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hilda pages!!!!! THIS SHOW IS BEAUTIFUL HOLY CRAP-
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#GUYS WHAT#NATURE MAGIC MYSTICAL CREATURES ADVENTURE GIRL PROTAGONIST SILLY CHARACTERS BEAUTIFUL ART STYLE WELL WRITTEN STORY????#this shows got everything dude#I LOVE HILDA <333#hilda netflix#hilda the series#hilda series#hilda#fanart#my art#can y’all tell i just got netflix
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populating Modicia Abbey
#my art#furry#fursona#furry art#furry sfw#fur#furry anthro#venio venari#oc: tail#oc: agosto#oc: otto#i had soooo much fun designing these :DD#the seal is a monk seal tehe#and the infirmarer is dead when the story starts#and uhhhh brother thomas is so cute and sweet it makes me violent#im so proud of these :DDDD#monk oc#plsss send asks if u r curious abt anything :333
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AND SO ARE YOU!
☆ happy 10th birthday to the album that luckily released when i was 13, the perfect age to listen to it <3 i wouldnt be the same without blurryface or twenty one pilots (/pos/neg/tøp), i love you forever crazy bitches from the midwest |-/
this is a part of a larger collab on instagram!! check em ouuutttt!!
#art zone#twenty one pilots#tøp#21p#blurryface#bfx#thats right. before there was tma. before there was su. there was twenty one pilots.#this band/album does mean so much to me 😭😭 it blew my mind to see a story conveyed like that#plus all the weird 4th wall arg shit <333#what they dont tell you is if you rewatch old interviews to remember the vibes#you will watch 20 of them and be Charmed anew
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So you're a go to source for all things Dick&Tim bros and you tend to write primarily from Dick's POV. So, odd question, but if you were to summarize their relationship from his POV in FIVE panels which panels would you pick? Keeping in mind that one specific aspect of their relationship that you love needs to be clearly represented by each panel (loyalty, trust etc). I hope this is a fun challenge and not an annoying question so if you don't want to answer that's cool! Have a wonderful day!
No more talk. The same thoughts run through two minds... (SotB 29) / You're my equal. My closest ally. (RR 1) / I can't stop thinking how much I rely on him. (GoG 3)
25 Feelings Dick Has About Tim
This was such a kind ask & a cool challenge which I totally failed; here are TWENTY-five panels of Dick's POV on Tim sdfdsfds Look, I got carried away! Marcia and Cindy! The boys!!
OKAY SO BEFORE I GET TO THE PANELS A FEW NOTES:
WARNING THAT THERE ARE SOME NEGATIVE EMOTIONS IN HERE because I love conflict but but but you gotta remember those are not the final word!! They are complicated people and sometimes they get mad at each other BUT ultimately their relationship is so hugely important in both their lives & they love each other and rely on each other so much -!!! <3
Also I have CONCLUDING THOUGHTS at the end about what Dick's POV leaves out (mostly: a lot of Dick defending & protecting & supporting Tim, which Dick does instinctively but isn't very self-aware about most of the time)
I have loosely organized my list into 5^5 format (5 categories with 5 examples each!), so if you want to skip to a relevant one, here are the categories!!
Below the cut:
I hate him and find him infuriating (#1-5)
On second thought, he's endearing & fun (#6-10)
Grief is complicated & he's all tangled up in mine (#11-15)
I love him & think highly of him (#16-20)
I rely on him & though it's hard for me, I trust him (#21-25)
I hate him and find him infuriating (#1 - 5)
1) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze me and Bruce, but he doesn’t know me at all, he should get lost (New Titans 61)
2) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze Bruce but he doesn’t know Bruce at all, he should get lost (Gotham Knights 26)
3) He is so nosy about stuff that is MY business (Robin 0)
4) He sounds like an insincere suck-up half the time... but okay, fine, if you push him he's got a sense of humor about it (New Titans 65)
5) I'm sure he's a better vigilante than me. It's my fault for being a failure, but I resent him anyway. (Nightwing 9 - Dick's having a nightmare)
On second thought, he's kinda endearing (#6-10)
6) He worries too much and gets anxious so easily, but it makes him fun to tease (Robin 67)
7) I'm not that competitive - okay, so maybe I'm a little competitive, I gotta make sure he doesn't get a swelled head (Prodigal)
8) I'm supposed to be his favorite! It is not cool for him to be fanboying over my not-girlfriend's not-boyfriend!! (Birds of Prey 19)
9) We have fun together. I can kick back and relax when it's just the two of us. Plus I get to boss him around a bit. (Prodigal)
10) He’s always trying to reassure me, and I guess it's a little comforting, but also he doesn’t really get it. Or me. He makes excuses that he shouldn't, because he doesn't understand that I suck. (Nightwing 64)
Grief is complicated and he's all tangled up in mine (#11 - 15)
11) He reminds me of everything I try not to think about. Sometimes the memories are so strong it hurts to look at him. (Batman 441)
12) WHY IS HE BEING IMPOSSIBLE ALL OF A SUDDEN??? THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING (Nightwing 139)
13) We're the same. He says all the things I don't let myself think about. It's like arguing with myself. (Nightwing 139)
14) He thinks he gets to tell me what to do but he doesn’t, fuck him (Battle for the Cowl)
15) Life sucks, so what. I sucked it up so he should too (RR 1)
I love him and think highly of him (#16 - 20)
16) He’s the closest thing to a brother I’ll ever have. If someone hurts him I will hurt them harder. (Nightwing 6)
17) I can't handle the idea of losing him. (Nightwing 97)
17) He’s so good and I’m not. I'm afraid I’m bad for him. (Nightwing 110)
18) He’s better than me, and it’s kind of a relief because I know no matter what he’ll be okay. (Gates of Gotham 3)
19) In my head he’s the responsible one. (Gotham Knights 10)
I rely on him, and though it's hard for me, I trust him (#20-25)
20) I know I have to trust him but I'm afraid he'll make the wrong choices and get hurt (Nightwing 139)
21) I'm sure I know what he should do because I see myself in him - not that I can take my own advice, but he should (Blackest Night 3)
22) I trust him. When I’m losing my grip on things, he pulls me back. (Gotham Knights 10)
23) I want him to trust me (Red Robin 12)
24) He can tell when I'm lying. Sometimes he sees my weaknesses better than I wish he did. (Detective Comics 874)
25) He’s always there when I need him. (Teen Titans / Outsiders Secret Files)
Final rambling thoughts:
TIM: Uhh, okay, so I'm just skimming this list - do you really trust me? you're not just saying that? - but anyway, I'm confused because you left some stuff out? Like some stuff that's kinda important? DICK: No? I think I got everything? TIM (starts counting on his fingers): The time I was having a bad day but then I called you. The time I got captured by Two-Face but then you saved me. The time I fell off a train but then you saved me. The time I fell off a building but then you saved me. The time I fell off a different building - DICK: I feel like you're trying to make some kind of point but I'm not sure what it could be.
SO THE THING IS, I put 25 panels in here and not a single one has Dick catching Tim when he’s falling!!! But I think that's a central motif of their relationship from Tim’s POV, not Dick’s. I love Dick, but in some ways I think he is spectacularly un-self-aware.
And I think he especially has a lot of blind spots about Tim. He kinda intermittently gets that Tim admires him, and he enjoys it in a playful I-get-to-boss-you-around way. But Dick tends to consistently underestimate all of his own good qualities & skills, and he meets Tim at a point in his life when he's especially down on himself & his abilities. And so he's unable to see his own influence on Tim, & therefore unable to fully understand a lot of Tim's priorities and loyalties and motivations, because you can't actually understand Tim without understanding Dick's impact on him. There's a fascinating moment in Bruce Wayne: Murderer when Dick's completely blindsided & upset to discover that Tim doesn't entirely trust Bruce, even though this has been a definitive fact of Tim's whole thing ever since he showed up with his Batman needs Robin theory, and Barbara has to actively remind Dick of the obvious-to-everyone-except-Dick fact that a lot of Tim's loyalty is to Dick, and Tim loves Bruce but feels free to be more wary of him. (And to give Bruce credit: this is not something he ever begrudges.) But anyway Babs points this out, and Dick manages to sorta process it for about five seconds, but he cannot actually accept it into his worldview so instead he discards it at the speed of light and goes off and has an argument with Tim instead sdfsfdsf
All of Dick's virtues - Dick's kindness at the circus and Dick's determination to fight through grief and Dick's rigid sense of morals and Dick's vigilante skills and every time Dick has ever backed Tim up or listened to him or protected him or saved him from something or just been casually kind to a stranger in Tim's presence etc etc etc - all these things loom really large in Tim's mental story of Who Dick Is, and What Dick And Tim's Relationship Is. Tim meets Dick before he meets Bruce, trusts Dick more than Bruce, aspires to be Robin instead of Batman. And so in Tim's default version of the story, Dick is the super-special and admirable hero and Tim is... nobody in particular, a tagalong outsider who's barely managing to be a hero, not part of Dick and Bruce's family and not part of their story, who, if he's VERY LUCKY and tries REALLY HARD, might be able to fight his way to proving himself and offering something to Dick that Dick will value, if Dick doesn't get fed up with him first.
But that's not Dick's version of the story!!!
Dick's version of the story is almost the exact opposite, a story where Dick's an outcast failure black sheep who's screwing up everything he tries, and meanwhile Tim is The Sudden New Perfect Robin Who's Better Than Me And Probably Bruce Loves Him More And Probably They Gossip About What A Loser I Am, mixed with a complicated edge of Tim Thinks He's So Smart But He Doesn't Know Me/Us At All. Dick gets much more attached to Tim over time, and Tim gets unnervingly better at the know-it-all psychoanalysis so then Dick gets to have complicated feelings about him being right instead of just annoyance at him for being wrong, plus Dick's relationship with Bruce improves a lot, so Tim stops feeling so threatening. But Dick never fundamentally changes his basic theory of their relationship in which Tim is highly impressive and capable, and Dick is not so much.
And so asking Dick about Tim is kinda like if you asked George Bailey to tell you about Harry Bailey in It's A Wonderful Life; like, you'll be there for five hours while he tells you how great Harry is, and how accomplished Harry is, and how he doesn't really get how or why Harry does the things he does, and maybe George does feel a little resentful or jealous sometimes, but that pales in comparison to all his admiration and trust for Harry who he loves so much, who's better than him in so many ways, and he's not gonna openly gripe but secretly he can't help but feel sometimes like he's such a failure in comparison to Harry, a perfect person who emerged fully formed from Zeus's head with all the virtues and also all the accomplishments, etc. etc. etc. --
-- and he will not actually remember the part where he changed and saved Harry's whole entire life unless you literally send him to an alternate timeline in order to force him to remember it. <3
#i enjoyed thinking about this so much i wrote a novel with All My Thoughts sorry sdfsdfs#tim drake#dick grayson#somewhat tangential but as i was writing this i was thinking about zahri's post#about how different types of stories offer different kinds of emotional payoffs#and i think for me for dick and tim the main two payoffs are:#1) someone who sees & understands your grief for deaths that will never get fixed or get better#and who will face your ghosts with you EVEN WHEN you're also mad at each other#2) someone who you look at and you see all the ways that you suck & he's better & you're a loser who's failed him etc etc#but it turns out that you're wrong. that you're good enough. not that none of the failures were real or that they were all in your head#but it turns out that it's okay that you didn't always immediately do or feel the right thing#and it's okay that you weren't perfect. you can fuck up six thousand ways & everything you did right will still matter#not because of making excuses or allowances or somebody pityingly trying to make you feel better#but because in the end the things you did right are just Genuinely More Valuable than anything you did wrong#all the times you tried & everything that you tried to give - everything you think wasn't good enough - it was.#IN OTHER WORDS they are both convinced they're not good enough & they are both wrong <3#anyway dick and tim are both INCREDIBLY SIMILAR and also CONSTANTLY misreading each other and i love that for them#and like. they will sometimes totally misread each other & then never figure out the part that they misunderstood#but then they manage to keep going anyway. we love each other on purpose <333#ask tag#dick&tim
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mk holding a stick cus why not ?
#its actually a little hard to explain but the stick a representation of my art journey and is a reoccurring thing in my sketchbooks#giving mk the stick shows his connection to all my art#my art is all connected one way or another- it is a story of my life#anyways. mk :333#meta knight#kirby#traditional art#my art
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Heartsong (AO3)
(...)“No? What about the First Hunt?”
Sokka sat up straight, but Katara’s frown deepened. “You told that one this morning!”
“She could tell it again!” Sokka said.
Gran Gran chuckled. “No, we’ll save it for another day. I know!” She smiled at Katara. “How about the First Soulmates?” (...)
--- fic project for the @zkbigbang ♥ ♪ make sure to check out the other artist for this story; @drachenfalter
#zutara#zk big bang#zutara big band#my art#atla#zuko#katara#whyyy this story is so beautifuullll <333
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(YOU CAN'T LET THEM GO HOME.)
#i have no good caption for this#ignore the mistakes i dont have the motivation to fix them#sighhh#i watched another playthrough today and i am just.#haha as it turns out the story doesnt get any less relatable and heart breaking the second time thru!!!!!#hhhg#i love sif#...#ugh#anyway#isat#isat siffrin#isat spoilers#in stars and time#in stars and time spoilers#isat act 5 spoilers#i will always draw sif like a creature btw#hes always kibty to me#the little beast#the monster under his own bed#hm#my art#i missed that one#... i like this one a lot#i like SIF a lot#this game broke me#trying to make a caption#ok yep yeah no that ones good<333#guh#i get it man i get it
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#alcina dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu#pic: ad#and i'll stay here - rereading her stories and reblogging the same posts over and over again until my dying days#but bless all the people who still post about her and keep me fed#but also to those who no longer do but created something incredible during her peak where i can go back whenever i need it#(which is often since she's my comfort character)#content creators are incredible <333#thank you guys i love you all 🥺
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literal husband material




#i need them both DESPERATELY#theyre both literally so perfect#id wife them both up tbh#kit and colin my lovveeesss#american horror story#ahs asylum#kit walker#mare of easttown#colin zabel#evan peters#evan peters fandom#evan peters my love <333#tiffysdeath
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#--/ art#--/ story#ava the dark lord#⬇⬇⬇ context in the tags ⬇⬇⬇#alan becker#animator vs animation#animation vs minecraft#ava the chosen one#it is done !! ok ill give y'all the intro context synopsis now#the story goes that way way way way before Showdown cho and dark used to sneak into abandoned-looking buildings in the city at night#and one such target they stumble upon happens to be a storage room containing artifacts from Minecraft#the most interesting being the beds.#on this particular outing cho and dark were returning from other shenanigans and could use a place to rest. perfect!#dark belly-flops onto the right bed (scooting them out of alignment) and strikes a pose.#while chosen is shoving them back together again... oh. he's already asleep? ...???#!!! the beds draw you in if you get too close!#so what was supposed to be half an hour at most rest turned into the whole night. they skedaddled and forgot about the freaky beds.#until. a certain someone goes and dies :333#you get it now ! ! !#it was dark diesn't ALL ALONG-#yeah and then for extra spice i threw in that the hooded stick King meets with during his episode to buy a command block...#...happens to own that storage room.#thus and so begins more brand new shenanigans with dark interacting with this shady rando. i call em seafoam#i highly extremely doubt there's a tag for seafoam . . . wiki calls them only 'hooded stick figure'#anyhow. behind the scenes this was also a practice of drawing things in 3D... keeping on model... and composition for storytelling#and i learned some things about how Whiteboard works too :o i. didn't know about the fill tool. it is cool#yayaya!! so that's been in my head for a while.#thx for reading <3 <3 ill be posting some close-up shots of this and other things i put on the whiteboard later#Minecraft bed
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im so sorry for Spam reblogging and liking your stuff i jsut really really like your mcsm art okay 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you for providing for the starved fandom..
taps fingers together. could i maybe get a happy little computer pama and harper... before everything went bad,,
they looked so happy back then
#mcsm#minecraft story mode#pama mcsm#harper mcsm#WAAHHHHDHF TYSM ☹️☹️☹️☹️ <333#it really means a lot how much you guys like my stuff HEHHDHEHHDHD#doodled fruit#fruuty askbox
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erm uhm yuri 😍🙏
#pillowbook#tpot#bfdi#pillow bfdi#book bfdi#bedtime stories#<— their ship name bc i said so btw#edit#capcut edit#my edit#silly posting:33#:333#uzi posts:3#toxic yuri#wuh luh wuh#yuri#osc#osc community#osc art#object show community#object shows
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You're all magic anime girls in my eyes dw mikey uvu <3
(Yo-Ho-Ho) A Ninjas Life For Me
First: / Previous: / Next:
#Posting this now hopefully while none's around#shitty art/ boring update cause I wanted to get this one out of the way :/#the story will actually pick up soon guys i swear#i have big plans uvu#but ayo?#no month gap this time?#crazy right?#Usagi- “Gotta be srs for a min”#also usagi- “OH MY GOD A REAL FUCKING TREASURE MAP??? <333”#im so tired TwT#ANYWAY! GOODNIGHT <3#anlfm#a ninjas life for me#rottmnt#rottmnt au#rottmnt comic#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#rottmnt april#rottmnt draxum#baron draxum#rottmnt usagi#leosagi#usagi yuichi#leoichi#tribbleart
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I've gotta say I'm not a huge fan of putting Dragonese into the HTTYD movie franchise. The concept of a full-on dragon language they all share, that can just easily be translated into English, just really doesn't fit imo
I imagine they're a lot more like Orcas
There are universal ways to communicate with strangers of different species, like it's pretty easy to signal things like "i want to fight you" "i want you to leave" "it's dangerous here" "i'm in pain" etc. by just body language and vocalizations- but ways to communicate more complex ideas have to be developed and learned as unique dialects by different groups, especially flocks of dragons consisting of different species.
I imagine a terrible terror flock or a group of Speed Stingers have a lot of an easier time communicating with each other than a Thunderdrum and a whispering death do.
Dragons with their own dialects, cultures, and habits depending on location and group is really cool- I just don't think it should be a direct translation of how humans do these things, such as straight up language or mythologies or such.
#httyd#how to train your dragon#rtte#race to the edge#just some thoughts for the worldbuilding i'm doing- absolutely nothing negative towards ppl who give the dragons a language in their works!#like. the dragons are very intelligent and can understand humans well#(tho their intelligence does vary by species)#but i don't personally enjoy when they're written as just. human-intelligence and sapience in a dragon body w some additional instincts?#idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#aaa i love httyd so much it's so fun to play around w the worldbuilding <333#this has got me reading abt orca language and it's so cool. i need to find out more#hmm. ok my problem apparently isn't dragons having language it's just them having a singular language#dialects and different languages by different species and flock and location ughhhh now that's the good shit#so like the dragons of berk (& especially the riders') might be able to communicate very complex ideas to each other such as plans of attac#and understand their riders very well in human language#but when toothless&cloudjumper meet there's a slight language barrier so they can share things like joy and play and food#but toothless wouldn't be able to tell cloudjumper the story of how he met hiccup
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day 12: daddy/mommy for winter warmers, maxiel, explicit, 2.2k
At Jimmy'z, probably half one in the morning, the girl Daniel had been dancing with for about a dozen 90s-retro remixes excused herself to the bathroom by pressing her full fake breasts up against his chest and shouting into his ear. Daniel watched her disappear through the crowd, her tiny baby-blue slip of a dress with the fluffy white hem hiking up the back of her thighs so high he could've sworn he saw the curve of the bottom of her ass. He popped up on his toes, hoping to catch the top of her bobbing strawberry-blonde head. What he saw was Max.
Max at the fringes, but surrounded by the usual entourage. He was red-faced and smiling, eyes nearly squinted shut, being jostled back and forth with an empty G&T in his hand. Definitely drunk. Definitely having a great time, all the boundaries of personal space dissipated with every refill of his glass.
Daniel wriggled his way out of the throbbing crush of dancers and filled a cup at the water station. He brought it over to Max.
The circle parted, opened for Daniel because Max always left a space there for him, no matter how many times Daniel walked away and put distance between them.
"Hiya," Daniel yelled over the music. He took the drink from Max, slippery with condensation, and slurped from the edge of the glass. It was mostly ice and backwash, and a faint burn where the gin was basically only vapour. He gave Max the water. "Oughta stay hydrated, kid."
Daniel couldn't drink like a fish anymore. He'd only had three cocktails and a shot, and already was a quarter past tipsy. He dreaded the hangover that would linger over him the next day, rather than the burst of nausea easily handled by a prostrate trip to the porcelain god. He was sensitive to it, that's all: the consequences of a night out. So, the water.
Max grinned at him, a different smile than his totally-fucked-smashed-drunk one, and different than the one he reserved for Daniel alone. "Thank you, daddy," he said, barely loud enough to hear, a little sarcastic, a lot simpering.
Daniel laughed. Max laughed. Daniel walked away, and the words hit him on a five-second delay, thunder after lightning.
His body kept moving, but the rest of him stood there, watching, waiting for what would happen next.
The girl came back and tucked her lace underwear into the tight front pocked of Daniel's jeans, and then twisted her fingers into his belt loops to pull him in. She'd reapplied her shiny lip gloss, and now she smeared it across his mouth, cotton candy chasing away the citrus and pine. Daniel mostly stopped thinking about Max for the rest of the night.
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Part of Daniel was still standing there with Max, even three days later.
Maybe he just didn't hear Max right. Maybe he said Danny, not--
Or maybe he didn't but it was still just a big joke. Max had learned to make friends on the track by having a dirty sense of humour, and Daniel only made it worse, one-upping him until they were both practically rolling on the ground. One time Max had giggled something like I'll just piss on your race suit, and then you'll have to drive naked and Daniel had sniped back that Max should make sure to get his boots, and then there was something about a golden-shower-shoey, so like. Daddy kink stuff wasn't really out of the question.
Unless it wasn't a joke at all. Unless Max was serious. And every spare moment, Daniel was thinking about it. He should have stayed there, making sure Max drank the whole glass of water, wiping up any mess that spilled from the corners of his mouth. He could have convinced Max to get some fresh air, to go home early, to get a good night's rest. He could have tucked Max in himself.
And Max would have said thank you, daddy.
Daniel shivered and nudged his dick with the side of his thumb, willing it to calm the fuck down. Max got a little sloppy and affectionate when he was drunk. It had nothing to do with Daniel.
He would probably say that to anyone. Max always liked mature women who were a little mean, and sucked up advice from any older man to sort through later at his leisure, always tucking one foot cutely behind the other and blinking up at them, even when he was taller. Daniel could easily picture Max in bed--
Max in bed with someone, calling them mommy or daddy, whimpering about it, pale eyelashes clumped together with tears, blushing red all the way down. Biting his lips until they were hot and bee-stung. Flat on his back, or with his ass in the air. Either. Both. It didn't seem impossible, that he'd beg for more, wrung out and desperate on Daniel's dick.
Or that, maybe, possibly, the other way around, desperate to prove he was a big man now who could give just as good as he could take, grinding inside all frantic-like, going please please please until Daniel told him he could come and he'd fill Daniel to the brim moaning thank you, daddy with every pulse.
And it was very much not the thing to be thinking when Daniel was about to head to the airport to hitch a ride with Max to the race. Totally uncool to contemplate, really, when it was entirely probable that Max didn't call him daddy at all. So Daniel went into the kitchen and opened his fridge and stood there until he could focus on something else like when his coffee cream was going to expire.
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There was a knock on his motorhome door on Saturday night. Daniel was supposed to be doing yoga before bed, had rolled out his mat, but was actually scrolling his Instagram algorithm: swimsuit model, dirt bikes, athleisure model, Italian food, different swimsuit model.
He opened the door, and it was Max on the other side, as if all of Daniel's perseverating had made him appear like a magic trick.
"Are you busy?" Max asked, and Daniel said nah and let him come up.
Max kicked off his shoes made himself very comfortable on Daniel's couch, arms pillowed behind his head and nasty greyish athletic socks propped up on the arm. "Oh, sure," Daniel said, mouth working on auto-pilot, "anywhere you like."
"Let's not waste time on the pleasantries, Daniel. We've known each other long enough."
"And where am I supposed to sit?"
Max shrugged, like it's your place, figure it out, so Daniel just went cross-legged on the yoga mat. He was in boxers and a ratty old pullover because he wasn't expecting company; Max was in jeans and a plain t-shirt because it was his uniform. The combination put Daniel at ease as much as it made him sort of salivate. It was the same outfit Max wore absolutely everywhere, and that included Jimmy'z.
"So what's up?" Daniel asked after a while, because Max hadn't visited him in the middle of the night since Renault, and even then it was only once.
Max peered at him, down the ski slope of his nose. "You liked when I called you that," he said. Accused. That. He didn't elaborate, but Daniel knew. "You have been not-looking at me all weekend."
Daniel blushed, his face going hot all the way up to his hair. "You notice when I don't look at you?" He said, instead of denying it or saying he'd been busy. He was an idiot.
"Why do you like it?" Max pressed.
He didn't know why. It wasn't something he was normally into very much. Girls had said it to him in the heat of the moment, and it didn't turn his crank in any particular way. It was something about Max and Max alone. Daniel just wanted Max to want him. That write-off moment at the club was as close as he'd gotten in years.
Instead of waiting for Daniel to answer, Max sat up and scooted to the edge of his seat. His legs slid forward until they bracketed Daniel, knees spread, crotch very fucking obviously on display. Daniel leaned forward, almost against his own will. "Yeah?" Max murmured, and unbuttoned his pants.
Daniel did the rest of the work, dizzy with it, the musky smell of Max's dick at the end of the day and the bitter-brine-salt that painted his lips when he bent to suck it. Max stroked the very tips of his fingers through Daniel's hair at the temples, and Daniel bubbled and fizzed all over. It had been a while since Daniel gave anyone a blowjob. He certainly hadn't been sober at the time, but at least he didn't have the braces to contend with anymore. He just went slow and easy. He kissed and licked at the crown of Max's cock, slipped his tongue into the little pocket of foreskin where the taste was strongest, and used his hand to jack off the rest.
"Yes, yes, oh, yes," Max kept saying on repeat, breathy but not very imaginative. It was the fucking best. His thighs were twitching and Daniel took a moment to rub his face over the soft skin there, pinking it all up. He went back to sucking, taking more into his mouth, feeling brave, feeling powerful. "You want me to say it?"
He did and he didn't. Daniel's mouth made a weird slurping noise, unintentional, so he pushed down further, moaned around Max's dick. It was good. It wasn't what he imagined, but it was what he wanted.
"Daddy," Max said, voice tentative, but Daniel's cock pulsed between his legs and he sucked and swallowed. "Yes, daddy," said Max, firmer. "Feels good, yes."
Daniel sank down far enough that his chin brushed Max's balls, and Max flinched, a tiny thrust that made Daniel cough. He pulled off and cleared his throat. "You don't have to," he said, voice already rough.
Max touched Daniel's temples again, feather-light. "If it's what you want," Max said and trailed off expansively.
Anything, he meant. He'd do anything for Daniel.
"Just come, yeah?" Daniel said. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then pressed his face into the tender crease of Max's groin. "Just take what you need."
Max took himself in hand and started jerking off, the knuckle of his pinky finger rubbing Daniel's ear as he stayed put, just breathing in with his mouth open. "I'm going to come very quickly," Max said. "You're very--Daniel, I can't stop it."
Daniel turned his head and lapped at Max's balls, and then Max was groaning above him and coming, crushing Daniel's head between his legs. Some of it dripped down his dick until Daniel could taste that too, sharper and disgusting and wonderful. It was so good, and Daniel was dizzy with how much more he wanted, how he didn't want it to ever end.
When Max cooled down he let Daniel up. Daniel's own cock made an obscene tent in the fabric of his boxers. He was lightheaded, desperate to be touched. He was standing, and Max was looking up at him, eyes rimmed red and blue as a swimming pool, as tear-stained as Daniel had hoped. Max hooked his fingers into Daniel's waistband and yanked the boxers down. Daniel's cock bobbed. Max stuck out his tongue.
What a day to learn that Max had no gag reflex. That Daniel could sink straight into his throat and fuck in and out at his own pace. "Holy fucking shit fucking fuck shit cunt fuck," Daniel grunted like Max was dragging it out of him. "Shit, baby, fuck. You're so fucking, fuck. Max. Maxy."
Max's eyelashes fluttered and he breathed through his nose, the air tickling the sensitive skin at the base of Daniel's dick. And then he grabbed Daniel's ass and pushed him in, made him sink all the way and held him there, closed his eyes and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed. There was nothing for Daniel to do but give in and come with his dick buried to the hilt.
He must have toppled over, because in the next moment he had his face smushed up against the window of his motorhome and Max scrambling beneath him, pushing at Daniel's hips and teeth scraping as he freed himself. Daniel felt like he was moving through hot, sticky honey, collapsing onto the couch with his dick still spurting and Max rolling onto the floor.
But Max was laughing, saying, "Daniel, you're so unbelievable, oh my god," and smacking him on his butt. His ankles were all tangled up in his boxers. He was a mess. He couldn't help but laugh back.
"I think I'm broken. You broke my brain."
"Obviously," Max quipped. He pushed at Daniel's side until Daniel turned over onto his back, and then Max laid down on top of him. He was fucking heavy in the best way, like a little Maxy-downforce keeping Daniel from flying away.
"We did this backwards," Daniel said, and then when Max gave him a look of confusion he brought their mouths together.
After they were done kissing, for the moment, Max asked, "So you do, or you don't want me to call you daddy?"
Daniel cringed and smiled and laughed again. "I don't think, I mean, maybe. Sometimes, or like, on special occasions? But just Daniel is good."
"Just Daniel," Max repeated. "Thank you, Daniel."
#winterwarmers2024#maxiel#f1 rpf#333#formula 1 fic#what am i doingggggg#this isn't really daddy kink btw#that's a separate story because like obviously max has daddy issues#but this is more about daniel's max issues#sorry to all europeans for posting this at a weird hour!! idk when is the best time for y'all#my fic
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"魈魈..." (xiaoxiao...) "...早. 睡得怎么样?" (...morning. how did you sleep?) "嗯... 想你了..." (mm... missed you...) "但我整晚都在." (but i've been here all night.) "夢裡沒有你... 我想... 我..." (you weren't in my dream... i want to... i...) a sound of frustration. "i wish i could see you in my dreams too..." a pause, then a fond sigh. "then, won't you open your eyes?" "i'm trying..."
a wash of cold water later: "在夢裡也能见到你就好了." "hm?" "that's what i was trying to say..." "i know." "what about you! did you sleep okay?" "...i always sleep well by your side."
tysm to sillycchi for this super cutieful piece!!!!!!! pls consider commissioning them @ kowesilly on vgen !!!!! (pls dont save or use anywhere else!!!)
#♡ a love story!#♡ feat. xiao#♡ kyxiao#//heart dividers from @diviniyae!!!!! <333#//the eepy kyxiao comm is here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#//silly freshly awoken kyra moment !!#//i added stickers on the sides bcus;;;; i got embarrassed seeing the comm so large on my screen oh my !!!!!!!#//kyxiao au xiao is bilingual bcus i say so!!!!#//if u can read cn!! the trad and simplified differences r there on purpose !!
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