#cerona10

[hourcat]

I'm fairly certain you've done this before for Piarles, but no. 12? 👀

12. Whoops I accidentally fell in love with the sex worker I've been involved with (OnlyFans, exotic dancer, full-service, whatever)

Charles, nursing the world's most irritating headache, doesn't think twice before pressing FaceTime on Pierre's contact information. It's been—well, exhausting doesn't cover how stretched thin he'd gotten at work today, the grad students working alongside him somehow managing to push all of his buttons at once like they're freshmen again. He loves being the head of the research department, he does, it's just…sometimes, the work feels too big for him.

That's usually where this comes in—Pierre.

It's a little embarrassing, if he thinks about it for too long, how this all came to be: Charles had been shut in during the pandemic, desperate for any kind of connection, and he'd shelled out a pretty ridiculous sum of money over the course of the first year on OnlyFans, of all things. Specifically, the OnlyFans of one Pierre Gee, who's just about the most devastating camboy Charles had ever scrolled past. The first video of him fucking himself and his hand, back-and-forth in the most hypnotizing manner Charles had ever seen, was enough to sell Charles on the first one-time payment.

And that was three years ago. Pierre had reached out to him after the first year of Charles' faithful subscription to ask if he'd wanted anything specific, as he's somehow the biggest subscriber Pierre has, and that's…kind of how this all started. They talk offline often, not even necessarily for sex, and Charles would call him a friend if he didn't fantasize about Pierre fucking him on camera for one of his triple-diamond exclusive videos so frequently.

"Charlot," Pierre answers as the call connects, expression warm and filling Charles' screen in a way that makes his stomach twist. "How are you, cherie?" He looks…glossy with sweat. Charles raises a brow. Pierre sees it. "I am just, ha, getting off work." He winks at the lazy joke, then uses some discarded item of clothing from offscreen to mop up the sweat on his forehead.

"Of course you are," Charles answers flatly, although he can't swallow the giggle when Pierre rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. "I am too, although I'm sure my day was less exciting than yours." It must be something, doing what Pierre does. Charles spends all day cooped up in a library while Pierre probably gets to work from home and play with himself to his heart's content. The thought of him alone pleasuring himself makes Charles shiver. He can't think about that, not right now—he hadn't called for Pierre to get him off, he'd called because he wanted to hear Pierre's voice and talk to him.

"Exciting is not the word I would use," Pierre hums, settling back in whatever he's sitting on so that the camera briefly slips off his face and onto his (of course) broad, bare chest. Charles swallows thickly. "Today was not exactly a thrill to work."

The thought piques Charles' interest, despite himself. "Oh?"

Pierre grimaces. "Weird client," he answers. "Asked for something…" he wrinkles his nose at the thought of it. Charles is even more curious, especially because the list of things Pierre does do is so long that there's not a thing he can think of right now that would make him react like this. "I came, but like. It took some extra effort."

It's crazy, how he talks about sex so casually. Charles can't even say the word cum without turning purple with embarrassment, and here's Pierre, just blase about having to orgasm while on FaceTime. He hadn't even blinked. "Oh," is all he can muster in reply. The world is just different for the two of them.

Pierre can see it on his face, apparently—the disbelief. "But you did not call me to talk about my day," he murmurs, mouth curving sweetly into that smile Charles likes to pretend is just for him. "How was your day, ma belle?"

Better since you picked up, he wants to say, and almost does. But he can't make this weird for Pierre—not after everything he does for Charles, all the calls he takes and the friendship that he continues to accept despite the strangeness of it. He's watched Charles jerk off to one of his new videos over FaceTime once or twice. Friends don't exactly do that with one another.

"Long," is what he settles on, and Pierre laughs brightly, bursting through his speakers.

"I thought you liked things long, Charlo," he teases, and Charles feels the way his ears just start burning. "Sorry, sorry, bebe, I shouldn't tease."

"It's fine," Charles answers, and is surprised that he means it. It makes this normal, almost. "I don't know, people are stupid and I wanted to talk to someone who, you know. Wasn't."

At that, Pierre's expression shifts ever-so-slightly. "People are stupid," he agrees softly. "In fact, you might be the only not-stupid person I've ever met." He smiles, small at first but slowly growing until it's stretched across his face so genuinely that Charles is breathless from it. He can't imagine knowing Pierre outside of this safe, digital space: he's certain he'd make a fool of himself a thousand times over if he could feel the warmth spilling off the other man in waves.

That fact doesn't stop him from being a fool here and now, though. "Are you doing anything tonight?" Charles blurts the question like he's a kid in class with the answer, and immediately feels the embarrassment of it burn in his cheeks. So obvious in his yearning that he feels like he's being branded with it.

But Pierre's smile is unchanging. "Nope," he responds, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "I have all the time in the world for you, Charles."

[effervescentdragon]

If yes, can I get any pairing+ Daemon AUs?

happy bday @cerona10 ! im a bit late, sorry 🥰 i hope you still enjoy this. Also everyone go read Niamh's @milflewis fic that I adore :)

Charles sometimes thinks Esteban must be Pierre's soulmate or something similar. Why else would Ida be a rat?

Beatrice scoffs at him. "You are an idiot," she says, and if a peahen could roll her eyes, she would. "I keep telling you, you are your own worst enemy."

Charles shrugs. "I'm just saying. Ida and Marie get along great, and you can't tell me Este doesn't look like a rat."

He expects her to scold him. She has no problem doing it, and when Lorenzo's Arcana joins her, they can go on forever. She doesn't. "Marie," she says instead, her tone ice-cold. "What a common name."

"You're being mean," he says, because one of them has to be responsible. One of them must remember their duty and how to act when there's people around, and apparently it will not be Beatrice. So it must be Charles. "Why are you being mean?"

"No meaner than you," she says regally, ignoring his question. Her feathers puff up and Charles can't help but giggle, because she is as adorable as she is beautiful. "Every other girl is named some variation of Marie."

"At least you get those verses," Charles tries to placate her. "I'm getting better at Italian, and the book is full of expressions of love for Beatrice. I think they're all written for you personally. They feel like they are."

Beatrice squints at him like he's an idiot. "It's a book about hell, Charles."

"I don't believe in hell," he says, hurt a bit and not even knowing why. She folds her tail and steps closer to him, and he lets her, of course he does, she is his daemon, she is everything and he will always forgive her everything.

"I know you don't," she mutters. "That may be for the best."

"What do you mean?" Charles asks. Beatrice just shakes her head.

"Doesn't matter, little one," she says, and sometimes he forgets that she is not of this world, that she is other; never in moments like these, though, when her gaze goes through him and she seems to be remembering something. "Heaven and hell are not quite real, anyway."

Charles thinks on it a moment. He's reading Dante's Inferno, because Lolo insisted, but it's going slowly. He think's he may like Paradiso more, but Arcana insisted he does it in proper order, and he doesn't dare contradict her very much.

"And Purgatory?" he hears himself ask. "What about Purgatory?"

She doesn't answer for a moment, closing her eyes in a manner he's starting to recognize as the indication she's thinking of how much should she say. When she opens them, her voice is as far away as her gaze.

"Purgatory is in your head, Charles," she finally says. He blinks at her, because he doesn't understand, but he also doesn't like it one bit.

Before he can ask, she shakes her head, as if coming out of a trance. "Esteban isn't Pierre's soulmate." Her tone is final, and Charles bites his lip to prevent himself from poking her more. She won't appreciate it, and he doesn't want her to be mad at him.

"Okay," he sighs instead. "Let's go see if him and Ida are free after quali? We don't have to do anything after the F2 feature race, and we can maybe all hang out? Or at least Pear said so."

Beatrice smiles. "Yes. Let's do that instead," she says, and struts off elegantly towards the door, and Charles doesn't ask Instead of what?

-

Ida settled late. Even Beatrice settled before her; but then again, everyone knew Beatrice would be something special. Charles hated it and loved it in just the equal amount, and she knew that. She didn't really care.

"White peafowl, Charlo, how wonderful," Pierre had said to him when he first saw her. "And you, you look wonderful, my lady," he said playfully to Beatrice, and she scoffed, and preened, and let Pierre touch her snow-white feathers and caress her head.

Charles wasn't jealous of his own daemon. He wasn't.

Ida had sat on the couch by him, then, and Charles didn't dare reach out to her. It didn't really matter because she was just like Pierre. She went for what she wanted, and sooner rather than later she was in his lap. Charles didn't mind. He never did.

Why don't you settle, Charles had wanted to ask her back then. What is bearing down so heavily on his soul that he can't settle you?

He didn't ask; of course he didn't. He wouldn't put Pierre on the spot like that. He was content enough to watch Beatrice and Pierre talk as he caressed Ida's fur or feathers ir skin carefully as she flickered into different forms on his lap.

-

"Pierre Gasly's daemon is a rat," a boy says snidely on the track. "Just like him, the asshole."

The boy doesn't even get to finish his sentence properly when Charles punches him so hard, he breaks the boy's nose.

"Fuck you," Charles growls as Jules drags him away, apologizing to the boy's parents. "Don't talk about him like that!"

Jules doesn't say anything as he cleans Charles' hand except "Next time, clench your fist a bit more. It will hurt you less."

Charles smiles through the tears he doesn't let fall, and drives with his hand hurting the whole time, and wins the race.

-

Ida is already with Charles when Pierre walks into the room, Beatrice on his heels. Nobody says anything; Charles couldn't take it if anyone tried to speak.

His race trophy stands forgotten in the corner of the room as Pierre curls around him until all Charles can feel is Pierre. Beatrice is a heavy weight against his back; Ida scuffles until she is settled in Charles' t-shirt, her small body a little oasis of heat where Charles is so, so cold.

"I'm sorry," Pierre murmurs, and Charles doesn't want to hear it but he doesn't want Pierre to go away, ever. "I am so sorry, cher, I am sorry, I'm here, I have you, we have you."

Charles doesn't fall asleep that night, and it's not okay, but three warm bodies around him make it a bit easier to bear everything.

-

"Hello Beatrice, hello cher," Pierre says, and smirks, and looks so good and happy in Alpine's colours, Charles wants to kiss him.

Beatrice snorts. Charles always wants to kiss Pierre, that's not new.

"Hello Pierre." Beatrice inclines her head regally. "Where is Ida?"

Ida chooses that moment to scatter up Charles' leg, over his race-suit and up to his shoulder. Charles looks around warily, because daemons touching other people doesn't happen, it isn't something that happens outside strong bonds, and if the media got wind of this...

"Right where I belong," Ida squeaks, and Beatrice laughs, and Pierre almost blushes, and Charles does blush and pets her with one finger and tries not to beam too obviously, like a fool.

-

"We need to leave," Ida tells Charles and Beatrice as they wait for Pierre to be done with his briefing. Yuki's bear with the name Charles doesn't even know how to begin to pronounce isn't with them, so Beatrice is as relaxed as she ever gets in public.

Charles says nothing. Ida, much like Pierre, needs to be waited out to speak her mind.

"I don't care about loyalty anymore," she continues. "It's not about that. There is no loyalty there, and whatever he's clinging to, it's going to kill his spirit unless he stops. And I can't do it anymore."

Charles' phone pings.

From: Pierre

go on withiut me this will take a while

Ida hisses in anger. Beatrice coos at her, and Charles lowers himself down to the ground, and lets them both press against him, and waits for Pierre to be done.

-

"Be safe," Pierre says and pulls him into a hug. "And if at all possible, win."

"Always," Charles replies, and holds Pierre tight, and then goes out to drive the race of his life.

[singsweetmelodies]

WIP Game

RULES: Post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @river-ocean, @pinkierre, @chipsandnuggets and @softiecharlie - thank you so much, loves! i adore WIP title games like this one 😍😁😍

... it must also be said, though, that i have a bit of a problem with creating way too many WIPs. just, you know. a bit of a problem. (shoutout to my incredibly long-suffering friend & fic manager, AKA the ever-wonderful @dm3rv 💕😘) anyways, SO. this time, i'm setting myself the following parameters: the WIP must have been edited at least once within the last month or so, and it must be at least 500 words long in order to count for this challenge. 🫡

now that that's out of the way -- let's do it :DD

love's a game, wanna play

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pierresteban sex pollen

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THE NEW 2023 PROJECT

(also affectionately known as "2023 kisses")

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piarles teammates fuck for a challenge

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you can hear it in the silence

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pierre chris evans himself

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oscar/arthur

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galex kiss dare

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piarlos D/s

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(as you can tell, i was not joking when i said i have a WIP problem.) anyway! :D 🫶 i'm tagging @hourcat, @effervescentdragon, @welightitup, @cerona10, @your-littlesecret, and anyone else who feels like giving this a go & hasn't been tagged yet <333

[cerona10]

oooohhhh! could you tell me a bit more about Lord/knight AU Piarles, please? 👀👀😍

Katie, my dear! This one is brought about by the devastation that is brought about by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/cerona10/713107070132666368/inkstaindusk-inkstaindusk-inkstaindusk?source=share

This one is still in it's earliest stages, but I think I already have the basic premise I want to go down on:

Pierre is satisfied with what they have, for the most part.

He knows he can never have Charles in the way that he wants, but he also knows that he's overstepped his station enough as it is. For the son of a stablehand like him to become a knight, much less a sworn sword, is unheard of, to ask for his lord's hand in marriage is the height of foolishness.

So he satisfies himself with what little he can get, lingering glances, a brush of the hand, a stolen kiss when no one is looking. Pierre is Charles's knight and sworn sword, and he will stand beside his lord until his dying days.

But he also knows that what they have is fleeting. One day, Charles must fulfil his duties as a son of House Leclerc and marry the lord of another noble house, and Pierre know that Charles is too dutiful to allow an affair with his knight to jeapordize that. Pierre like to think that he's prepared for that day, and he sincerely hopes that he isn't lying to himself.

And yet that day comes too soon when a war looms on the horizon and House Leclerc's situation grows dire. To secure his house's future, Lord Lorenzo Leclerc has decreed that Charles is to be wed to Lord Carlos of House Sainz.

[chaesonghwas]

nine people you'd like to know better

tysm darling @duquesademiel for the tag!! 💖💖

last song: pancakes for dinner - lizzy mcalpine🥹 (v good for a rainy day like today)

currently watching: s5 of dts (lmao i'm behind) and fight for my way

current obsession: f1 in general ig? also making fancy lattes for myself lmao

currently reading: i started reading though the bridgerton books as a joke w a friend and now i'm having fun tbh. loads of fic as well!!

tagging: @your-littlesecret @cerona10 @leclercenjoyer @wolfiemcwolferson and anyone else that wants to do ittt

[hourcat]

Piarles + 6 ("Are you jealous?") 🙏

It's not like he's expecting all that much on a race weekend, of all things. Pierre knows that every team's media responsibilities are different, and that Ferrari especially thrives off of the content it's putting out between race weekends. He's been training himself not to be bothered by it...or, at the very least, trying his damnedest.

It's been getting harder, lately, considering Carlos' driving has been infuriating Pierre for the better half of this year so far and Charles still giggles and laughs along with him whenever they're in front of Josh's work phone.

Josh, of all people! Pierre's friend. He'd never wish anything bad on him, truly, but the little jealous creature that is permanently entrenched deep in his gut wishes he'd never left AlphaTauri. He'd been good at playing up the heavy bromance between himself and Yuki back in the day, which will only mean it will work just as well with Charles and Carlos. It's a nauseating thought.

But he's trying not to have it. It's especially difficult this weekend, because Monza is so steeped in Ferrari lore that there's no way Pierre is going to escape without being forced to witness some god-awful onslaught of red teammate shenanigans on his Instagram feed, but he is trying. It's what has him clenching his fist as he walks through the motorhome lot, the water bottle in his other hand getting the white-knuckling treatment as he thinks about how he is not thinking about Charles getting too close to Carlos to make the tifosi happy. "It is only a weekend," he mumbles aloud like he's actually going to listen to himself. It's only a weekend, and Jack had texted him earlier in the week that the two of them will be doing some TikTok trend because Esteban is too busy to have fun or whatever. He'll survive.

And then he hears a bright peal of laughter as he's walking by the alley between the Ferrari and McLaren motorhomes, and his confidence in that statement wanes dramatically. When he turns towards the sound, Pierre is greeted with the sight of Carlos fucking Sainz leaned onto Charles, tickling him as someone not named Josh films the two of them for some stupid challenge. He's almost chest-to-back with him, one arm hooked around his waist, and oh Pierre is seeing red. Is there a color beyond red for this? If there is, he's being swallowed up in it. Charles lifts his head at the perfect moment, mouth open wide and giggling as he seems to register Pierre's presence. His eyes are sparkling with joy.

Pierre doesn't even have the wherewithal to wave. With a noise that feels like it's been clawed from deep in his chest, he stalks off the rest of the way to Alpine's setup, anger boiling in his blood and filling his ears from what he'd just seen. There is no personal space between them, he thinks hotly, there is never any fucking space. He's rationalized instances like this before, and he will again, but the sight of Carlos pressed so intimately against Charles is burned into his retinas right now. He swings his driver's room door open and then slams it shut. Ben asks him if he's alright through the door and Pierre barely manages an I'm fine before he throws himself onto the couch like a child having a tantrum. "Fucking Monza," he mutters to the empty room. Like he didn't win here once upon a time. Like he doesn't love Italy with his whole heart.

Truthfully, Pierre doesn't know how much time he's actually spent coiled up in anger when the knock at his door breaks the silence. "Pierrot," Charles' voice is sweet and concerned, which means Pierre doesn't stand a chance against him right now. He sighs and sags further into the couch.

"Come in, Charles," he answers. The door clicks open immediately and Charles doesn't even bother waiting for it to swing shut again before he's clambering onto the couch, wrapping his arms around Pierre's shoulders to deliver a wet kiss to his cheek. The wildfire of rage in him cools off a little.

"Hi," Charles murmurs, nose smushed against the line of Pierre's beard. His mouth is warm. Pierre wants nothing more than to tug him into his lap and kiss him senseless--kiss him until he forgets his teammate, his team, his purpose here in the first place.

Instead, he sighs. "Hi," he responds, trying to keep from sounding too despondent. "What are you doing here, calamar?"

Charles peels back to raise his eyebrows. "What do you mean," he says flatly. "I did just witness you storm off like you were going to commit a murder, Pierre. Was I not supposed to come make sure you were not in trouble?" His mouth is quirked in a little smile, but his eyes hold a glint of concern that makes Pierre feel a little guilty.

"I'm fine," he replies. But it sounds flimsy to his own ears, and Charles snorts and shakes his head. "Don't worry about me, Charles. I'm alright. Nothing is wrong." He tries to pull Charles into his lap, now, but Charles is firmly settled into Pierre's side right now, and is apparently using all of his toned muscle to stay there.

"You're a terrible liar," he mumbles. "You can tell me any--" but then he cuts off, inhaling sharply all of a sudden, and Pierre swallows because this is exactly what he does when he figures out how exactly to read the mood. "Are you jealous?"

He sounds so incredulous that Pierre can't help the flush that colors his cheeks. "No," he lies. Charles tuts softly and grabs at Pierre's jaw, tilting his head so that they're now facing one another properly. He can't hide this for long.

"You are a terrible liar," Charles repeats, voice even quieter. "Pierre, I don't--you have nothing to be jealous over, Carlos is my teammate. I have to do this with him. We are a brand, no matter how much I don't like it." He wrinkles his nose. "You know I only love you."

Pierre does. Hearing Charles say it out loud again makes him blush even more, embarrassment putting more and more of his heated feelings out. He does know Charles loves him and him alone, and he does know that it's all Ferrari mandates and propagandas, but...

"Charlie," he murmurs. "I'm sorry. I know." When he tugs at Charles again, this time, he's rewarded: the Monegasque hums softly and goes along with it, settles in Pierre's lap like a weighted blanket and drapes his arms over Pierre's shoulders. The expression on his face is loving and knowing and nonplussed all at once.

"I know you are not his biggest fan," he hums. "And you know I am mad at him for what he has done to you this season. But I can't avoid him, mon petit." Charles rubs a gentle hand against Pierre's chest. "Please don't be upset. Please?" He's giving Pierre the big doe eyes that always, always work on him. Damn his boyfriend for knowing him so well.

He swallows, then reaches up to rest his hand against Charles' cheek. "I won't be," he answers. Then: "I will try my hardest, Charlie. For you."

Charles' face breaks into a grin. "For me," he echoes. "Thank you, mon petit." He swoops in for a kiss--chaste, quick, warm. Pierre wants to keep him trapped in his arms all day long. "I love you." Their noses bump. Pierre sighs, then leans in again for another kiss. (He can't help it. Habit.)

"And I love you."

[hourcat]

Phoebe Hourcat, I come to your ask box seeking wisdom.

Is this just how NFL pants are? Giving the illusion of being see-through so that their white undies are on display? Is this the america you live in? 🤨

(okay but i am not insane you see it too right? RIGHT?)

KDBJSNDKDMDKDMD oh my god. cerona you're not insane at all. nfl pants often leave nothing to imagination....❤️ at least when they're white!

sometimes it's hidden better with the pads but sometimes.....yeah 👁️👁️ theyre form fitting and american football men have some fantastic asses!

[hourcat]

Just write them defiling that couch after everyone leaves it'll be way better.

the way this crossed my mind already.... :/

[hourcat]

'Being able to write for all Charles ships' is going to be a skill requirement for the Ferrari social media manager job soon enough. 😭

KEHDKDNDKENSHDBRKDK

devastating. yeah no this is it 💔

[effervescentdragon]

thank you for the tag @c2-eh this is a perfect distraction so i dont fly back to my hometown and murder some people <3 gonna italic it bcs idk how to make colours on desktop :D

Rules: color stuff that applies to you and then tag your friends

Appearance:

i'm over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // I have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don't often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards.

Hobbies and talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks.

Relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online.

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season.

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs.

tagging @milflewis @sebsrainbowbicycle @ayceeofspades @saecookie @deathicus-sling @fingons-rad-harp @chattahoochiecoochie @sedicii @livetogether--diealone @vro0m @zhou-guanyu @44whispers @lewishamil10n @lewishamiltonstuff @cuetheviolins @colors-of-feeling @duquesademiel @wolfiemcwolferson @river-ocean @singsweetmelodies @radiocheck @hourcat @boxboxbrioche @saintdevote @schumigrace @fernandoalonzoo @cerona10 @foo1ishheart554 my absent baby @mssr-monagato and whoever else wants to do it mwah

[effervescentdragon]

oh i forgot to tag ppl okay 🤭

@deathicus-sling @fingons-rad-harp @secretlythranduil @singsweetmelodies @mssr-monagato @boxboxbrioche @duquesademiel @river-ocean @wolfiemcwolferson @blorbocedes @saecookie @moosmhin @chattahoochiecoochie @charletto @livetogether--diealone @margridarnauds @userkirian @44whispers @hourcat @vegasgrandprix @foo1ishheart554 @housepandacrimes @teamnick @sebchal @vro0m-but-not-cars @queent09 @carlosheinz @colors-of-feeling @lescedes @milflewis @lewishamil10n @lewishamiltonstuff @cuetheviolins @sv5lh44 @lottiefairchildbranwell @carla-carlos-charles @sebsrainbowbicycle @ayceeofspades @princemick @jaz-the-bard @antimonyandthyme @jean----ralphio @absynthe--minded @nikosheba @fernandoalonzoo @pitayyaaa @cerona10 @cute-abiteboul @sweatyflytrap

have fun yall

I GOT A TREE! bcs @c2-eh @remapped-soul and @schumigrace tagged me I LOVE YOU EVA LUNA GRACIE <3 This is so cute!

leave me stuff to read when i leave querida sunny españa in way-too-soon please graciasss 🌞🎄❤️