#but like nobody asked

[novemberdevils]

Okay

(So life is hell and I’m just going to yap at you)

-legit so over the moon you have Tkachuk fighting Grosjean.

So- are both Tkachuks in Indy? Is Matthew any good?

What DOES Quinn do these days? I don’t know anything about NASCAR contracts did he make enough to just… chill?

Once again, thank you so so so so much for writing this fic/cursing me to be interested in F1 (what LV GP drama for Ferrari)

please yap at me all of the time i love to yap. as can be inferred from my current state of. yapping

in my head atm matthew is the only tkachuk in indy. i haven't totally filled the indy grid out in my head yet, but it is the same idea as the f1 one where it's like half actual indycar drivers and half nhl players shoved into cars (the f2 grid with luke is also the same). i will give some Indy Context bc the whole indy thing is mostly a massive sideplot (and self indulgence) so to me it doesn't feel like a particularly destructive spoiler

it's implied in some twitter usernames/display names that matthew drives for andretti in indycar, which is a good team -- and i do headcanon him (though ig it is just canon bc it's my fic) as being pretty good. not like alex palou good lmao, but he wins races. he does suffer from Aggressive Driver Disease which means a lot of people (+ the media) do not like him very much, but yknow. it is a bit more acceptable imo to be aggressive in indy as opposed to f1, same kind of with nascar, which is why i keep making vague references whenever jack gets particularly mouthy and quinn or someone makes some comment about how nascar or indy it is of him. like they do a lot more actual physical pushing of each other in indy, or getting in front of the cameras and saying they want to punch the guy who hit their car lmao. which is not so much of a thing in f1

but even by indy standards i see tkachuk as being kind of aggressive. hence him hitting grosjean. but there isn't really a "driver misconduct" penalty especially since that type of stuff usually happens if/after drivers end up being knocked out of the race. but! my personal canon/headcanon for mr indycar matthew tkachuk is that he ends up in a lot of incidents, can usually come back from them, and it is pretty damn good when he races clean. if you have ever watched an indy race you know those cars are like borderline indestructible compared to f1 cars. if the f1 car brushes the wall it Might be over but i have watched indycars get actually run over then still finish the race. like dude there was a tire on your head 25 laps ago and now you're crossing the finish line. are you okay

sorry. this is so rambly. the inertia universe andretti lineup in my brain is herta-kirkwood-tkachuk so do with that what you will. it is 2/3 real indycar drivers lmao. the only other Solid spots i have filled are grosjean in a juncos (which is real, also juncos sucks) and zegras in an arrow mclaren -- pato is definitely one of his teammates bc i just like him but do not ask me about the third arrow mclaren rn i have no idea. decision not yet made. and will smith (of the san jose sharks) is kicking around somewhere i just haven't totally decided where. maybe dale coyne or RLL idk all i know is He Is There. rookie seasoning it up

that was the world's most unnecessary indycar ramble i apologize. i could keep going but idk if anybody wants that. i have like half the mind to write an indy spinoff fic or something but i don't have a real plot for it lmao but i love indy so bad!!

QUINN. that's a great question tbh. i have not logicked that one out. as previously mentioned him being a retired nascar guy is a direct reference to nobody's favorite craftsman trucks driver dalton sargeant, however quinn did make it to cup series and didn't die in the feeder of all feeders, he was just kind of bad at being in cup series. and then. his retirement is really complicated. i keep making it more complicated. he cannot have shit in this universe

oh anyways. dalton sargeant is like. a professional?? fisherman?? i don't know. point is i have no real idea what he's up to. whatever it is he's doing he has a lot of spare time to hang around race tracks when he can (he goes to all the US f1 races and maybe canada i am yet to decide and he pops up around indy sometimes by proxy of being friendly with some of the guys over there) but he probably does. Something. the money from being a NASCAR driver does help but that cannot last forever. maybe i need to work that out

anyways. i am as always very glad you like the fic 💕 spreading the f1 plague to the unsuspecting hockey rpfers, one 20k word chapter at a time

[wardensantoineandevka]

is that piece of media actually bad, or is it just not following the blueprint you projected onto it? is that work actually not good, or are you just demanding something from it that is absolutely antithetical to its themes, genre, tone, and narrative goal? is that story actually poorly written, or do you just dislike that it is not the specific things you wanted from it that it never set out to be, never was, and never is going to become? is it actually bad, or is it actually well-executed and you just dislike the story it chose to be because it isn't catering to your specific desires and expectations?

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[stealingpotatoes]

I love your art! Do you think you will ever do more of the Owen and Anakin as good brothers?

thank you! i absolutely will and here's proof:

(commission info // tip jar!)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Love it when you give him this winged eyeliner look

Very adorable. Pretty princess core

Michael got good at makeup but just to do his eyes and nothing else

[opikiquu]

iknow my comics are ugly please just hear me out

[valtsv]

that shitty thing some people do where they compliment something about you, only to take it back and reveal that it was meant to be a joke at your expense when you sincerely thank them for it, used to bother me until i realised that you can just. keep it. refuse to hand that power back to them. they are never prepared to deal with this.

[thecmaly]

A-grade simp

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more windbreaker comics

[kourota]

⸢This story is for just that one reader.⸥

[steelsartcorner]

shadowheart has fallen to the make-everything-hades-game-forever fever... her boons definitely make for the strongest cast builds in the game

others in this style (ish): the dark urge (OC); minthara (bg3), Karlach (bg3), gale (bg3), halsin(bg3), lae'zel (bg3), wyll (bg3), astarion (bg3), kotallo (horizon)

p-please... my pen.... someone take it away

[finelythreadedsky]

your tags. yeah. it's not that they are progressive or feminist or even written by women -- but they are doing something with women that is complex and worth paying attention to, and in many cases they are the reason we have a version of a particular woman's story at all

yeah that's one of the marketing conceits of the myth retelling novel industrial complex that bothers me, it's the framing as if no one has ever paid attention to these female characters who are buried unnoticed in the myths when often the most complete or the most authoritative version of the character's story that survives from antiquity is in tragedy, a genre that is notoriously interested in bringing female characters out of the house and putting them on stage in active roles, and in using those female characters to explore issues of gender and the place of women in contemporary society.

like to a certain degree it makes sense for the homeric women who don't appear in (extant) tragedy, like briseis or the hanged women in odyssey 22, but we have stories where clytemnestra and deianira and medea insist on make narrative space for themselves to tell their own stories from their own perspectives, refusing to be silent about the violence their society inflicts upon women and the lasting damage it does. they're called aeschylus' agamemnon and sophocles' trachiniae and euripides' medea. and maybe you want to retell those stories for modern audiences, changing things or emphasizing different aspects of them! and that's great! but framing it as if they've been ignored and their stories are as-yet-untold is just not accurate, and it's a cheap way to paint your work as innovative and subversive.

[marciaillust]

bro fuck it im workposting. i did illustrations, i storyboarded, i directed. I did many cool things in 2024 and millions of people all over the world saw em. that has to count for something

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[risibledeer]

take a joel i did on the magma thingy *insert thumbs up emji im too lazy to find it* WILD LIFE WILD LIFE WILD LIFE and joels

[chloesimaginationthings]

I don't know why, but, I kind of see your game Vanny as a disaster bisexual

VANNY IS THE QUEEN OF DISASTER..

[tojis-gf]

lactation kink w/ toji x reader

an: okok this has been something i've wanted to actually indulge in for a minute and i'm rlly nervous abt it >_< if you aren't into this stuff, pls just skip past. + not proofread !

it was any other tuesday night, toji had put your two children down for bed which you couldn't appreciate more as you've been so exhausted. sure you're on maternity leave, but being at home doing chores around the house is so exhausting on your poor little pregnant body, especially with having to take care of two littles : ( but toji makes sure to help out when he's around and not working.

you're currently 27 weeks along and as of lately, your breasts have began to leak. toji doesn't mind, if anything, it makes the blood rush straight down to his cock. it absolutely turns him on. you're almost positive that toji loves seeing you pregnant because of how dense and plump your tits get, all filled up with milk for his baby that he put inside your warm womb.

as you watch some shitty reality tv show to try and relax for a bit, you begin to massage your breasts, as they're so sore, heavy, and full of milk. toji makes his way over to the couch, plopping down next to you, noticing your discomfort, "what's wrong baby" he says, reaching out to squeeze your tits, "are the girls feelin' extra full t'day? hm, y' want me t'make em' feel better hm?" he says with a smirk on his face. he knows the answer to that, he just wants to hear you beg for him to suck on your tits. "mhm, they're s'full, pretty please baby, make me feel better" you whine and of course he's wasting no time, not even bothering to lift your cute little lace tank top that can barely support your tits, rather pulling them out, letting the neck-line rest under them.

he begins with your right tit, mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking like there is no tomorrow, your sweet milk dripping from his mouth onto your tit, eventually dripping onto your pants but you didn't care, it felt sooo good. when it comes to your tits, that is definitely toji's oral fixation. if he could suck on them all day long he 100% would. he peers up at you through dazed eyes, drunk off your taste, "how does that feel babe, feels fuckin good right?" he says before switching to your left tit, attacking it like there was no tomorrow, you swear you could cum just from the sight of this "hah~ y-yeah baby, feels s'good mhm..keep goin' pleaseee" you babble in even more of a daze than he's in.

at this point, he's just kissing all over them, leaving love bites on the parts that'll be non-visible in tops, your nipples are so sore at this point you're unsure you'll even be able to bare it any longer, as much as you do enjoy all the love toji shows for your tits. "b-baby, thank you" you say as you go down to kiss the top of his head, "as much as i love you sucking on my tits, i'm starting to become a bit more sore than i initially was" you giggle, "lay here though, i'd like that a lot...". and he does, head resting against your bare chest as the two of you drift off into a slumber, quickly interrupted by the cries of your two-year old son. "don't worry, i got it, relax mama" he says, planting a kiss onto your chest, rising from the couch to tend to your son.