#asks prompts

[lestappenforever]

Hiiii, I don’t know if you’re still doing the lestappen prompts but how about the second one?

2. “Please?” “Those eyes won’t work on me this time.”

Ask, and you shall receive, my sweet. ❤️

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2. "Please?" "Those eyes won't work on me this time."

"Please?" Charles asks again, looking up at Max from beneath those ridiculously long, full eyelashes.

His green eyes are shining in the gleam of the fluorescent lights above their heads.

"No," Max says, looking away from Charles and glaring at the man standing next to him instead.

He knew this had been a bad idea. Had known it the second Charles spotted the sign of the animal shelter. Had known it the moment Charles had convinced him to go inside, 'just to have a look, Max, I promise'. Felt it in his gut as Charles had spotted the three-legged shiba inu puppy with the big, brown eyes and gasped. Started regretting every life decision that had lead him to this point as the shelter worker had opened the door to let Charles into the pen.

The puppy had climbed into Charles' lap the instant the Monégasque had sat down on the floor, and now there were two pairs of puppy eyes looking up at him.

Only one set of them belongs to an actual puppy.

"Please?"

"Those eyes won't work on me this time," Max tells him with a huff, crossing his arms across his chest.

"But Max, look at him," Charles insists, as if that's the issue here. As if Max hasn't seen the puppy and isn't aware of how cute he is.

Max is aware, thank you very much.

"Charles, we can't adopt a puppy. The cats would hate it. The puppy would hate it," he points out.

The shelter worker decides to pipe up at that.

"Actually, this one has lived with cats before and he loved it."

Max glares at him again, and the man promptly stops talking.

"Max, please."

"No."

Charles sticks his bottom lip out in a pout. He looks ridiculous and Max kind of hates him.

"Pretty please?"

"We're not getting the damn puppy, Charles. End of story."

It's the end of the discussion, and Max feels confident that he's managed to get through to Charles this time.

Until Charles' bottom lip fucking wobbles, and Max is desperately trying to understand how this has become his life.

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Charles names him Emilian, and Jimmy and Sassy fucking adore him.

Because yeah, they end up getting the damn puppy.

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers<3

Yaaayy!!! Jackie!!! ☺️☺️🖤

1. Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan

2. The Subway - Chappell Roan

3. I Know It’s Over - The Smiths

4. How Soon Is Now - The Smiths

5. Something Lacking - Capcom Sound Team

[justenoughlight]

Hyperfixation/SpIn asks

🤩- What's your current most prominent hyperfixation?

😍- What's your favorite/most prominent special interest?

🤨- What's your weirdest/strangest hyperfixation/SpIn?

🤯- Tell us one of your favorite facts about your hyperfixations/SpIns

🫂- Which hyperfixation/SpIn(s) do you wish you had more people with the same interest to talk to about it?

🪶- What's your most niche interest/hyperfixation, and can you tell us about it?

⚠️- What's the hyperfixation or SpIn that you can't talk about because it makes people concerned or put off?

📕- What's the hyperfixation or SpIn that you could write a whole essay about in less than three hours without even thinking about what to write?

🥰- What's your favorite hyperfixation or SpIn you've ever had?

😑- What's your least favorite hyperfixation or SpIn you've ever had?

⏳- What's the longest hyperfixation you've ever had? (How long did it last before fading?)

⏱️- What's the shortest hyperfixation you've ever had?

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Optional: askers can include: 🍄- Feel free to infodump in your answer!; 🪐- No preference either way; ❌- please don't infodump when responding to this ask

[lazylittledragon]

at the friday panel andrew wincott said raphael and astarion should go on holiday together and i can’t stop thinking about it

[cityandking]

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

[mischievous-thunder]

The morning after Althea had to spend yet another sleepless night because of the two freaks:

Meanwhile Logan:

P.S. Neither of the two idiots was drunk.

[wickcipher]

Botanically speaking, yeah cucumbers are fruits huh

[soursoppi]

redheads in ribbons, gotta be my favourite gender

[urfriendlywriter]

How to write angst ?

@urfriendlywriter | req by @everynowandthenihaveacrisis @aidyaiden :)

know your character. from their deepest fears to what they cherish the most. know your deepest fear, ask yourself how you will react and feel at that moment. "oh shit, if this happened to me I'll lose my mind" what's that type of scenario for you? write it. :)

decide on the type of angst you are going for!

major, minor, physical, emotional, paranormal, spiritual, verbal, abusive, quarrel, misunderstanding, etc.

and then, decide on--what reaction you can take out of your character by doing what to them.

are they gonna be, held at a gunpoint to give something up? or have their soul wrecked by whom they thought were close to them? or is it going be horror, or etctec, decide on it.

moving on to actually writing it-

Tip 1 - Use sensory details.

her eyes brimmed with tears

his chest heaved

pain clawed at his heart, as his face twisted with hurt

his scream pierced my heart

her lips quivered

she dug her nails into her palms (to distract herself, to stop it from shaking, etc)

show what is happening to ur MC, instead of telling it.

Tip 2 - how to actually write it.

If they're panicking, make them notice too many things at once, show every detail that they're seeing, feeling, from touch, to that burning sensation on their eyes, the blood on the ground, that dryness of their throat, the buzzing in their head and their parted lips unable to trust their own sight, and--and, boom! have them register that they're really really in trouble. and that they've to act fast.

use short, very minimal type of writing for this. make it long, but not long enough that it feels like it's being dragged.

the readers should hold themselves back from skimming the page out of curiousity, they should be in their toes to find out what happens next.

what does your MC do in times of panic? do they chant calm down to themselves, do they get angry, or start crying.. or?? what makes your character genuinely feel an emotion so hard that they'll burst?

there's always something, someone that'll always give them love and easily can be that something or someone to take it away. yk.

Tip 3 - crying.

what is close to your character that u can deprive them of? will it make them cry? beg for it?

what will make ur character cry so hard, that their scream fills everyone's ear, stays in their minds like ghosts and always haunts them?

make a character who never cries, burst out with tears.

while writing crying, focus on the 5 senses, one after the other.

focus it on their breath, make them run out of breath, gasp for air, feel like they're being choked, cry so scrutinizingly. it shud punch the reader's gut.

have them replay what had just happened over and over again in their head

best books and writing styles (for angst) to analyse and learn from (in my opinion);

3rd book in the AGGTM series (yk it hit hard like a truck. it got me depressed in bed the entire time lmao)

Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The moments of red outside of the truck, and moments leading to it.

there's this book called " Warm by @untalentedwriter127 " in wattpad. the author served angst for breakfast, lunch anddd dinner.

and if there's more angsty ones, drop em in the comments! :)

Hope this helps, tag me when yall write a masterpiece! ;)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

nah cause all i can think abt it rafe being an absolute DICKHEAD to everyone but you. like he 180 changes when ur around and it completely baffles everyone.

OOOOH yes. everyone tellin you “he’s a dickhead, I don’t get why you’re with him.” And youre like “wdym? he’s the sweetest boy ever.” because you nd him and literally like this everyday

his friends hate it sm. I imagine it would go something like this

🪷 ꪆৎ 🕊️‧₊˚♡︎

Everywhere Rafe went, you followed. His friends never had the balls to say anything and just let it happen.

At parties, he was drinking and leaning in his chair, talking to Barry, who currently smoked a joint. A man sat in front of them, offering them an amount of money for the gold from the cross.

Rafe shook his head at the offer.

“That all?” Rafe asked him, unamused.

“I mean,” the dude scoffed. “How much would you take for it?”

“This bar is at least 5 grand. If you don’t got the money, fuckin’ stop wasting my time.”

“How is that five grand?”

Rafe rolled his eyes, irritated as he shut the case the gold was kept it. “Yo, what the fuck did I just say? Stop wasting my time. Get the fuck out.” He nodded, the man scoffing and shaking his head, standing up and walking away.

Rafe seemed irritated, his eyebrows furrowed and his face rested in an annoyed expression. That was until he glanced up and saw you walking towards him.

The man that had tried to buy the gold pushed past you, making you furrow your eyebrows at his rudeness.

Rafe had seen it, his irritation and anger bubbling once again. You just shrugged it off as you continued your stride to your boyfriend.

And he saw your bubbly demeanor, bouncing around happily as you walked towards him with the sweetest smile. He melted, the corners of his lips twisting up to form a smile. You fell into his lap, clearly drunk as you slurred out his name happily, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Hey, baby.” He mumbled softly and quietly, hands rubbing circles on your legs.

Barry raised his eyebrows at Rafe, Rafe motioning for him to leave, his old glare back before he turned his attention back to you.

“You tired?” He asked you quietly.

“Yeah. Wanna go home, Rafey.” You whined and complained. And with anyone else, the nickname would have had someone 6 feet under.

“Alright. We’ll go home. Lemme just clean up here, Kay’?” He patted your ass softly, gently getting you off his lap.

“‘Kay.” You mumbled tiredly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and waiting, but before he could even turn around to you, you were fast asleep on the couch.

He sighed, shaking his head and smiling again to himself.

[lestappenforever]

Omg after watching the Charles post race interviews from the Hungarian GP I feel like I need 8 and 37 for established lestappen 😭

Bestie, the way my heart has fucking shattered over and over again for Charles this weekend. The sadness in his eyes after the race is just devastating. 😭

8. and 37. for established Lestappen coming right up! ❤️

You're also getting a bonus 19. "Can I play with your hair?" and 20. "C'mere sweetheart."

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8. "Relax. I've got you.", 37. "Oh, baby... c'mere...", 19. "Can I play with your hair?", and 20. "C'mere, sweetheart."

The Hungarian Grand Prix adds another crushing blow to Charles' never-ending list of crushing blows in 2023.

Qualifying P5 wasn't ideal, but it could have been worse. A lot worse. Charles went into the Sunday hopeful — confident — he could overtake Zhou early, and then set his sights on Lando and Oscar. And he did.

But everything went to shit after that.

The absolute low point of the day — and there were quite a few to choose from, including the ridiculously slow pit stop — was Xavi telling him they'd discuss the race strategy at the end of the race.

The race strategy for this race. When they were smack dab in the fucking middle of it, and Charles had ideas that could take him to a higher position if the team would just fucking listen to him.

He wants to laugh when Xavi tells him good job at the end of the race.

A P7 finish after a P5 start is not a good result. But he supposes that his engineer thinks so just sums up their season altogether.

When he's roped in for his post-race interviews, Charles feels frustrated and sad and tired. He's just so fucking tired of everything.

He's tired of every race feeling like a fucking struggle with a car that can't seem to perform the way Charles needs it to. He's tired of having a team around him that won't listen to a word he says, and seem to have made it their life's mission to screw him over with their strategy one way or another, every single race. He's tired of feeling like with every passing week, another team outperforms them and passes them in the overall standings.

But most of all, he's tired of feeling like he's not enough. That nothing he does will ever be enough. Even though he knows, deep down, that he's not at fault for the way this terrible season is turning out.

Because Charles will never not blame himself. It's in his blood, his genes, his very soul.

Once he finishes his media duties, Charles retreats to his driver's room and is fully intent on staying there until the paddock is as close to empty as possible.

He doesn't even have the energy to change out of his racesuit, only unzipping it and pushing the top half down to expose his fireproofs. Then, he just sits on the floor with his head in his hands.

He doesn't cry, though. There have been so many tears already this season that Charles doesn't think he has any left at this point.

Charles convinces himself that's a good thing.

As he sits on the floor of his driver's room, staring ahead without seeing anything, Charles feels nothing.

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"You need to see this," Lando tells Max as they wait to be called in for their post-race press conference, handing his phone over.

Max takes it with a frown, looking down at the screen as Lando taps the screen to start the video.

Charles' face stares back at him, and the Monégasque looks so fucking tired, so fucking sad, that it makes Max feel sick. His eyes are shining with tears Max knows won't spill. He watches the way Charles wipes at his face, touches his mouth, licks his lips, rubs at the back of his neck, looks away from the interviewer and the camera as he talks about the race.

It's every tell-tale sign of the chaos going on in Charles' mind — in his heart.

He's doubting himself, blaming himself, trying his damnedest to find a way to shift the fault of the race to himself as opposed to where the blame truly lies: With the team.

It's infuriating, and Max kind of wishes Lando hadn't shown him this now, before the press conference. Because now Max needs to pretend like he isn't thinking about Charles as he sits with Lando and Checo on that couch, answering questions about his own race.

Max sighs as the interview finishes, and he hands Lando his phone back just as a woman comes out to collect them.

Behind him, Checo pats his shoulder in sympathy.

"Do you think he's okay?" the Mexican asks quietly, low enough for only Max to hear him.

And Max sighs again, shaking his head. "Would you be?"

Checo doesn't answer, but that's answer enough.

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When Max lets himself into Charles' driver's room after the press conference, the Monégasque is still sitting on the floor, staring blankly ahead.

Max shuts the door behind him and goes to sit next to him on the floor. He waits.

When a full minute passes and Charles doesn't speak, Max reaches out to take one of Charles' hands from where it's danglig limply between his bent knees, lacing their fingers together.

The contact makes something dislodge in Charles, and the numbness that's been holding him together disappears, replaced by every heartbreaking emotion he's been trying so hard to ignore. His shoulders begin to shake as the tears Charles was sure he was all out of well up in his eyes and spill down his cheeks.

Max sees it right away, because of course he does.

"Oh baby... C'mere," he says without missing a beat, letting go of Charles' hand in favor of curling his arm around Charles' shoulders and pulling him against his chest.

"C'mere, sweetheart."

Charles goes willingly, turning slightly on the floor so he can press his face into Max's chest, tears wetting the fabric of Max's fireproofs. He curls a hand in the fabric by his face, holding on for dear life, as Max's other arm wraps around him, too, holding him close.

And he cries. Flat-out sobs against Max, his heart breaking over and over again in his chest as the sheer hopelessness of the situation washes over him for what feels like the millionth time this season.

Max kisses his head, again and again, as Charles trembles violently against him.

"Relax," Max whispers into his hair, tightening his hold around the Ferrari driver. "I've got you."

It's said like a promise, and Charles knows he means it like one.

It takes Charles a long time to get his bearings enough to make his voice work, but eventually, he manages a whisper.

"Can I play with your hair?"

Max is already pushing the orange cap off his head before Charles can finish the sentence.

"Of course you can," he murmurs, as he wraps his arm back around Charles.

Charles lets go of Max's fireproof shirt to reach up, tangling his fingers in the blond strands and toying with them. It’s an act he always finds to be incredibly soothing, and it helps calm his racing mind.

The fact that Max fucking loves it too is a nice bonus, as the Red Bull driver lets out a pleased hum.

It won't make it all better. Won't make the pain stop or make the devastation of it all go away.

But amidst what is shaping out to be a truly horrible year for Charles, Max is the only constant he knows he will never have to worry about. Because Max loves Charles more than he loves anything else, and Charles loves Max just the same.

It won't fix anything. But it will make it bearable.

And at the end of the day, that's all that matters.

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

21 <3

“21: What you love most about yourself”

My eyes.

I have hazel eyes, but they do this cool thing where they reflect certain light differently, so sometimes my eyes are brown, hazel, green or auburn. ❣️

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Asking for permission

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Is it okay to kiss you?"

"Can I hug you?"

"Can I call you later?"

"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?"

"Can I touch your hair?"

"I would love to spoil you, can I do this for you?"

"Can I tell people about us?"

"Would you allow me to walk you home?"

"Is it okay to randomly text you?"

"Can I take a picture of you?"

"Can I use a picture of you as my background?"

"Is it okay if we cuddled while watching the movie?"

"Would you let me take care of this for you?"

"Are you okay with me calling you my girl/boyfriend?"

[plumbum-art]

Hello so i hope this isn't to much of a bother I saw your post and can you do a doodle just with aziraphale or crowley I'm fine with either holding a kitten I hope this isn't to vague I just like the idea of either of them holding a kitten cause I like kittens and I like good omens sorry if this is awkward I'm not the best at typing stuff out but either way I'm hoping your doing well and have a amazing day or night :)

thank you so much for your request! i got carried away a bit though lol

[clownmitts]

could you draw Momo and Okarun slepping together?

I don't think Okarun will be sleeping too much until he gets used to it