#i went for free-associating

[beatriceportinari]

Another year, another outfit to die in! Happy birthday again Izuna!!!!!!

Like last year, I played with someone else's lines for these charming patterns, thank you so much Lena @elhnrt ! I had a ton of fun :D

Check the readmore for pattern references and explanations, there are some easter eggs in there :)

(x,x,x,x)

My goal for this piece, in addition to playing with patterns and textures and adding some Naruto references, was to add as many death flags as possible.

The idea of having Izuna in a fireman's coat is obviously not from me. I've always like the idea of Uchihas in fire resistant clothes, and the opportunity for a thick texture alongside a reversible double pattern is very appealing. I used the image of the second reference as a base, with skulls on one side and stylized lightning patterns on the other (visible inside the sleeves and collar). Both were common immagery of firemen coats.

The actual skull pattern is taken from the third reference. I'd seen this one before and before even learning anything abt it it was too beautiful to pass up. Those white and navy gradients are absolutely delightful and I enjoyed using my gel pens for them very much.... This particular type of imagery with skulls and bones in a field is called Nozarashi, inspired by Buddhist representation of death and transience.

The lightning pattern itself is a reference to water and lightning dragons :) Like Tobirama's iconic jutsu, it's one of the hints of what's abt to happen to our little guy. The scabbard is also decorated with dragon motifs for the same reason.

The background pattern is taken from the first reference, another fireman's coat with an illustration of Raijin, the thunder god. He is often representated with drums decorated with tomoes. It works nicely as a standard looking sharingan illustration, with a reference to Tobirama's hiraishingiris with the thunder imagery, like the thunder patterns inside the coat.

If you're interested in this I recommend the book linked in the second reference! It is entirely about skeleton motifs in japanese clothing of the early 20th century.

[ruvviks]

The Dobrynin family is a corpo family through and through, rooted in Arasaka and Orbital Air going back by several generations; though their powerful position within the corporate world ends with the children of Nadya and Matvey Dobrynin. With Vitali and Daniil fired from Arasaka and Kang Tao respectively— the former indirectly getting his parents fired, too— and Roksana having refused to set foot within a megacorporation from the start, the family begins crumbling apart at the very seams when clashing interests lead to grudges, betrayal, and pointless acts of revenge. ↳ read the unrevised fic here if you're interested!

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[avemstella]

And I told you one day you will see, that I'll be back I guarantee And that hell's coming, hell's coming Hell, hell's coming with me

- Poor Man's Poison

Egeriaaaaaaaa... I have so many thoughts about u that are probably going to be super wrong, but for the moment I can live in my Delusions of u being a morally... bankrupt questionable queen (also all my Furina headcanons).

though that new egeria lore via fontaine wings does mention her committing sins so I heeeeyyyyyy

[moodycarcass]

i feel like one of these days im gonna get badly yelled at an adopt designer for taking the "you can change the design to your liking" blurbs too literally

[xxswagcorexx]

!!!!

Fallen angel Ash + Red??????? do tell :D

OKAYYYY i've already Established red and ash in the last ask so. let's talk abt their dynamic as fallen angels shall we? ^_^ (ramble under the cut)

so the dichotomy between then is that red accidentally became a fallen angel while ash intentionally fell from heaven. although both of them have themes of free will, the way free will plays into their fall from grace is vastly different. red used free will and had a consequence that was Much Harsher than ash, who knew exactly what is gonna happen when he fell (and he wasn't really a big fan of angelhood anyways)

also on top of that, red mourning his angelhood while ash just. simply cant understand is sooo. yeah. red and religious trauma. (he has so much of that oh my god) . and also red not understanding ash's willingness to rebel intentionally. insert thing about their ideologies being Directly opposed here bc ash thinks red isn't living his best life for being so willing to submit himself to a higher power. Yeah

but the thing is. even though they're fallen angels for vastly different reasons, they're still the closest thing they have to understanding each other. because whether they like it or not, they're still in the same place. after everything. so an arc where they reluctantly accept each other and talk about fallen angel stuff would go so hard i think. (also add them working out their feelings together and *chefs kiss* i loveeee that trope sm)

and maybe. once they work things out and realize they only have each other, they can have hope that things will be better. because they have each other. they might not understand the other all of the time, but from what they understand, they can forge something between the others. and maybe from that, they can realize they can survive this new and cruel world they find themselves in (also yes this is another paradise lost parallel. guess what story sparked my idea for this /silly)

(^ also that one is inspired by the ending of paradise lost where micheal [non fallen angel] talks to adam and tells him to story of jesus and how there won't be a battle against satan and how jesus [adam's future son] will be hurt and killed instead. but even as adam hears that, he still has hope things will be better. even if everything is horrible rn. he still has hope because he was made in gods image. and its a wonderful parallel to an earlier scene where satan is sitting in the garden of eden and crying at all of the grace and beauty of it and yet he doesn't feel better because he's so full of hatred and spite. that has nothing to do with the hc its just one of the coolest things in paradise lost i think . )

anyways yeah they make me. very jksdnsdjkgnsgnsdgmns. ty for the ask anon i appreciate it! <3

[tigerbears]

Interesting fact about myself, I used to be an Elon Musk fan.

(Special emphasis on the words USED TO BE! Please put down your pitchforks I'm about to explain why he's terrible after explaining why I used to like him. Most of the time was back when I thought i was cis, straight, and a man and not trans, gay, and a women.)

I haven't really said this before on my blog, but I'm a huge space nerd. Reusable rockets like the Falcon 9 are cool, it saves millions of dollars in costs because you don't have to make a new rocket every single time you want to send something to space.

You know, one step closer to the cool outer space future that totally should be in the hands of a completely sane person who wont waste tens of billions of dollars on a social media website, and then proceed to make terrible decision after terrible decision running said website.

So like 5 to 10 years ago I was like "ooo rocket cool Elon Musk own rocket therefor Elon Musk cool" (even though the idea was likely thought up by some un-credited rocket scientist or something and their the real cool one instead of Elon idk.)

Anyway, fast forward a few years, a few things change (like realizing I'm a girl) and then I hear people talking about how "Elon Musk claims that CIS and CISGENDER are SLURS on Twitter"

My first thought was "ok that cant be real. That's too stupid to be real I'm going to fact check this and see that it's—"

Then I find his tweet and its real; then I see him replying and agreeing with a TERF account which claimed that the word 'cis' was created by a pedophile in the 90s, even though cis in a trans context didn't originate with that dude (and could be dated possibly way earlier then the 90s), and the word outside of a trans-context is OVER 2000 YEARS OLD, DATING BACK TO ANCIENT ROMAN LATIN!

Cis literally is just the opposite of trans because that's how the prefix was used in ancient Latin! Trans means "on the other side" while cis means "on this side" and is not just used in a transgender context. (E.G, trans-continental ballistic missiles are not transgender.)

This is why I'm planning to never make a twitter account as long as the Muskrat is in charge. (just like facebook because I dont want them to get my info!)

Got a question to any trans ex-harry potter fans, did you feel the same way when Rowling went mask off on her TERFness? Kind of feel like this is the trans space nerd equivalent of that.

[waterfall-ambience]

what if i made luna's consciousness take on a liquid form. what then.

[orbiting-star]

I just spent the last 2 hours reading and fact checking the new Born Free article about big cats in zoos and my conclusion is: Born Free are full of shit

[redgoldsparks]

My very last comic for The Nib! End of an era! Transcription below the cut. instagram / patreon / portfolio / etsy / my book / redbubble

The first event I went to with GENDER QUEER was in NYC in 2019 at the Javits Center.

So many of the people who came to my signing were librarians, and so many of them said the same thing: "I know exactly who I want to give this to!" Maia: "Thank you for helping readers find my book!" While working on the book, I was genuinely unsure if anyone outside of my family and close friends would read it. But the early support of librarians and two American Library Association awards helped sell two print runs in first year.

Since then, GENDER QUEER been published in 8 languages, with more on the way: Spanish, Czech, Polish, French, Italian, Norwegian, Portugese and Dutch.

It has also been the most banned book in the United States for the past two years. The American Library Association has tracked an astronomical increase in book challenges over the past few years. Most of these challenges are to books with diverse characters and LGBTQ themes. These challenges are coming unevenly across the US, in a pattern that mirrors the legislative attacks on LGBTQ people. The Brooklyn Public Library offered free eCards to anyone in the US aged 13-21, in an effort to make banned books more available to young readers. A teacher in Norman, Oklahoma gave her students the QR code for the free eCard and lost her job. Summer Boismeir is now working for the Brooklyn Public Library. Hoopla and Libby/Overdrive, apps used to access digital library books, are now banned in Mississippi to anyone under 18. Some libraries won’t allow anyone under 18 to get any kind of library card without parental permission. When librarians in Jamestown, Michigan refused to remove GENDER QUEER and several other books, the citizens of the town voted down the library’s funding in the fall 2022 election. Without funding, the library is due to close in mid-2024. My first event since covid hit was the American Library Association conference in June 2022 in Washington, DC. Once again, the librarians in my signing line all had similar stories for me: “Your book was challenged in our district" "It was returned to the shelf!" "It was removed from the shelf..." "It was moved to the adult section."

Over and over I said: "Thank you. Thank you for working so hard to keep my book in your library. I’m sorry you had to defend it, but thank you for trying, even if it didn't work." We are at a crossroads of freedom of speech and censorship. The future of libraries, both publicly funded and in schools, are at stake. This is massively impacting the daily lives of librarians, teachers, students, booksellers, and authors around the country. In May 2023, I read an article from the Washington Post analyzing nearly 1000 of the book challenges from the 2021-2022 school year. I was literally on route to a festival to talk about book bans when I read a startling statistic. 60% of the 1000 book challenges were submitted by just 11 people. One man alone was responsible for 92 challenges. These 11 people seem to have made submitting copy-cat book challenges their full-time hobby and their opinions are having an outsized ripple effect across the nation. WE NEED TO MAKE THE VOICES SUPPORTING DIVERSE BOOKS AND OPPOSING BOOK BANS EVEN LOUDER. If you are able too, show up for your library and school board meetings when book challenges are debated. Send supportive comments and emails about the Pride book display and Drag Queen story hours. If you see a display you like– for Banned Book Week, AAPI Month, Black History Month, Disability Awareness Month, Jewish holidays, Trans Day of Remembrance– compliment a librarian! Make sure they feel the love stronger than the hate <3

Maia Kobabe, 2023

The Nib

[thoughtportal]

This is a developing news story and may be updated as more information is obtained. If you value such information, please support this Substack.

On Dec. 1, a woman immolated herself with a Palestinian flag outside the Israeli consulate in Atlanta.

Now, according to the Atlanta Fire Rescue Department, the woman — referred to in their report as “Jane Doe” — is alive and “in stable condition” at Grady Memorial Hospital, where she has been since the immolation.

After repeated requests for her name, the department stated to this reporter in an email that it “does not disclose the identities of victims”. Repeated inquiries to Grady, which is a public hospital, went unanswered. The hospital houses the Walter L. Ingram Burn Center.

“Jane Doe” is 27.

When asked if they had made any comment to tell the public that she was still alive this entire time, the official at Atlanta Fire Rescue Department said they “shared the last updated with local media via email on 12/21/23. The release stated: ‘The victim remains hospitalized in critical condition. The security guard, who attempted to assist the burn victim, has been released from the hospital.’” Several internet searches on that quote produce no results. This would also indicate that "Jane Doe" went from critical to stable condition without public notice. 

Aaron Bushnell immolated himself at the Israeli embassy in Washington, D.C. on Sunday, explaining “I will no longer be complicit in genocide” and shouting “Free Palestine!” repeatedly as he burned alive. So, his case — unlike many other self-immolations including Gregory Levey, Raymond Moules, Timothy T. Brown, Malachi Ritscher and others — has received some attention. Thus, “Jane Doe” being ignored fits with the usual pattern. Bushnell is the exception — probably because he livestreamed it. See “Ignoring Immolators Lulls the Society to Sleep.”

As Bushnell was burning himself alive, an officer pointed a gun at him, barking orders as if he constituted a threat. A security guard, Michael Harris, sustained injuries working to rescue “Jane Doe” — but there were similarities, where she was actually viewed as a potential threat.

At one point, the police report for “Jane Doe” refers to it as being a case of “arson”.

Much of the media coverage and general discussion of her self-immolation in December focused on if she had done damage. The Atlanta Police Chief said: “We believe this building remains safe, and we do not see any threat here.” The Israeli government released a statement: “It is tragic to see the hate and incitement toward Israel expressed in such a horrific way.”

Police records indicate that they obtained a search warrant and entered an apartment they believed to be associated with “Jane Doe” — initially using a drone:

The drone was able to relay information as to the layout and the belongings inside. After it was deemed "safe" entry was made with bomb technicians. While clearing the apartment no improvised explosive devices were located.

The police report also noted:

During the search a Quran was found in the bedroom along with a [sic] Arabic dictionary and a Hebrew dictionary. The bedroom bookshelf contained books related to fiction and fantasy. A "Drug use for grown ups" book was on the bookshelf as well. Two journals were seized from the bedroom. A thumbdrive was seized from the bedroom as well. A laptop computer was seized from the kitchen counter. A copy of the search warrant was left in the living room of the apartment. The front door [of] the apartment was secured before law enforcement left the premises.

When pressed for more information in compliance with an Open Records Request under Georgia law, Atlanta Fire Rescue Department claimed: “There is an ongoing and active investigation for the incident in question, which is why the only releasable information has been shared via the incident report. Investigative documentation is not available for release until the investigation is closed.”

[muu-kun]

What Makes Your Muses Body Unique?

Simple premise. Give 5 (or more) headcanons about your muses' body. Hands, eyes, feet, birthmarks, tricks--anything! Tagged by: @tximidity

Features spanning across the ages: Past (bottom icon) and Present (top icon)

Heart shaped face seen in the detailing and relationship between the roundness of his face around his eyes and the angles of cheeks until they meet to form a pointed chin.

I've discussed it before, but I'm mentioning once more (as well as including an image) the fact he has what is known as clinodactyly. It is isolated to three fingers on each hand-- pinky, index, and ring-- with each one varying in severity from one another. All of which in that exact order. These fingers of his are also all double jointed. The bottom knuckles, however, in ALL of his fingers are bulbous in shape. They curvatures of them fit perfectly amongst each other like a puzzle. The same cannot be said about the top knuckles, though, as gaps surround his middle fingers on each sides.

He has a silly little scar at a place very few can see. One of which acquired from an injury sustained as a teenager as a result of doing something he had ought to not be up to in the first place. In an attempt to climb over a metal fence into an area he'd otherwise not been permitted into, and unsupervised at that, he managed to get comically stuck in his hurdle over it by way of his shorts getting caught onto a sticking out piece of metal. Rather than proceed with caution, he adamantly lunged downwards with all of his effort, slicing through his attire and that of the top of his gluteal cleft to the inches just above it. It isn't entirely noticeable unless one is truly looking in that area, and yet in knowing of it the male can't quite help himself from finding joy in its existence. Especially when considering the fact it acts as his nearly invisible tail each time he excitedly sways his hips as though he's wagging it via an energetic stim.

Another feature he finds to be a delight about himself is the fact he has an outie belly button. He's never wished to cosmetically change it in anyway as it has never caused him any pain or problems. He'll never be able to get a piercing there, no, but that's okay on account it looks cute as a button on its own already. It also rests perfectly within his softened stomach. It is where his fat cells deposit themselves most prominently, and has a tendency to consistently bloat forward due to a combination of stored negativity and a hormone imbalance. Muu always has, and always will, calls it his baby fat.

Speaking of body fat, Muu is otherwise rather lacking in that department as he is generally petite across the majority of his physique. Some of which is contributed to an active lifestyle dictated by consistently walking his dog, going on foot or by bicycle to places close enough to not require his vehicle, or public transport even, routine pacing in instances in which he's attempting to physically regulate out an intense emotion, a whole food diet centered on his entirely vegan lifestyle, and plenty, PLENTY of sleep. Muu's actively in bed by no later than 10pm an any given evening as he for one doesn't like to exist in the dark any longer than he has to, and also because he just is very invested in listening to his body for queues it needs an abundance of rest. Consider yourself lucky if you ever invite him to something taking place after eight pm, because by then he'd ideally like to already he in his jammies with the intention of unwinding and settling down for slumber. His slim frame is also a contribution of an underlying eating disorder centered on withholding food from himself whenever he's under the impression that he ought to be punished for his perceived failures of the day; however, he's growing more inclined to forget such a habit in favor of snacking on vitamin rich treats as hunger and hurt go more together than the version of himself who started up the habit in the first place knew about. He's also taking on the role of gentle parenting himself, which does sometimes mean sneaking himself vegan cookies to boost positivity while negative voice inside his head is distracted. All in all, he weighs an astounding 115lbs / 52kg. Already on the thin side, where one can notice it the most is in his teeny, tiny ankles. Them and his wrists are minute in their circumferences, which isn't entirely of any surprise as both his hands and feet are small for even a man of his stature. Fun fact: both his shoe size and his ring size are that of a size seven in traditional American sizing.

[theworldgate]

I have to explain what is going on in the UK, because it is absurd.

So, this is Gary Lineker:

He's known for a fair few things over here. He was a very good (association) footballer, playing for England in the 1986 and 1990 World Cups, winning the Golden Boot in 1986, and managing to never get a single yellow card in his playing career. He played for Leicester City, Everton, Barcelona, and Tottenham, before finishing his career in Japan. But if you aren't in your mid 30s, you probably know actually know him him for a couple of other things. The first is the role of spokesman for another Leicester icon, Walkers Crisps (which are sort of equivalent to Lays, but hit different), as pictured above. Despite being a notably clean player, he used to play a cheeky serial crisp thief. I don't think he's done that for well over a decade, but his ads were on the telly a lot when I was a kid and it's a bit like learning that the hamburglar was an incredibly clean (American) football player or something.

The second thing Gary is widely known for is having presented Match of the Day, the big football program on the BBC, the sort-of state broadcaster, since 1999. He is, incidentally, very well paid for this (though with a consensus that he could get even more if he went to one of the non-free-to-view broadcasters because he is very good at the job). He also has a twitter account. And political opinions. So, the UK government has got itself dead set upon doing heinous stuff that will totally somehow work to prevent people who want to come to the UK making the perilous crossing of the Channel (between England and France). By heinous, I mean "openly advertise that they won't attempt to protect victims of modern slavery" stuff. It's very obviously using a legal hammer to victimise a marginalised group of people in order to win votes. And, uh, I should clarify that by "legal" I mean "using the passage of laws" - the policy is, in addition to all the other ways it's awful, probably incompatible with the Human Rights Act and the UK's international law obligations. Gary, top lad that he is, objected to this. On Tuesday 7th March, he made a quote Tweet of a video of the Home Secretary, Suella Braverman, bigging up the policy, he wrote "Good heavens, this is beyond awful.". This got a bunch of backlash from extremely right-wingers, and then he made the tweet that really got him in trouble (with right-wingers): "There is no huge influx. We take far fewer refugees than other major European countries. This is just an immeasurably cruel policy directed at the most vulnerable people in language that is not dissimilar to that used by Germany in the 30s, and I’m out of order?".

Now, I am not actually subjecting myself to watching a video of Suella Braverman bigging up a cruel policy to say whether the specific comparison of the language to 1930s Germany is accurate. But needless to say, Ms Braverman was amongst the many figures on the right of UK politics objecting to Gary's rhetoric. And here's the part where a fact about the BBC comes in: it is nominally neutral and impartial (and so, of course, is routinely accused of bias from all sides but particularly the right-wing), and has something of a code for its contributors to this effect. Now, that code has previously been applied to Gary Lineker, over a comment about whether governing Conservative Party would hand back donations from figures linked to the Russian regime. But it generally hasn't been applied too strongly to people like Gary, whose roles have nothing to do with politics (such as presenting a "here's what happened on the footie today" show), on the basis that, well, their roles have nothing to do with politics. However, when directly asked about whether the BBC should punish Gary Lineker for his tweets, government figures basically went "well, that's a them problem". But a couple of days passed, and it seemed like Gary's approach of "standing his ground because he did nothing wrong" was working and everything would die down. He was set to get 'a talking to' but not much more than that. The Conservative right, after all their fire and fury earlier, had gotten bored and moved onto something else. And then, on Friday 10th March, the BBC announced that he would be suspended from hosting Match of the Day this weekend. But it could still go ahead, because there are, like, other hosts! Except, well, funnily enough, when you take a beloved figure off air, for making a fairly anodyne tweet, no one wants to be the scab who actually takes up the role of replacing him. Gary's two co-hosts, Alan Shearer and Ian Wright, said that they would not appear without him. People who (co-)host Match of the Day on other days followed suit. The net result is that Match of the Day is currently set to air without hosts, BBC commentary, or global feed commentary. And the solidarity shown to Gary Lineker, over what is very flagrantly actual cancel culture and an attack on freedom of speech (the logic implied is that institutional impartiality requires that no one say anything too critical of the government ever), has continued to grow. The BBC has pretty much been unable to run pretty much any live sports content today, and has resorted to raiding the BBC Sounds archive to fill the sports radio channel. And, as of 17:30 on Saturday 11th March, the situation shows no signs of improvement, though some are calling for the Chairman Richard Sharp, who is separately facing corruption allegations, to resign (yes I linked to the BBC itself there, there is nothing, nothing, the BBC loves more than going into great detail about how much the BBC sucks).

[shepscapades]

Thanks to artfight, I’ve finally finished a detailed, official dbhc cub reference! :D

(I’ve put his Artifight description below the cut, which has a more detailed explanation of his timeline, lore, and aesthetics! >:3)

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  OVERVIEW ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Name: C.B.F.N.4000 (Cub) Pronouns: He/Him Species: Android Height: 5’9’’ Associated Visual Themes: vex, ghosts, explosions, mischief, scientist aesthetic, potions, potionmaking, sleepy/tired aesthetic, conspiracies

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  ABOUT ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

CBFN4000 is an au version of MCYT Hermitcraft’s Cubfan, set in my DBHC (or Detroit Become Hermitcraft) AU! This au is inspired by the 2018 game Detroit Become Human, but not because it really has anything to do with DBH—I simply yoinked the android mechanics and incorporated them into the world of Hermitcraft. It began as a S8 au, and has roughly followed the hermitcraft timeline up to the present! 

Cub was the last android made during Season 8. While many of the hermit androids were made at the beginning of season 8 and a few were made for season 9, Cub was finished and activated mid-late Season 8, around the time when Hermits started noticing the Big Moon. Cub’s model ended up being a sloppy experiment in deviation, as Doc suggested they try to transfer deviancy to an android upon activation to try and avoid traumatic situations that might cause an android to deviate violently or upsettingly, such as Etho’s, Tango’s, or Mumbo’s experiences. While this went relatively well initially, it clearly wasn’t very thoroughly thought out, as Xisuma (who is normally so adamant and detail-oriented when it comes to assuring the androids’ safety with experiments like this) wasn’t truly himself due to external manipulation and mostly left a relatively young-deviant Doc to carry out the project himself. 

Cub, though adjusting to sentience rather well at first, very quickly became wrapped up in the Big Moon happenings on the server, new personality and inexperience to emotions like fear and ignorance completely overwhelming his young system. He became obsessive over the implications and consequences of the Season 8 Moon Apocalypse, joining the Mooners and spreading his conspiracy theories religiously throughout the server as he descended into madness. The insanity was like a virus to his programming, pervasive and all-engulfing, and Cub’s final attempt to free himself from the Moon’s impact with the Earth—to launch himself on a llama into space via potion-powered TNT(insane btw)— left his hands and feet singed and cracked to ruin.

The experiment, considered a horrific failure by a deeply shameful—and more awake—S9 Xisuma, left Doc and Xisuma with the decision to reset him for the new season, and they ended up pairing him with a hermit like they had done with the other androids until they had found deviancy enough to pursue their own projects. So, at the start of season 9 and fresh after a reset, Cub was paired with Scar. Naturally, because Scar is… Scar, Cub deviated almost instantly after being given to him, and very quickly adopted the iconic lazy, stoic, amused attributes normally associated with Cubfan. Scar’s tendency towards mischief and general shenanigans grew instantly on Cub, and the two were an immediate inseparable pair. So much so that when Scar began rambling one day about his Season 5 Hermitcraft Shenanigans (where deals with the Vex may or may not have been involved), Cub immediately stated he was interested in being in on it. Whatever “it” means. It’s unclear if Cub also made a deal with the vex or became connected to them in some other way, but… well, he got Doc’s help to trick out his eyes, hair, and back to best fit the part. Scar is very jealous that he can't magically make himself have the same features to match.

Cub is closest with Scar, but he gets along just as well with any of the other hermits! He’s close with Jevin and many of the other redstoners like Etho and Doc, who are the other two androids I’ve put on artfight!

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  EXTRAS ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Cub's eyes can light up in the dark, and he’s the only android who has edited his programming so that the default state of his LED is white, not blue. It still will go yellow and red if his processors are working particularly hard, but he’s replaced the blue setting on his LED with white to better match the Vex vibe. Cub has all of the vibes of a fae. If that’s anything <3

[formula-nyoom]

Grid Graduation

Platonic!Grid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being a racecar driver and actively pursuing a higher education is a feat in and of itself. You didn't let your career get in the way of going to college. But when racing seems to prevent you from attending your graduation ceremony, your fellow drivers decide to take matters into their own hands

A/N: Congratulations to all the people that are graduating this month or next month! I hope you guys have amazing celebrations. And to my fellow college students who still have a year or years left to go, we’re going to get through it, even if it seems like hell. I know that the color of the graduation gowns can vary by college or are usually black but I went with dark blue because that was the color of my gown when I got my associates degree. 

~~~

Some people would say it's stupid to try and get a bachelor’s degree while being a race car driver. 

“You already have a career. Why would you spend all your free time off track pursuing something you don’t really need?” is the question that was constantly asked to you during interviews. Your answer: because it was important to you. It’s common knowledge that karting and racing takes up most of a driver’s life. And while most drivers are able to pursue basic schooling and education during their karting days and early single seater days, once a driver makes it higher up the racing ladder, pursuing an education becomes second to trying to be the best race car driver on track. 

You on the other hand felt that your pursuit of racing should not get in the way of your education. And thankfully with the ability to take online classes, you didn’t have that worry. 

“You’ve refreshed that page five times in the last 30 seconds.” Alex said as you two sat in the drivers lounge. It was media day so thankfully neither of you had to worry about racing and instead your worry was focused on something else.

 “Can you blame me? I’m supposed to get sent an email that tells me whether or not I graduate today and I’m dying to know.” You said, refreshing the page again. You had finally completed all the required courses you needed to graduate and get your bachelors degree. Now you were just waiting for the confirmation that all the hard work, all the study sessions you had done between and after races, and all the all nighters was worth it. 

 “Have you gotten the email yet?” You looked up from your laptop to see Logan approaching with Oscar behind him. You refreshed the page again.

 “Nope. Still nothing.” You let out a frustrated sigh. All the other drivers knew about your pursuit of a college education while also being a race car driver. They had been nothing but supportive in your efforts and could tell how worried you were about having to wait for your college’s final decision on you graduating.

 “The email will come eventually. Staring at the screen isn’t going to help.” Oscar said. 

“I suppose you’re right.” You said, refreshing the page again. You were about to close your laptop, putting the matter temporarily to rest, when the page loaded and showed you had a new email. It was from your college.

 “It’s here!” You exclaimed. You were about to open the email when you paused your finger over the mouse pad.

“I don’t think I can open this. What if they deny me? Or what if this email tells me that I still have some courses that I need to pass to graduate?” You started nervously chewing on your bottom lip as worst case scenarios started to run through your head. Logan placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder

 “(Y/N), you’ve been working your ass off the past couple years to get this degree. They’d be stupid to not let you graduate.” Logan said. 

 “I can read the email for you first if you want.” Alex offered. That seemed to calm your nerves. You handed Alex the laptop and waited with bated breath as he opened the email. Anticipation started to build as it seemed to take forever for Alex to read the first line of the email

“Congratulations (Y/N) (L/N), you have met the requirements to graduate!” Alex exclaimed.

 “Really?” You grabbed the laptop and read the first line of the email that did indeed confirm that you were graduating. Logan and Oscar started to shake your shoulders in excitement as you started to laugh from happiness.

 “I’m graduating!” You exclaimed. Logan, Alex and Oscar let out cheers of excitement as you read the first lines of the email again.

“What’s with the excitement?” Charles asked as he and Max entered the driver’s lounge.

 “(Y/N) got the confirmation that she’s graduating college.” Alex said.

“Congratulations!”Max said. He ruffled your hair while Charles gave you a hug. You were practically beaming with happiness as you started to read the email out loud. 

“Congratulations (Y/N) (L/N), you have met the requirements to graduate! We commend you for this amazing accomplishment and we’d like you to attend the graduation ceremony on….June 7th.” Your voice trailed off after reading the date and your smile slowly started to drop.

 “Are you gonna go?” Oscar asked. You shook your head.

“I can’t. We’ll all be in Canada for Free Practice.” You said. It was true. Your college’s graduation ceremony was the same week of the Canadian Grand Prix.

 “Do you think your team will let you go?” Alex asked. “I mean, you’ve done Canada multiple times and you’ll do it again. But you only really graduate college once, especially considering you're a race car driver.”

 “I don’t think (Y/N)’s team will let her go. Free Practice isn’t something you can really miss.” Max said. He was right. Attending a graduation ceremony seemed like a trivial matter compared to your career. 

 “But (Y/N)’s worked so hard for this. Surely her team will understand.” Logan said.

“No, it’s…it’s ok if I miss the graduation ceremony. I’ve been given confirmation that I’m graduating and will get my diploma in the mail later this year. That’s enough for me.” You told them. But that wasn’t really true. You would have liked to attend the ceremony. If not for just the celebration but also for the sense of normalcy away from the racetrack and responsibilities of being a Formula One driver. 

 “Well we can still celebrate right? Maybe get all the drivers together for a dinner?” Charles suggested. You smiled a bit.

 “Yea Charles. A dinner would be nice. This is still a cause for a celebration. Even if I can’t go to the official one.”

Dinner with the other drivers was a nice celebration. It helped you forget about not being able to attend the graduation ceremony for a while. But the week of the Canadian Grand Prix seemed to bring up that fact again. It seemed the media wanted to remind you too.

 “Well, before we start taking questions, I’d like to say congratulations to you, (Y/N). It was recently let known that you’ve graduated college and now have a bachelor's degree.” The media commentator for the drivers press conference said to you as you sat on a couch next to George, Lando, Lewis, and Zhou. 

“Thank you. If I didn't have to be here in Canada, I'd actually be attending the graduation ceremony, which is happening tomorrow. But racing takes priority.” You smiled to hide some of your disappointment, but the other drivers seemed to notice.

 “I’m sure you and your family are proud of all your efforts. Maybe some of the drivers too?” The interviewer said, motioning to the drivers next to you.

“I’m insanely proud of (Y/N) for what she’s accomplished. She’s shown that racing shouldn’t get in the way of pursuing an education.” Lewis said.

 “I will say, (Y/N) has worked harder than anyone else on the grid.” Zhou said. 

“She won’t admit it herself though.” George said, nudging your side. You shook your head.

“In terms of something like this, even if I can’t attend a graduation ceremony, I’m proud of all the work I’ve done.” You said.

 “Well, I hope you celebrate or have already celebrated what is an immense accomplishment.” The interviewer said.

 “Me and the other drivers on the grid actually went out to dinner to celebrate the day I found out I was graduating to make up for the fact that I can’t attend the ceremony. It was a really nice dinner and I’m glad I have friends to celebrate my accomplishments with.” You smiled at your friends sitting next to you. They smiled back, but for a different reason. 

Despite your efforts to hide your disappointment, your fellow drivers could tell how upset you were about not being able to attend your graduation ceremony. And while the dinner was indeed nice, they wanted you to have a proper celebration for such an immense accomplishment.

That’s how George and Lando ended up knocking on your driver’s room door after interviews and media responsibilities were done for the day.

 “Hey guys. What’s up?” You asked as you opened the door for them.

“Put this on.” Lando handed you a bag with what you assumed had to contain clothing.

 “Why? What is it that you have handed me?” You gave him a skeptical look.

“Open the bag and find out.” Lando said. You did as he instructed and pulled out something made of dark blue fabric. At first you thought it was a dress, but unfurling it revealed to be a graduation gown. You tried not to frown. The only need for something like this would be for graduation photos, which you had already taken. But Lando and George were insistent and you decided to amuse their idea for now and put it on.

“Now what? You want me to get into a race car and drive around the track in a graduation gown?” George and Lando just laughed.

 “I don’t think the FIA will allow that. At least not in just the gown.” Lando said.

“Of course you can’t have the gown without the cap.”  George handed you a graduation cap with a tassel in your team color. The cap was decorated with a little race car on top that had a diploma trailing behind it. 

 “What’s…what’s all this for?” You asked, while putting the cap on. You don’t know why you decided to put the cap on, but did so anyway.

“It’s for your graduation ceremony of course.” Lando said. You frowned.

 “There’s no way I can attend that ceremony.” You said.

“We’re not talking about your college’s graduation ceremony. We’re talking about the one that’s happening right now.” George said. “Come on.”

George and Lando ushered you out of your driver’s room and started to lead you somewhere. You still looked at them with confusion. 

 “We already celebrated during that dinner.”

“But it wasn’t a proper ceremony.” Lando said, leading you towards the track entrance. By now, you were starting to suspect what George and Lando were up to. It wasn’t confirmed until they led you to the start line.

“You guys did not….” Rows and rows of chairs were set up on the track with a makeshift aisle in the middle. Each chair was filled with one of your fellow drivers or members of your team. Tears started to well up in your eyes at the realization of what was happening. 

 “We wanted you to have a proper graduation ceremony.” Lando said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a side hug. Now you were trying really hard not to cry.

 “C’mon. Everyone’s waiting for you.” George said. He and Lando walked you past all chairs, the drivers and team members applauding you as you walked past. 

Lewis and Fernando were standing at what was designated the stage and greeted you with a hug and a whispered “congratulations” as you approached. 

 “Shall we get started then?” Lewis, who had been designated the commencement speaker, said to get everyone’s attention. Everyone quieted down and took a seat

“We are gathered here to recognize the immense accomplishments of (Y/N) (L/N) in her pursuit of a higher education in the form of a bachelor's degree. Not only has she strived for what many have wanted to achieve, but did so while also managing the life of a Formula One driver. That is something not many can do.” Lewis said.

 “I now ask for Fernando to present the graduate with their diploma.” Fernando walked over to you and handed you a piece of paper, then the two of you shook hands as formality of a traditional graduation ceremony while George quickly snapped a photo. You looked at the “diploma” that was handed to you and couldn’t help but let out a laugh. It was a diploma template that you could find on the internet that included your name and the name of your college. Though the official seal had your team logo on it. 

“I now ask the graduate of 2024, to move your tassel from right to left and signify your newfound graduation status.” Lewis said. By now, it was getting really hard to try and keep the tears in as you moved the tassel from right to left. Lewis smiled.

 “It is my pleasure to present (Y/N) (L/N) as the grid’s graduating class of 2024.” Everyone stood up and applauded you. At this point you couldn’t keep the tears in any longer and started to cry but also cheer. Lewis pulled you into a hug, followed by Fernando, then Lando and George and it got to the point of just being a big group hug full of drivers.

 “Go on, toss the cap!” Logan exclaimed once the group hug broke away. Chants of “Toss it! Toss it!” started to echo till you took the graduation cap off and tossed it into the air, signifying that all that hard work was worth it.

[dragonqueenbizawagi]

Dick didn't know where it went wrong. Well... not exactly. Looking back Dick could see the nervousness he'd mistaken for anticipation. Danny had acted so happy to see the circus for him that he hadn't seen his excitement for what it really was - fear. Running through the tents he definitely wasn't allowed in he mentally kicked himself for not seeing the signs for what they were. Danny was a good actor it seemed but that's no excuse. Dick knows the rules for dealing with traumatized kids. No expressing strong feelings when suggesting something to them - they'll feel pressured to agree. Dick had gotten blinded by his own love for the circus when Danny first mentioned being a part of one once, and now his so- Danny was paying the price.

Pausing to look around Dick heard something. A soft voice making comforting sounds. As he followed the noise he heard the sound of sniffling with it. Danny's voice chimed in as Dick got close enough to make out words.

"No, it's not okay! I ruined the day for him! All I had to do was keep my stupid fear under wraps for a few hours and I couldn't even do that! The stupid lights and sounds got to me and then the ringmaster's face morphed into his and-" Danny's words broke off into choked sobs and Dick's heart broke as he listened, but before he could rush in to hug him the calm voice from before spoke up.

"Hey, no! It is NOT your fault! Alright? Listen to me. It is NOT your fault for having a panic attack, okay? If your 'stupid' fear is that strong then there's no way you /could've/ controlled it. Especially not with the lights and sounds and everything like that all at once. And it is not your responsibility to suck it up and have a good time. It's your adult's job to bring you to stuff YOU want to go to. If you tell them you don't like something and they take you anyway then that's their fault, not yours."

Danny whispered something that didn't reach Dick's ears from where he was... well, now lurking behind the wall of the tent. Just outside of the entrance and using his stealth to not alert his surprisingly alert kid to his presence.

"What?" asked the voice.

"I didn't tell him!" said Danny, louder. "I couldn't! He was so excited when I brought up that I'd been in a circus too that I couldn't bring myself to tell him that..." He paused as he took in a shaky breath. "That it wasn't a good thing to me. And! I really did want to enjoy this! I thought, maybe if I went to a normal circus I could see it how it's supposed to be - how he sees it. He shares stories with me that make the circus sound so cool! I wanted to feel like that when I think of tents and clowns, not like... this..." Danny's voice trailed off as he finished his thought.

Dick suddenly felt better and worse. Better in that it hadn't been entirely because of him, and that some of that excitement had in fact been real - and worse in that Danny's words had confirmed that he went because Dick wanted to go. Because he had gotten too caught up in his own excitement to pay enough attention to Danny's true feelings.

"That's a good goal kid, but overcoming trauma doesn't work like that. Lot of people try to force themselves or others to face their fears, but that only works if you're in control the whole time. Think about it, you don't cure someone's fear of water by shoving them into the deep end, right? So next time you want to overcome your fears, make sure you can back out at any time and you've got friend or trusted therapist or someone there to hold your hand and reassure you the whole time. Your adult could have done that if he'd known. If you say, 'Hey, I'm really excited to go to the circus with you but also really nervous because the last time I went didn't go too great and I'm still a bit scared. Can we avoid x when we go there?' or, 'Can we leave if it gets too much at any point?' then I'm sure he would be happy to help! And if he isn't, just let me know and I'll knock some sense into him!" Danny giggled at their joking threat. Dick smiled and relaxed at the sound.

"Thanks. I don't think I'll need to take you up on that offer, but thanks." With that Dick decided enough lurking was enough, he didn't want to become Bruce after all. He backed up a little before running to peer into the tent. "Danny?" he called, putting on his best worried dad™ face (he learned from Bruce AND from dealing with his siblings).

As Danny saw him Dick expected him to shrink back up in guilt or panic at what Dick would think, acting like the traumatized boy Dick should have seen him as. Instead, Danny surprised him by running up and hugging him, mumbling apologies into his shirt as he held on tight. Dick wasted no time wrapping his arms around his kid in a patented Grayson Octopus Hug™ that Danny seemed to be giving in turn. He noted the lady with butterfly face paint watching them with a soft smile, but ignored her for now in favor of reassuring Danny as the kid slowly unstuck his face from Dick's chest. Straightening up up so he could hook his chin over Dick's shoulder to talk better, he spoke.

"I'm sorry I ran off like that"

"No no, hey! It's okay! I'm not mad or anything, you don't need to apologize. How are you - are you alright?" Dick pulled back to look Danny over, noting the obvious red eyes and tear tracts down his face, but also the possibly bruised knuckles that Danny started to hide.

"I'm fine, mostly... I've calmed down a bit now. I-" he paused to shift nervously, "I don't really remember what happened after I got called on." Danny's small voice echoed his body language as he shrank in on himself again.

"Well, you panicked and punched the ringleader after he grabbed you without asking, and I will be having a word with him about that later, don't you worry. Had to punch him twice before he actually let go," Dick almost growled this part. He wanted to believe that the man had just startled and held on in shock, but he was already an asshole for grabbing a clearly reluctant volunteer in the first place. Dick never understood why some Ringleaders went specifically for the shy or nervous ones, as Haley had never done that and in fact had been adamantly against it. Shows go so much better when you're not dealing with a panicky and therefore unpredictable volunteer. Hopefully this example would dissuade the ringleader from doing it again.

"And then you ran off and I followed. I got held up by the crowd a bit and you were damn fast, so I lost you, but I'm here now!" Dick finished, wrapping Danny up in another bear hug. He had so many questions he wanted to fire off in return but Danny could tell him when he was ready, for now Dick had to make sure to reassure him so that he didn't ever feel like he had to pretend for Dick's sake ever again. "I'm so sorry I didn't pick up on your anxiety sooner, kiddo. I thought it was just nerves from excitement, but, it was something more wasn't it?" Danny winced at that and hid his face in Dick's shoulder once more. Dick just rubbed Danny's back as he waited for Danny to compose himself.

"Yeah..." Danny said, "I- I kinda forgot to mention that I'm terrified of circuses... and ringleaders in particular..." Dick's grip tightened as he realized that Danny's anxiety had only really become visible when the ringleader got involved. Before he could say anything though, Danny continued, "It's just- you got so excited when you talk about the circus! I couldn't tell you to stop talking about it. And I really did want to go! I just-" Dick cut him off.

"Danny. You don't owe me anything, you hear me? Yeah, I wanted to go to the circus, but that's because I wanted to spend time with you! I thought it was something you enjoyed and I figured it was something I could relate to you with. I love listening to you talk about space but I can't do that with you, so I jumped at the first sign of something we could do together! I'm sorry I let that blind me for so long."

"Nah, it's not your fault. I've had plenty of practice pretending I'm not terrified when my parents talk about their interests. And like I said, I really did want to go! I really started liking trapeze and tightrope stuff when you showed me, and I thought I could just push down my fear and ignore the ringleader and just enjoy the day. Remind myself it's not the same circus and all. But... I guess it didn't work so well, huh?" Danny split off with a nervous grin as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. Dick frowned as he processed all that.

"Okay, we'll be coming back to that part about your parents later, as well as why you hate circuses and ringleaders in the first place, but we can discuss that in private back home. For now, just know that I love you, and if something is ever bothering you like this again, talk to me! We don't ever have to something for fun that you don't want to do! And if it's something necessary? Like doctor's visits, or something you still want to do buuuuut- ...then let me know, and I'll help you find a way to get through it. Okay? Just- promise me you won't pretend for my sake. Deal?"

Danny softens at Dick's unwavering love and support. "Deal!" He says, attention finally flicking over to the lady who had helped him earlier, who had busied herself with setting up her face paints. "Oh, ancients! I'm so sorry, we can go now! You're clearly busy! Sorry for intruding!"

"No no, it's quite alright!" The lady said with a smile, her expression contorting the butterfly on her face, making its sparkly wings move. "In fact you've still got plenty of time before the show ends and my shift starts if you'd like to get your face painted to cheer you up! On the house!"

"Really?" Danny asked, clearly nervous about taking up any more of the woman's time. "I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome..."

"Of course! Consider it an apology on behalf of the circus crew who think singling out the most nervous volunteers isn't the nicest thing to do," the woman said with a wry smile. Clearly Dick wasn't the only one who hated that move. "Otherwise, feel free to head home early, or try to go back and finish the show if you feel up to it. Or you're welcome to just hang out here and collect yourself a bit more until my customers come. I really don't mind!" She looked at Danny never once addressing the other adult in the room, instead making sure the kid knows it's their choice. Smart! Clearly this woman was good at working with kids (or technically teenager in this case).

Nonetheless, Danny still looked at Dick nervously as he weighed his options. Dick pulled him into a loose side hug and said, "Whatever you want kiddo, I'll be here," which seemed to be the right thing to say as Danny let out a breath and relaxed into his hold.

"Yeah, I'd like some face paint actually," Danny said, a tired smile on his face as the stress and adrenaline from his earlier panic attack finally started to wear off. "Thanks for helping me calm down earlier, by the way. Oh! And I never got your name!"

She smiled and waved off his gratitude, saying, "It's no problem! And my name's Adelaide, but you can call me Miss Addy. Now please, sit down! What would you like me to paint?" Danny mulled it over for a second.

"You got anything about space?"

Small prompt idea.

Danny is Dicks son. Dick takes him to a circus in order to bond with his newly found son and share with him something he holds dear. However maybe

1)Danny hates/petrified of the circus cause of freakshow. This causes him to panic and/or bolt. (Accidentally punch the ringmaster that looks kinda like freakshow?)

2)He mentions off-hand that he was part of a circus once did tightrope. Dick is ecstatic and thinks this is awesome. Until he finds out the circumstances, that is.

3) Just loudly declares he hates the circus when someone brings it up at family dinner. *metaphorically breaking his Dad's heart, who is already so stressed trying to be a good dad*

[bunnys-kisses]

hey king, i love you work! could i get pull-apart bread, fried dough, nanaimo bars, with a side of sparkling water, another glass of water, cider, and an irish coffee with lando norris please? <3

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu (yay), there are tons of great things to order and i'd love to whip up some orders for you! thank you to the support of everyone and i hope you love this!

pull-apart bread: "i love you" + fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours." + nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it." + sparkling water: gentle sex + glass of water: aftercare + cider: body worship + irish coffee: high sex

cw: smut/pwp, established relationship, virgin!reader, body worship & compliments, gentle sex, body worship, recreational drug use, high sex,

it was saturday night during the off-season. it was past the new year and you were getting ready for another year. you had high expectations for yourself just as lando did for himself. he wanted to win and you wanted to graduate with honours. these seemed like reasonable goals, but life could be tricky.

regardless, you were at lando's flat for the evening. and you had something important to ask your boyfriend of the last several months. if he'd finally have sex with you and take your virginity.

you knew virginity was stupid. the concept was dumb, the morality associated with it was even dumber. but, you still wanted your first time to be with someone special.

so while over a shared joint with your boyfriend did you find the courage to ask him to pop your cherry. you held the joint in your hand and got into his lap. your legs straddled his as you looked at him with a slight pout to your lip.

his eyes were rimmed red, but he looked beautiful. he was always stunning in a way that turned heads. considered one of the most handsome people on the track.

"lando." you said as you took another drag of the smoke. you then swallowed and asked, "can we... fuck?"

he was taken aback for a moment, "you want to what now?" he asked as he looked up at you and beamed, "you want to fuck?"

you nodded, confidence filled your chest, "i want you, lando. i want to feel and taste you all over. i want you to take my virginity."

he broke into a massive grin, "you gotta be kidding me, beautiful. nah, nah."

you held onto the front of his shirt with your free hand and replied with a nod, "i want you, lando. i want you so badly."

without thinking, he laid a smack on your ass as a joke and when you tensed up and moaned. the noise went straight to his cock and it prodded against you.

he took the joint from you and stamped it out before he said, "well, lead the way, baby girl." then when you got off of him, you took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

he could feel the leap in his pulse as you got him into the bedroom. then your hands were up his shirt. was a sexy little thing, you were trying to pull the moves on him. and in total fairness. it was working.

"let's get you out of these." he said as he pulled your t-shirt over your head an exposed your beautiful breasts to him. he could spend hours sucking and playing with them. but that would have to be for another time. he could feel the leap in his pulse as the sight of you. he helped you get his t-shirt off and eventually you two were naked together in his bedroom.

with wobbly legs you got into bed. you laid on your back and softly patted the spot beside you. oh, it was cute. you were so painfully cute, even when you were trying to be sexy.

he jokingly said as he stroked his cock a little, "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours." then broke into another stupid grin, "because you're my pretty girl and my pretty girls deserves pretty things." he got into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you.

you squirmed, "lando!" you could feel his painfully hard erection against your back side. he even rubbed the messy tip up against your skin which made him shudder.

"who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it. i know you can say it!" he said as his hands groped at your breasts tenderly, a little foreplay never killed anyone. his fingers toyed with your nipples and the neediness between your legs grew.

your core throbbed with need, only made worse by the drug in your system. you knew that being stoned made you horny, but this was a whole other thing. you whimpered, "i'm your pretty girl. only yours."

"that's what i like to hear. mmm, you're so good for me." he got away from you and placed you on your back once more. he admired the shape of your breasts and the little bit of softness in your stomach.

"please lando. i love you."

"and i love you too, so much." he replied with a smile. he could feel the throb of highness in his brain mixed with the heated need for you. this felt perfect. it all felt perfect, he couldn't put it into proper words. but he knew he wanted and he trusted this was what you wanted as well.

he slowly got himself inside of you, his cock pushed as far as it would go. it made him shudder as he felt the surge of pleasure in your gut. his pulse leaped as he held your legs and started to move against you. he was taking your virginity. the thought almost made him cum right then and there. you were so sweet, to pure for him. he would be your first, and you're only.

you already had his entire heart and soul.

he started to rock his hips against you. keeping his cock inside of you as he rubbed against your softest parts. he watched you squirm under his touch. his hands were on either side of you as he moved.

his chest was close to yours with his gold necklace hung past him. the metal shined in the bedroom light. he moved against you, he groaned a little bit as he picked up a bit of pace, "fuck, you're beautiful. everything about you. you drive me crazy."

you replied, "please, lando."

"can't help it. i lucked out with you. fuck, i love you so much." he was gentle, but his pace was quick. he wasn't bruising your insides thankfully and you as a result moaned loudly as the feeling coursing through your body.

when he worshiped your body, you always felt the blush down to your feet. it was painfully sweet, his words were so sweet in your ear. he wanted to make sure that you knew that you were the only one for him. that you were only for him and he was only for you.

"please, lando."

"you sound so pretty. so needy. i bet you wanted this for a while. to feel as close to me as you could." he praised you, "i wish you said something sooner. i could've planned something more special than weed." he was still a little hazy in the brain and his words came tumbling out. you whined and squirmed a little bit at the feeling of him against you.

his cock filled you in such a perfect way that you couldn't help it. you felt the thrill of pleasure. his kisses became lazier as he dressed his cock up against your most sensitive areas.

"it feels really good, lando." you said. the high in your brain amplified everything as the two of your made love rather than a quick fuck. it was a perfect first time.

the pace built up and soon you were feeling the heat all over. the excitement in your gut as he moved against you. you reached for him and held onto his shoulders while he moved against you. his heart was hammering in the back of his mind while he moved up against you. you felt the heat in your cheeks to your toes and it wasn't long before you felt the need to climax.

"i want you always." he said, "now and forever." the kisses he laid were hotter and heavier. he felt your nails in his shoulders as you clenched around him and climaxed.

you came with a loud moan, the pleasure throbbed in your mind as he rapidly fucked you. it all felt painfully arousing. the feeling of you on him. the heat between you two. nothing else could've driven lando into almost madness.

he continued his thrusts, making sure he hit against your sweet spots in just the right way. you were painfully perfect and he enjoyed it. soon he got himself all the way inside of you with a loud groan as he finished inside of you. you arched your back and moaned a little louder.

his pace eventually slowed to a stop and lando took you by the face. he kissed across your nose lovingly, even while he was out of breath. "how was that?"

you nodded, blissed out on the hot feeling. you shifted a little and he panted heavily. he pulled out of you and went to go find his clothes along with yours. you laid there in a comfortable ecstasy. the flood of pleasure coursed through you slowly.

you felt on cloud nine for a brief moment. your attention was brought to lando who had put your clothes onto then bed for when you felt like getting dressed.

"do you need any, beautiful." he said.

you shook your head, "nothing for now. just your cuddles." then gestured for him to lie next to you. with his shirt and underwear on, he got into bed with you and pulled you against him lovingly.

"there's my beautiful girl." he praised, "so beautiful, every inch of you is perfect." his tone was lined with utter affection for you. he loved you, he adored you.

and for now he was going to stay curled up beside you until you came back to reality. <3