#reckless-rider
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bluntloyalist · 4 months ago
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Hello I hope your doing well!
Do you have any wind breaker fic recs?
hey ! im chillin, hope ur doing well also :]
hmm maybe...i went on an ao3 kick a few weeks ago but since then ive been too scared to go back lol, lemme look thru my screenshots rq. in the meantime ik i have 2 or 3 saved here in the tag
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zukkaoru · 8 months ago
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For the ship grid: chuuran, nobamaki, and shokohime
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i also need chuuya and ranpo to tear each other apart. bonus if chuuya still has the fangs i mean what who said that did you guys hear something
anyway gege may hate all his female characters now but he sure does know how to make every female character he writes a lesbian
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blobwithapencil · 1 month ago
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hi hello! your kunikida in chappell roans dress is *chef's kiss* amazing beautiful i love her <333
hi bestie thank you <3
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microwavedblobbrain · 5 months ago
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OENEIDNRBSJEJRNSIEBBFAIHE
So um guess who just watched Dan Heng split the water and oh I am so unwell
They should just give me his imbibitor lunae form for free actually (<- wants him so incredibly badly)
lmaoooooo
it’s fine he’s sure to get a re-run,,, eventually
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microwavedblobbrain · 8 months ago
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wdym we were talking on discord like last week- nvm that was two months ago
anyways as you can tell my sense of time is v warped rn but that's just the usual lmao
I DIDN'T CHECK TUMBLR YESTERDAY BUT HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY BESTIE I LOVE YOU (platonic) 🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉💥💥💥💥🎊💥💥🎉🎉💥🎊💥💥💥🎉💥<333333333
OMG THANK YOU BESTIE!!!! I LOVE YOU TOO (/p)!!!!! <3333
How have you been?? its been a while lmao
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trans-xianxian · 6 months ago
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*holding my little wei wuxian plush in my hands* please mr yiling laozu help me pass my drivers test
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truelazymaker · 7 months ago
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Doodle from school (yes, I draw while in class because there's nothing to do anyways).
Random got an idea in the middle of class so I got my phone and went to drawing whatever this us.
I like giving my baby pain :) It's for great character development.
(This is not canon, it's just some random stuff-)
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AU belongs to @onyxonline
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sojourner-between-worlds · 7 months ago
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Lucy "just reckless enough" Carlyle 🤝 Jack "don't do anything breath-takingly stupid" Starbright
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dragonfoods · 3 months ago
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I was thinking about parallels between the younger generation and the older characters in the Empyrean series, there are more obvious ones like Violet recognizes that Mira is basically Lilith junior. But it just occurred to me that Cat is probably similar to Fen Riorson, personality-wise and motivation-wise to some extent
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buckets-of-creativity · 7 months ago
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Tangent incoming: I don’t grasp reckless motorcycle drivers
Like at all
You got your license. I’m pretty sure all lessons cover how dangerous bikes are? Do you think being stupid is cool? I do not at all grasp fucking around and finding out with the number of ways a bike can maim, mutilate and outright kill you.
Mild gore/limb loss warning, but I know an officer who responded to a guy who hit a pinecone, got flung, and hit a sign which ended up taking his whole arm off
Like as far as I know that dude wasn’t even being stupid???
Anyway I just saw this passenger on a bike flip a car off and lady. We are in the South of USA. Post covid the number of people shooting others for honking got ridiculous. You are on a bike. How are you gonna be an aggressive bastard on a bike literally anything could kill you rn
If I (for some absurd reason) rode a motorcycle I’d be the nicest mfer on the road are you kidding me? Absolutely anything and everything could kill me I’m not about to piss off the wrong temperamental asshat in a truck or something
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emeraldxphoenix · 7 months ago
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@cffidelityy continued from here
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The god briefly averts his face to hide the smug smile curling at his lips, ignoring the worried expression of the stable hand at the princess’ displeasure. It’s asking for trouble, Loki knows, engineering such close proximity when he desires his wife so badly, but the trickster can’t resist the opportunity to hold her so close ��� and who knows, maybe this outing will persuade Sigyn she finally wants to consummate their marriage.
“Hmm, a terrible oversight,” he agrees, lying cheerfully as he adjusts his body around hers. Smoothly sliding his hands past her waist, Loki reaches for the reins and settles them in his grip. “Ready?” He doesn’t wait for her response before squeezing the heels of his boots against the beast’s sides to set them going.
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microwavedblobbrain · 2 years ago
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thank you for enabling my bullshit <3
The mc is about 16
@reckless-rider making another post 'cause I don't want to blow up that random person's notifs with my bullshit-
So we have our main character, a teenage girl who is a social outcast and gets bullied for perceived 'strangeness'.
One day, she finds an old dusty tome in her school's library while she was hiding from her bullies and decides to check it out to read at home.
At home, she dives into reading it. Within it, the book describes how to summon a powerful Being that could grant her infinite power.
She sees her chance. She knows that if she continues on like this things will only get worse for her but maybe, just maybe, she would be left alone if she were powerful.
So she starts the summoning ritual.
She succeeds and ends up summoning the Being that the book spoke of, but the Being ends up being the Demon King, Nocor.
She explains her reasons for summoning him and requests that he make her powerful enough that none of her bullies would ever bother her again.
The Demon King sees someone far closer to a hurt child than anyone he would be comfortable playing for a fool. Often he sees corrupt, greedy men wishing for infinite power and not considering anyone around them, and he never feels guilty for putting them in their place but... he can't do that to a child.
Unfortunately, there isn't much he can do to help her in this situation. His choices are to either reject the contract and leave her to her suffering, or accept it and try his best to subtly help her.
The choice is easy.
They seal the deal with a handshake, and the main character gains a demon form and the ability to use magic in this form.
Demon contracts, by definition, always include a price. Here, the price is her eternal servitude.
So, the main character ends up being an errand girl for the Demon King, with many wacky hijinks along the way.
Ft. found family, mc getting an angel gf, and angst that grabs you by the throat and asks you if you know your purpose on this Earth.
I have decided that its name is Disillusion: Hellflame (I promise the actual title would look cooler when drawn)
pls don't call me edgy
(also, this is intended to be my lighter, shorter project where I just figure out webcomics and all that stuff so that I don't fumble everything with IoTF, because that is my child and I don't want to fuck that up)
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microwavedblobbrain · 5 months ago
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No I think March has mentioned going to jail once before and if not it's canon to me lmao
so real and true she punched a cop once and Dan heng had to break her out jail cause none of the express crew had the money for bail
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kember-writes · 7 months ago
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Did I hear somebody say dragon fic? I think I diiid....
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microwavedblobbrain · 2 years ago
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*aggressively head bonks you but also rubs up against your leg to beg for food (I have already been fed)*
I am head bonking the mutuals like cats do rn <3
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saintobio · 3 months ago
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⊹₊ ⋆🏍₊˚⊹ ON TRACK.
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when being the WAG of a rookie MotoGP rider earns you the front-row seats to a thrilling race and... an unsightly amount of groupies.
▞▞ pairings. ryōmen sukuna, fem!reader
▞▞ genre. fluff, established relationship, biker boy au, motogp rider au
▞▞ tags. biker!sukuna, motogp rider!sukuna, sukuna rides for ducati, WAG!reader, ooc, profanity, mentions of reckless driving, jealousy, insecurities, accidents, mentions of injuries, sukuna gets a little touchy in the end
▞▞ notes. 1.8k wc. do we miss biker!sukuna? i think we all miss biker!sukuna !! bahaha the influx of biker!sukuna fanarts made me write this. and also bcos i watched motogp clips on tiktok. rbs and comments highly appreciated! :D
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Have you ever imagined Sukuna as a MotoGP rider? 
Well, his passion for bikes didn’t just stay confined to the open road. He knew he was destined for more than just the city’s freeways and the thrill of 1000cc machines. He was, as a matter of fact, made for the track. 
Yes, the scary, dangerous, exhilarating world of high-speed competition.
When he had first told you about competing in MotoGP, you were thrilled for him. Truly, because you knew that the series had been his lifelong dream. Before, he was just a little boy who collected bikes for toys, and now he had the chance to make his dream a reality. So, who were you to stand in the way of that?
In fact, you were incredibly supportive—always present at his races, always cheering for him from the stands. It didn’t matter if you’d lose your voice the next day. You had to be his biggest supporter. And today was just another one of those days where your duty as his #1 fan called for you to be there and root for him with all your heart. 
Today’s MotoGP race was in full swing, and your heart pounded in rhythm with the thundering bikes tearing down the track. They all passed by in a resounding zoom! where your eyes could barely keep up from their otherworldly speed. From your vantage point in the VIP section, you watched intently as the riders navigated the circuit, your eyes never straying far from one rider in particular—Sukuna, your longtime boyfriend, riding a Ducati Desmosedici GP24.
“I’m so nervous,” you murmured, hands clasped together as your eyes remained glued to your lover. 
Sukuna was a sight to behold on the track, and he always told you that his bike was an extension of himself as he maneuvered with precision and aggression. Honestly, it must be scary to be the one riding such powerful superbikes, especially when the roar of engines alone was a symphony of speed and power that sent chills down your spine. And while you were filled with anxiety watching your boyfriend on the circuit, the red and black Ducati eventually flashed past, neck and neck with the Aprilia rider, and the two bikes locked in a fierce battle for the lead. 
You could imagine the commentators keeping a close eye as they narrated the race on live television.
But you trusted in Sukuna’s talent. His ability to escape from cops with his old R6 back in his college days was proof enough of how ridiculous he could get with his speed. He didn’t get a single ticket because he managed to outrun them all. Though, of course, that wasn’t something you should be mentioning to anyone. He wasn’t actually proud of notoriety and history of reckless driving before, especially when he recalled having endangered your life once before while you rode with him as his backpack. 
And since Sukuna upgraded to being a professional rider now, you had your fair share of an upgrade, too. That manifested in the form of being part of the so-called WAGs—or wives and girlfriends of the racers. Life as a WAG wasn’t drastically different from your previous one, except now your boyfriend was a huge global sensation in the biker community, and you had become somewhat of a fashion icon yourself. That wasn’t even an exaggeration, because every time you were seen with him publicly, people would soon be talking about your off-duty looks and outfits all over social media. 
But going back to the main star of the show, your hands clenched around the railing, knuckles white, as the race progressed. It annoyed you that the Aprilia rider was pushing him to the edge but never quite managing to overtake. Tailing the two were the riders for Honda, Gresini, Pramac, and KTM among the few.
Cupping your hands around your mouth, you cheered for your boyfriend. “Go, baby! Let’s go!”
The giant screen above the track zoomed in on Sukuna, his Arai helmet fitting the aesthetics of his big, red bike. The effortless way he handled his bike sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd. There were lots of cheering, screaming, roaring, and… well, squealing. Your head naturally turned to the group of girls nearby who were the very cause of the high pitched noises, their squeals of delight making the other WAGs around you shake their heads in amusement.
“Oh my God, he’s so hot!” 
“Look at him! He’s perfect!” 
“Sukuna, marry me!” 
“I’ll give you my number later!” 
“God, I wanna hook up with him.” 
“Girl, me too!” 
“You think we should wait outside his hotel later?” 
“Count me in!” 
Groupies. You felt a surge of pride mixed with a twinge of jealousy as you watched their frenzied adoration for your boyfriend. Literally. Your fingers were itching to gouge their eyes out. You wondered if he had ever been tempted to cheat, that when you were busy with your own corporate life outside of being his girlfriend, he might have rewarded himself by sleeping with an influencer or two. Probably models, too. Those tall, gorgeous women who often get partnered with him on ads and photoshoots.  
But the thing was, you couldn’t blame them—yes, your boyfriend was undeniably handsome, and his chiseled features and intense gaze made him a magnet for attention. A true eye-candy if you may add. Not to mention, he had the most attractive tattoos you had seen in a man. Ever. 
But he was yours, and that knowledge filled you with a sense of triumph over the hundreds and thousands of girls that were fantasizing about him.
Then, in the middle of your trance, an accident struck.
It was a blur of red and black as Sukuna’s bike suddenly wobbled after the rear wheel slipped on a patch of oil left behind by another rider. You held your breath in, praying to every saint that he remained safe, as you watched him struggle to regain control while the bike fishtailed dangerously. 
“Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh.” Your brain rattled with anxiety as you gripped onto the railings. “Baby, no. No, be careful! You got this!” 
For a moment, it seemed he might manage to stay upright, but then the inevitable happened. Sukuna went down in a matter of seconds, and his bike skidded out from under him in a shower of sparks.
“Oh, shit!” 
A collective gasp rose from the crowd, and your heart was lurching in your chest as you saw how your lover hit the tarmac. The medics immediately rushed onto the track, while you were still awestricken as you stared at the screen displaying his fall. 
“Please be okay, baby! Please,” you muttered under your breath again and again. 
A fellow WAG eventually placed a hand on your shoulders, rubbing you comfortingly. “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry. Their gears are made for this.”
She spoke like true champ, and you knew you could put some trust in her words since she was a seasoned WAG. She had probably seen worst accidents that her husband had gone through while on track.
Still, you couldn’t help yourself. What if Sukuna sustained really terrible injuries? What if he broke a bone or two? What if he experienced a concussion? And if he did, what if he’d no longer remember you when he wakes up? Oh, Jesus. Your overthinking was the true culprit here. Yet there was nothing you could really do but wait for good news and hope that nothing too serious happened. Seconds felt like hours, and you were almost about to faint until you saw Sukuna finally standing up between the medics that surrounded him, waving to signal that he was okay albeit limping a little.
“Thank fuck!” 
“See? I told you he’s fine.”
Relief flooded through you, but unfortunately, such joy ended up being short-lived. Sukuna had lost precious seconds in the fall, seconds that allowed the Aprilia to pull ahead. And by the time he got back on his bike and rejoined the race, the gap was already too wide. 
He crossed the finish line in fifth place, a position that felt like a heart-shattering defeat after having been so close to victory.
As soon as the race was over, you didn’t even think twice when you made your way down to the paddock, pushing through the crowd and the throng of zealous fans just to reach your boyfriend. Your heart was still racing, almost akin to the superbikes that were speeding on the track moments ago, as you desperately looked for the love of your life. Only when you rounded the corner did you finally see him, helmet off and leathers dusty from the fall, talking with his team.
“Lovey!” you called out, face full of worry.
Sukuna was quick to turn at the sound of your voice, his expression softening the very moment his eyes landed on you. With long strides, he removed hi’s gloves and closed the distance between you two, and before you knew it, you were wrapped in his arms, the scent of leather and motor oil enveloping you in a comforting hug.
“Are you okay?” you asked, pulling back just enough to search his face for any signs of injury. “I was losing my mind back there!” 
As if he didn’t just experience a dangerous fall, he had a mischievous smile displayed when he looked at you. “I’m fine, baby. Just a little bruised ego.”
“It’s not a joke,” you whined, arms crossed at his lack of seriousness to the matter. “I was so scared when I saw you go down."
Very sweetly, he cupped your face in his hands and nuzzled his nose against yours. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m still alive, right?”
That’s true, you thought. But also… “You came in fifth,” you said, letting out a quieted sigh. 
But the Ducati rider himself was merely chuckling. Not even an ounce of heartbreak was shown on bis face. “Fifth place isn’t the end of the world, babe. I can live with that.”
You shook your head, not understanding how he could be so calm. Really. “But you were so close. You could have won!” And you’d blame it on your hormones, but you remembered the group of girls who cheered him on and decided to bring it up. “By the way, you had all those girls ready to throw themselves at you earlier. One of them even suggested waiting outside your hotel to hook up with you.” 
“Really? Where are those baddies?” he joked, looking around and trying to spot the girls until you flicked his forehead. “Ow! I was just kidding, babe. You’re the only one riding this dick day and night.” 
“Not funny.”
“But you’re so cute when you’re jealous.” He started attacking your cheeks with squeezes. 
While you, you tried your best to swat his hand away. “I’m not. Stooop—! You’re so annoying!” 
“Okay, okay!” He let out a deep chuckle as he raised his hands in surrender. “Anyway, I don’t care about them. I’ve already won the most important race of all."
You blinked twice in the same second, not comprehending his words. “What do you mean?”
Sukuna’s eyes soon softened into a teasing gaze. “I have my beautiful girl in my arms right now. That’s the only victory that matters to me.”
As much as you tried to contain it, a smile eventually broke across your face. “You’re such a sap!”
“Only for you,” was his elfish response, pulling you closer. 
The celebrations continued around you as the media and the crowd swarmed into the paddock. Sukuna held your waist tightly the entire time, all while acknowledging the people that greeted him and asked him for signatures. While in his arms, you realized that he was right. Winning or losing on the track didn’t matter because he already had you—and that was his true and greatest victory.
As cringe-worthy as that may sound. 
“I do have a request, though.” Your boyfriend focused his attention back on you, giving your bum a playful squeeze in front of everyone before he moved his face closer to your ear. “Make me feel like a winner in bed tonight.”
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