bad and Marzipan

Day 20 - Senor Cardgage Appreciation - I don’t like him all that much but it was kinda nice to draw him

Day 21 - Favorite Ship - I don’t really ship anything… like there’s ships I like but don’t really actively ship yknow, so I just drew FCUSA’s 1st gay marriage

[thetunashop]

Did a few self indulgent Error doodles before bed 😔😔✨👌

(love this lil man sm-)

[ratwithhands]

I picked up The Anatomy Of Colour at the public library a few days ago and there's a part showcasing a bunch of different colour palettes that used to be popular for interiors. I wanted to try using one for an illustration (granted it's invisible due to the filtering), so I made this.

I have a lot of concepts for how Gear Station is built and how it looks, and one of the main things is the presence of a convention hall on the top floor. It's part of a different headcanon about how the twins will sometimes host events or parties for the public for certain holidays/tournaments in the area. Back when Gear Station was first built, this would've been one of the main gathering places in Nimbasa, but now it's mostly unused until a special event comes up. Considering it's effectively a ballroom with giant windows, it's a good spot to just see the city.

I feel like the twins would pace around here if they ever needed a break from work. It's a good place to walk off stress and just step back a bit. Emmet would probably hang there more since Ingo's disappearance.

There's also this version with the filters off.

It's been a while since I've drawn anything so I might be a bit rusty ^^*. I think this came out pretty well all things considered. Hope you guys have a good night.

[baggy-holmes]

showing off my kitty (earrings)

[moreeeeweedddd]

just a girl chillin on a friday night getting high and watching jeopardy reruns 😶‍🌫️

[melonchanverse]

aaaaand now i go to sleep it’s already 3 am by my time

[thecrazyone1990]

Sorry, I've been out due to working late and getting home tired. I'll see you tomorrow, I promise.

[wecantalktomorrow]

mutuals as fitf songs to celebrate one year of fitf?

the greatest: @itsnotreal

waoyf: @louisarmpits @luckyagain

bigger than me: @louisgayvodka

lucky again: @505louis

face the music: @redpantslouis

chicago: @tommos @girlbosslou

all this time: @heartshaped-lou

out of my system: @stonerosestank

headline: @louisgrayhairs

saturdays: @loswuandis

silver tongues: @thebirdtatts

sibwawc: @holyshit

common people: @uwulouis

angels fly: this is my song. sorry.

holding on to heartache: @circlepitlouis @finexbright @pop-punklouis

that's the way love goes: @thatsjustthewaylovegoes

change: @faithinthefuturedeluxe

high in california: @greeneyesfriedrice @mynightsoutofsight

paradise: @letmeadorelouis

[black-suns-rim]

Today I turned 19. I was still processing me turning 18 last year, lol. I’ve come so far and I only wish to see how much further I can get with the people that bring me joy in my life. I have high hopes for my future and what I am capable of. The day is almost over and I’m gonna be celebrating it with some ice cream after I get some commissions done. I hope everyone has a good day/night. You only get one life, and it is precious 💙

[megawyatts]

Gotta feed the poly eden nation somehow