#ric writes

[randomidiocyncrazies]

Once upon a time, all who dwelled in this land lived in fear of the Scourge. Adaire the Hero rose up, along with their band of loyal companions, to put an end to the Scourge’s tyranny. The Scourge met their demise at the end of the final confrontation… but so did Adaire, celebrated and mourned for their great service to the world. Tonight marks the twentieth anniversary of the Hero’s passing. They had achieved immortality through their untimely death, living on in the hearts of all free folk. The people sing of Adaire to celebrate their triumph over the Scourge, and build monuments to honor their sacrifice; the land still bears the evidence of the final battle, mementos of a legend who was once flesh-and-blood like you. As one of their companions on that fateful Quest, do you recognize the figure preserved in worshipful praise and witty ditties? What will you do to preserve your friend's legacy?

To commemorate(?) the end of Sousou no Frieren's anime next week, I have written a hack of Alex Robert's For the Queen that is heavily inspired by the themes in Frieren. The play-test form is up above, and I will send you the text version of the game next week when the final episode of Frieren airs...

[bluerosefox]

Protecting Family

Hmmm

I'm on a Danny is Dick's child kick rn so I'm making more.

But lets add in some Ghost King Danny!, Dad to a deaged Ellie and Dan! And toddler Mar'i Grayson.

Danny was conceived during Dick's amnesia year when he was Ric and the woman couldn't find him to tell him (or maybe the Owls caught wind of the pregnancy and took her) and he ended up somehow (hmmm maybe a meddling time keeper?) with the Fentons.

Danny grows as a Fenton, he knows he was adopted btw, then becomes Phantom, protects Amity, becomes the Ghost King and things seem to be going okay between Amity Parkers and the Infinite Realms since they took care of the GIW problem, AND has been a good doting teen dad to his deaged 'cousins/clones' turned kids.

Danny was going to go pick his kids up from daycare one day when CHAOS happens. Just as he wrangles Ellie onto his shoulders, cause she wants to be tall today, and about to take Dan's hand cause he's and I quote "A big boy and not a baby like Ellie, Dad!" he suddenly feels the tug of his family being in danger.

Thing is, its a blood related danger. Meaning someone blood related to him was in grave danger, and by the emotions he can feel, its someone young, way younger than him.

Problem.

The only people Danny knows with his blood in their veins and are young enough for the feeling are with him.

So who?

But due to Danny being a protector spirit AND knowing the feeling is from someone as young as his own kids, Danny decides to use his Ghost King Powers to summon said person from the danger to him.

Danny opens his free arms out just as a tiny toddler with black hair like his own but with bright green eyes, even the sclera were green, in a ruined party dress drops from the sky from the summoning circle that had opened above him.

Danny stares at the terrified child, whose hands are tied by rope and was crying, and takes notes of certain traits she had that he saw every time in the mirror or on his own kids, same eye shape and cheekbones. He can tell his ghost core has claimed her as family but not as his kid though.

No the connection that formed was almost like his connection with Jazz but a bit stronger.

This kid, was his sister. His blood related one.

-Meanwhile-

Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, and his family were freaking the fuck out.

Dick was already panicked when his daughter Mar'i had gotten kidnapped just a few hours ago by the Joker.

Now he was feeling pure dread when his daughter, who was about to be killed, was suddenly pulled into a strange glowing circle at the last minute and disappeared into thin air.

[f1version]

LOST COWBOY HAT ★ DR3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x celebrity!reader (she/her)

summary: You find a cowboy hat while you’re at a photoshoot, then the F1 fandom goes crazy on you because it’s supposedly Daniel Ricciardo’s lost hat.

note: it’s race week for the australian gp, so technically it’s danny ric’s week. have this as my holy offering for the dr3 agenda xx

danielricciardo • Melbourne, Australia

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danielricciardo Someone stole my hat, here’s me smiling through the pain, and our last memory together.

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redbullracing SOS mission find danny’s hat activated

maxverstappen1 translation: he left it at the studio during a photoshoot, and when he came back the next day it wasn’t there

danielricciardo you can just say i lost it. i hate you.

landonorris can i laugh?

danielricciardo NO

yourusername • Melbourne, Australia

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yourusername just found a hat, feeling good xx

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danielricciardo we can fight. maybe at a restaurant, next week, after the race, 7pm. sounds good?

yourusername oh? maybe we could do that, or who knows if there is something available tomorrow? if not, see you on paddock mr ricciardo

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char16lec danny ric did not just hit on a philanthropist super model because he left his hat at a photoshoot and she took it

maxdan11 he really did, what a legend

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danielricciardo a crush is just the beginning of it

yourusername it’ll be fun to find out all of that

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yourusername danielricciardo “i’ve liked you for a very long time now, y/n, it’s ridiculous” this u?

danielricciardo all dates. cancelled.

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yourusername you’re cute or whatever

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mean!daniel & mean!max - a match made in hell

both men snickered behind your back as you poured them their drinks. it was their second of the afternoon. out on the boat. the bright sun was bugging your eyes but you had to stay focused. the tag of the collar you wore gleamed in the sunshine. 'property of max verstappen' the gold tag read against the black leather of the collar that was secured around your neck. and don't think about trying to take it off, max was currently playing with the key to the lock between his fingers. it wasn't coming off until max wanted it off. and while max marked your throat with italian leather, you knew your left ass cheek was bruised after daniel didn't want to keep his hands to himself anymore. he liked watching how the fat of your ass jiggled when he groped and slapped the skin. marking it in a dangerous purple.

"where's the drinks beautiful!" daniel barked a laugh and max nudged him in the side which resulted in them both laughing. max added, "c'mon, i'd hate to cut your allowance." you could feel their hungry gazes on your backside. hungry like animals as you tried to finish making their drinks. most women with enough self respect would've snapped back, even splashing a drink in their faces. but you continued to pour the gin into the cup with shaky hands. almost dropping the bottle on the counter when you felt the shock of pleasure race up your spine. you slammed your free hand onto the counter and tried not to moan. these sick fucks, these horrible sick fucks. you composed yourself and tried to keep on steady legs, but the heels you were forced to wear only made your steps awkward as you brought the drinks to the two men on a tray.

they watched you almost stumble over to them. your breasts bounced with each step. the bikini you wore did little to support your larger chest, but then again you used the term 'bikini' lightly. it was a pathetic excuse for swim-wear. you were certain if max kept you naked all afternoon it would constitute swim-wear better. you handed them their drinks, bent over a little to hand it to them personally. but when you tried to go back to the bar counter to put the tray back, max stuck out his foot. and without thinking you tumbled over and onto the floor.

you almost landed face first with your ass up. you braced yourself with your hands. but even that struck pain through your palms and forearms. you let out a pathetic whine and tried to get yourself up, but you were kept down by a shoe against your back. maybe it was sick revenge. you were christian horner's daughter, and both men had a bone to pick with him. max drove a shit car and daniel had been jerked around enough by the team principal over the years. didn't even give the aussie driver a proper goodbye when he was booted from formula one. it didn't help that max made it all better by slipping a healthy amount of euros into your pocket after each visit. good look telling daddy where you were tonight. you could hear the ice clanking in the cup as additional pressure was placed between your shoulders. "you have to be careful." max's words were attempting to be gentle, but you could hear the venom loud and clear. you squirmed a little under his foot but instead he leaned down to trail the glass across your heated skin, "stupid little thing." he sighed, "if you weren't a horner, you'd just be another dumb slut. you like this don't you?"

you squirmed and both men laughed. it echoed in the depths of your skull. it rattled something in you. a deep need you carried, you did like it. even when you cried, you loved it. max verstappen and daniel ricciardo had no interest in treating you with kindness. with the amount of money they had, and the amount of influence their carried. you could complain to the highest court about the bruising and intimidation and they'd simply laugh at you. even your dear father would suggest you just ignore it. he couldn't afford to lose max anyway. you tried to push yourself up, but max pressed harder, "behave." his tone was dangerous. daniel laughed, "does her old man even know where she is this afternnon?" max shrugged, "i don't know, but maybe we should send her back with a little message for dear horner." then took his foot off your back. both men grabbed you roughly and you ended up in max's lap. his cock up and against your back. "you dress like a slut, you know that right?" max said as he dragged his cold drink between the valley of your breasts, the flesh still barely hidden by the bikini top. both men saw how hard your nipples were getting, "but you like that don't you? you like when men fuck you up." he put the glass to your lips and made you take a sip while daniel quickly finished his. he was knelt between your legs, that max kept open. with a few sips of the strong gin and tonic, you were undressed.

there was a slight miracle to be had as the boat was far enough away from shore that no one could see what the two drivers were going to do to you. nude and vulnerable between two top drivers. the daughter of one of the most hated men in formula one. if anything daniel and max were doing a service to their dear fans. enacting revenge on horner by fucking his eldest daughter. bruising you so nicely. max's cock fit into you nicely and your voice grew hoarse. daniel's fingers were on your clit, teasing you until your back was arched. but, max kept you pinned to him with his strong arms around you middle, "greedy whore." he said. daniel added, "aren't you being a little mean, max?" both men looked at each other and laughed before they said, "no." max fucked you quickly. you could take him easily, he had spent months training your poor pussy to accommodate him. the stretch however burned as he fucked you with little remorse. and daniel's fingers on your clit made you whine louder. there was little time to get familiar. the men wanted it to hurt, to sting. a reminder that horner may jerk them around, but they would do it tenfold on your poor body. maybe you should've stayed the summer at the university you attended, instead of in the jaws of the two. you could feel max so deep and your noises almost became screams when daniel bit at your exposed breasts. your nipple between his teeth as he pulled a little too hard. the noises only got louder when daniel sank two fingers into your aching cunt alongside max's throbbing cock. your eyes rolled back a little and daniel laughed, the noise echoed in your fucked out brain, "eyes open, beautiful. you wanna be awake for this." you had no idea what they'd even try if you lose consciousness. both men were insatiable. the feeling of the double penetration left you hazy, unable to do much but take it. both men spoke, but the words went over your head. their paces were aggressive, especially daniel despite using his fingers to stretch you perfectly. "i see why you have to collar her, max." daniel said before he licked your clit which made you kick out your legs so hard the stupid heels you wore fell off. he looked to his friend, "it's like a dog almost, right? if she wanders a little too far, someone will always bring her home." max placed a heavy hand on your throat and replied, his lips nose up against your neck, "of course. thought about 'leaking' some photos i have of her. make it hard for her to have a job if the whole internet can see her tits." his words were dark, but there was little you could do about it. daniel laughed, "and she can't live in daddy's money forever." max held onto your throat a little tighter as he fucked you, "how does that sound? be my personal little slut forever? stuck with me." you could almost feel his teeth against your flushed skin. daniel laughed, "we don't have to be on shore till tonight, i think that's more than enough time to ruin her reputation." daniel licked your clit once more and you choked out a pathetic moan. it sounded delicious.

you looked like a whore. and whore that didn't even get to finish in the end. max fucked you to completion and when you got close to orgasm yourself, daniel pinched your clit with his other hand and said, "oh no, no, no." his move star smile blinded you, "you don't get to finish, until i do." you tried to form words, but nothing came to mind. you felt on another planet while these men devoured you. eventually they gave you the luxury of a bed below deck, but that only meant more chances for them to bruise your pretty insides. you didn't get to finish until max and daniel finished in you twice each. the cum soaked into your skin, in your hair and the taste in your mouth. your cunt raw and your skin bruised your hand prints and bite marks. by the time they were done, you were sandwiched between them in a crumbled mess on the bed. when max slapped your ass, adding to the bruises, he said, "get up. we want another drink." and when you cracked your eyes open you realized that you wouldn't be wearing a scrap of clothing when you went to the deck. except max's tag around your throat. <3

a/n: some kind of force took over me, i don't know what happened.

[vitalverstappen]

The Tortured Poets Department - D. Ricciardo

summary: snapshots of your relationship with Danny

pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader

warnings: smoking, anxiety, self sabotage

word count: 1.6k

a/n: writing is quite literally the only thing getting me through the danny news so enjoy!

masterlist

the tortured drivers' department masterlist

It wasn’t hard to figure out that Daniel was into the arts. He constantly had a camera in his hands, he had a .jpeg account, and his favorite dates were always to the local art museum. So it was no surprise that when you first started dating, he started to dabble in writing. What did puzzle you was the fact he bought a typewriter for his endeavors. And that he had a habit of leaving it at your apartment. 

“I don’t understand how you keep forgetting this thing. It’s huge” You joked as you flipped your phone camera to show the machine that was collecting dust on your kitchen table. As much as you loved him, you’d never understand why he chose such an antiquated way of putting his stories to life. 

“I left it there again?” He asked “Maybe I should just keep it there. We could start a club: The Tortured Poets Department” 

“Yeah, good luck with that” You said, a smirk plastered on your face. 

The next Grand Prix came quicker than you would’ve liked. You loved watching the race, and loved seeing Danny do what he loves, but you hated that he always ended up self sabotaging. It didn’t matter if it was a race win or if he came in last. He always found something to be upset about.

A frown was plastered on his face as he climbed out of the car. He had gotten fourth, so you would think there was nothing to be upset about, but that’s not how Daniel operates. You were easily able to decode that the finish meant he was either upset that he didn’t get on the podium, or that he didn’t think he deserved to be that high. 

“There is no way I actually got P4.” He began 

“I don’t deserve that” The two of you said in sync, a playfully mocking tone in your voice. You already knew how this was going to play out, as if it was a show you had watched countless times. You had the dialogue memorized.

A sigh escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, your tone becoming more serious, “Yes you do, love. You deserve that and the whole world.”

“You really mean that?” He asked as he pulled away from you, his arms still at your waist.

“Yes, I fully mean that. You’ve hauled that tractor of a car all the way to fourth. You have incredible talent behind the wheel.” You reassured him. 

That night, the two of you returned home to Monaco, where you had a nice, relaxing evening of listening to your favorite songs, smoking, and going through the F1 gossip blogs. It was a guilty pleasure, hearing what everyone had to say about you two. Both you and Daniel didn’t care how everyone felt about you two. If anything, it was funny seeing how wrong the internet was about everything that happened behind the scenes. 

“‘I think Danny and Y/N should get a dog. They’d be such cute pawrents!’” Daniel read and then glanced over at you, wiggling his eyebrows “Should we?” 

“God no” You laughed “ We can barely take care of ourselves. What makes you think we can take care of a dog?” 

Daniel shrugged “True, we’re not Charles and Alexandra. We’re just two idiots” 

“You’re gonna love this one ‘Rumor has it that Y/N Y/L/N is leaving Daniel for another F1 driver.’” You read off of your phone “And guess what the attached photos were of?” 

“What?” Danny asked as he took a bite of the chocolate bar he had in his hand

You managed to form a smirk with the blunt in your mouth as you tilted the phone for him to see. On the screen was a photo of you in the VCARB garage talking to another man. What the world didn’t know was that the unnamed man was your twin brother. 

“Wow, you and Matthew seem pretty close. I heard he’s into you” Daniel joked as he plucked the blunt from your mouth and putting it in his instead

“Oh shut up” You said, the two of you quickly breaking into laughter

The sound of laughter slowly died down as the album that was currently on the record player ended. The walk over to the dresser was like a minefield littered with empty chocolate wrappers.

“How many of these did you have?” You asked, picking one up

“Seven?” Daniel answered, unsure 

“Oh my god you’re ridiculous” You chuckled as you threw the wrapper at him, nearly hitting him in the face. “What do you wanna listen to next?” 

“Charlie Puth?” Daniel suggested, as he put out the end of the blunt “You know, he should really be a bigger artist” 

You thought about his comment for a second as you put one of his old records on, “Yeah, you don’t hear much about him nowadays”

As you climbed back into bed, Daniel rested his head on your chest. Out of instinct, your right hand began running itself through your boyfriend’s curly hair. He took your left hand and started fiddling with the ring on your middle finger - your mom’s engagement ring. Daniel loved playing with it for some reason, but you never questioned why. 

His chest began to rise and fall slower and slower, the fiddling stopped, and snoring began to fill the room. Never in your life did you imagine having a tattooed golden retriever of a boyfriend, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

But the doubts always crept in, and this night was no different. You were awakened by the feeling of Daniel tossing and turning all night, something clearly bothering him.

“You alright?” You muttered, turning to face him

“Wha? Yeah everything’s fine. Can’t sleep that’s all” Daniel spoke

“You usually sleep really well after a race. Something’s up. Talk to me.”

At this point, the two of you were fully awake and sat up in bed. Like you predicted, worry was spread all over his face. 

A sigh left his lips before Daniel spoke again, “Is this too much for you?” 

“What?” You asked 

“The relationship, the media attention. I know there’s a lot that comes with dating me. The cameras, the rumors, me constantly being away. I know it’s a whirlwind that even I can’t keep up with sometimes. Is this all too much for you?” 

Silence overcame the two of you as you became deep in your thoughts. It was a lot on you, and he knew that. It was always tough being away from each other, and you never thought your relationship would have a magnifying glass focused on it. 

But to you, it was all worth it to be with the one you truly loved. Love was about sacrifices and being there for each other regardless. And that’s what the two of you had done. 

“I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a lot to handle” You began “It’s never easy being away from you, or worrying about your safety every weekend. And the constant comments about us aren’t exactly rainbows and butterflies, but honestly? I don’t want it any other way. I chose to be in this cyclone with you. I wouldn’t want it any other way as long as I have you.”

You could hear Daniel release the breath you didn’t know he was holding, “I love you”

“I love you too” 

The reassurance you gave that night was all Daniel needed. Once summer break arrived, he insisted on taking you to your favorite restaurant; the same one he took you to for your first date. He had managed to get you a secluded table with rose petals covering the cloth. 

“Danny, you didn’t have to do this” You said as he pulled the chair out for you 

“Maybe I wanted to” He said as he pushed you in and then sat across

The night was spent talking about anything and everything, from the first half of the F1 season to reminding Daniel why you refuse to eat pineapple on pizza. As the night continued on, you could tell Daniel was getting more anxious about something, but you couldn’t put a finger on what. 

“You know I love you, right?” Daniel blurted out 

Your eyebrows furrowed “Yeah Dan, I do. And I love you too”

“No, I love you, a lot.��� He began as he took your left hand, “More than I thought was ever possible to love somebody. The day I met you I knew I wanted to be a part of your life. I wanted to experience everything that you do. Be there to celebrate your highs and support you through your lows. It has been so much fun getting to live life with you, and I’m so thankful you’ve been doing the same for me.”

Daniel paused as he got up from his seat, his hand still holding yours as he bent down on one knee. As he slid your mom’s engagement ring off of your middle finger, you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. This was happening. This was real life. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, Will you make me the happiest man alive? Will you marry me?” Daniel askes 

“Yes Danny. Yes, yes. A thousand times yes!” You answered, the words falling out of your mouth with ease 

As you two returned to your apartment, the same typewriter Danny bought all those years ago greeted you on your dresser. Dust covered each of the keys, but it seemed to shine with a new brightness. There was something about the machine that drew you in. So you sat down, as if you were greeting an old friend, and blew the dust off the rusty keys, ready to join the Tortured Poets Department with Danny. 

[kigieri]

Meeting The Parents

The Danny Ric Series🍯🦡

Daniel Ricciardo × Reader

Meeting Daniel's parents feels daunting, but he supports and reassures you. He fell in love with you after all, so his parents are going to love you as well.

A/N: Welcome! I hope you enjoy The Danny Ric Series. It is dedicated to the wonderful man that brought so much joy to Formula One and its fans. I sadly did not feel inspired to write the actual meeting, but I hope you will enjoy this little fic anyways.

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It was daunting, the mere idea of meeting his parents. They had been together for almost a year, but in between the F1 season and her own job she had not yet made it to Perth and the home where he grew up. This, however, was about to change.

Standing in front of the mirror she tucked at her dress. It was one of her favourites, just long enough that she was perfectly comfortable and a fabric that made her feel good. She let her hands glide over it, trying to calm herself.

It was not the first time she would speak to Daniel's parents. She had participated in a few phone calls. Even the odd facetimes here and there, but she held herself in the background, not wanting to intrude on their time.

Even though, with the Ricciardo family, that was easier said than done. Daniel had been so proud to introduce them and his mother always asked for her to just shortly pop in front of the camera and to say 'hello'. They were always greeting her with enthusiasm and a joy that was contagious.

Now she stood in front of the mirror in their hotel room. They had, at her insistence, booked a hotel for the night. Daniel had told her time and time again that that was not necessary, but she was refused to meet his parents at 2 AM after flying for over ten hours.

That argument had also, ultimately, convinced Daniel. He did not want his parents to drive multiple hours to come pick them up, which they insisted on, and neither did he want to drive that long in the night himself.

In the end, they had settled on taking a room at one of the fancier hotels at the airport. They had checked in right after getting their bags and collapsed on the bed. Now, a good night of sleep richer, they had only a bit of time left until they needed to check out. Daniel's parents were going to pick them up and drive them to their home.

She walked over to the vanity, picking up her earrings and putting them in. Daniel had sat down on the bed after getting ready. He was marginally less concerned, since he was not about to meet anyone new, but her worry worried him in return.

"You look great. Stop worrying. They already love you, your outfit is not going to change that, and neither is your self-doubt. I know it's stressful, but it is really not necessary." He smiled at her, but she just looked at him with slight concern on her face, clearly now thinking about all the possible ways she could unintentionally mess up.

Daniel stood up and walked over, taking her hands in his and kissing them. "You look absolutely stunning, as you always do. But they're going to love you either way, because even if you turn up in a jumper and jeans, they're going to be convinced by your personality. Which is what I fell in love with." She looked at their hands, squeezing his slightly. "I know their approval means a lot to you, so I simply want to be perfect."

He shook his head. "No, don't even start that. You are perfect just the way you are. I simply want you to be who you are. The lovely, caring, empathetic woman I fell in love with." He lifted her head by the chin to kiss her. "Okay?" He asked and she nodded in return.

They gathered their last remaining belongings and after looking around the room one last time to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything, it was not as if they'd unpacked much, they left.

While waiting for the elevator, she stepped from one foot to the other. Daniel regarded her from the side. He understood her nervousness, his parents were very important to him, but so was she. They already loved her anyway. He could not stop gushing about her and the few interactions they had had were enough for his mother to make jokes about grandchildren and for his dad to talk about wedding bells.

This was not even taking into account his sister and nephew that had already met her at this year's Australian Grand Prix. They had absolutely loved her and she was so wonderful with children, he knew his sister was just waiting for the next time she'd get him alone to start making innuendos.

The elevator arrived and they both stepped in, their luggage was going to be brought down for them, they did not need to worry about it. She pushed the button for the lobby and, while watching the doors slide shut, she reached for his hand. "I love you, and they're going to too. You're amazing." He smiled at her. She didn't look back at him, her gaze focussed on the elevator doors. "I know. I know, okay... They're super friendly. I love your mom, your dad is cool, but I'm still nervous okay?" She looked at him and he was hit by a wave of adoration for her, that he might never get used to. He squeezed her hand. "Yes, okay."

As it is announced that they had reached the lobby, the doors open and Daniel could already spot his parents. Meeting them might be a bit nerve wrecking but, as he had said, there was nothing to be afraid of. He adored her and so would his parents.

@kigieri 2024. All rights reserved. Do not copy, steal, translate or repost any of my work.

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miss you so | DR3

PAIR. daniel ricciardo x model!reader

SUMM. all good things must come to an end, and unfortunately, you and daniel weren’t an exception.

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user i don't know if i want to be her or be with her

user she ages like fine wine wow! ⤷ user not you acting as if she's 50+ 😭 she just turned 32 last month

user the caption??? “in a while”????? ⤷ user i don't want to believe the rumours but...

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user IS THAT A FRANK LYRIC?? ⤷ user ??? ⤷ user it's from a song called miss you so ⤷ user "i was always taking pictures cause i didn't want to miss a thing" 😭😭 ⤷ user "cause i didn't want to miss you bad" hurts even more 😭

user unfollowed and deleted all their posts together... i don't want to believe it

user chat is this real (pls say no) ⤷ user sorry, buddy 🙃

[n0vazsq]

Romantic homicide | DR3 x Reader

pairing . . . daniel ricciardo x ex!reader

summary . . . Deciding to call Daniel after you two broke up, you never expected to hang up with the possibility of getting back together

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . why is d4vd so good??? in my d4vd angst era fr fr. HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The rain beat gently against the window, the steady rhythm almost lulling you into a sense of calm. It had been a long week, one of those weeks where time felt like it moved slower, and everything felt like a blur.

The day was dim, the gray sky casting a quiet haze over everything. You sat on your bed, legs tucked under the soft comforter, phone in hand. Daniel's name glowed on the screen, a reminder of something you couldn’t quite shake.

You hadn’t talked in weeks. Months, really. A whole season of races had gone by without a single message exchanged between the two of you.

No texts. No calls. Just silence.

It wasn’t like you were mad. Not really. It wasn’t even that you hated him. It was just that... things had faded. Like the tracks he raced on, slippery, uncertain, fading into the distance.

Your relationship had been one of those summer flings that felt so perfect, so effortless, in the beginning. The kind that starts in the heat of the moment and then, before you know it, slips away with the change of seasons.

You’d spent those days wrapped up in him. His laughter, his presence, his passion for racing. It had all felt so real. So natural. But time has a way of wearing things down, of shifting priorities, and in the end, that’s all it was. Just a memory.

Still, you couldn’t forget it. And maybe that was your mistake. Maybe it was a mistake to hold on to the ghost of something that was never going to happen again.

But even with the fading memories and the lingering pain, you missed him. You missed the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his next race, the way he’d laugh at the stupidest jokes, and how everything felt right when he was near.

You stared at the phone in your hands. You should’ve deleted his contact by now. Should’ve let it go. But you hadn’t.

You could hear his voice in your head, his teasing tone, the way he always said, "You think too much, you know that?".

And maybe you did. Maybe you thought about him too much. Maybe that was your downfall. But there was something about him, something about his presence, that made you feel like you could just let go. Like you could trust him. If only...

You took a deep breath, glancing out the window. The rain was starting to slow down, leaving behind the smell of wet concrete and fresh air. You could feel your pulse quicken, your heart racing a little faster than it should. You hadn’t planned on reaching out, but somehow, the weight of silence had become unbearable.

You unlocked your phone, fingers hovering over the screen. The message you had typed out earlier in the week was still sitting there, unsent. It was simple. Just a few words. "Hey, how have you been?".

But every time you went to send it, something stopped you. Something held you back.

And now here you were again, caught in the same cycle of hesitation. Should you send it? Should you not?

Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your hand, snapping you from your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the name flash on the screen.

Danny Ric.

Your thumb hovered over the screen. You could answer. You could see what he had to say. You could ignore the creeping anxiety that gnawed at you, telling you to let him be.

Maybe he’s just checking in, you thought. Maybe it’s just a casual thing.

You tapped the green icon before you could second guess yourself.

The phone clicked, and the line rang. You braced yourself for the familiar voice, for the warmth you hadn’t heard in so long.

"Hello?" His voice was a little breathless, as if he’d just gotten out of a car or off a plane. But it was still him.

Daniel.

The man whose name you’d been saying in your head for weeks, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

"Hi," you said, your voice sounding a little shaky, like you hadn’t used it in forever. Why am I so nervous?

"Hey, it’s been a while," he said, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone, but also a trace of something else. Something softer, almost nostalgic. "How are you?"

Your mouth went dry as you thought about the answer. You could say 'fine' or 'good'.

You could lie. You could say the last few months hadn’t been difficult, that you hadn’t thought about him every single day.

But you knew that wasn’t the truth. And if there was one thing you’d always been good at, it was being honest. At least with him.

"I’ve been okay," you said, the words coming out slow and measured. "Just… thinking about things."

"Yeah? What kind of things?" His voice was gentle, like he was trying to find his way back into your world.

You swallowed, the lump in your throat growing. "Us. I guess. Everything that happened, and why it ended the way it did."

The silence that followed was heavy, thick. You could hear the faint hum of his breath on the other end of the line, the absence of words filling the space between you both.

Finally, Daniel spoke again, his voice quieter now. "I didn’t want it to end like that. You know that, right? It wasn’t easy."

"I know," you said softly. "But distance... racing... it just... you were always gone. I couldn’t keep waiting for something that wasn’t there anymore."

There was another long pause. You could hear the sound of a car in the background. Maybe he was in his hotel room, or on the move again.

"I didn’t want to be the one to hurt you," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "But I think I did anyway."

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of his words settle deep inside you. The truth was always a little harder to swallow, but it felt real, at least. Like maybe you both hadn’t given up just yet.

You opened your eyes, staring out the window again. The rain had stopped completely now, leaving the air crisp and clear. But the world still felt unsettled.

You couldn’t undo the past, but maybe, just maybe, you could find a way forward.

"Do you think we could try again?" You whispered, before you even realized you’d said it out loud.

The pause that followed felt like an eternity. Then, softly, Daniel’s voice came through, full of hesitation and hope. "I don’t know, but maybe we can try... talking again. See where it goes."

You smiled softly, a tear slipping down your cheek.

"Yeah," you murmured, "Let's see where it goes."

[tastycitrus]

there's an alternate timeline where the new 52 reboot kept all three batgirls but retconned all the robins except for dick, who went back to being robin with nightwing banned from being mentioned at all

[kelaeri]

Spoilers for Nightwing #50/69 and Joker War

I was reminded of this during my re-read of Tom Taylor's Nightwing. But anyone else just a little annoyed so many people seemingly forgot Dick's amnesia and Ric Grayson wasn't from KGBeast?

I mean, yes, the bullet in his head definitely didn't help and it was the catalyst for essentially everything that happened after, but it wasn't the actual cause for his prolonged memory issues-- it was Dr. Isabella Haas, the doctor who had been treating his brain injury since Day 1 who oops was actually a member of the Court of Owls with access to a magical crystal that could warp someone's sense of identity (Nightwing #69). Yeah that might be important.

"I built a new you inside your mind, Richard." I don't know about you, but with an admission like that, it seems pretty clear to me who's responsible here.

But then I see so many comments like "I'll never forgive KGBeast for Ric Grayson" and ??? Literally the moment Dick gets a hold of that crystal and uses it, his memories return to him. This was 100% a Court of Owls thing. And I thought this misconception was only fandom at first, but Tom Taylor totally glosses over this too in Nightwing #91.

Hello? I know Joker War didn't get the best reception, but we're ignoring some pretty significant context here! And if you know Nightwing, then you know just how important he is to the Court of Owls. Gray Son of Gotham anyone? There was a whole prophecy about him. The Court has been after him for years. But yeah sure, let's just throw that away and put all the blame on KGBeast.

[heavenlytouches]

Hi

The Walking Dead x Rick's Sister Reader please?

Y/N was in a special unit but she was bitten so they tried an experimental treatment on her, the virus was stopped but she had bloodshot eyes, black veins all over her body and increased aggression and less ability to talk more growls but the infected don't notice her when she's around. She runs away from her brother, but he convinces her to come with him.

Hello love!! Thank you so much for this great request! I really love your idea, it's great. I hope you'll like this one ^^ El <3

Rick Grimes- find a way

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FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- none

BROTHER! Rick Grimes

Post-infected reader

Rick Grimes

The moon hung low in the night sky, its pale light filtering through the twisted branches of the barren trees. You could hear the faint rustling of leaves, each sound amplified in the heavy silence of the world that surrounded you.

You had once been part of a special unit, proud and trained, but the bite had changed everything. It was a nightmare—once human, now straddling the line between survival and something monstrous.

The experimental treatment had saved your life, but it had left you more beast than person. Bloodshot eyes, black veins like gnarled roots spiraling across your pale skin, and an unsettling growl that replaced words.

Tonight, you were running away from your brother Rick, who had cared for you with an intensity that made your heart ache. You could feel him close behind as you darted through the remnants of what used to be civilization, but you didn’t want to see him. You didn’t want to hurt him, and you couldn’t bear to have him look at you with those eyes full of worry and love.

With each step you took, anger and fear coiled tighter in your chest. You glanced back briefly, catching a glimpse of his familiar figure shadowed by the moonlight- a pillar of strength, always brave, always careful.

“Stop!”

He called, voice thick with desperation, breaking the stillness of the night.

But you didn’t stop. You kept running, the weight of his concern trailing behind you like a haunting whisper.

You had become something else. Something dangerous. You brushed past the remnants of a crumbled street, the echoes of the past whispering secrets you no longer understood.

Rick wasn’t like the others, the ones who had succumbed to the virus. He could always see you- his sister, the one he fought for. The thought made your pulse race, a painful reminder of the love you wanted to reject for both of your sakes.

As the infection spread through the world, Rick’s world, you had become an unwanted weapon, a living danger lurking within the shadows.

“Please! You... don’t understand!”

You felt the words bubbling up, but in this wretched state, all that escaped your lips was a low, deep growl. It sent shivers down your spine, and you clenched your jaw shut, refusing to acknowledge the truth- you were losing yourself.

Rick's footsteps grew louder, and it lit a fire of panic within you. You didn’t want him to catch you. The thought of him seeing you in this state made your insides twist with a primal urge to hide.

But even as you ran, you could hear his comforting voice cutting through darkness.

“I won’t leave you! You’re still my sister! We’ll find a way!”

The relentless pounding of your heart echoed with every growl that reverberated in your throat. Instinctively, you knew that the infected didn’t see you as one of their own.

They passed by, oblivious, but only because you controlled the monstrous side of yourself, the side that wanted to rend and tear. If Rick were to come close, if he were to truly see the horror that was now you, there would be no way to reassure him.

You hurtled through the void, branches clawing at your arms. The truth flooded your mind- the experimental treatment hadn’t eradicated the virus; it had transformed it, refined it into something that twisted your very humanity.

You hadn’t asked for this battle; you hadn’t chosen this path. The growls emerged, and as you reached the edge of a dilapidated building, you heard Rick bark your name again, filled with both fear and determination.

“Please! Just let me help you!”

Your feet slowed, the instinct to flee stalling as his voice wrapped around you like a familiar embrace. Torn between the ferocity growing within and the warmth of familial love, you gasped, the remnants of your humanity surfacing.

In that very moment, you turned to face him.

Shoulders squared, chest heaving, bloodshot eyes locked onto his, you growled again- a low, instinctual response to the fear that clawed at you. But beneath that growl, the fragmented pieces of you screamed for help, for understanding.

Rick took a cautious step forward, his jaw tight but his eyes unwavering.

“You’re not a monster...”

He said, voice steady, holding your gaze like a lifeline.

“You’re my sister. Whatever happened, we can face it together.”

You felt the weight of his words, the truth they carried. And yet, the tears that you couldn’t allow to surface burned from within. Rick drew nearer, a beacon of hope shining through the murky fog of your existence, and it began to crack the hardness pooling around your heart.

With a sudden rush of energy, you fell to your knees, the growl subsiding as anguish rippled through you. Your vision blurred, the black veins pulsing like dark rivers beneath your skin.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you..” You finally managed to whisper, your voice raw and quivering, a faint echo of the sister he remembered.

Rick knelt before you, the distance between you closing like a bridge forming across an abyss.

“You won’t hurt me. We’re in this together. I swear it.”

The deep-rooted instinct that had driven you into isolation began to ease. You felt the layers of fear start to peel away.

Yes, you were different, yes, there was darkness creeping inside you, but there was still a flicker of light- a bond forged through love and resilience.

As you looked up at him, your heart full of conflicting emotions, you understood that if you were going to fight against what the world had made you become, you wouldn’t do it alone.

“Okay. I’ll… I’ll come with you.”

You managed to say before another growl ripped it's way out of your chest. Rick didn't back out. He just stood there, looking at you.

Rick smiled, a mixture of relief and pride lighting up his face.

“Let’s find a way to make it through this. Together.”

And as you stood to face the chaos ahead, the shadows breathing around you, they faded just a little, replaced by the bond of family. The last remnant of hope in a world gone dark. It was time to reclaim who you were, and with Rick by your side, you would find a way.

I hope you liked this one!! I really adored this theme, it's so unique and cool. Remember guys, I write for a lot of characters/fandoms and requests are always open!

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[randomidiocyncrazies]

In which Ishimaru receives advice and assurance of varying dubiousness from his classmates concerning one Oowada Mondo. (IshiMondo, rated T)

Dangan Ronpa fic? in 2k24??? it's more likely than you think. Give it a try if you like outsider perspectives and rom-com hijinks!

[mysterycitrus]

Just curious but I don't get why DC fans hate Tom Taylor's guts.

He seems like a sweet guy and I found his work on Nightwing and Superman: Son Of Kal-El to be fantastic. And, no. I refuse to believe he "secretly co-wrote" the hated Ric Grayson storyline or the controversial Superman Unity Saga (where Jon Kent is aged up).

I just don't get it.

if ur sincerely refusing to engage with the documented, legitimate criticism with taylors work that is easy to find online if u decide to look for it then i can’t help u babydoll

[f1version]

BIRTHDAY, HAPPY! ★ DR3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem! gf! rbr admin! reader

summary: it’s daniel’s birthday, the red bull admin needs to post some celebrations! (spoiler: that’s his girlfriend)

notes: i know i have other stuff to post but… a daniel blurb doesn’t hurt anyone!! HAPPY B-DAY TO HIM!

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redbullracing You may know him as the Honey Badger, but we know him as Happy, so… HAAAAAAAAAPPYYYY birthday, Happy! ＠danielricciardo

#F1 #RedBullRacing #birthday

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danielricciardo Aww, thank you team!

redbullracing Always for you 🙌

scottyjames31 that’s one happy man!! ❤️❤️

yourusername those are some clever words admin!

redbullracing thank you admin! 🙏

dansburrito4 i love admin

lecciardo7 long live y/n the admin ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL!

redbullracing

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redbullracing A 1–2 in an entertaining sprint, the birthday boy ＠danielricciardo is here for it 🤩!

Sprint Result 🏁 Max P1! 🥇, Checo P2! 🥈, SAI, STR, ALO, HUL, OCO, RUS, NOR, HAM. #F1

#AustrianGP #RedBullRacing

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maxverstappen1 he’s just THAT guy

yourusername TRUE 👏👏👏

redbullracing YES MAX 🙌🙌

maxverstappen1 why are you like this

redbullracing

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redbullracing Now the sprint is out of the way… more birthday celebrations for Happy. Here are some of our favorite moments with him!

#F1 #RedBullRacing #DanielRicciardo

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yourusername WONDERFUL

redbullracing Right? We love him! 🥰

redbullracing

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redbullracing Now some admin favorites!

#F1 #RedBullRacing #DanielRicciardo

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danielricciardo One of the many reasons why admin is my favorite❤️‍🔥

redbullracing Tell us more about these “many reasons” 🧐

redbullracing’s insta story

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yourusername Birthday, Happy! You are my favorite person to photograph on the team, so here are some of favorites!!!

👥 danielricciardo

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danielricciardo thank you so muuuch! You’re MY favorite person in general ❤️❤️

yourusername OKAY, competitive! 😭

[samu-writes]

CHALLENGES MASTERLIST

What is Challenges?

Challenges is a series of One Shots about different mental/physical health topics, varying from pretty much fluff to hurt/comfort or pure angst.

What parings can you find?

- lestappen

- yukierre

- loscar

- galex

- bearnelli

- brocedes

- carlando

One shots: (the meaning of the status can be found in the main masterlist)

- Picky Eater [lestappen; arfid; first date] 💜

- The Good and The Bad [lestappen; arfid; hurt/comfort] 💜

- Wish I Could Take Your Pain [yukierre; chronic pain; falling in love] 💜

- Even The Air Is Too Loud [loscar; autism; platonic love] 💜

- Fool’s Gold [galex; self harm; getting together] 💜

- Inadequate [oscar piastri&lando norris; autism and adhd; self discovery] 💜

- Family Line [lestappen; child abuse; gumpy x sunshine] 🧡

- Orange Juice [daniel ricciardo&max verstappen; eating disorder; found family] ❤️

- Warrior of The Mind [loscar; derealisation/depersonalisation; coming out] ❤️

- Little Bear [oliver bearman&charles leclerc; age regression; caretaker!charles] 🧡

Requests:

Open!

[greatestrival]

RICCIARDO'S ROAD BACK, for GP RACING APRIL 2024 ISSUE

Words: Alex Kalinauckas, Pictures: Motorsport Images and Red Bull Content Pool

scanned by me (please credit if you repost thank you!)