#gt/dm

[shrimper]

ghost trick dunmeshi au

^ reference images

[smoll-stace]

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Hello community

I will draw your ocs

Give please

Its been so long since I've been able to draw gt, I'm gt deprived

All I ask is they have a reference.

If you are a writer I'm sorry I will not be taking solo descriptions. (Descriptions + references are fine)

No heavy gore pls

Pls don't interact if you are a NSFW or vore account, since this my sfw fluff account I'ma keep it that way ty :)

[gtzel]

Role-Play Character Updates:

Here are a few more updated bits on characters I’m open to roleplay as.

Zeal: A Fae (has shifter and borrower alternatives if wanted) with a sparky personality. He is 4 inches tall and is easily distracted by shiny things.

You can DM me if you are interested in RPing with him.

[twisted-art-wounders]

Does the God of Destruction still recognize his old friends?

[soakedmilkgt]

I just had a g/t tought:

So character A is a human who is VERY tall and often feels out of place and to big when he is with people he is also strong and sometimes he hurts people on accident and in top of that he has anger issues so he is a BIG, scary and unstable guy right?

Then there is character B he is a curious, brave and kinda prideful guy, he is a borrower(ngl I prefer fairies as mains but sometimes borrowers just fit better) and lets say character B gets in a terrible accident while borrowing and breaks his leg or smth, character A enters his house and sees a borrower sized pool of blood and a 15 something year old 3 inch child on his counter

Now he has to deal with a tiny person with makes him feel worse about his size and he is scared of even touching him but character B quickly trusts him more than A trusts himself.

And one day A enters his home intoxicated and B wants the uppies but A refuses B pushes him and the human intending to move him away pushes him over the counter with his finger and he gets more badly hurt than before( he doesnt die because i'm pretty sure it's a non lethal fall thanks to terminal velocity) A HAS to take care of him now which is even scarier than before and B doesnt want to admit he was scared so he just shrugs it off and acts like nothing happened, trauma healing time next?

Wacky aventures inssue , idk maybe i'll use them for some slice of life stories and some angst

[gtbutterfly]

Uh, so....is anyone interested in g/t roleplay? Dm me if you are,

[sugarsweetvirgo]

'Noticed a few people started to follow me and wanted to do another quick rundown of my main focus, Bondshipping (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

Definitely doing this for the new followers and not because I love doing "Explain my Ship" trend posts with a burning passion. (〃∀〃)ゞ

 Original template under the cut 💙

[kbthebearcat]

This is the idea for an RP prompt I wrote some years ago. I still really like the concept so thought I’d share it here!

Every night when you turn out the light and drift off to sleep, you have a dream that you are woken up by a friend at your window. This friend isn't any ordinary friend though, they're a giant. Once you go over to your window and open it, they take you away and the two of you explore many places together. Then, before dawn, they return you to your window safe and sound.

On this particular night that you close your eyes and go to sleep though.... the same thing happens, you are woken up from your slumber from a tap at the window, it's your large friend! Only this time.... something doesn't seem right..... it almost seems... a bit more real than usual....

[frickfrackiwastakingabath]

Hold on I'm so smart I can make gt aus with my dnd characters

[shrimper]

[belethlegwen]

The Stranding - Chp 52 - Assigning the Pieces [Updated]

Lovely day to all of you, my friends <3 The latest chapter of The Stranding has just been uploaded for your viewing pleasures!

In which the chess game continues, and no one knows who is which piece. Such is the fun of military-political drama <3

As always, thank you all so much for reading and enjoying! The amazing folks who've been leaving such nice comments have my entire heart in a vice grip, y'all make my days better for real!

[gtzel]

Emiro and Zeal

Part of a roleplay im doing with @smf763

Zeal had been suspecting something was off with his human. The lady had been bribing boxes in ans out of the hours for months now. And when zeal went out one night to borrow and the house was completely empty, well, zeal began to panic.

About a week had passed and zeal was growing desperate. His back up supplies had been completely empty for two days now.

So when zeal heard the familiar click of the front door closing, he nearly ran out to greet the human. Thankfully though, zeal had a sense of self preservation.

The borrower waited and watched as the human-who was notably NOT the old lady- moved boxes around and put stuff in different places.

With a sigh, Emiro dropped the last box on the floor. Finally, this unreasonably time-consuming process was done. Any longer and he’d have to find new arms.

But really, the mass of boxes was his fault, and his fault alone. Emiro had refused to give up a single item from his previous home—save for the fixed ones like the shelves. It didn’t help that he enjoyed collecting glass figurines, which took up three boxes alone.

He looked at the mess of cardboard around him. Just how long would it take to sort through it all? He sighed again.

For now, he had to focus on only setting up the necessary rooms in his new apartment. Emiro began to take out items for his bedroom, wondering how long this unpacking process would take him.

Zeal sighed in relief when he saw the human drop the oh so fimilliar styrofoam box of leftovers onto the counter. The borrower knew it was a risk to go out into the open with the human in the house, but the painful cramping sensation of his empty stomach was enough to make him loose that concern.

Zeal carefully climbed out from the back of the kitchen cupboard and made his way quietly to the Styrofoam box.

Using his glass shard knife, zeal cut open the seal keeping the lid closed. As the lardge box sprung open, zeal melted at the sight of fresh food, and upon touching it, to his delight, it was still warm.

Zeal waisted no time in shoving as many French fries as could fit into his little bag. Then he shakily raised one and bit into it, letting out a weak moan of joy at the burst of flavor. He choked down as much of it as he could, not even caring about the human anymore.

Finishing up the bedroom, Emiro checked the time. It was already 2pm, and he hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday. He decided it was time for a break anyway, and headed to the kitchen.

He reached into the bag of takeout and put a few boxes of styrofoam onto the counter. Earlier, he had gotten a burger, a salad, some fries, and a milkshake. He turned away to wash his hands at the sink.

But what he saw next felt entirely incomprehensible, unfathomable. What appeared to be a tiny boy was digging in to a singular fry.

His brain stopped. He was 18 years old, not 4. He knew fantasy from reality. So, why did he see something-well, more like someone-so physically impossible?

Was he hallucinating?

Emiro decided he needed a way to determine if he was dreaming or not. So he waited to see if the other party would notice him as well.

Zeal didn’t realize until it was too late that he had made a mistake. The house had gone quiet and zeal froze, fear gripping at the bane of his existence. As dread-and French fries- filled his stomach, the blonde borrower looked up.

What he was met with was his worst nightmare, the most terrifying being in existence. A being that could crush him with no effort. A being that-if angered- could be the death of zeal. A human being. And it was looking down at zeal, its cold eues meeting zeals terrified ones.

Zeal stepped back, dropping the fry as his heart thudded in his ears, his vision tunnling with panic and his breathing becoming fearful as he prepares to make a run for it

Seeing the boy’s reaction, Emiro felt pretty bad. Yeah, sure, the presumed person in front of him was probably smaller than a pen, but... the fear in his eyes was unmistakable.

Something in Emiro’s mind tugged at him. He was suddenly reminded of stories and films he had seen as a kid. “Borrowers.” Wasn’t that what they were called?

If the situation wasn’t so tense, he would’ve joked about the mistake this—assuming he was right—borrower had made. Yet, he knew this was obviously not the right time to do so. After all, Emiro realized, he probably looked to be the size of a building. A dangerous and unpredictable one, that is.

He quickly made a decision.

“Uh, hey, sorry this is so awkward. Feel free to just continue what you were doing—I’ll just be over here, keeping my distance, you know?”

Emiro cringed at his words. Was that really the best thing he could’ve said? He had no answer to that. All Emiro could do was hope that the boy saw that he wouldn’t hurt him, and that he was trying his best to navigate this situation.

Zeal didnt listen. The second the human opened its mouth to speak, zeal bolted. He ran frantically, his breathing erratic as he stumbled and tripped in a frantic escape. He knew he couldn’t climb back into the cupboard because he didn’t have time to use his hooks. He would need to hide in a place the human couldnt track.

Zeal dove beneath the recently unpacked toaster oven, his whole body moving with tense and frantic movements as he squirmed under the tight surface of the oven.

His breathing was streangled and gasping, his panic at the situation reaching full throttle. He had been seen. Oh-oh GODS HE HAD BEEN SEEN!! After 17 years of life, zeal had finally fucked up and gotten seen. If he wasn’t caught and killed, he would have to move, and that alone was a world of hurt.

Emiro sighed again. Great, he had a billion more boxes to unpack, another billion assignments, and now a terrified tiny-someone hiding under his toaster.

He felt like screaming. Who told him moving out of his parents’ place was a good idea? But before he cursed his luck, he remembered the fact that it was his own decision. Emiro smacked his face with both hands, hoping that this day would just end already.

He stopped himself from sighing again. If he didn’t resolve any of his problems, he would only be delaying dealing with them; eventually, he would have to face them, whether he was ready or not.

He went over his choices. Boxes? Nope. There were just too many, and he was too tired. Assignments? Nah, he didn’t feel motivated to finish them.

That left him with one choice. He had to figure out what to do with his new “roommate.” Emiro considered politely asking the boy to come out from under the toaster. That way, they could discuss how to proceed with this peculiar situation.

But he knew the probability of the boy actually coming out and talking to him was extremely low. So Emiro took the burger and milkshake, walking away from the kitchen counter and into his room.

Zeal let out a shaky sigh of relief as he watched the giant leave the room. He waited a good 15 minutes before crawling out of his hiding spot.

He internally prayed the human would just brush off his sighting as a hallucination. Zeal threw his hook up to the cupboard and as it latched onto the solid wood, a light clink of sound could be heard. Zeal tugged to insure the security of the rope before starting his climb upward. Zeal grunted weakly as he heaved himself between the doors of the cupboard.

As the borrower entered the dark empty cupboard, he heard the human recentering the kitchen. Startled, zeal bolted into the small crack that lead to his home.

He ran all the way back home dispite knowing the human wouldn’t be able to reach him. Only realizing after the fact that he had left his hook still attached to the cupboard door.

After liking one of his friend’s posts, Emiro let his phone fall out of his hand. It landed on his bed with a soft thud. Currently, an empty wrapper and cup were the only decorations on his desk.

Even though Emiro had finished eating 20 minutes ago, he still had no idea what he ought to do about the person who possibly lived in his walls; he had done some searching on miniature people and found stories like Gulliver’s Travel and Arriety, and many more original online novels and art. He took some time to admire the works and skills of others, knowing the time and effort creators put in (especially since he was one himself).

But Emiro didn’t need, nor want, this additional stress in his life. He decided that the first thing he should do was throw out his trash. Slipping his phone in his pocket, he got up, collected his trash, and went back to the kitchen.

Tossing the trash in the bin, he leaned against the counter and sighed for the hundredth time that day. Then something shiny on the cupboard caught his eye.

Emiro moved closer, inspecting the object; it seemed to be a tiny hook. Okay, he definitely wasn’t hallucinating. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind: What if he took the hook? Would that encourage—or almost force—communication between them?

He decided against it. There was no guarantee that this would work. Plus, it would be a risky choice. Emiro didn’t want to appear any more threatening than he already did.

In the end, he snapped a picture of the hook, and went back to his room. Maybe he would return to the kitchen later and see if he could coincidentally encounter his housemate again.

Zeal had decided against moving away for the moment. Though he still waited a few days before going to retrieve the hook from where it was lodged. After three days since he had been seen, zeal had run out of food, forcing him to muster up the courage to go try to borrow some from this chaotic human. Honestly it seemed as though the man had no schedule in the slightest. Zeal had listened through the walls until it was quiet and prayed silently that the human had finally left the house.

The borrower made his way into the pantry and groaned when the only kind of food the human had stored inside was a box of cereal. Zeal knew how hard it was to get both in and out of those boxes without making any noise or-in the worst case scenario- getting stuck in the ball pit like ocean of dried foods. Zeal prayed that the ladder didnt happen.

The borrower climbed to the shelf on top of the cereal and dropped down into the box. He opened the top of the box and…

OH FUCKING HELL!!

The human hadn’t bothered to even OPEN the freaking bag. Who opens the box but not the bag!?? Zeal knew that under normal circumstances he couldn’t open the bag because the human would suspect. But what the hell, hed already been seen, why not tear through the humans stuff as well!?

Zeal quietly sawed through the plastic and stepped into the bag. The air was grainy and tasted like crackers and honey. He opened his bag, trying his best to not shift himself too much, not wanting to sink into the cereal too much. Unfortunately fate (the writer) would have otherwise. Zeals stomach filled with dread as he shifted his weight onto one foot and promptly sunk to the middle of the pit of cereal. The borrower flailed helplessly as the light from the top slowly disappeared.

“Well isn’t this peachy” zeal groaned, hiding the fear that had a vice grip on him with painfully sarcastic comments. He tried his best to not move at all, not wanting to sink to the bottom and risk suffocation’. The borrower was already claustrophobic so this was absolutely hell to him.

[twisted-art-wounders]

He's got a good point.

[lawsuitarc]

HOLY SHIT THANK YOU YOU JUST SAVED ME FROM MUCH FURTHER CRINGING SI DIOS QUIERE. SPREADING THIS POST LIKE THE AIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a little tip for people who want to write a bit of spanish into their buddie fics:

querido = dear, not really common as a pet name nowadays unless you're like. a grandma

mi amor = my love, people also use just 'amor' and its probably the most common petname

other cute petnames in spanish include: mi cielo/cielito, mi vida, bebé, cariño (also used by older people), and others depending of the country, you can look that up.

boyfriend = novio, but there's a lot of different slang to mean that kind of relationship, look it up too.

do Not translate holy shit as 'santa mierda', that's not actually a thing! i've seen it too many times and. no. please.

fuck = joder, but it's more commonly used in spain than in latinoamerica. also since it's a verb it has conjugations and shit (ie. dont fuck with me = no me jodas, fucking sexy = jodidamente sexy). it can also be translated as 'maldito/a' depending on the context, like an insult (ie. fucking idiot = maldito idiota).

fuck as an exclamation of frustration can be translated to 'la concha de tu madre!' (your mother's cunt), conveys same feeling as screaming out 'fuck!' hkajsjsk used in various countries.

to fuck/have sex = coger, follar (also most common in spain but i've heard other latinos use it, not where i live though). there's a lot of slang in this too.

nieto = grandson yes, but abuelas dont really call you nieto all the time, they use petnames or nicknames(?) it's really common to have a special nickname only your family uses, like eddito in eddie's case. i would have her and pepa call him eddito instead of nieto or sobrino (nephew)

gringo = person from europe/usa. or just mostly white and/or blond people. can be used as a descriptor or as an insult, it really does depend on context and intention. my abuela calls my boyfriend gringo as a nickname, because he has light colored hair and eyes, but it's not mean-spirited, it's like, with love haha.

other phrases abuelas use: ay virgencita! (refering to the virgin mary, exclamation), señor dame paciencia/fuerza (lord give me patience/strenght, it's literally this 🙄 feeling for grandmas), ay dios mío señor (oh lord, oh my god).

on that note, it's more common to say 'dios mio' or 'ay dios' than just 'dios', when trying to translate 'god/oh god', as an exasperated exclamation or in smut.

that's all i can remember for now! pls latinx side of the 911 fandom add whatever you might find useful. i'm really tired of seeing people butchering the language because they only use GT and dont bother to check it it's right.

[sweetcherrybmb]

Toto Wolff with wife reader. Doing a hot lap and him being concerned about her driving because usually he's the one who drives. Fluff and fun. Maybe suggestive 🫣 Thanks!! :))

WHY DO YOU THINK IT TOOK ME SO LONG?// TW \\ one-shot

pairing: Toto Wolff x wife!reader

description: Someone else sits behind the ˝Hot Lap˝ wheel...

word count: 464 words

warnings: none, a smidge suggestive, toto doesn't trust your driving abilities

Usually, it's an F1 driver that drives a Hot Lap. Yet, here you were, getting into the driver's seat of a Mercedes AMG-GT for the first time. Your husband, Toto, already sat in the passenger seat, laughing at you.

You hated driving. It was the most annoying part of your day. No, you didn't hate the act itself. You hated the slowness and shitty people on the road. So when Lewis and George practically forced you to do a Hot Lap, you weren't expecting you'd be driving the Supercar.

˝You alright, schatzi?˝ Toto asked as you buckled your seatbelt. ˝ I know you hate driving...¨ He continued. The statement made you giggle.

˝I hate the slowness of everyday driving... But this...˝ You say with a smirk, pushing your foot down on the pedal. The car revs and Toto's eyes widened. ˝... is more my style.˝

The car lunged forward, your hands controlling the steering wheel. Toto gripped anything he could, looking over at you.

˝What do you mean by this is your style?˝ His eyes widened. ˝Watch the turns, love!˝

˝Don't worry, I got my eyes on the road!˝ You giggle, expertly avoiding hitting a wall. ˝I wanted to be an F1 driver, ya know?˝ He looks over again, smiling at you.

˝Ja? I can see that... Maybe I should put in next season...˝ He laughs, making you smile.

˝I'll win you the championship, love!˝ You laugh, making another turn, making Toto lean towards you. He laughs and sits up properly in the seat.

˝I'm looking forward to it!... Watch out!˝ He screams, making you turn suddenly. You grunted.

˝Stop yelling! I know what I'm doing!˝ You purposefully swerve the car, making Toto panic and grab anything he could. You laugh and he huffs. ˝How about... I try to donut˝

˝ABSOLUTELY NOT!˝ Toto screams as you already start turning the steering wheel.

˝Too late!˝ You giggle, turning the car in circles. Toto begins to hyperventilate and you laugh at him again. Slowly, you bring the car on a straight trajectory.

˝You are an idiot! We could have crashed!˝ He screamed as the car came to a stop.

˝But we didn't...˝ You step out, taking the helmet off your head. He follows you, rounding the car to get to your side.

˝This only solidified the fact I'll be driving from now on. I'm not getting in the car if you're driving!˝ He said, making you laugh.

˝But you'll let me ride?˝ You say with a smirk, wiggling your brows. He rolls his eyes and walks faster. ˝Hey!˝ You run to catch up with him.

After a few secounds of silence, you decide to speak.

˝Can I ask you something, love?˝ You ask and he hums. ˝Why do you think I failed my driving test so many times?˝ You ask with a smirk, making Toto turn to you with wide eyes.

˝That's it! I'm not letting you drive anymore!˝ 

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[everythingne]

double dealing /ˌdəbəlˈdēliNG/

( noun. ) the practice of working to people's disadvantage behind their backs.

formula racing is luxurious and lucrative, everyone knows that.

but what most people don't know about is the secret races that are bet on with hand signals and whispers over radios in the dark. the double dealing. somehow, you have fallen right in.

(formula one x reader, street racers au. masterlist.)

masterlist !

general warnings for this series: kinda basing this off of the fast and furious series, there is mentions of drugs/weapons trafficking, sabotage, car accidents and more. each fic in the au will be individually tagged with its warnings.

notes from nicole: pls send in a dm or comment asking to be put on the taglist, and really don't hesitate to throw in an ask for a fic of certain driver in this series! i've been slowly building this up behind the scenes for a bit and would love to have y'all help build the world with me.

also i spent so long figuring out everyones cars. help.

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max verstappen - 1 known as the lion, drives a 1999 Subaru WRX. sergio perez - 11 known as checkers, drives a 2013 Toyota 86. george russell - 63 known as shades, drives 2000 Porsche Boxster. lewis hamilton - 44 known as sir, drives a 1996 Subaru Impreza. charles leclerc - 16 known as predestined, drives a 2018 Porsche 911 GT3. carlos sainz - 55 known as operator, drives a 1998 Ferrari F355. oscar piastri - 81 known as goss(ip), drives a 2000 Toyota Supra MK IV. lando norris - 4 known as hotshot, drives a 2001 Honda S2000. lance stroll - 18 known as payday, drives a 2016 Porsche Cayman GT4. fernando alonso - 14 known as the godfather, currently not driving. oversees operations. esteban ocon - 31 known as bestie, drives a 1997 Chevrolet Corvette. pierre gasly - 10 known as jj, drives a 1968 Plymouth Road Runner. alexander albon - 23 known as smokey, drives a 1970 Pontiac LeMans. logan sargeant - 2 known as bandit, drives a 2002 Pontiac Firebird. daniel ricciardo - 3 known as badger, drives a Nissan Skyline GT-R R33. yuki tsunoda - 22 known as insid(ious), drives a 1998 Mazda RX-7 valtteri bottas - 77 known as mullet, not currently driving. handles crowd control. zhou guanyu - 24 known as assassin, drives a 2015 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution. kevin magnussen - 20 known as papa bear, currently not driving. handles bet pools. nico hulkenberg - 27 known as the hulk, currently not driving. scouts locations for races.