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[farmersecrets]

are you going to add your files and past writing? so sorry to bother you just curious

Ah!! Sorry for replying to this super late omg.

I’m honestly not super sure about posting files again? Those got me a lot of weird dms asking me to draw things and obviously I don’t… do that. In the meantime, here’s a link to a mega folder of all the sdv art that I’ve saved for those of you who want that.

As for past writing, I never actually like. Saved it anywhere else? I just opened up tumblr and let the horny spirit guide me. If you’d like, though, I can try to recall what I wrote and post it here again!

[hockenheim]

HE WON KYM! HE WON!!!!!

i’m still not over it 😭 the sun is out, the flowers are blooming, and il predestinato has won in monaco and in monza!

[juyeoz]

ALL BECAUSE OF YOU © JUYEOZ

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MY L0VES 💬 @miumura @macapunoz ⪩⪨ PERM TAGLiSTS

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[tsoanatural]

okay but what’s the appropriate flower for tonight

ahdhjsgdishd okay so we’re going full chrysanthemums!! something something the beauty of finding out you’ve changed and new beginnings and inner revelation and something something something

[devvelle]

I know this is for asks but his damn you’re an amazing writer! So amazing! The way you write is so descriptive but not overwhelming, it’s just right and feels so natural! Please keep up the amazing work!!!

Thank you so much 😭💘 I try my best to deliver the vision in my head, but I always worry I over-explain so this is such a comfort to hear 🥰🫶 I have lots of ideas for next year !!

[blanksum]

context of your last queued post please o_o

Fjdhdjcn um. As of the time you sent this in, my last queued post was some cherry magic anime promo material which is… pretty straightforward, so I’m going to assume you mean the post about the incest-as-horror thing!

I’ve fallen into a bnha/mha shaped hole on ao3 and one fic that I ended up really enjoying had a moment where a certain dad said he found his son sexually attractive because he was a combination of everyone that he had ever loved: dead wife, little brother (also dead), fiancé, and himself. Which, obviously insane. But then he told said son and the boy was terrified <3

Here’s the link

[pineapple-wonderland]

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awww thank you 🥹 you’re so sweet! right back at you my dear. 💗

[farmersecrets]

Hi, I am immensely sorry to go baiting like this but do you still have the files for that yetigo Shane egg art? I saw it on your account before it was nuked and then never found it again on the internet. Checked your MEGA link but don't see it, maybe I'm too dumn

Aaaa anon never fear I would only ever let myself be baited by a master (hehe) !! Yetigo was going by carnivorousuni at the time they made that set, so that’s the folder it’s in - but here’s a link for you anyways ⊂(￣▽￣)⊃

[hockenheim]

IHello! Thank you for bearing with me,😭🇵🇸 🍉I am Mohammed, a Palestinian from North Gaza, my life is miserable and horrific, my left hand was injured and I need a bone transplant, my house was completely destroyed, and the family consists of 13 people, most of them are young children, Amir and Malak, infants. My family has nothing left but hope that you can support and help us with. After ten months of war, we are exhausted, desperate and displaced. We have lost our homes and livelihoods and gone with the wind. Things are driving us crazy. The minimum standard of living is unattainable. Clean water and food have become a dream that we must achieve. What makes our lives worse is the continuous bombing and killing. That is why I am asking in this post for your help to survive these unbearable conditions, and to move from hell to safety and peace. Your support can help us be safe and alive, so my friends, you can support us either by donating directly what you can or by sharing my campaign links so that generous people can know about our tragedy and pain. Remember that your small contribution can make a big difference in the lives of many children whose health deteriorates day by day. Let their lives change and let them feel happy through your generous contribution.My campaign was documented by @90-ghost 🙏🍉

please contribute if it’s possible!

[juyeoz]

Your theme is gorgeous 💗✨️

AWW TYSM!!

[faithshouseofchaos]

Can you do a webber!reader x daniel fic? idk the plot I’ll leave that up to you

“Maybe you can be like my dad one day” — Daniel Ricciardo x fem!webber reader

Word count— 1065

Fluff

As Daniel emerged from the bustling airport, he paused to take a deep breath, letting the familiar scents of his hometown fill his lungs. The warmth of the sun greeted him, a stark contrast to the cold air from the plane he had just disembarked. He shifted his luggage to get more comfortable, glancing at his watch as he waited for you to arrive.

After a long and exhausting week filled with meetings and travel, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. The thought of home—his bed, his favorite meals, and the comforting routine of everyday life—made him smile.

As the taxi pulled into his suburban driveway, Daniel's heart quickened. He could already picture you waiting for him with a warm smile, and a welcoming embrace. He reached for his wallet, paid the driver, and stepped out onto the gravel.

His weary eyes scanned the front door as he made his way up the steps, anticipation building. The sound of cicadas and the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air, reminding him of countless summer evenings spent in the yard with you.

With each step, Daniel felt himself shedding the stress and exhaustion of his travels. As he reached the front door, he paused for a moment, steadying himself before turning the key and pushing it open.

The door creaked softly, and he was immediately enveloped in a familiar, welcoming warmth.

"I'm home," he called, his voice carrying an undertone of both weariness and eagerness.

He dropped his luggage on the floor, his eyes darting around the room, seeking your presence. The house was quiet, but he knew you were there somewhere—cooking, perhaps, or maybe curled up on the couch with a book, waiting for his arrival.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He could already sense the comfort that awaited him.

“I’m in the kitchen baby!” Daniel heard you call out to him. Daniel's smile widened as he heard your voice coming from the kitchen. He followed the sound, his steps light and quick.

As he entered the kitchen, his eyes found you immediately, and he felt his heart swell with affection. He took a moment to simply look at you, admiring the way your hair fell across your shoulders, the way the sunlight streamed in through the window, framing your face.

Without a word, he approached you, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of your skin, and let out a deep sigh of contentment. The exhaustion and stress of the week seemed to melt away with your touch.

"I missed you," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your neck. "God, I missed you."

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face. His eyes roamed over your features, taking in every tiny detail as if reacquainting himself with a beloved landscape.

His thumb traced a gentle path across your cheek, then moved down to your lips, lightly caressing the soft skin. A mixture of tiredness and longing in his gaze. He gently rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he reveled in the comfort of your closeness. His fingers found their way into your hair, the soft strands slipping through them like silk.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just stood there, holding you, breathing you in—like a man lost in the desert finally finding an oasis.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, referring to the fact that only the day before he had lost his F1 seat.

Daniel's shoulders tensed at the question. Talking about it would force him to confront the disappointment and uncertainty again. But at the same time, he longed to pour his heart out to you, to share his fears and frustrations.

He let out a heavy sigh, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

"It's been a rough day," he admitted, his voice laden with both exhaustion and resignation. "Losing my seat...it's not easy to digest."

He stepped back fully now, giving himself space. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as a shield, but his gaze remained fixed on you, seeking comfort and understanding.

"I just... I don't know what I'm going to do now. I've given my life to racing, and now I feel like it's all falling apart," he confessed, the vulnerability in his tone raw and unguarded.

“Oh Danny, I’m sorry. It wasn’t easy for my dad when he retired, but he found a way to adapt and thrive in this new chapter of his life. I remember how challenging it was for him at first—the sudden shift from a structured work routine to having all that free time. However, he managed to channel his energy into something meaningful. He took on the role of a manager and mentor, guiding Oscar to become a great racer. It transformed him, and I think it’s incredible to see how fulfilled he is now. Who knows, maybe one day you could follow in his footsteps and become a mentor too, just like my dad, Mark Webber!”Daniel leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, absorbing your words. The mention of your dad and the parallels you drew gave him some comfort.

He considered your words, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You know, I wouldn't mind being like your dad. Managing a team, and mentoring other drivers. But can you imagine me in a suit and tie all the time?" he teased, the hint of a laugh in his voice.

But beneath the light-hearted humor, there was a hint of longing. Daniel had indeed thought about what came next, the options he had outside of driving.

He pushed himself up from the counter, closing the distance between you once more. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you close to him again.

"It's just... scary," he admitted, the weight of his predicament settling onto his shoulders. "I've never had to think about life outside of racing. That's all I know".

He looked down at you, his gaze seeking reassurance. "But hey, if your dad made it work, then I'll figure something out too, right?"

Despite the uncertainty, he found hope in your presence, in the way you held him. With you by his side, he felt stronger, more capable of facing whatever lay ahead.

[devvelle]

elle darling, i reblogged your jamil fic earlier but it's still running through my head like nobody's business 😮‍💨 everything you post is so hsjskal like literally just jdksklaa. No other words. Just. Hsjskslksksl. Ty for writing 🥺💞💞💞

Omg i’ve been thinking about Jamil SO MUCH lately and I had to write something before I went crazy 🥹 he rly has my heart. but thank you for your support dear!!! 💕💕 it means so so much :’) mwah

[blanksum]

THAT POST. THATS THE ONE THAY GOT REPORTED. THE HELL????? - 🥤

It’s what I got deleted over, apparently. And honestly? Work

[impish-baby]

Hey, could I have more HIWTHI content please? Possibly with them finding out reader would write in their journal a lot, possibly hinting towards reader having large amounts of self worth issues, and instead of them leaving because no one notices them, reader left because they feel like a burden?

I’m particularly interested in Marcus and the twins reacting.

Also, please make sure to take care of yourself. I love all of your writing, but no one will ever blame you for taking a break. Also, please stay hydrated.

-🌙

👀 close to something that would happen canonically actually!!

HIWTHI cast's reaction to reader's journal

(Trigger warnings: reader's struggles with self worth, mentioned/referenced suicide)

Marcus feels like a complete and utter failure as a father. No matter how cold or stern he is with his children, he does love all of them with everything in him. So the fact that you feel like a burden? That you felt like a waste of space in your own home? He hangs his head in shame.

Doesn't even bother with asking why you didn't speak up, he's well aware that this is his own shortcoming. It's his fault, that's the simple truth of the matter.

Once you are back home, you're required to start therapy. He'll even let you do in person instead of online if you promise to actually give it a shot, Marcus legitimately wants (needs) you to get better. He has no delusions of their being an overnight change, and so he tries to go at your pace.

There's lots of long conversations, firm reminders that you are loved and of value no matter what. Especially at night, he'll sit at the end of your bed and tell you how much you mean to him. He'd go on until he's blue in the face if that's what it takes for you to believe his words.

Clara refuses to believe what she's read for a long while. She knows it's real, she has the proof held in her hands. Just... her child, her baby, was struggling with almost the same thing she was. And she didn't know. She didn't know and now they're gone.

If she wasn't worried about reader before, she's actually terrified now. The worst outcome is going through her mind, because really, what was stopping you from doing something dangerous? Clara is constantly eyeing the news, fear eating her alive.

The next time she sees you, you're getting the tightest hug. The woman sobbing into your shoulder, thanking whatever higher being that her baby is safe.

You aren't allowed to have sharp objects, unportioned medication, or anything that could be used to harm one's self anymore. Clara doesn't care, she's not leaving a chance. She knows what it's like being in that state of mind. She'll be dammed if she doesn't start acting like a mother should and protecting her child.

Jack is bawling his eyes out right away. The pen ink in your diary smudging as his tears hit the paper. You...oh god..

He feels like the shitiest person on earth, he doesn't deserve to call himself an older brother. He knew Jaiden had his struggles, and now this..

He pockets the journal. Jack reads it as some form of punishment. You suffered with this, he'll suffer with it too. When you're back home, he's trying his best to include you in everything.

Movie nights, board games, he comes up with anything and everything so you can spend time together. See? He has fun with you, he likes hanging out with you, you aren't a burden..

Theo feels bitter, resentful. At your parents, at themselves, at the fact that you felt that way. His resolve to find you becomes ten times stronger, there isn't a single doubt in their mind that you need to come home.

Much like Marcus, they'll affirm how much you're loved and wanted any chance they get. Theo cages you in their arms and mumbles praises for what feels like forever. They'll even go into morbid detail about how everyone fell apart while you were gone just to prove how needed you are.

Jaiden is tempted to rip the pages out. He goes through a rollercoaster of emotions.

At first, he's pissed. That you didn't say anything, that you didn't do anything to get help, that you just sat there and felt fucking miserable for years-

He's ashamed. Deeply, deeply ashamed.

It feels.. awkward between you. Jaiden stares constantly, like he's never seen you before. When he finally breaks down sobbing, he's willing to beg at your feet if you'd forgive him for being such a horrible big brother

[goodtobeswift]

So glad I’m not the only one getting obsessed over Descendants all over again haha 😅

Sooo how about a Harry Hook reuniting with a crush!Reader who’s picked with the og VK’s to go to Auradon in the first film? I’d imagine one of the parents to be either Madam Mim or Mother Gothel (maybe she went cuckoo and snatched someone else’s kid), but of course it could just be left ambiguous since the entire point of a reader insert is for it to be the reader.

If Harry were close enough to someone to get a crush on them/fall in love I feel like they wouldn’t be friends with Mal and co, so Reader would probably get left out of going to the Isle in the second movie and probably wouldn’t see Harry until the barrier is brought down (and knowing Auradon, Reader probably wouldn’t be able to send letters (if it were me Id probably use interviews/events that broadcast to the Isle to say hi real quick so the Sea Three know they haven’t been forgotten)).

These are just suggestions of course so feel free to write the scenario/oneshot/drabble/etc however you see fit, I’m just a sucker for mutual pining and reunions haha-

If you don’t want to write this request for whatever reason please feel free to just delete it, thank you for taking time out of your day to write this if you do and have a good day ^-^

LOVED THIS IDEA!! i want to think this through a little more bc i want them to meet during the events of the second movie and god is harry pissed when he sees her after six months. she might said she misses her friends back in the isle but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t feel betrayed.

i think he’d be super snappy, not letting reader explain herself OH ANDi can picture him losing his mind and yapping to uma and gil right after he got the news😭😭 like very much to his dismay he can’t believe he’s still in love

also, if you want to keep requesting or keep expanding this idea i’m super down and i’d like you (or anyone) to claim anon emojis so i can keep up with the asks! bc i got more than i thought (IM WORKING ON THEM DW🫡)

[ultrone]

Shauna strikes me as the kind of girl who lives for you sitting on her face, the feeling of your thighs either side of her face; being able to grab at your thighs, guide your hips, having you cum all over her face

꒰ 🏇🏻 ꒱ — riding shauna’s face

your hips rocked as you pressed yourself onto shauna's face, grinding your pussy furiously against her tongue. her hands latched around your legs, tugging you closer to her warm, welcoming mouth. shauna was a sight to see; the lower part of her face was slicked with your juices, her mascara was smudged and her hair was scruffy from your hard tugging. you smirked at the sight and shifted your hips to increase the friction. she moaned deeply, her tongue flickering across your clitoris.

“you taste so good,” she groaned against your abused nub, making you moan at the vibrating feeling.

her tongue was like lightning, flickering around your clitoris, then up and down the length of your pussy. she was really good with her tongue, teasing and flicking, sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body. you moaned as you felt your muscles begin to spasm as the orgasm built inside you.

shauna's hands were strong, gripping your hips so hard that you could feel bruises starting to form. you closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of her wet mouth pressing against your aroused flesh over and over again. you whimpered and moaned, your voice echoing off the walls of the room as the pleasure overtook you.

finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you felt yourself spiralling over the edge, orgasm coursing through your veins. "oh— ffuck," you shuddered and gasped, gripping the bedsheets for support as your body quaked, drenching the entirety of her lower face with your juices. as the aftershocks subsided, you opened your eyes to the sight of your girlfriend. her skin glistened with sweat, and her hair was even more disheveled than before. her eyes were half-opened, and she appeared to be in a daze. you smiled affectionately at her, gently disentangled yourself, and laid down beside her, giving her a warm and longing kiss on the lips.

i completely agree with u. . . had to make this a blurb 😭🙏🏻