#sf imagines

[forteafy]

seb x reader with prompt " kissing their helmet for good luck before the race" any seb era (you choose) i hope you like the prompt :) <3

♡ Helmet Kisses [1.1K] I couldn't decide which era of Seb I wanted to do; so here's all three!

♡ Red Bull Racing Era

Back in his Red Bull Racing days, Sebastian was known for having a string of lovers; different girls would show up to the race every so often, but never in the Paddock.

Until of course, you came along.

You were the rationality to his chaotic energy, the calm voice in his head before he’d scream down the radio on a particularly bad race. 

Also, the first girl he had in the Paddock. 

Let’s start by saying the team adored you. Finally, Sebastian would show up on time to meetings and wouldn’t start causing chaos during one of Horner’s speeches. 

On the race evening, prior to his second World Championship, he’s all smiles, before walking onto the grid, hopping into his car. 

You at this point, were shyly standing alongside some of the other garage guests; you weren’t too sure what the media would think of ‘Vettel’s new lady, the one who’s stuck around.’

Until there’s a sudden motion from one of his mechanics, motioning at you. 

For a second, you don’t think to move, until he shouts your name, waving wildly for you to come over to the car. 

You can feel your heart race, feeling like the eyes of every driver, mechanic and fan were on you. The only solace you had was Lewis and Mark, having been introduced to Sebastian’s close friends earlier in the weekend. 

When you reached the Red Bull, the mechanic pats your back. You barely notice it, attention drawn to your boyfriend’s helmet-clad head. 

‘You didn’t give me my good-luck kiss!’ He huffed, lifting his visor so his blue eyes could meet your own. 

You can’t hold back the laugh this time. ‘Didn’t you win here without me last time?’ You question the logic. Sebastian simply huffs, not wanting to listen to logic, instead, folding his arms and pouting like a child. 

You end up caving, leaning over the side of the RB7, pressing a kiss to the side of his helmet. 

You don’t miss the cheering from the rest of the grid as you duck your head, cheeks blushing from the interaction as you walk off the track.

You also don’t miss Sebastian’s shout of ‘I want a proper one when I win!

♡ Scuderia Ferrari Era

You hadn’t been able to attend the opening race of Sebastian’s first year with Ferrari; something you’d felt awful about, knowing it was his dream to race for them. 

So here you were, clad in red, engagement finger resting on your left hand, ready to support your husband-to-be. 

He’d been aggravated, Lewis and Nico finishing 30 seconds ahead of him in the opening race had driven him insane. 

He knew he could do better.

So, when he came into to garage, clad in his red fireproofs, (ones you could have fantasies over,) his game-face was on.

You knew better than to interrupt the ins and outs of setting up the car. 

Sebastian had barely spoken to you that morning; he’d held your hand firmly when walking to the car that morning. 

Even in the car, your usual chat and singing along to his ancient music was replaced by a silence. 

The only form of comfort you had been able to offer him was a hand resting on his leg as he drove; a silent promise you would be here for him, not matter the result.  

It wasn’t until one of the mechanics walked past, holding Sebastian’s helmet, that you spoke up, asking if you could give it to him.

He obliged; in his mind, anything to cheer up their driver before the race would be a good thing. 

You had held out the helmet, his eyes widening when he saw that it was you handing it to him. 

Before handing it to him, you lifted the helmet to your face, kissing the part of the helmet where his lips would usually be on his face. 

You grinned, handing him the helmet, winking as you handed it over.

‘That’s your good luck kiss. Go out there and get that win.’ 

There was a massive cheer around the garage as they finally saw Sebastian break into a smile, the first one of the day.

Even Kimi had started grinning, knowing how in love his teammate was. 

After the win he scored that afternoon, the mechanics insisted you joined them for as many races as possible. 

♡ Aston Martin Era

Of course, you were there for Sebastian’s final race. The day had been overwhelming. 

Even though you hadn’t been by his side for the entirety of the day, you had been around the Paddock; your three-year-old daughter clad in Aston Martin merch.

The whole family had to be there for Sebastian; it was his last race after all.

It had been more emotional for you that you’d realised. 

Charles had come up to you, tears in his eyes as he thanked you for looking out for him all those years, even after Sebastian had left Ferrari. 

You didn’t expect the warm hug from Christian, who wished you both the best and had promised the second your daughter got into karting, he would be signing her to Red Bull. 

Of course, Sebastian had given both his girls a kiss before stepping into his car, nestling in his seat for the last time. 

You’d sat in the garage, your daughter on your lap as you pointed to where he was listening to his mechanic; her eyes widened upon seeing her father in the cars she’d seen all day. 

His race engineer nudged you, motioning towards your husband.

‘Go on. Give him one more for old times’ sake.’

You laugh, getting up from your chair and scooping up your daughter, walking through the grid. 

She of course, gives her Uncle Mick a wave, having spent most of her afternoon coaxing him to play imaginary games with her. 

Sebastian clocks the two of you coming across the grid, even though he’s strapped in, he turns his head. 

You can’t see the grin on his face, but you know it’s there. 

Leaning over and kissing the side of his head, it’s as if all of them years had been taken back, back to when you and Sebastian were just kids; the first time you’d ever been seen with him. 

You seem to fly through the years with that one kiss, before leaning up, ready to walk away, until the wiggling girl in your arms whines. 

Giving her a questioning look, she leaned down, arms guided by you, as she pressed a sloppy kiss to her father’s helmet. 

Sebastian’s heart melted.

His girls on his final race, he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

☽ [If you have a headcanon/drabble idea, thought or request, feel free to send it here!] ☾

[velvetwyrme]

Ohhh doodle requests.... perhaps skeleton of your choosing playing video games with reader? Feel free to skip if not inspired ofc ;)

they are not playing the same game but they sure are gaming!!! also yes their legs are all tangled up and if one of them tries to get up, they will fall over.

requests closed!

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Noriyoshi Ohrai.

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

OK FINE I LOVE HIM ALRIGHT??

I MADE HIM A CUDDLE CRITTER

[lets-reblog-stuff]

Since Sal is a convicted criminal in Sally Face universe, imagine teens, especially those from Nockwell (and neighboring towns), DRESS UP as him every Halloween after his trial.

A bunch of teens would wear "the mask", prison outfits, dye their hair blue/wear a wig… not to mention there would probably be plenty of his photos from high school days so some kids would wear pigtails, black hoodies-red pants combo, etc. of course every iteration of the outfit would be drenched with fake blood.

Also, I'm sure, some of those teens would come to the run-down Addison Apartments for some Ouija board sessions to communicate with either his or his victims' spirits.

Sally Face is a viral sensation every Halloween.

[sharkboywrites]

please, a sal fisher x autistic male reader

ur writing is so good and I wish I could write like you. lots of love! <3

Sal Fisher With an Autistic Male S/O

A/N: Yayyy writing for Sally Face I love this game sm, I'm considering replaying it (I need to but it on my switch tho). I just love this game and all of the characters, it holds my heart, so exited to write for it, Sorry it got a lil angsty at the end, but I guess we all know how the game ends :(

Male Reader, Autistic Reader

The two of you probably met through school

You were the 'weird" quiet kid, didn't talk a lot, needed some help in class, and all around didn't have many friends

It was the average school day, the average torture of high school, when Sal showed up

A new kid from New Jersey is what you overheard from all the other kids, but you figured with your luck a new student wouldn't take any type of interest in you

That was until you saw him

A shorter boy with blue hair and a prosthetic mask

He was in your geometry class, and since the rest of the desks and tables were filled up, except for yours because you wanted to sit by yourself and nobody else wanted to sit with you, he sat right next to you

Normally the popular groups of kids would beg the new student to sit with them, find some way to open up a seat, but not this time

But not with Sal, his prosthetic mask and rather cold and blunt demeanor putting everybody else off

Not you though, you knew what it was like to be different

You didn't mind his mask, or his personality, in fact you could relate to him, not that you started talking to him at first, you were still too scared

As the year went on, the two of you did start talking a little bit, chats about the lessons, how much you despised the teacher, and even giving each other the homework answers when you forgot to do it

You saw him in the hallways and on the way to lunch, hanging out with his friends like Larry and Ash, but you never joined them

You would probably sit with them at lunch, that is if you went to lunch

The cafeteria was way to loud, so you were able to sit in the counselors office for lunch instead

It was after Sal defended you from Travis that you actually started to become closer

The two of you talked more often, found you both have similar interests, and bonded on what made the both of you different from everybody else

You even started to get closer with his friend group and finally felt like you belonged there

It was in your junior year when the two of you got together, although you kept it under the radar for obvious reasons (Travis)

You'd spend days going over to the apartment, meeting his dad, listening to him play the guitar, petting Gizmo, playing video games, and doing the usual spooky apartment activities

You never really got into their shenanigans, sometimes Sal would tell you all about them and sometimes he would be more hesitant

But the whole bologna incident was hard to hide, good thing you never ate those sandwiches

It took a while before he took his mask off in front of you, but when he did he was a bit worried you'd leave him completely

It took a lot of reassuring and comforting that day, but he was more assured and felt a lot better, more comfortable around you

After high school you didn't live together, but you were still close

You'd come over to the boy's place as often as you could, to the point they joked that you lived there

Larry and Todd would poke fun of you and Sal about your relationship, but you would do the same to Todd and Neil

When Ash showed back up, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy with the time they were spending together, although you trust the both of them and would probably never admit it

Of course, with Sal doing his best to keep you out of the paranormal activity, you didn't know when things started to go down hill

When it came out about the murders, you were terrified

You testified up and down that Sal would never do such a thing, but the evidence was all there

Before he was gone, he told you that he had to do it, although you couldn't really understand what he was trying to say

And just like that, you were alone again, people constantly bugging you, trying to get information for whatever true crime podcast they were running, even though you tried to ignore it

Once again you were alone, constantly pointed and poked at, and now Sal wasn't here to comfort you

Uggh I hurt my own feelings at the end. I heard there's supposed to be a second game at some point, which I'm super exited for, ty for reading and have a nice day

[devourers-of-god]

Hello again! As I understand it, applications are still open aha... I hope I haven't tormented you (sorry, I'm just wildly delighted with your work, and there are too many ideas in my head)

In general... it seems to me that it is quite difficult for Sally to open up to people, despite the fact that he is a very kind boy. It seems to me that he may be shocked by excessive tactility and emotionality

So, what about an overly active f!reader who likes to hold hands with friends, and hugs at a meeting, and kisses on the cheeks (sorry, this is literally me, and at the same time all my friends are not particularly tactile, aha ...). I was thinking that the reader might like Sal... how do you think he would react? And yes, it can be either fan fiction or headcannons, whatever you want aha. I will read everything with pleasure!!!

HI!! thank you SO much for the compliments, you are the sweetest! You are SO right about Sal D: ANS ALSO you do not torment me !!!! the requests are slow these days and im sooo happy you're taking the time to ask me stuff !I will do a one shot for this lololsorry this took a while to write, I had exams, school and work :P BUTTT I got my drivers licence LOLLL okep thanks for your request!!! and if you ever have more ideas, it will be my pleasure to try and portray your ideas with my writing!

SAL X OVERLY AFFECTIONATE READER

Warnings: None, fluff ? u guys are not dating lololol

Type: Oneshot

Oneshot -

Everyone described you with few words; bubbly, a social butterfly and VERY affectionate. You were not shy to pour your heart out to someone when needed, but you also were the first one to help a friend in need.

You always thought that being this touchy and nice to people was just common manners, until you be friended Sal Fisher.

Sal Fisher was an interesting individual, his everyday life was affected by years of torment explained by his flashbacks. He wasted a lot of his youth because Sal was isolating himself, not talking to anyone, not even his father. Even though his ''beloved'' father wasn't trying to help him to begin with. Though, this caused the young boy to develop an awkwardness to someone's touch and Sally could not properly explain to someone how he felt, he couldn't quite put words on his true feelings. Being touched, brushed or even just the thought of all this, made Sal feel something he couldn't even express. Sal was hollow, basically a shell of a human.

You luckily moved to Nockfell, the infamous town that your family wanted to move in so bad. You and your family landed in the Addison's apartments, there you met the tall Larry Jonhson. It was easy to get along with this guy anyway, you found yourself very lucky that day because the metalhead introduced you to Sal Fisher. You two will eventually end up together, but you don't know that yet.

For you, it was love at first sight. You Immediately complimented the way Sal presented himself. Basically showering him with compliments, especially his mask and hair. It wasn't your fault that you're this friendly, its the usual y/n. Sal Fisher felt almost claustrophobic by your gestures, weirdly appreciated that. You were not aware but this boy is secretly craving compliments, being this lonely for this long had affected the poor boy.

As the weeks passed, you and the blue haired boy hung out often, which made you delighted. You two were eating lunch together while the others had an art project to complete. Mr. Fisher and you were discussing when suddenly Sal made you laugh, your reflexes got the best of you and pushed him gently. Sal smiled to himself as his face turned crimson. ''God you are so funny, you need to stop my cheeks are hurting!!'' You confessed as you chuckled lightly. ''Pretty sure my name is Sal ,y/n'' your crush responded. You punched his shoulder gently, just as a way of saying to shut it. You knew that Sal was not introduced properly to your love language, but luckily you asked his closest friends about all of this. They approved to you that the masked boy isn't disturbed by it. It motivated you to not hide your true self, since your upcoming boyfriend is fond of it.

In an instant, the bell rang. You got up quickly and held Sal's hand to make sure he's following. You didn't want to lose him in the crowded halls right? Or did you just want an excuse to hold his hand? Sal figured this out but never told you.

Arrived to his locker, you were so happy that day and your nature took over suddenly, you peeked a small kiss on the cheek of Sal's prosthetic. '' See ya Sal! Goodluck with your math test-'' You yelled out as you escaped. You were proud of yourself too, you really liked Sal and the only way to show it is with affection and physical touch. You could not believe you actually did that. The next class felt like it was the longest ever, the school system was seperating you from your future lover.

Meanwhile, Sal's train of thoughts was going faster than usual. He froze in place for a good 5 minutes with his face hotter than when he had the flu. He thought to himself that you might like him, but Sal reasoned himself after saying that you probably do that to everyone. He wasn't so special, he thought. Normally, affecting gestures are not welcome for Sal Fisher, but you stood out. He actually felt great in your embrace. Even though he's not quick enough to hug back sometimes, he melts every time.

''Man I know you like her, you don't even let us touch you dude.'' Larry said after Sal reported everything of today. Sal closed his locker door a bit louder than he should've.

''Fuck off Larry. She's just different I guess.'' Sal retorted, what's left of his face turned a tint of pink, ballet pink to be exact. Sal thought to himself that he was pleased that the school day finally ended, they could finally go home and play som- Sal's thoughts were cut off by you hugging Sal as a way of greeting. He felt his legs soften beneath him. Sal's heart skipped various beats. '' Hi Sal!! Oh hi Larry! What are you guys up to after school?'' You smiled wildly as you got closer to Sal, which made him shiver. Larry started to smirk in a more of an evil way ''Oh I'm actually busy tonight but I know that Sal wanted to hang out with you y/n'' Sal bumped into him ''accidentally''.

Your cheeks flushed as you looked away ''I would love to! My parents are picking me up today so- text me okay?'' You ended your sentence with a small wink directed to Sal. You quickly left to go in your guardian's car. Suddenly you didn't feel like walking like everyone else, you were so happy you skipped your way to the car. Sal's jaw was hanging since Larry opened his ''dumb mouth'' as Sal would say.

''Youre welcome my man!'' Larry chuckled.

'' Get lost.''

HELLO!! hope you liked it :) I don't know why, im less satisfied with this.. if there's anything you guys think I should add please feel free to share your thoughts with me!! Per usual, stay safe and MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!! its currently almost 1 am lawd goodnight friends :) P-S: we're almost at 150 followers!!!!!! very exciting :DDDD thank you!!

[tonicandjins]

23 moments with donghyuck

in honor of donghyuck's twenty-third birthday, i present to you,

23 moments with donghyuck

if walls could talk

➼ The first mission with the notorious Lee Donghyuck involved looking for the hoodlums who attacked Na Jaemin during his trip to Beijing. | mafia au

amortentia (the room smells like absolute shit)

➼ The room smells like the Quidditch pitch when you arrive fifteen minutes into the class. | harry potter au

frequent flyers

➼ Donghyuck looks enthralling like this: beautiful even after all these years, charming like he’s the day he turned 21, grown, earnest, and at ease. It’s agonizing to look at from where you sit across the room—hands wrapped around her waist, eyes closing as he leans in, drunk, drunk, drunk like the night you’d left him, heart void of you.

all of the girls you loved before

➼ “Lee Naeun, Kim Haerin, Im Jieun, Lee Naeun again, then Park Yesol,” you enumerate. “You were a ladies’ man!” | all of the girls you loved before by taylor swift au

"it's swowwen."

➼ You find yourself running from your unit’s floor down to the main entrance. Donghyuck needs to be taken care of today, and with Dream’s schedule, none of the managers will be available to tend to him today, which is why they ended up deciding to send him to your apartment for the day.

the first time (coming soon)

smoke in your lungs (coming soon)

that one afternoon in jeju (coming soon)

lights, camera, lee donghyuck (coming soon)

➼ It’s a universally known truth that successful empires come from humble beginnings. In interviews, Donghyuck's grandfather talks about hard work and creating your own vision, which he says he’d learned from his parents who learned it from their parents. He emphasizes the importance of ethics in business and networking, expanding one’s territory by partnership. He brags about working at a young age, getting a degree and an MBA, and how he’d imposed and required higher education for his own children. What he doesn’t talk about is all the arranged marriages the entire Lee bloodline had signed up for—had committed to—to keep the entire expanding like the fucking universe. It just keeps going; there’s no stopping.

starbucks lovers (coming soon)

before the coffee gets cold (coming soon)

i don't wanna be your friend (i wanna kiss your neck) (coming soon)

outer space (coming soon)

[bugs-in-situations]

we are currently redesigning. Every Slugcat (canon and our ocs/au characters) because of Reasons. it's going slowly but we did these slug fables last night

[forteafy]

Hi! Would you like to write one for Charles, where the reader is going through some difficult time (struggling with mental health, work or "big life decisions", up to you) and he's being very supportive and understanding, offering help as well? ❤️

♡ Life Changes [0.8K]

Charles has always been the epitome of ‘boyfriend material,’ so when it comes to helping you out in any capacity, he is there.

He notices all your patterns; when your quiet, the personality he loves oh-so-much is changed into another. He’d do anything to get his girl back. 

So, one evening, he returns from Maranello, craving to see you after an entire week of not sleeping in the same bed. 

His plan is sorted; he’d stop by at your place, pick you up and take you out for dinner. Maybe takeaway, if you guys got…distracted.  

And yet…he can sense something is off the moment he steps into your apartment with the spare key you had given him weeks ago.

You don’t come running to the door to greet him with his hug and pepper sweet kisses across his face. You don’t come to the door, full stop. 

He knows you’re in, though. There’s sound coming from the television, some show you’d watched a hundred times; background sound whilst you sat crouched in the living room, papers scattered around you, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Charles’ heart doesn’t break. It shatters. 

He’s in front of you in an instant, holding your head between his hands, his thumb running across your cheek to remove the tears. 

‘Bébé…hey, hey. Come on. I’m here.’ 

If you’re unable to say anything, he simply pulls you into his chest. His hoodie is soft, it smells of him. You’re unable to hold back the tears now, having been trying to hold it together for so, so long. 

‘I don’t know what to do.’ Your voice sounds so…broken. Charles loves it when you laugh, when you ramble about your favourite things. This…this isn’t you. 

Charles knows what to do. 

Once the tears have subsided, he picks you up, you clinging to him like a koala. 

He carries you into his bedroom, seeing the bed hadn’t been made, dirty laundry everywhere, your room ankle deep in stress. 

Silently, he packs an overnight bag for yourself; Charles has been to your apartment enough to know where everything is. He packs some comfortable clothing, your favourite stuffy, wash things and makeup. 

Then, he reaches out his hand, taking yours in his own and guiding you out of the apartment. 

‘Out of sight, out of mind, yes?’ He confirms with you, locking your front door leading you back to his car. He curses at the forgotten flowers, clumsily leaning over and passing them to you. 

Charles has a new game plan; he books the two of you into a hotel for the evening, bundles you up into one of his hoodies and orders your favourite takeaway. 

He can see how…tired you are. He wants to take that away from you.

Once you’ve eaten, you cuddle into his chest. If you don’t want to say anything, he’ll let you simmer in silence. Otherwise, he’ll let you cry into his chest, sob about everything weighing you down, how you didn’t know what to do next. 

Once it’s out of your system, he brushes your hair out for you, helps you with your skincare and tucks you into his side, hoping you’ll sleep through the next day.

The next morning, his plan springs into action.

Charles books you your favourite form of self-care, whether it be having a manicure, a massage, maybe a hair treatment. He kisses your forehead and sends you on his way. 

Whilst your relaxing, he’s hired a cleaner cleaning out your apartment. Clothing being washed, bed being changed, study things being put away neatly, ready for you to organise when you’re ready.

The last thing he does, is buy a mini whiteboard. We’ll come back to this later. 

He comes to pick you up from your appointment, complimenting you. The smile is slowly returning to your face, looking more and more like his girl again. 

When you get back to your apartment, your heart melts. Charles has a soft smile on his face, seeing the relief of all the tasks you’d neglected completed.

“We’re gonna have a fresh start. We’re gonna get through this together.’

Remember the whiteboard?

Together, you make a game plan. Charles lets your mind wander and ramble freely, making a note each time there’s a significant point about a step you’d like to take. 

You pinpoint each step, and on that whiteboard is a game plan; how you’re going to solve the issue, take your next steps. 

And now there’s a plan? Something to…follow? 

You feel so much more relieved. 

Charles pulls you into his chest, cuddling you so, so tightly, murmuring how proud he is of you for getting through this.

In reality? He’s proud of you every single day. 

☽ [If you have a headcanon/drabble idea, thought or request, feel free to send it here!] ☾

[greenheartart]

Hundred dollar bills under our sleeve We intend not to sleep 'til we're dead Drink our problems right out of our heads

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh Trouble (Trouble) Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh Here comes trouble (Trouble)

[charlotte-family-apologist]

It has come to my attention that people find Jacqui’s design boring (honestly fair) so I propose: Mech Suit

[golden-snackoos]

I think we as a society need to watch more Monk in 2024.

[mr-president]

i finally had time to read the street fighter v final fight comic and wow it is laughably awful in terms of writing. what the fuck did they do to you cody. holy fuck it’s so bad.

[rodlaveraryna]

you know what i really want in life? daniil medvedev revenge tour roland garros edition.

[samadhifired]

So since this is a canon in universe show

Would it be fun (and fitting to the shows humour) if the whole "Macaque's murder" conflict ends up being resolved through some god/demon forcing it to be handled in a court?

Neither Wukong nor Macaque are happy about that. Both of them would love to just forget/ignore the whole incident and move on with their lives. But there they are, forced to sit down and go through why and how the whole fight happened the first place and which one of them was more to blame.

Add in some stakes by making it so that Wukong being declared as murderer would place him under new 500 years under the mountain time out (or something similar). And though Wukong and Mac try to be in the same team at the beginning, the Judge's influence and their usual arguing leads to full blown court war.

(Mac probably agrees to take blame from the fight but only if Wukong apologizes. Wukong, remembering things differently, either apologizes a wrong thing or gets offended by the demand)

So as the result, MK and the rest of the gang get to spent the rest of the episode playing Monkey Cop/detectives to figure out what actually happened on that day. This includes interrogating both Mac and Wukong, digging through old records and traveling to the location the fight took place.

(My personal theory based on the hints the show has been giving?

Mac didn't die in the fight but was merely badly injured and imprisoned by Tripitaka. Saddly, the combined effects of these two caused Mac to lose control of his powers and he was... torn appart by his own shadows/magic.)

Insert in a cool final scene where MK re-tells the true tale of the Hero and the Warrior (with reserved lights and shadows). Wukong and Mac finally properly apologize, everyone cries and the (very dissapointed) Judge sentences both monkeys to 500.... hours of community service.

Oh and to make the things even more chaotic:

The Judge appoints Jin and Yin as the monkey bros' attorneys.