#i fear i'm obsessed with making these now

[chock-and-bates]

I’m so obsessed with Roar of the fire. It’s already everything I’ve dreamt of from a fic, so thank you!! Now please excuse my rambling, but my brain is just running on only Roar of the fire.

I’m in love with just how obsessed Max is, and also obsessed with just how this engagement must look from the outside. He has destroyed so many kingdoms and people probably expected the same with Ferrari, but then the news comes out that he is engaged and that Ferrari is frankly thriving compared to other kingdoms that Max defeated. These people must be so annoyed.

And Charles, omg, almost every noblewoman or nobleman would probably be delighted to become queen/king instead of simply being a concubine, but he seems like it is a great burden.

Also for their wedding, would Charles wear white? Or another pale colour? Because after reading through your snippets here and chapter 1, it seems max enjoys Charles’ fire and passion, so in my head he would enjoy Charles in dark red colours. Something to symbolise the fire in Charles. But, Charles dressed in white or soft and pale colours, just being the picture of an angelic figure, of a soft wife who bends to his husband. I wonder which one Max would go most feral for??

Ahhh, I’m so excited!!! Can’t wait!!

thank you, love!!! beyond happy you're excited for this <3

yes, the realm is stunned at this new development, even his own council is. everyone is going to try to make sense of it, so the only conclusion that most of them can come to is that this has to be about the prophecy- that max believes in it and wants to secure power for his bloodline.

and yes! we will see this is the next chapter but charles is actually going to be even more distraught at the idea of being max's wife vs a concubine. it's basically his worst fear, he literally considered joining the church to avoid something like this. but now it's too late and max is going to own him completely.

for the dress question, Charles will be wearing red to symbolize Ferrari and his status as a war prize!! (history tidbit- white didn't become the de facto wedding dress color in the west until after Queen Victoria's wedding (sorry, i'm an annoying about history)) And yes, it will drive Max feral.

but don't worry, Max also gets to see Charles laid up in a bed full of white linens later that night, looking like a sweet, terrified little angel delivered to him on a cloud. all of his dreams come true 🤭

[we-love-lando-norris-over-here]

Phew, okay. Sorry in advance, this is gonna be a bit gossip-y. BUT. I'm reading your asks regarding Max not fearing Oscar, and just saw Charles apparently saying he hates Piastri 😭😭good for you babe😭, then we have the rookies giving Lando heart eyes a few weeks ago. Also, Max just seemed so much more smiley post-quali with Lando, than you know who.

So I'm wondering, do we have like, evidence of the drivers on the grid blatantly disliking Oscar? Cause I know they like/love Lando, and that he gets along with pretty much everyone, but also he just seems like a very very lovable bloke, so that's no surprise. But do we have instances of the drivers being weird about Piastri?

Cause, I will be honest, at first when I joined I did not like his vibe. Like, first glance, first time hearing him, I was like yeah, no, not my cup of tea. Then I went okay...maybe he isn't that bad. Just a guy who wants to win. And then that went back to dislike very fast cause eh, there's unfortunately not much to like about him. Even if what he is is all PR, everytime it slips it's just not very likeable, is it.

Also, and this might sound weird, but this is just my theory. Whenever Lando and Oscar are put together for whatever content, I get the feeling that while there could be some genuine smiles and laughs, Lando is there to get the job done, but I think Oscar has a thing for him. And not in a weird romantic way, god no, but..idk how to explain it. There's something. Like, I don't think you can fake certain stares, and he looks at Lando like he is dying to have his approval? Or his attention? I feel like he knows he's shit compared to him, and he seems a bit obsessed, in a sad way. (Now I hope this doesn't come across as me being pro-piastri, cause not at all, fuck him, I just don't know how to put my thoughts into words, sorry..)

Do you ever wonder if things could have been different if it wasn't to this awful mistreatment?

No worries at all, you're good, and honestly? You’re not wrong.

The thing is, drivers won’t outright say “I don’t vibe with Oscar.” It’s F1. That would become the headline. So they play it smart. You watch who hangs out outside the paddock, who jokes around, who posts what. Lando? He flies with Max (or did? Idk anymore), goes to dinner with Carlos, had dinner with Franco & his manager, plays paddle with George and Alex, texted Gabi to congratulate him (all things the other drivers have said about Lando). Oscar? Basically nowhere to be seen unless it's with Lando, who, by the way, literally called him a colleague/teammate. Not a friend.

So do the drivers dislike him? Can’t say for sure. But they definitely don’t choose to spend time with him.

Also, I feel you. I started off liking Oscar too (ugh, I know). First impression? Seemed driven. But it wears off fast once you notice how manufactured everything is. Down to his reactions on the radio. Everything about him screams “scripted for PR.” And when it slips, it’s not great.

That “looks at Lando like he needs his approval” thing? I see it. But I don’t think it’s deep. I think it’s desperation. He wants Lando’s shine, not his friendship. Because Lando’s just...Lando. No PR mask. Loved by fans, respected by drivers, and always himself. That eats Oscar alive, especially when he’s had every advantage and still can’t get the same reaction.

As for the “what ifs”? Honestly, even without the sabotage, Lando wouldn’t be friends with him. Their values don’t align. Oscar surrounds himself with people who make it very clear who they are, and Lando’s not going to sit at that table.

TLDR: You’re not imagining the vibes. They’re real. And Oscar’s biggest problem? He knows it too.

[bayntons]

VIKTOR + tumblr text posts

[parawhore-mp3]

[starlingfawn]

artfight...

[softquietsteadylove]

Arranged marriage au. First kiss between them. It starts of sweet and gentle and then 5 mins later they are *heavily* making out. It doesn’t really go further for now, bc Thena is still working through her fear of men I think, but yeah. Please make this so fluffy that I could use it as a pillow. I hope you enjoy your day, you are a wonderful writer and I love reading your work ❤️

Thena liked coffee. Maybe he had always just assumed she preferred tea being a Brit and all. But Thena actually preferred to start her morning with a good amount of caffeine.

She did the whole thing, too--clasped the mug with both hands and sipped it gently still in her robe. It seemed to really bring her some peace to start the day that way. It was cute.

Gil lingered in the doorway leading out to the living room, which would put him in direct sight of the kitchen. He didn't want to disturb her morning routine yet. She didn't have any classes today, so she was probably enjoying the start to a day off for her. And she just looked so pretty, morning softness in her skin, bleary eyes, blonde hair all wavy around her shoulders.

"Hm," Thena sighed aloud after getting her first deep sip. She hadn't even emerged from her room for coffee in her first weeks living here. Either she had restrained herself or she secretly had a coffee maker in her room that he didn't know about. "Gil?"

Caught. He chuckled, coming out of his hiding place and ruffling his bed head. "Why do you look like that when you first wake up and I look like I just got out of the ring?"

Thena puffed through her nose at his joke. Even her sense of humour needed to be warmed up slowly, but she didn't tell him to shut up, either. "Sleep well?"

"Not bad," he acknowledged, although it wasn't a restful sleep and more sheer exhaustion. He looked down at his hands, making sure they weren't showing too much signs of use after his late work day yesterday. "You?"

"Hm," she purred, smiling into her coffee again. "Quite."

Gil accepted the brief answer. He moved around the kitchen island. "Any left for me?"

Thena moved out of the way of her precious coffee to allow him some.

"Thanks." He had been surprised initially, assuming she would prefer a coffee pod machine, maybe a fancy espresso machine that could make cappuccinos and lattes at home.

But Thena, being Thena, didn't know how to work them. She'd had a simple, old coffee maker at home, so that was all she wanted here, too. He at least sprang for the finest beans, but if it had more than four buttons, Thena would end up asking him how to use the damn thing anyway.

She still hadn't figured out the blender.

"Work?"

"Unfortunately," he chuckled as he poured and then immediately took a swig of the steaming hot liquid. "That an invitation to stay home?"

Thena feigned a shrug. "You do whatever you want, I'll be enjoying my day off. I would have thought as a crime boss if you wanted a day off you simply...could."

Unfortunately Gil thought of it as being the other way around. Crime waited for no man, and such. And most of all, half of what he really did was putting out fire after fire. Goons could handle administration, even turf wars. But the Boss handled emergencies.

"I wish, sweetheart," he sighed a little into his cup too. He looked over at her, leaning over the island, cradling her coffee like it was part of her dragon's hoard. "You enjoy--want me to bring back something for dinner?"

Thena visibly considered it. His eyes travelled down to her bare feet on the smooth tiles of the floor (with in-floor heating so she wouldn't get cold, of course). "That could be nice."

"Done," he nodded, finishing his cup. "Text me anything you're craving, or I'll just bring home something I know you like."

Thena said nothing, tilting her head at him with this funny grin on those lips of hers. She had no idea how alluring she looked as her hair slipping off her shoulder and swayed for a second. It found a home against the slope of her cleavage.

Gil looked down into his empty cup so as not to admire his wife's beauty a little too much.

"You like all this domesticity," Thena surmised, maybe even accused, grin and all. "Is that why you purchased a wife?"

He scowled; he didn't like it when she referred to their arrangement as a transaction. But she corrected, standing up to her full height and sliding closer to him against the edge of the counter.

"You know what I mean," she allowed.

But he had to admit, she had a point. He did like someone to come home to, and someone to see him off in the mornings like this was doubly nice. "I guess it's kind of nice to not just be me and the birds in the morning."

Thena laughed gently, but all he could see was the way her hair got a little caught against her earring. He reached out and she didn't move away, allowing him to loosen it for her. This particular lock joined its comrade resting against her shoulder.

He kissed her cheek first. It was affection she had been receptive to before, and he didn't want to push her too hard. But she turned her cheek toward him, maybe even leaned into it. Call him a romantic at heart, but there was something nice about kissing his wife in the morning.

"You'll-"

Thena turned her head as he leaned in again. He managed to avoid accidental contact, but they were completely nose to nose, eyes darting around each other's faces. Her lips were faintly pursed, held open mid-sentence.

Gil closed his eyes. Whatever was about to happen, it had to be up to Thena.

Mercifully, she leaned in first. Their lips pressed together in a brief and almost innocent way. It wasn't necessarily their first kiss, but it felt like it was. Gil moved his hands to her cheeks, tilting her head just so.

Thena moved closer to him, her hands finding a home on his chest. He slept in minimal clothing but he had mustered the effort to put a shirt on before coming downstairs. Her fingers pressed into the organic cotton fabric.

He pulled back, hovering closer to her lips. "Is this okay?"

He heard her swallow, and the idea of her having some butterflies charmed him. He peeked down between them, although her breasts obstructed some of the view. He saw her toes curl faintly and smiled.

"Hm."

Thena leaned in again. Their lips moved together more and more naturally, and she really wasn't a half bad kisser, all things considered. Their lips kept meeting like waves against a shore, and soon her hands were sliding up his shoulders to lock behind his neck.

His hands slid down to her waist, leaning forward. She was so soft, and she fit against him like he had sculpted her and wished her to life. And what a work of art she was.

Thena moaned.

It was soft and quiet, like the rest of their morning so far. But the cute, sexy little sound did something to him. It made him want more. He leaned in even more, pinning her between the counter and him. He put his hand against the edge so it wouldn't dig into her back, which arched naturally.

It brought her further away and yet she pulled him with her, just as eager to keep going. Their tongues met tentatively at first, but then more and more eagerly. Soon she was taking in breath sharply between each stroke of her tongue seeking his.

Gil groaned. It wasn't quite as melodic as hers. He sounded like a desperate man finally graced with the softness of touch, in his opinion. His brain shut out the rest of his day--and everything else around them for that matter. He was just a man trying to kiss his wife.

"Gil."

Fuck, if she knew what she did to him. Well, he didn't want her to know. But her breasts pushed against his chest, letting him feel how full and soft they were. Her knee bent against his and in reply his bent, landing between her legs until he realised it was the muscle of her inner thigh against it.

Thena pulled back, eyes wide. The softness of the slow morning had left her, her eyes sharp and her breathing heavy. Her skin had an enticing flush to it, even extending into her pillar of a neck. Her hands left him as if she had been too close to putting her hands on a hot pan. "S-Sorry... "

Gil swallowed down the desire raging inside of him. He moved carefully, extracting himself from her. This wasn't for the sake of a horned up old mob boss like him finally getting some ass. "No--no, don't be sorry. I'm sorry."

Thena's jaw bobbed but no sound came out. She was rooted to the spot, although something dawned on her and she darted her eyes away. Her robe had parted, but she tugged the hem of her nightdress down over those legs of hers.

Those legs of hers would be the death of him.

Gil pushed his mug away from the edge and turned. "I'll get ready for work. Think about what you want for dinner. Just text me if you wan anything."

He just barely peeked over his shoulder at her. She was still wrapping her head around what had just happened. He would find it cute if his brain weren't so aggressively consumed with what had just happened. He didn't want to be a man desperate and howling for his wife after one kiss, and yet here he was. But he was still looking forward to coming home to her later.

[iniziare]

Sometimes, I know it looks like I'm not active, but I swear I am— it's called doing pages, and sending asks behind the scenes. I'm productive, I swear.

But also, another really good day. My French ID finally came in today, I collected it, signed my job offer. It's in their hands now, I'm going to Greece! Well, let's wait until I have my plane ticket, but I'm going to Greece!!!

[blizzardfluffykpop]

i fear everyone needs to know i'm a big nerd- bc oh my god- the new doctor who episodes are sosoosos good- the way we met a new god- and they brought the mimic back is just!!! I'M SO EXCITED- i need to catch up on the past couple of eras- but- seeing the newest episodes has me !!!!!

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Mrs. and Mr. Emma Frost!

(Reference under the cut)

[beevean]

🌻 (maybe something you haven't really had a chance to bring up here, but want to talk about regardless?)

nah, sometimes I feel like a NPC who has exhausted the whole conversation tree lol. I don't know what to say anymore unless prompted.

I guess I've been thinking about how much you can glimpse about someone from their art, especially writing

I know it's not a 1:1 thing, it's not a "if you like writing whump you're a violent person IRL" situation lmao. But I've been thinking about how I'm afraid my writing is growing stale - maybe not in style, at least I hope not, but how I get obsessed over a few concepts and I keep recyclying them because I love thinking about them and elaborating them, even though that makes my writing even more niche

so it's like. why do i like it? does it say anything about me? or it's just not that deep and has the same value as liking chocolate ice cream?

Maybe it's just discourse that makes me a bit nervous about being judged. And I never even went full unhinged on main :^)

[gamebunny-advance]

Hmhm~

It finally happened. I finally have a conventionally attractive anime(esque) boy that I can fawn over.

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

Maybe it's just because my DM once asked me (as a joking threat) where Wyn's brother was buried, but I keep having this terrible suspicion now that we're finally heading towards our dinner date with the Countess that she might have sent someone to fetch his remains. Like, we know for a fact that at least one of the Viscountesses is able to reanimate the dead. Strahd has made it known that she's at least somewhat aware of Wyn's history. And Wyn has outright said that one of her big fears is dying in Barovia where not only would she be unable to rest, but she wouldn't even be able to be with the people she cares about in that unrest.

What a kind gesture from the Countess, then, to bring one of them here in order to assuage that fear?

[jaguarys]

3 and 11! (I share my Itachi thoughts and you share yours like we're in a socratic seminar)

3. were naruto's intentions with sasuke selfish?

HM. I think it depends on the ways in which you interpret... being selfish. In some ways, I think so. I think Naruto is very possessive about 'his' people, and because Sasuke is one of them that can supersede Sasuke's own volition because Naruto is nothing if not a little dense and also stubbornness condensed into human shape.

I think there's certainly something to be said about quite literally fighting someone to try to bring them 'home' against their will, but I also don't think that's unique or special to Naruto (as it's moreso something to be said about Shinobi as a whole), and it's also just to do with the genre itself.

But also... I don't think 'selfish' is the right word. He's a kid doing what he thinks is right against another kid who's doing what he thinks is right, and both of them are selfish, and both of them are also just kids.

Is trying to help someone against their will selfish? Maybe. Is caring about someone against their will selfish? Maybe. Or maybe it's just human nature. Who knows!

11. is Itachi a martyr, a victim, or a perpetrator?

I'm happy to get to answer this one 'cause I always have thoughts on Itachi! Ultimately... Multiple? All?

I don't think it can be argued that Itachi isn't a perpetrator. No matter his intentions, or how you view his story, what he does is incredible and unnecessary violence. That's just... how it is. Doesn't mean there isn't more to it, but that can't be denied.

All the same, he was absolutely a victim in my eyes. I honestly think no matter how you cut it "being convinced your only option is to kill everyone you care about (sans brother)" is uh. Fucked. Especially when you're a kid. I just really don't think there's a way around that, especially when we have lots of evidence of how manipulative Danzō is. I truly think he was doing what he thought was right.

However. That doesn't mean he's not Really Fucking Wrong. For everything. All the time. And that doesn't absolve him of anything. Just because you don't see any other way out doesn't mean there isn't. I think there can be a difference between being wrong and being entirely to blame, especially When You're Twelve And Brainwashed.

Of course... there's also a matter of growth. Personally I think Itachi just went I Do Not See about everything once he left Konoha because he quite literally couldn't take the fact that what he'd done was for nothing. And so he just dug his heels in and decided not to reflect for even a moment.

And uh. Growing is really what makes you something other than a perpetrator. And he refused.

[araneitela]

Me: Talks about the significance and intimacy (not automatically romantic, folks, but also there's an inherent romanticism) of hands, and touch and who you let into that space of comfort. Pinterest: Did you say hands? Here, we've adjusted your home feed you so that you. cannot. possibly. escape. them. you're. welcome. Me: I just wanted— what did I want, again?

... Did I end up rambling about anything but hands in my tags? Yes. Welcome to me, this is what you sign up for. Not my portrayal, not my writing, my tag rambles.

[here-be-misfit]

Can't sleep because i was yet again too weak not to go through the certain tag on my tumblr. Ah i feel myself slipping.... I need someone or something to get me back on track again 🥺🥺🥺

[icannotgetoverbirds]

the horrors persist but so do i

i was trying to make a meme but i fucked up the audio layering and