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Jumping in on the CI appreciation. The dynamic is just so fun and deceptively beautiful as messed up as they are. You are a great writer and have a unique way of captivating a reader. Kudos and much success however you choose to pursue your talent! Speaking of… have you written or plan on writing that blowout fight scene (post hospital release) where Lexa draws the proverbial line so to say?
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This is the stupidest you've ever felt in your life.
Which is saying a lot, considering the sheer amount of reckless and dumb shit you have done.
But this absolutely takes the cake you decide as your hired nurse wheels you into your lounge room, the sheets already turned back on your couch-turned-makeshift bed and the mountain of your wife's borrowed pillows that are already fluffed to within an inch of their goddamn life.
Your hip kills every time you try to stand on it and your back feels like it'd gone one too many rounds with a baseball bat, and thanks to the four fractured bones in your wrist, you can't even deal with it on your own with the use of a crutch or cane. So instead, you hang on to this fucking stranger and woddle over like a toddler, sweating through all three herculean steps it takes until you can sink down into the godsend that is your new recovery zone.
You wave her off with your good arm once she gets you settled. Tell her you're fine and to stop fucking hovering because you didn't even really need a nurse to move in with you to begin with.
But your wife had insisted and left no room for argument, and well... You're not very good at telling her no when she's upset.
So here the hell you are.
Your grousing is hushed by the sweeter notes of your wife's voice when she comes trailing in behind you with that familiar sharp clicking of her heels.
She apologizes for your lack of manners and tells RN Whats-her-name she can go get settled in the guest room that she'd already showed her - you suppose she must have gotten the grand tour at some point while you were still laid up in the hospital.
Ass out in a gown and perpetually high as a kite.
Not your finest point in life.
Not the lowest either.
At least the drugs made it a good time...
Your temple throbs when your 'guest' excuses herself and snaps the doors shut behind her, making you groan and reach to rub at the bandage taped to the side of your head.
Fingers quicker than yours catch you before you can do any damage.
"Don't," Lexa warns you in a whisper more gently than you had expected, considering she's had to remind you three times already today.
You murmur your sorries and pout because it hurts, but can't help but breathe lighter when she slips into the space between your legs.
Rather than settling in your lap as you'd foolishly hoped for, she perches on the edge of the coffee table instead. She smells so good and her gorgeous face is so serene when she gets comfortable and looks at you dead in the eye.
But then she folds her fingers together and she leans her elbows on her knees, and you already know you're in for some kind of ass chewing.
Fantastic.
She levels you with that 'wife look' she gets. The one that tells you that she means business.
Nobody warned you about that when you'd agreed to this whole 'marriage' thing.
"So," she breathes, only pausing to lick her kissable lips, "Welcome home, Darling."
You snort a laugh through your nose that still hurts where it's swollen but the good drugs kinda help you not care. "Thanks for having me, babe. Nice place you got here," you say in sarcasm-dipped words.
She merely hums and gives you a narrow-eyed grin that feels sexy and distinctly lethal.
"Yes. I've missed you in it. I've missed having you here. With me."
That softens you. Lulls you into a false sense of security.
"I missed you too, baby."
"Good. Then," she says in a quick breath that sounds not unlike ripping off a bandaid. "I wanted you to know that I've taken the liberty of finding a buyer. Well, a few of them, really. All predictably salivating over the collection. But I supposed it'd be appropriate that we talk about the logistics of this before moving forward. I'm open to deferring to your expertise in this field when it came to numbers because, frankly, I'm more than willing to just give the fucking things away. So, we should talk about this."
You smile, because you're an idiot, and you think it's hilarious that she's talking to you like one of her clients. But you also smile because you're a little high off your medicine, and she's really just so pretty, and because not one word of that made any sense.
"What's... 'this'? What're you— Talk about the logistics of what?"
"Selling your cars," she answers with an easy nod, like it absolutely should've been obvious.
The silence that rings through the apartment feels loud in your ears... before you burst out laughing right in her face.
"What?" you choke out and chuckle, because you must've heard that wrong. "What are you talking about?"
"Just what I said, my love." She reaches out boops the tip of your nose with a patronizingly scrunched smile. "You know I don't like repeating myself."
"That's cute, Lexa," you titter and swipe at the hand that's already so far out of reach.
"Oh I'm not kidding, Clarke."
"Okay. And I'm not selling my cars."
"No, actually, you are."
You scoff and use the shoulder that isn't currently trussed up in a sling to push you hair off your neck so you can see her better. Or... something.
Because all you really see is the calm of her smile. Those eyes that are sharp. Hollow. Unyielding. And if you'd looked beyond the swell of anger that suddenly bursts through your chest, you might've seen the whispered-smoke of terror that hid in their depths.
But you do not.
Instead you focus all of your righteous indignation and stubbornness that burns white hot. You give a derisive laugh, and shake your head, and level her with a cold stare of your own.
Making sure she hears your every word, loud and clear.
"No. The fuck. I am not."
It almost feels like victory when her smile falls away.
"Clarke," she says with a deathly click to your name, "I want those deathtraps gone."
"Lexa—"
"I don't care."
"Lexa—"
"Stop saying my name, because whatever comes after it, I promise you, I do not care."
"Well I don't really fucking care either," you spit just to get a rise out of her, "because I'm not doing it, and I don't give shit what you say, Alexandria."
Her jaw ticks to the side as her eyes flash with hellfire.
She hates that name and you know it but right now you just want her to be every bit as angry as you are.
"Okay," she says so quiet you barely hear her over the hammering of your heart as she pushes on her knees to stand up and hovers over you for a moment.
And you think it's a victory because it feels like a victory...
Until it does not.
Because she just nods.
And keeps nodding.
Just this slow up and down of her head, her eyes empty and her face cold, but not in the way that you fell in love with.
This only fills your chest with dread.
So it's a shock when she straddles your hips, planting one knee on each side and sinks down to sit in your lap. Her weight is comforting after your stay in the hospital, if not a little painful in the way it twinges your fucked up leg. But you don't even let yourself flinch because God you've missed this. You've missed her, and her scent, and the way she practically drapes herself over you.
Your good arm wraps around her waist and digs fingertips into the soft dip of her spine, pulling her flush against you. You soak up the flutter of her lashes at the feel of your breasts pressing against hers; the way she fidgets not to grind down like her body's muscle memory is obviously screaming at her to do.
Instead she stares at you through those dark hooded eyes, now so beautifully filled with emotions that make your heart pound out a more pleasant rhythm than before.
"I love you, Clarke," she says. Whispers.
And your breath catches in your chest.
Same as it does each time she says those words, so fleeting and so rare as they are that they pierce straight through the mushiest parts of your heart. Because you know she loves you. You know it in every single thing she does. But there's just... It's just... Nothing will ever rival these moments when she lets them slip out, so unguarded and vulnerable with you.
And really... that should've been a warning.
"And I love you, pretty girl," you whisper right back instead, grinning as she preens under the praise, so lost in her beautiful face you don't even remember there exists a world beyond her.
You watch her throat dip in a thick swallow, her hands smoothing up the length of your neck. She cups your cheeks as her eyes trace every line of your face... as if she were committing this moment to memory.
She shakes her head. Sadly.
"I adore you," she says again, softer still and with more conviction. "Everything. I adore everything about you, Clarke. I love you more than I have ever loved anything in my entire life. And I'm always going to love you, no matter what."
When she kisses you then, in that moment, it's possibly the softest, purest thing you have ever known. She kisses you like it's the only thing she needs in this world and you hope she knows it's the same for you. Because her lips pillow and give under every caress of your lips, and her tongue slipping against yours feels like the only home you've ever known. It's one kiss among thousands you've shared. But you know you'll think of this one for years to come, and honestly if fighting gets you loving like this then you should really make a mental note to call her by her birth name more often...
She breaks the kiss with a sigh, and a shuddering breath against your lips.
"I love you. So, so much... I just want you to always remember that."
You barely have time to blink out of your haze when she extracts herself from your arms and your lap and your lips, and stands up on shakey legs.
She lets out a deep breath and smooths her hands along the front herself, rigidly primping herself free of any creases you might've left.
Her chin rises in that regal arch as she looks down at you and nods once again.
"I'll have our lawyer draw up the divorce papers in the morning."
Your hand snaps out when she turns to leave and catches her shirt cuff before you even have time to think, gritting your teeth to try and bite back the sudden shock of pain that slices up your arm and explodes through your shoulder.
"Wait, what the fuck did you just say?" you practically yelp.
Her icy glare drops to the hand that holds her, jaw flexing as she watches how bad you tremble.
"Let go of me."
"Uh, no—"
"If you don't," she cuts in, enunciating with lethal precision, "I'll have to rip my arm away, and that will hurt you more, and I don't want that. Now stop acting like a child, and let go of me."
You grit your teeth and fist her cuff harder through the cold sweat of pain. "I guess you'll have to hurt me then, because I'm not letting go until you repeat what the hell you just said."
"You heard me perfectly well, my love."
"No, I don't think I did."
"Then you'll figure it out tomorrow, won't you."
You let out a strangled sound and collapse back on the couch - both from the pain and the sheer terror ripping through you. "Lexa, what is this? What are you playing at? Why are you doing this?"
"I'm not playing at anything, I'm telling you that I'm not doing this with you ever again, Clarke," she says in her crisp business voice. "The hospitals. The sitting at your bedside. The wondering if you're ever going to be able to paint again. Watching you limp around for weeks, just to turn around and do it again. I'm done."
You roll your eyes at her dramatics. "Oh my god, are serious? It was just an accident—"
"One that could've killed you."
"It wasn't even my fault."
"That's not the point," she nearly growls, all fire and fangs. "This is your third accident in four fucking years. I can't keep doing this."
"And what exactly is 'this'?"
"Waiting around to lose you!"
Your ears ring at the volume of her shout.
You swallow as she takes a moment collect herself.
Feel the lump grow in your throat as she mindlessly fiddles with the diamond on her finger.
You know it's a habit that calms her when she's feeling particularly out of control. A tick she picked up and never seemed to kick somewhere around the third year you were married.
"I trusted you," she starts again, sounding calmer. Less shaken, but still frayed at the edges. "I told how I feel about you. I told you I wouldn't— Couldn't... survive without you."
"So your solution is to divorce me now?" you scoff. "Tell me, how does that makes sense?"
"Because I have loved exactly two people in my life, Clarke... And this way? At least I won't have to bury one of them."
It's like a bucket of goddamn ice water has just been upturned over your head.
You can't help but stare at her, dumbfounded.
Because you are... so fucking stupid.
Your heart twists and it pounds and for a split second you wonder if you're having a heart attack, or if maybe this is what they mean when they talk about broken heart syndrome. Because nothing has ever hurt this bad. Nothing has ever devastated you as much this tidal wave of guilt. Nothing has ever scared you; made you feel this kind of shame so deep in your bones.
And when she drops her hands like she's given up and turns toward the door, you almost feel like you're going to throw up with the way your stomach clenches in a fresh wave of terrified dread. You want nothing more than to pop up and run over to her and explain and just fix this, but your hip and your leg and you just—You just...
You did this.
You did all of this.
"Okay," you damn near yell, sounding distinctly like a wounded animal to your own ears.
She pulls to a stop and snaps back around, "Okay, what?"
"I said... okay."
"Okay, what?"
"Okay, I'll fucking get rid of them," you bite right back again, desperate and annoyed and shaking so badly it's making your shoulder ache.
She stares at you, placid and unmoved.
"All of them?"
You grit your jaw and blow a breath out. "All of them... The dangerous ones at least."
She clicks her tongue and starts to turn away when you yell—
"You have to compromise with me here!"
She wheels back around with thunder in her eyes and a snarl already twisting her lips.
You know you have never needed to talk faster in your life.
"The ones that aren't street legal, they're gone, okay? Nothing that is actually dangerous stays. But I'm not getting rid of the ones that are perfectly safe, and, Lexa, I'm not getting rid of my grandfather's car. It's the only thing I have from my fucked up family that means anything to me, and it's mine, and it's not fair of you to even consider making me get rid of it."
"You hate that fucking thing—"
"I don't hate it, I love that car! That car changed my life! That car got me you."
You watch the rage bleed out of her as she slumps at the shoulders.
She runs a hand through the controlled chaos of her hair.
"That car did not get you me, Clarke," she strains out in a sigh, sounding tired and beautifully frail. "We're married because I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Because I fell in love with you. Because I'm in love with you."
It makes your heart squeeze tight all over again.
"Maybe, but you wanted that car before you ever wanted me—"
"That is not true," she cuts you off in a hush of a whisper.
She stares at you with eyes clouded with devastation and hurt, and for the life of you, you don't know how to fix it.
You never seem to know how to...
The air between you feels frozen for a long moment before she seems to make up her mind about something all at once.
She shakes her head as she crosses the room in quick, elegant strides and drops to her knees right in front of you.
"Listen to me," she says, and tenderly - so tenderly - takes your least injured hand and folds it into her own. "There are so many things I regret about my life. But making that bet, and losing it, are not included. Half of the reason I ever even wanted that car to begin with was because of how attracted to you I was whenever I saw you in it."
Your scoff is loud enough to give your concussion addled brain another headache. "You are such a liar, Lexa."
Your belly swoops when she flits that damn eyebrow up in challenge.
"While I appreciate your assessment of my moral virtues," she practically purrs, "on this, darling, you happen to be wrong... All that windswept blonde hair? The way you looked like you owned everyone and everything in those shaders that you'd so carelessly slip down before pulling away?"
You wonder if you even still have those sunglasses as she bites her lip and lets her eyes run the length of you.
You'll have to check the next time you can walk properly.
Maybe have them make a reappearance at your next brunch date.
Just for old time's sake.
The hand holding yours squeezes gently.
"You were so damn cocky. The way you'd throw that thing in park and hop out. You'd just toss your keys at the doorman like you didn't care about anything. I hated it so much," she laughs with a rueful grin that slips into something entirely more fond. "And yet I could never seem to make myself stop staring at you, darling."
Even after all these years of marriage, the thought of younger her having wanted younger you...
You shift at the throb that weakly pulses between your thighs.
"So... You made the bet because... you thought I was sexy in my car?"
"I made the bet because I thought you were entirely too full of yourself," she corrects, "which I still believe. But I wanted the car because I'd envisioned getting fucked in it more times than I could count."
God you love it when she gets vulgar.
She reaches up and brushes a curl away from your forehead.
"It just took me a little while longer to realize that the person I had been imagining fucking me was - annoyingly - very much you."
You know your smile is kind of dopey right now rather than the teasing slope that you're aiming for, but later when you look back on this moment, you'll definitely blame it on the drugs.
"So our marriage is based off you wanting me to top you in my grandfather's car?"
Her faces pulls up in distaste. "No. It's based off the fact that you are—"
She pauses and exhales something from deep in her chest, her eyes closing under the weight of whatever it is she's feeling as she finally trembles out,
"That you are everything to me."
You really really really kind of hate that you're injured in that moment, because when she opens her eyes they glisten with a lovely wet sheen. And you just want nothing more than to scoop her up and hold her in your arms. Because it's where she belongs. It's where she's always been meant to be...
"You're everything to me too, baby," you say because she is and she should know it, and you really need to remember to say it more often. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Lexa, I didn't— I didn't mean to..."
She nods when you can't find the words and kisses the bruised ridge of your knuckles.
Rests her forehead there for a moment as though in prayer.
When she looks at you again she's already pulled herself back together.
That's part of why you love her so much.
Always unbreakable.
Except... when it comes to you.
You have no idea what to do with that knowledge, but you know you'd give up anything just to keep it.
And you love her so much that it makes you smile. It makes you smile, because you just want to see her smile at you again. Always.
"Hey," you say, tossing in a lazy wink because you know she hates it. "You totally had a crush on me."
She rolls her eyes. "You're an idiot."
"You had a cuh-ruuuuush on me."
"Clarke. I am married to you—"
"Still," you snort. "Loser."
Her sigh of resignation is so weary it fills your heart close to bursting with how much love you have for this woman.
Because she doesn't fight you on that. Just leans her forehead against yours and nods, kissing your lips soft enough to not make the cut on them bleed again. Her nose brushes against yours in a sweet moment of aching tenderness, and when she pulls back to look at you beneath the fall of her lashes, the whole world is once again nothing but her.
"We'll go through each one together," she says somewhere between a question and a statement.
You nod in agreement, just to be safe.
"Anything remotely questionable, goes."
You heave a sigh but dutifully nod again.
"That means anything without the right mirrors, or proper turning signals. Engines that might blow up for no reason. Anything that was recalled decades ago. Anything with brakes that have a habit of failing... Anything that doesn't have fucking seat belts."
As her list grows you mentally tick off a good two-thirds of your collection.
You glance at her lips and remember how they feel against yours first thing in the morning, and simply nod again.
"Fine. But also? You can't just start threatening divorce every time you want me to do something, you know," you murmur still, because while you're compromising here... you really feel the need to remind her that she's not domesticating you or anything.
She doesn't seem remotely affected by your pout when she just shrugs and grins and leans forward.
You feel distinctly like a puppy on a leash when she pecks a placating kiss to your lips.
And then another to the tip of your nose.
"We'll see."
#anon#cruel intentions au#clexa#CI snippet#also thank you for such kind words 🥺#I'm so sorry for the long wait but I am writing slowly but surely on every project#it'd just... been a crazy year *deep sigh*#but i have things coming#so thank you for being so lovely anon#these kind messages to help to not feel quite so... idk#you get it
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My friend I have followed you for a while and. No matter how far our tastes may drift from each other, for some reason every few months I look at your account and find that you have once again gotten into the very same fandom that I am currently obsessed with. Its uncanny. On a related note, that merthur fanart was very cute
I have that ability to know I think
#I hope you enjoy some boyos:)#also thank you for your kind words!!#I’m glad you and your friend enjoy my work 🥺🥺🥺#my art#ask#merlin#bbc merlin#arthur pendragon#merthur
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requested by @lexkent: the scene in "Shattered" where Lana sees Lex on the ground in the stable sitting curled into himself, and she looks anguished to see him in such a state, and she's so kind and compassionate to him
+ bonus Lana, after literally almost dying:
#thank you erin for requesting this because these scenes are incredibly underrated#like the moment where lana hands lex the drink and he smiles up at her with such an innocently adoring look....... many thoughts head full#(yes I know it all goes horribly wrong right after that but shhhhh)#she's just soooo soft and gentle and sweet with him and it's hitting all the best hurt/comfort buttons in my heart 🥺#just look at all the comforting touches!! lex almost never receives that kind of genuine affection/positive physical contact from other ppl#I think it's also worth pointing out that lana decides at the end of the ep that being around *clark* is dangerous and she should avoid him#but she never expresses a similar sentiment towards lex or blames him at all for what happened#and a few episodes later she even tells him that he could have visited her while she was recovering#......god I still can't get over the fact that her first words when she wakes up in the hospital are 'how's lex' like I really could cry#she's the best and I won't hear a word to the contrary#smallville#smallvilleedit#svedit#lana lang#lex luthor#clark kent#lexana#dcmultiverse#sv 3x08#my gifs
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the love child update from today was 🔥🔥🔥 outstanding as always, i’ve read it like 12 times already i love them sm
i can’t remember if this is smth you already addressed, so feel free to ignore this if it is, but does milek know that geralt is his dad? like obviously jaskier told him to find geralt if he was ever in trouble, and he knows about their friendship, but does he know how far it went? and if he does, does he know that geralt doesn’t know? i just feel like that conversation they had today could be read so many different ways, like are they talking past each other? is milek facepalming bc goddamnit both his dads are morons, fucking typical? so many possibilities!
Ohh, that is a good question, I guess the whole thing is a bit convoluted.
Milek knows that Geralt is his father, he knows that his parents have a long, but complicated history (in which Milek is under the impression that his parents were a couple at one point and Jaskier feels like they were fuckbuddies at best. He felt rather used at times, more like a substitute for Yennefer).
Milek was taught from a young age that he is not supposed to tell anyone about this. First it was a safety measure because Nilfgaard was looking for them and later it continued to be one; they're already not seen in the most positive light and in the best case, it would look like he's lying. In the worst case he would meet anti-witcher sentimentalities. He learned later that Geralt has no idea either - which is something Jaskier needed some time to realise too, as he was accusing Geralt in his talk with Yennefer here about knowing it, but still sending him away.
So there are years of secrecy drilled into Milek, and he knows Jaskier would be fine with him telling Geralt, because I do think Jaskier and Milek had the the talk once he was older that it's his decision if he wants to get to know and tell his father, or not, but.
I think he imagined that talk a hundred times. He daydreamed about this a lot. But now, in reality? The thought of saying something is a suddenly very, very scary.
#geraskier lovechild#I am trying to answer some asks!#once again: in my head this 'verse is like. 120k. but in reality - uhhhh#Milek is nervous!!#I think he is at the stage where he knows Geralt would help him find his father no matter what but..#what if it makes things awkward#what if he doesn't want him#what if there is something neither of them told him#what if he thinks he is a liar#what if... what if they don't find his pa and-#Milek is vibrating with anxiousness when it comes to this#I also think he is again and again close to saying something! he tries again and again#and then he chickens out#poor love#also thank you for the kind words!! they had me like 🥺🥺🥺💖
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hey no need for all that !!! Just focus on resting for now and take your time >o< - prairie anon
sorry.... i did it......
#asks#my art#prairie anon#dont worry im better now + it only took me like an hour to make this (lazy) + hate backgrounds (lazy)#but thank you so much for your kind words 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#this is dedicated to you prairie anon and also that one person who voted make a full piece on that one poll i made (sorry not actually full#on another note -> hit 200 followers (but i still have to clear out ageless blogs so if you apply. please fix that)#so cold in my rooom right now. i may live in a tropic\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\al ccccccccccccccccccccccccc cold...............................#neeed to turn off the aaac#harper the doctor#dol#piutting the tags at the end because i dont LOVE this. i dont#since i didnt render it properly. or do a background#ITS SO COLD.#wait turning off rbs. i dont like this one that much.
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Your trademark is dad characters and midlink, and also lots of cool AUs and comics and art that are so so cool and amazing <3
But your biggest trademark? Linebeck for certain XD
-Sky Floor
Fjdhdkdbk I can’t help but make that crusty man my entire personality UwU
#also thank you Peggy for the kind words 🥺🥺#glad midlink and dads are on here too cuz I also make those my personality#asks
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i hope it isn't rude to ask (i just really love your work) but would we be getting a rawnsyf chapter 8
Not rude at all!! I am slowly plugging away at chapter 8 it will absolutely be coming I refuse to abandon a work fully 😂
#we’re like 2.5k words in#but I refuse to send it to my editor until the first draft of the chapter is completed#but hopefully I will get some rawnsyf out to y’all soon <33333#also thank you for supporting me 🥺#I still kind of can’t believe that other people read my work#I never thought it would leave me and the 3 friends I begged to read it#and here we are!!!#ask#asks#anon#rawnsyf#running away will never set you free#also these little screenshots make me laugh#like see what info you can glean from the first word or two of each line#it’s like an I spy game
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i wish you would write a fic where alex is dog-sitting max for miles and he gets out by accident. in a frenzy, he calls jamie, nick and matt to help him find the furry escape artist. alex is worried miles will kill him for losing his son but everyone is okay! just a bit of shenanigans 😝
(i adored ‘lead my down to the ocean’ so i’ll take any excuse to get more max kane!)
That is an extremely cute idea that I doubt I would be able to do justice to 😂 I can so easily imagine Maxie's innocent wee face when he finally shows up after giving Alex a heart attack all night...
Might muse on this idea a little and see what happens. Can't make any promises, but it's such a good prompt that I hope *someone* writes it one day 😅🥰
Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence “I wish you would write a fic where…”
#this idea would definitely make up for the fact that poor Max barely gets mentioned in my current WIP 😅#realised far too late in the writing process that I should probably add some throwaway lines about Miles's mum dog-sitting him...#also thank you so much for your kind words about 'Lead Me Down to the Ocean' - I loved writing Max's scenes in that one 🥺🥰#writing ask
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of your Charles works. The way you draw his expressions are so sweet, especially how his eyebrows are so often bunched together in that cute little furrow. 10/10, you're amazing.
THANK YOUUU🥺💕💕💕 I love drawing him looking soft<3 he's so bbg
#also i want you to know that i appreciate seeing your replies SO SO MUCH#thank YOU for all your kind words omg🥺💕#asks
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just wanted to say that i think your OCs are awesome 😭💖 you put so much love in them and it shows!!
😭😭😭 this is way too sweet omg 🥺😭… thank you!!! Rana is like, my first fully fledged written out OC that I’ve actually posted about to this degree, so I’m so happy ppl like her!! I’m a little quieter abt hala but everyone so niceys abt her… 🥺❤️
Here Rana is having another Mediterranean off with her best frenemy
#asks#thank you!!!!! seriously!!!! 🥺🥺❤️❤️#very very kind words that are truly so appreciated 🫶🥺#it makes me feel less scared to post abt her and wyllyam… I have so much writing of them I haven’t posted cus I don’t think it’s good enough#but also I scared 🕺#so thank you!!
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I think I'm on a music making high rn I wanna make character themes for my ocs
#for those of who who commented or reblogged my last post I'm 🥺💖 very thankful for the kind words#it was truly a coming out of the comfort zone moment for me fbfbfj#but also if you feel like there's something i could improve even further lemme know! i wanna become a music genius/j#w1l says some stuff
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god please write cookoo hawks because I need it, because he is a good boy but only when nothing is getting in the way of what he wants, I just- yeah. also love the way you write him already so !!!
"He is a good boy but only when nothing is getting in the way of what he wants" this was a reset in my brain.
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Hello! Just dropping by to say I hope this week has been well for you. Sending hugs your waayyy 🫂
!! I was just thinking of you! 💜 My week went well〜 nothing spectacular, but that’s not a bad thing, you know? How was your week?
(btw, do you have a name or pseud you’d like me to use? I believe I have seen Cee but I wanted to double check)
#📨.incoming#💜.ceenthesis#I hope your week was a kind one 💜#also thank you for your kind words about his name 🥺💜#I hope that what I have planned for it is smth you’ll enjoy 😅#thank you so much for this!#this made my evening 💜💜
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#hellooooo 😍❤️#i wanted to start by sending out the biggest ever virtual hugs to everyone who left me 99+ activity to come back to here lmao#that was definitely quite a way to log back onto tumblr this fine friday night 🤭👌 you'll make me smile and blush; guys. gosh#and in that vein!! EXTRA big hugs to everyone who's sent me an ask or a dm in the past week#i've seen them and read them and i appreciate them all SO MUCH 🥺❤️❤️#and i will be replying as soon as i can/have caught up on some sleep (am running on 14hrs since monday night. fun times.)#anyways yes. I LOVE YOU ALL#that's the core of this#i am still on semi hiatus but i just needed to pop on and say that#❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️🔥#OH ALSO WHILE I'M SENDING A FIRE HEART AND THINKING OF FIRE#dragon riders au#GUYS 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ my heart... thank you so so much for the unbelievably kind words about it#and *also* an apology bcs i've finally had time to read it over as it's posted to AO3 and oh my fucking god#*head in hands* apparently AO3 formatter fucked up one of my sex scenes!! i'm so cross#but it's all fixed now AND i've added an extra little bit to my A/N so 🥺🥺👉👈#<33333#love you alllll#katie rambles#k
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Hiii love!
How are you doing? It's been ages again 🫣
I went ice skating again today for the first time in years, and even though I am exhausted now and my legs hurt I had so much fun and I was actually still able to skate pretty well! Very proud of myself for that haha
Also, the Vegas Race... I'll probably be able to watch it, even though it's so goddamn early in the morning and I am so excited because its gonna be such a shitshow!
Pitlane Exit onto the hairpin, cold tyres, almost no corners, that weird sphere thing in the background... It's Gonna be interesting! I just hope noone gets hurt or anything, because I actually do expect half the grid to dnf. Hopefully not any favs though!!
(what if max dnfs then Lando win in Las Vegas babyyyy) (definetly Not happening but a girl can dream)
Life has been good to me, I can't believe it's almost December already! I will fly home for Christmas to see my family and I am really excited for it, got almost all the Christmas present already even though usually I am awfull at this (expect my mom, because I always wanna get her something extra special because she does so much and I never find anything good enough 😭)
Are you good with presents? I am always terrified they will hate what I chose... Meh.
Anyways, I hope you have a fun time watching the race if you can and had a good week!
(also, the Lando/Oscar aftercare?? As always, chefs kiss! I will never get tired of your storys...)
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love!!! hello!!!!!
it sure has been ages, i've missed you! happy to hear that you've been good <3 ice skating! that's so much fun!! i had practically never ice skated before 2020 but i tried it once with a friend and i was hooked. haven't done it in a while tho 💔 maybe this winter!
did u end up getting up in the morning to watch? lowkey hope u didn't considering what happened to lando 😭 but then again, it's not much better to wake up to the news that he's in the hospital... i woke up at 8 to just watch macau and then that was just as much of a shitshow lol! sad that i didn't wake up to watch osc all the way since he had such a good run. im actually surprised at how good las vegas was compared to the expectations... i didn't look too hard but i didn't see the sphere thing too much 🤣 it should've played the inchident video to celebrate lestappen podium 🙏
so happy it's almost december and christmas! the best time of the year 🤭 i'm glad you'll have time to go home and spend the holidays with your family, you deserve a good break <3<3 i think i'm quite alright with presents if i know the person well, but otherwise it's so hard.... not only do we barely even celebrate christmas in my family (it breaks my heart since it's my favorite holiday......), but we're especially bad at gift giving lol! we usually just don't make a big deal out of it. suits me kinda well tho because receiving presents can make me kinda uncomfy 😶
awe love i hope you have a good week too!! come back soon again 💓
#also thank you for your kind words 🥺#so so sweet#so thankful that you still read 🫶#love u !#hope everything continues to go smoothly for you <3<3#✨!#asks!#anon!
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I am that anon who didnt wanted to be disrespectfull and cross the line I just had the chance to read part two of cult leader geto and ıt was deffinitly worth the wait your fics are deffinitly one of the best ones in the fandom
omg you came back 🥺🥺🥺
#thank you for your kind words 🥺🥺#and pls disregard my previous post#it wasn’t specifically about u#i just get many ‘part 2’ type of comments and nothing else afterwards#also i’m hella hormonal rn#— mailbox 💌
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