#been busy and uninspired

[alphashley14]

POV: Fred was doodling in class

[artbytesslyn]

just a small flesh sacrifice

[terracottakore]

(wip) trying to get back into the swing of things

[pigswithwings]

hiii can you do web weaving about being cursed?

Sources: Wikipedia (Justice), Wikiquote (Justice), Wikipedia (Curse), Wikiquote (Curses), Wikipedia (Minotaur), Wikipedia (Pasiphaë), Wikipedia (Mother), Wikipedia (Mirror Test), Wikipedia (Fear), Wikiquote (Love), Wikipedia (Child Development), Wikiquote (Children),

[kira-light0]

I'm flooded with boops (keep sending more)

[tame-a-messenger]

man i just find it so sweet how many times damien turned around to look at angela in their beatles 2 bit. it's like he doesn't want to miss a second of her in her element. I really liked this tntl, we got a lot of moments with them and little interactions which is something that we usually don't get because of the format of tntl and how quick things are.

here's hoping that this will mean we will get more videos with them. hopefully a card game because we get a lot of them just hanging out and having a chill time and the videos are longer 🤞🏻

He really does enjoy her preforming so so much <3

I've seen him do that a lot in the past! whenever she's in a bit with a bunch of other people he'll makes sure to have his head on a swivel, to give everyone his attention, and he always pays special attention to whatever she's doing. It's SO sweet

I'm always paying close attention to the edit and all the things they try to cut around/out, and they ALWAYS cut the stuff between them! idk if they just chatter a lot and that's why- but I was happy to see this moment at (10:53) when Vic's talking Angela turns towards him and says something to him and they're just talking to each other for a second ���

GOD I HOPE WE GET MORE OF THEM THIS MONTH!!!!

Tomorrows a Chosen vs Chosen (BOOO!!! GET SOME DIFFERENT CONTENT! /hj) so we'll have to wait and see!

[bcneheaded]

huwahgh HELLO... i live, more or less. just popping in to say hi ?? also to [makes a bunch of garbled, incoherent noises] yeah

[smallpapers]

Hello I’m still here! Just working on some coms and don’t have a lot of time/ energy/ inspiration to draw… but I want to start drawing more again soon hopefully after I get through large personal hurdle!! I wanna draw TOH!!

[mosviqu]

my brother came home while i was at work and took all the paintings i did in 2020 to his new flat because he really wanted to decorate it with my work and now im crying

[vilelittlecritter]

Me looking at people losing their shit at my art and my reaction being "WHAT IS BRO TALKING ABOUT🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️"

[stravagatefaster]

If there ever is a stravaganza adaptation, there should absolutely be talking head segments that are there only so that people can comment on how bad Enrico smells

[bakerstreethound]

I miss my fictionals 😭

[rmcbean]

me internally when i get to work

[roodle-things]

I'm sorry to the people who've requested stuff, I'll try and get those out either today or tomorrow!!

[petrichormeraki]

Tomorrow :)c

[willowsnook]

I'd like to request vodka lime in a wine glass please x

lando norris x fewtrell!sister

it's always been you

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The week of Silverstone, you found yourself at a cozy restaurant in London with your brother, Max, and his best friend, Lando. You were excited to see Lando since he wasn’t in London often, and the three of you had grown up inseparable. Though you drifted apart as life got busier with school and Lando’s racing, every time you reconnected, it felt like no time had passed.

"You seem a little off," Max commented, breaking you out of your thoughts. Both he and Lando were looking at you curiously from across the table. "What’s on your mind?"

"Oh, it’s nothing," you said quickly, brushing it off.

"Doesn’t seem like nothing," Lando chimed in, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You sighed, glancing down at your glass. "The bookstore I’ve been working at part-time for the last couple of years… the owners told me today that they might have to close in the next few months."

You’d worked there throughout college, and even after landing your full-time corporate job, you couldn’t give up the bookstore. The owners, an elderly couple, had become like family to you. The store was your safe haven, a place you truly loved. Your full-time job, on the other hand, left you uninspired, so the bookstore had been your refuge from the monotony of corporate life.

"I’m so sorry, Y/N," Max said softly. "I know how much you love that place."

You nodded, a bit of sadness lingering as you shifted the conversation to something lighter, trying to salvage the mood. Dinner wrapped up, and you said your goodbyes, promising to see them both at the race in a few days.

The next day, as you stocked shelves at the bookstore, the familiar jingle of the bell caught your attention. Turning around, you saw Lando standing by the door, scanning the shop. When his eyes landed on you, he smiled.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" you asked, walking over to him.

"I wanted to see what was so special about this place," he said, glancing around the cozy store.

The comforting scent of old books filled the air as soft jazz played in the background. Rain tapped gently against the large windows, and a few people sat curled up in armchairs, flipping through books under the warm glow of vintage lamps.

"I get it now," Lando said, turning back to you with a smile. "It’s very... you. Cozy."

You blushed at the compliment. "You want to grab a book while you're here? Something for the plane?"

"Sure. But I’m not touching any self-help books," he teased, and you rolled your eyes, laughing.

"Come with me, I’ve got the perfect one," you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the fantasy section. You reached for one of your favorites and handed it to him. His eyes widened at the size of the book.

"Y/N, this is huge!" he exclaimed.

"It’s so worth it," you promised. "The characters are incredible. One of them actually reminds me of you. He’s been through some rough patches and doesn’t realize how amazing he is until everyone else shows him. By the end, he becomes this confident, fearless leader. It’s... well, it’s really inspiring."

Lando was quiet as you spoke, just staring at you with a small smile. "You’re adorable when you talk about books, you know that?"

You blushed even more, mumbling a shy "Thanks" as he took the book from your hands.

"Guess I’ll have to read it then," he said, following you to the counter. "What time do you get off?"

"Not for another hour," you said, ringing him up.

"How about we grab dinner after?" he asked, surprising you.

You hesitated, usually only hanging out with Lando when Max was around. "I don’t want to make you wait."

He held up the book. "I’ve got this to keep me busy."

That evening, you and Lando went to your favorite nearby restaurant. Conversation flowed easily, just like old times.

"So, how’s the day job?" Lando asked between bites of pasta.

You shrugged. "It’s... fine. It’s just not what I thought it would be. Honestly, I wish I could work at the bookstore full-time, but, you know... it’s closing soon."

"You’ve tried to help them out, though, right?"

"Yeah, I’ve offered to handle marketing, organize events, bring in more customers, but the owners are kind of stuck in their ways. As adorable as they are, they’re not too keen on change."

Lando frowned, clearly disappointed for you. The rest of the night passed smoothly, and when he walked you back to your apartment, he kissed you on the cheek in goodbye, leaving your thoughts spinning. You had never really seen him as anything more than your brother’s best friend, but after today, you weren’t so sure anymore.

The following weekend, you arrived at the bookstore only to be greeted by Evelyn, one of the owners.

"Y/N, we need to talk," she said, pulling you aside. Your heart sank, bracing for the worst.

"I know I told you a few weeks ago that we were struggling," Evelyn began, "but... someone made a very generous donation. Enough to keep us going for quite a while."

Your heart raced. "Wait, really? Who?"

"Some young man who wanted to stay anonymous. He said that everyone deserves to do what they love."

Tears pricked your eyes. "Oh my gosh, Evelyn, that’s incredible!"

"But there’s more," she continued, her voice soft. "Art and I are getting older, and we can’t keep running this place forever. We’d like you to take over—effective immediately."

Your jaw dropped. "Wait, me? Are you sure?"

Evelyn chuckled. "Honey, you know this place better than anyone. You’ve got a business degree, and you love it here. Of course, you’re the one to take over."

You hugged her tightly, tears of happiness spilling from your eyes.

Weeks later, as you settled into your new role, you came across the “anonymous” donation in the books. $100,000. Your eyes widened. You’d assumed the donation had been a few thousand at most, but this was... insane. Then, your breath caught when you saw the signature.

Lando Norris.

You stormed out of the store, your heart pounding. That was too much money. There was no way you could accept it. Knowing he was at Max’s place, you banged on the door.

"Y/N?" Max asked, startled as he let you in.

"Where is he?" you demanded.

Lando, lounging on the couch, froze when he saw you. You grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the guest room, slamming the door behind you.

"$100,000, Lando?" you yelled. "That’s insane! Why would you do that?"

"Because it’s not just some random thing, Y/N," he said, stepping closer. "It’s something that matters to you."

You blinked, confused. "But... why does that matter to you?"

"Because you matter to me," he said softly. "Everything that’s important to you is important to me."

Your heart raced as his words sank in.

"If your dream is to run that bookstore, then that’s my dream too," Lando continued. "It’s always been you, Y/N. I’ve felt this way since we were kids. I just... never told you."

Tears welled up as you flung your arms around his neck. "Lando..."

He pulled back slightly, gazing into your eyes. "Give me a chance. A chance to be more than just your brother’s best friend."

You smiled, your heart full. "I think I can do that. As long as you finish that book."