#it gets pretty angsty

[ildiavoloro55o]

Here’s a short sneak peek of a sad Carlos fic I started writing after Las Vegas.

It’s called “There it is again (that funny feeling)” the name might change.

It’s a multi chapter fic coming soon to a website (ao3) near you. It’s Carlando and it’s angsty.

Let me know how you guys feel about this and I’ll try to finish the first chapter (it’s almost done) and post it asap. ☺️

He’s standing in the pouring rain.

That’s how Oscar finds him. It had been a few hours since the race, and everything had come to an end. McLaren's race debrief had just ended thirty minutes ago, and everyone was preparing to return to the hotel; some of the crew had already begun disassembling the hospitality and packing it to send it to the next track. Oscar tries to ignore him and go his own way, but something tells him not to, so he walks over to him and shelters him from the rain with his umbrella.

When the rain stops suddenly, Carlos looks up, first at the umbrella, then at Oscar, surprised.

"You know you get sick standing in the rain. We still have one more race to go.” Oscar says, awkwardly smiling.

“Hello, Oscar. Sorry about the race and the crash.”

"It wasn't your fault. We both were on the unlucky side of that Haas car.”

"Hmm," Carlos says with a nod.

"So, what are you doing out here in the rain?"

"How is everything at McLaren? Are they treating you well?" Carlos avoids answering Oscar's question by asking him one of his own.

Something feels off, but Oscar can’t figure out what yet he still answers, “Yeah. They’re good. They are very nice people. I am lucky to drive for them.”

"Good, good. You’re a good kid, Oscar. And a good driver. Don’t let anyone get you down, okay?”

"Thank you," Oscar says, but something is gnawing at the back of his mind. He has a strange feeling that something is going to happen. “Are you okay, Carlos? Were you waiting for Lando?” Oscar gestures vaguely towards the motorhomes, saying, "I think he is still at the motorhome. Do you want me to go get him?”

“No. No. I’ll see him later at the hotel. Is he being a good teammate to you?”

“He is. But I believe you two were the better teammates. You two worked well.”

“Yeah. We did.” Carlos smiles wistfully, lost in some memory.

The rain has finally stopped. Carlos looks at Oscar and steps out from under the umbrella so that Oscar can close it.

“Thanks for the umbrella, Oscar. It has been a pleasure racing alongside you. You are doing fantastic. You will be amazing again next season as well."

“Thank you, and it has been fun racing you too. We’ve still got plenty more races to do.”

Carlos just smiles at him. He looks sombre, as if he found the answer to the thing he was looking for.

“Goodbye, Oscar. Take care of yourself and Lando. He’ll need someone there.”

"You, too. I’ll see you in Abu Dhabi.”

Carlos turns and walks away. Oscar watches him go, and Carlos becomes smaller and smaller as he walks further away. But something Carlos said sticks with him. Lando will need someone there.

Why would Lando need someone there? There where? Or is it there when? Maybe it's nothing. Maybe he meant to have someone in McLaren. He has an odd feeling about this.

Or perhaps Oscar is overthinking something simple.

-

It is not until he boards the plane to Abu Dhabi for the season's final race a week later that the strange feeling becomes clear.

That’s a thing with gut feelings; they will always be answered, whether you want them to or not. It comes unannounced, stays, and stalks you, and then it is answered, and you are left with the answer, unsure of what to do with it. Oh, how Oscar wishes this particular gut feeling wasn’t answered. Especially with this answer.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Mikes talk about their extended family..

[hinamie]

all i have left

[starry-bi-sky]

The first time disciple Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu meets Liu Qingge, it is during a Bai Zhan peak raid. And what ends up happening is that Shen Qingqiu gets kicked in the jaw with such force he feels his teeth clack together unpleasantly. And frustrated with his situation, the system, and quite frankly a ton of other little things that have been building up over the course of the last few weeks, he feels something snap in the back of his mind like that of a rubber band after being stretched too far.

What ends up happening is that Shen Qingqiu turns and locks onto the very first figure he can see that is dressed in grey-and-white like a homing missile, and then with the force of a twin-tailed mountain tiger, lunges towards said figure with an equally menacing snarl.

He ends up taking the Bai Zhan peak disciple by utter surprise, and they both collide into the ground in a tangle of angry yelling and limbs. What ends up happening is that Liu Qingge gets the subsequent wind knocked out of him and pinned into the dirt by a Qing Jing peak disciple who is filled with the might and fury of a scholar having their peaceful afternoon interrupted and a once-grown-man re-experiencing puberty.

It is with that might and fury that Liu Qingge meets the wild, frenzied eyes of Shen Qingqiu, with his lips pulled back into a truly ferocious scowl. Shen Qingqiu hisses out, with such force it makes his voice rasp, as if he might as well sink his teeth into Liu Qingge's throat and rip it out; "Get the fuck off my mountain."

Liu Qingge is so shocked by -- well, quite a many things, but most importantly the fact that he has been pinned, and the way the sun is bouncing off this boy's face, -- that his brain needs five seconds to reboot. It's five seconds too long, because by the time he registers what just happened, Shen Yuan has clambered off him and disappeared. Gone and thrown himself into the closest dust cloud scuffling in order to unleash the rest of his fury on the other Bai Zhan Peak kids.

Qing Jing Peak experiences an unfortunate uptick in Bai Zhan disciple visits -- specifically of the Liu Qingge variety. Specifically Liu Qingge, actually. Who very much wants to find the boy that managed to get one over on him and demand a rematch. (Or maybe kiss him.)

[azogue2718]

To that one guy that begged God someone draw Saiteru with this audio...i gotchu pookie. This is real scuffed tho (ToT)

Here's the base sketches,,, if anyone cares,,, it looks pretty cute to me

[dervampireprince]

hey guys psst hey guys psst hey guys psst hey guys psst

and yes it's a public one, not a patreon exclusive. it'll be posted either tomorrow if i get the art done in time or if not then it'll be the wednesday after. but i'm going to try my best to get the art done so it's up tomorrow.

(also the gender tags don't reflect the genitalia of the listener, it just changes the pet names to 'good boy' or 'good girl' or neither. no specific genitals mentioned on any of them. we t4trans-inclusive content over here.)

EDIT: it's done! check the most recent posts on my blog or do a lil search on my blog for astarion or look my youtube! there's also a direct link in the reblogs and replies to this post!

[larrylimericks]

19May24

Precisely a year since it started (The Sun forgot ratrry tongues darted)— May the next be as mild (We’re still detoxing Wilde)— The curtain’s come down, Hussell’s parted.

[arty-tardigrade]

"I told you... They didn't care."

[pup-pee]

she red on my stoner until the red sun never sets IT NEVER SETS I AHVENT SLEPT

[quarter-lif3crisis]

Brocedes

'Us Against You' - Fredrik Backman / 'Six word story' / The Gold - Phoebe Bridgers Version

[ooeygooeyghoul]

Ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｕｒｎ， ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ ｈｕｒｔ．

[fumifooms]

Holy shit Lycion in a shirt when he isn’t in uniform. Bonus Fleki being rude af

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

*thinking about the villains' tragic fates*

You know, their routes never really talk too much about their fates and how it effects them mentally. Or how the MC feels about it, and dealing with the fear and angst of it with the slight exception of William's route

*eyes widen*

... I think I know what the sequels are gonna be about

[hammity-hammer]

“Isn’t it hard?”

The sunlight wove its way through the mess of curls on Eddie’s head, keeping Steve’s attention from the person next to him. Eddie seemed like he was glowing— like the light was coming from somewhere deep inside of him, rather than millions of miles away; like he was the center of their solar system, the warmth emitting from him keeping their little planets alive.

Steve felt a bony elbow nudge just under his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts, “Huh?”

“Is it not hard? Loving him?” Dustin asked quietly, nodding his head toward the man laughing and running around with the rest of the party. Steve glanced at Dustin, trying to figure out how he should even broach answering that question, knowing that any explanation he gave would never make sense. How could it not be hard; falling so deeply in love with someone that won’t ever love him back? Knowing that he just had to be the guy to get some kind of fucked up curse that made him incapable of mutual romantic love?

“I… think it’s easy, honestly.” Steve shrugged, trying to keep his face from revealing his obvious lie.

Eddie’s laughter drew Steve’s attention back to him, the sound of his joy bringing a reflexive smile to his face.

“It doesn’t bother you? That he just… doesn’t love you the way you love him?” Dustin rested his chin on his crossed arms, sounding for all the world like he was the one who was unloveable.

“You can’t make people love you, kid, you know that. And you know I’m happy just to have him in my life; he can’t help the way his brain works.” Steve copied Dustin’s movement, turning his head so he could look at the younger man. That’s what he was now— a man, for all intents and purposes, and every time he remembered that, it made a bittersweet feeling bloom in Steve’s chest.

Dustin rolled his eyes, “Obviously you can’t, but he loves you! I see the way he is with you and that’s love! But he won’t just… be your boyfriend, or whatever, and I don’t get that, man.”

Steve sighed, “Not everything is about romance, Dustin. I love you, but I love you like a brother. I love Robin, and you were convinced for basically forever that she and I were end-game. He just happens to love me the way I love Robin, he can’t help it.”

He moved his gaze back to the group in front of them, his eyes instantly finding Eddie again. He was chasing Erica, running with his hands in claw shapes near his head like he was trying to look like some creepy vampire, or something. She was laughing uncontrollably as she ran, weaving through their other friends who were trying to behave semi-normally. Eddie’s head turned momentarily to where Steve and Dustin were sitting at their picnic table and a grin grew on his face when he made eye contact with Steve.

“I just don’t get it, though. Why can’t he love you like that? You’re like, a catch or whatever, aren’t you?” Dustin frowned, ignoring the finger wave Steve sent Eddie’s way to stare at the woodgrain on the table in thought.

Steve turned his head back to Dustin and unfolded his arms a bit to pat him on the head, “Doesn’t matter, man. I love him, he knows I love him, and how I love him, and he’s okay with it, even if he doesn’t feel the same. I just want to keep him near me however I can, and if that’s as my best friend, then that’s as my best friend.”

Dustin sighed deeply, seemingly giving up on his fight for Steve to finally get himself a partner, and Steve thanked everything he could think of for that.

[cookkoo]

Drawtober 2023 day 2: Spider (lily)

Day1

[nezumidou]