#the blue drawing of pierre is old

[manna-charitable-foundation]

art dump.

I’ve forgotten to post art on both my main and this account lol

some ocs of mine :3

(less contrast version of the Chaos Insurgent under cut)

[f1letters]

vigilante shit | pg10 x cl16

"you did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them"

summary: revenge is served cold and it tastes especially sweet when it involves his best friend

warning: angst, toxic relationship, toxic reader, revenge, suggestive language, swearing, no cheating (since they are not together), a little choking? (lol this took a turn)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader, charles leclerc x reader

word count: 3.4k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

french words used: mon ange = my angel; bébé = baby; ma chérie = my darling

we are officially back after last weekend! (please, let's NOT talk about it, I'm still in denial lol) 😂 I guess this story needs a shoutout to my toxic ex? thank you wherever you are in the world for the inspo! haha 😂 anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it as always!

masterlist

Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one'll be your last lie

They say looks can kill and I might try

A cat eye sharp enough to kill a man was the first step necessary to a killing night.

Y/N made sure her siren eyes were on point as she got ready for the party that night. It wasn't the first drivers' party she attended since she had become a frequent presence in the paddock for the last few months. But, boy, was it a special one.

This was her time to seek revenge. 

Toxic? Perhaps. But the Machiavellian side of her didn't care. Her eyes were seeing red. 

And red was her theme: her bright cherry-red lips, her long silk red dress, and the luscious red heels at the end of her smooth legs, which showed through the slit of her skirt.

She looked like a walking Ferrari prize, ready to be picked up by the winner.

Playing with me was the worst thing you've ever done, Pierre. You'll see, she thought, leaving the house.

I don't dress for women

I don't dress for men

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

It all started on an innocent, warm summer day when Y/N and a group of friends decided to take a boat on the gorgeous, fascinating Lake Como for some fun, swimming and sunbathing, while they were in the beautiful country of Italy.

Unknown to Y/N, in the same waters, another boat passed by hers, immediately catching the interest of all her friends. The young woman was completely distracted, tanning her back, when she began to hear flirty whispers and giggles coming from her group, swooning over some random guys.

Curious, the girl turned around until her eyes landed on the figures of two athletic, handsome men. God, it was unfair, couldn't she have both? A girl can dream.

She had always been a confident woman, but old-fashioned in a sense: she wasn't going to approach them. If they wanted to know her and her friends, they could address them. If not, their loss.

However... Life has a funny way of turning against you and when the group of friends was getting ready to leave the lake, their boat couldn't start. They tried and tried, but clearly none of them had the capacity to handle the situation. So they only had one option left: ask for help from the friendly, helpful guys on the next boat.

"Hey!" Y/N called out, in an attempt to get them to look. "Can you help us?"

"Hi! Is something wrong with your boat?" One of them, in blue shorts, questioned, curious.

"We can't start the engine. Can you help us?" She asked.

The two boys jumped out and swam to the girls' boat without hesitation. When they walked up the stairs, Y/N could almost hear her friends' jaws hitting the floor at the sight of their wet, muscled abs. But Y/N maintained his carefree demeanour, which only fascinated the two young men more.

The unreachable. The unknown. The treasure to be discovered. They lived for the adrenaline, for the adventure, for the challenge.

And she was a walking challenge.

"Thanks for your help. I'm Y/N." She introduced herself, extending her hand to greet them.

"Pierre." The boy in the orange shorts replied, half-closed eyes filled with interest.

"I'm Charles." The other replied, with a seductive smile plastered on his face.

How the girl would come to regret it when she thought back on that day. From that moment came the invitation for the young women to join the two drivers in their next GP in Emilia-Romagna, which they happily accepted.

And from there came more races, group dinners, parties, and much more. Everything got more complicated when what started as a group friendship ended up leading to a silent battle between the two friends for the confident girl's attention.

One of them, unfortunately, had to lose, and in this case, contrary to their races, Pierre came out victorious, much to Charles's unawareness. Although the Monegasque was an absolute Greek God on the outside and a sweetheart on the inside, Y/N couldn't help but initially let her tendency for complicated, toxic men lead her right to Pierre.

She fell for his charm right away. She didn't even have a chance to run. As soon as he made his first move on her when he pulled her into an empty room after a night of partying, he dominated the girl, body and soul, like he was poison burning right through the inside of her veins.

But like all poison, it's only a matter of time before you die without the antidote.

Secret nights, hidden moments, empty promises. He continued to feed off of what he wanted from her, while she sustained herself with the little crumbs left from the illusions she created in her own head.

He wasn't going to change, and she knew it. But it wasn't until she heard the words come out of his mouth that she realized really how she had been used all those months.

"I never wanted a serious relationship, mon ange," Pierre confessed, unconcerned with her feelings. "You knew from the start that this was just fun for the two of you."

"Fun for the two of you?" She echoed his words. "You've been saying for months that we're eventually going to be in a relationship. Don't lie now. Which one'll be your last lie?!"

She wasn't going to allow herself to cry in front of him. She kept her gaze directly on him, with a look that could kill.

"You know what? You're right." She replied, smiling at him through the pain she felt in her chest. The corners of her lips turned up, but her eyes didn't follow the gesture, leaving Pierre almost startled by the mixed signals. "Have a good life, Pierre. I'll see you around."

Oh, he was going to see her around...

If there was one thing Y/N liked better than a good boy toy, it was revenge. 

And she was thirsty for some vigilante action.

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

She wasn't going to let herself be affected by a guy who didn't treat her as she deserved. That wasn't something that lined up with her strong, confident, determined personality.

Cry for him? Be heartbroken because of the shitty way she was treated by him? Why be sad when you can get even? 

The perfect opportunity for payback just presented itself to her. Just like that: so tempting, so inviting, so alluring. In the form of a single text.

From: Charles Leclerc

hey! you're coming sunday night, right? need you at my victory party...

Y/N spent the whole time with her focus completely dedicated to Pierre when she had a caring, honest man in the palm of her hand... And she would be lying if she didn't say that the fact that he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous didn't help captivate her now that her heart was free.

However, part of her mind told her that, although she was attracted to Charles, it would be unfair to basically use him to provoke a reaction out of Pierre. The Monegasque didn't even dream of the affair his two friends had going on in the recent past. It was just wrong. After all, how could she do to him what the Frenchman had done to her?

With this, an internal debate was created within the young woman. There were two options: she could be the superior person and move on with her life without thinking about the past, or she could let her anger take over and play with fire a little.

Unfortunately for Pierre, Y/N was never very good at keeping the burning fire of revenge inside her, and she was determined to have a little fun with it.

She needed cold, hard proof, so I gave her some

She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

That Sunday, Y/N walked into the club like she owned the place. The white lights reflected off her as if she were the mirror ball in the centre of the dance floor: all eyes were on her as she outshined the rest of the world.

Two pairs of eyes averted in unison as she approached the group of drivers, both believing she was there for them.

Pierre, closest to the stairs she was going up to the VIP area, was the first to approach the girl, with an inquisitive look.

"Mon ange, I didn't expect you to be here." He confessed, convinced that Y/N was there with the intent of getting him back.

What he didn't expect was that her siren eyes wouldn't even meet his. She was a woman on a mission, and her eyes were on only one person: his best friend.

Without saying a single word to him, Y/N made her way over to the handsome winner of the race, who had his mesmerizing blue eyes already fixed on his shiny red prize.

"Wow, bébé!" He whistled, giving her his hand and making her take a turn to show off her look. "I love the red, it suits you well. Was that all for me?" Charles, more confident than usual from a couple of drinks already consumed, flirted with the girl, his eyes admiring her from head to toe.

"How did you guess?" She replied, in the same tone. Y/N couldn't deny that Charles looked incredibly appetizing. His baby blue shirt was slightly open, exposing the man's defined chest, his hair was tousled and wild, and his eyes were brighter than ever.

"Just a lucky guess. The red Ferrari was a given, though." He chuckled as he pulled her closer to him. "You look so pretty tonight, Y/N. Not that you don't always look stunning, but tonight... Damn, you look fucking incredible, ma chérie."

Charles, focused only on the woman in front of him, didn't even notice how his best friend was glued to the shocking image of the Monegasque clinging to his ex-lover, but Y/N could feel Pierre's eyes burning into the back of her neck.

The young woman couldn't help but let out a satisfied grin. Pierre thought he could play with her without having to deal with the consequences, but he forgot that karma has a way of always biting someone back.

Y/N let her hand flow along the shirt of the driver in front of her until she reached his collar. She approached him seductively until her red inviting lips approached his ear.

Letting her mouth graze against Charles' warm neck, she began her plan. "Do you want to dance, champ?" She asked, with a suggestive tone to her voice.

"Lead the way. I'm all yours tonight." Charles responded and placed his hands on the girl's waist in response.

Enjoy the show, Pierre. It's just getting started.

And she looks so pretty

Drivin' in your Benz

Lately, she's been dressin' for revenge

As the pair moved towards the centre of the club, Y/N swaying his hips gently to the music and Charles with his hands all over the girl's body, Pierre's gaze moved with them.

The Frenchman's muscles tensed up, something that didn't go unnoticed by his teammate Yuki, who was standing right beside him.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Tsunoda asked, worried. "You look... I don't know, upset."

"Everything is fine," Gasly replied, though not at all convincingly. "Everything is perfectly fine." He continued, not understanding whether he was trying to convince the Japanese driver or himself.

He broke up with her, okay, he knew that. He would've understood if she showed up with some random guy trying to tease him. But his best friend, someone he's known for decades?

Y/N was taking things too far.

Pierre unfastened two buttons of his shirt, in an attempt to catch his breath, now dominated by rage. If your plan was to make me jealous to prove me wrong, you've done it, he thought to himself. Now that's enough.

Now for Y/N, revenge was just beginning.

"I think the winner deserves something special." The young woman put her arms around Charles' neck, letting her fingers flow through his brown hair and giving him a provocative smirk. "Don't you agree, Leclerc?"

"Well, he tried really hard to win the race." He joked back, speaking of himself in the third person. The driver's hands threatened to slide further and further down her back towards her bottom. "I think at the very least he deserves a dance with the prettiest girl in this club."

"Perhaps if the winner behaves well during the night, he can find out if his prize is red under the dress too." She teased him, licking her lips as she looked down at his flawless mouth. "Do you think he would like that?"

"Oh, for sure." He answered, getting his face closer to hers.

Y/N felt her heart beat faster and more euphorically, something that caught her off guard. This all started with intentions to punish Pierre for what he did to her, but without her relationship with the Frenchman clouding her mind, Y/N couldn't help but see Charles in a different light for the first time.

Of course, she always thought he was hot and she noticed his attempts to get close to her. But at that moment, the young woman was looking at him and her body seemed to react automatically to the Monegasque's presence, trying to reduce the physical distance between the two as much as possible.

She don't start shit, but she can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

She don't dress for friends

Lately, she's been dressing for revenge

She let herself be carried away by the impulsiveness of the moment and, leaving her thirst for vengeance forgotten in the back of her head, Y/N pulled Charles towards her and let her cherry-red lips kiss his.

Leclerc instantly returned the kiss, with the same passion, the same determination, and the same hunger for each other.

At that moment, it was just her and him. It didn't matter the circumstances that led them there, but that there was indeed chemistry and desire for each other. She simply had enough of Pierre and his lies.

On the other hand, Pierre couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. The woman he used to call his between four walls. The man he called his brother. Kissing. Hands exploring their bodies. No shame, no concern for who saw them and the opinions of outsiders.

It was what Y/N wanted from me and I never gave it to her, he realised.

The couple broke the kiss and Charles ran his hand over the girl's forehead, pushing the loose hair behind her ear. Y/N giggled when she saw the image of the driver's lips now stained with her lipstick and tried to clean them by running her thumb lovingly over them.

Suddenly, she felt the side of her face burn and instantly she realized why: her ex's eyes were fixed on her. As soon as she turned her face towards him, their eyes met and she just imagined all the names he was calling her in his head. She gave him a smirk and turned back to Charles.

"I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be right back with you, okay?" She asked, knowing full well that Pierre was going to follow her.

"I'll meet Carlos and wait for you in the VIP area." He informed her, a hungry look on his face, giving her hand one last rub with his thumb. "But you better be back soon because I've been promised a prize that I can't wait to unravel."

Ladies always rise above

Ladies know what people want

Someone sweet and kind and fun

The lady simply had enough

Just as she predicted, Gasly followed as soon as he saw her heading towards the dark hallway to the bathrooms.

Along the way, and just when he thought his nightmare couldn't get any worse, the Frenchman bumped into Charles, who had a smile plastered to his face like a man who had just won the lottery. Pierre wanted nothing more than to punch that stupid smirk out of his face.

"Mate, I finally got the woman of my dreams." Leclerc innocently admitted, unaware that he was pulling his friend's strings.

Pierre simply walked away, bumping into Charles's shoulder, who was left behind confused by what had just happened.

As soon as he reached the hallway, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. He assumed she was in the ladies' room, so he leaned against the wall beside the door as he waited for her to exit.

A few minutes (which seemed like hours to the impatient man) passed before she got out. As soon as Pierre saw her figure, he grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her against the wall in an act of rage.

"Can you explain to me what the fuck is going on?" Gasly spat out the words, hot-headed, leaning his body completely over the young woman's. "Are you fucking kidding me? Charles? Of all people."

"I'm sorry, but since when do I owe you an explanation? If I remember correctly, you and I are nothing." She spoke, mirroring the same angry tone.

"Shut the fuck up." Pierre gripped her wrist tighter, letting her know that her plan was working exactly as planned. "You crossed the line."

"I just thought the winner of the race deserved a worthy prize." She smirked until the driver placed his hand on her throat and squeezed lightly, making the smile soon disappear from her face.

While he was doin' lines and crossin' all of mine

Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI

And I don't dress for villains

Or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again

"You already got what you wanted. You had your fun, you got me fucked up." He confessed. "But that's enough. You're going to get out of here and go home immediately because I'm not about to take this shit."

Y/N laughed in his face. This man's audacity to try to boss her around after using her as his personal toy in his spare time.

The young woman was far from done with her plan. So, she gave him those puppy dog eyes he couldn't resist and he released her throat, his eyes softening at the image of her.

Y/N brought her face closer to his, half closing her eyes as their lips prepared to meet. Or so Pierre thought, who was caught off guard when the girl ducked her way towards his ear and whispered her last words.

"This is only the start. Enjoy my revenge like I'm going to enjoy my night."

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

With that, the young woman left the dark hall without looking back and walked confidently towards the gorgeous man who was waiting for her.

Charles smiled behind the glass he was drinking from as soon as he laid eyes on the girl in red, getting a pat on the back from his friend Carlos.

"Ay, ay, ay, my friend. You are completely head over heels for her." Sainz teased and walked away from them, leaving the couple alone.

Leclerc grabbed the girl by the hip and pulled her towards him, placing a soft kiss on her red lips.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Y/N asked, winking at the boy.

"Hmm, tempting..." For the first time that night, Charles made the risky move of placing his free hand over the girl's ass. "What did you have in mind, bébé?"

Y/N started her night dressed for revenge not knowing that she would end up with her body burning for the Monegasque, but maybe Charles Leclerc was just the antidote she needed in her life as she tried to get back to her past self.

"What about some undressing?"

Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge

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[wonderarium]

Found an old out of the blue drawing i did based on Springtime by Pierre Auguste Cot and tweaked it a bit. I avoid flirty stuff like this because id rather it happen in the comic because im a weirdo. but i mean OOTB has been on a long break and its cute so.

[robby-bobby-tommy]

I haven't watched purgatory streams cuz I am too busy rn, but here's some hcs

- Only emotionally charged scars stay on the body. Like both Phil and Fit have their scars because they felt so betrayed. The other wounds heal with respawn.

- Fit thought that Pac not only helped to kill him, but also agreed to be a bait to lure 2b2t veteran in a trap. After this "betrayal" Fit's eyes change.

- as a dumbahh who watched arcane, I really like the idea of eye changing with emotional stability. Like powder — blue/grey eyes, Jinx — pink eyes. So I have a HC that after the incident Fit's usually brown eyes change to almost toxic green eyes.

- Fit has severe PTSD about 2b2t. The betrayal triggered it and now he doesn't trust people.

- also Fit has 2b2t gravured in his prosthetic arm/gauntlet.

- every time étoiles kills someone, they have a star shaped scar.

- Phil has star shaped scar. Also the majority of his scars from nightmare and code fight. Also some from earth smp.

- Phil had a very speedy, flying oriented battle type. Now he has a different fighting skills, but likes to attack from above (using paraglider)

- Fit's battle skills are way more grounded, he puts way more force in his punches and swings. He also used to fight with only gauntlets/bare hands, so he's a master of hand-to-hand combat.

- Étoiles is just a goat, but he's something in between. He's also very grounded, but is jumpy.

- Roier is a funny but quiet kid, when it comes to battles. Nobody expects it, but he's a pro. He's super good at breaking through shields and at unarming opponent.

- Fit and Phil train together, and it's fun. But sometimes when crowza accidentally triggers PTSD, Fits fighting style suddenly changes. He now doesn't fight to better his skills, he fights to survive. His punches become more chaotic and heavy. They both apologize later.

- Jaiden is literally "I'm a helpless little girl. And j set the building on fire by accident, tooootaly by accident. Also I brought this dynamite. Goodbye:)" And then everything blows up. She's the epitome of "act weak when you're strong".

- Pol (i sadly haven't watched any of his streams cuz of language barrier, but I think he deserves more recognition) only pretends being oblivious and indifferent towards federation. Like he's the first person from all frozen members to remember his past and cooperate with cucurucho.

- I kinda feel like Rubius is one of the old residents of the island.

- Aypierre is Ayanami Rei (/j but I honestly don't understand his lore. I use Tumblr as a news channel and I still don't know what happened to Pierre. Is he ayrobot? Do they now share a body???)

- after the nether Forevers hair go to shoulders.

- Rubius once was just a man. He was an original old resident. After a few years of working with people on the server he was promoted to an angel/devil entity. For it was funny at first, but soon enough it became boring, cuz he wasn't allowed to interact with people apart giving them quests. So he disguised himself as a man and left the island. Later he came back on train with everyone. For escaping and messing with people, giving them illegal stuff ect he was demoted and "fell from heaven". (This HC has literally no reasons, but I like it.

- Carre likes to stretch like a cat.

- team bollas sleep close to each other, but don't go under blankets, cuz in their base there's literal lava above the celling.

- Fit is severely touch starved but he doesn't always trusts enough. During qsmp he became more affectionate, and started to initiate touching. He always puts his hand of someone's shoulder to comfort them (baby steps). I don't feel like after purgatory this stays like that.

- it's not my headcanon, but I adore when people draw Bagi muscular. Like, I dunno why. But I love it so much.

- Missa is a real skeleton, so when death duo reunited for the first time, Phil literally detached wet cat's skull from the neck, yelling "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN"

- Some people have things that represent their close ones. Phil has skull, trinket (is it how it called?) of his kids on his back, flowers from forever, star keychain from étoiles and a bomb from Fit. Fit has Philza's feather, a necklace with a pacman on it, a bolt from Tubbo, and Ramon modifies his arm a lot. Ect ect.

- waaaay back when Slime went on a rampage after Juana's death, Fit called him to a tête-à-tête dialogue. At first he pushed Slime to the tree and put elbow on his neck, but during Charlie's monologue he let his guard down and even wanted to place his hand on the shoulder. Yet before that they were interrupted by Roier. (Also Charlie asking advice and trusting Fit all this time was quite sweet. Like, he even asked advice when dead eggs came back)

- during purgatory Phil balances himself with weapons.

- Charlie always suspected CodeFlippa wasn't the real one, but he deliberately chose to ignore that. Ignorance is a blessing.

- gladiator by Jann but Étoiles, you see what I see???

- Phil and Fit are terrible sleep bros. When they went to adventures with kids and had to sleep in the open, Fit couldn't sleep, listening to players steps, and Phil tried to figure out mobs. Also they play footsie (they said it on one stream, this is cannon. I really dunno are they besties or homos anymore)

- one of the ways to know if an avian on the server is sick is to see how their feathers react to water. If I'm correct, irl birds have a special stuff on them to not get wet. Only birds with sickness appear to be wet (mb not all birds are like that, I don't remember)

- just "are we still sisters?" Dialogue from arcane but Bagi and Cellbit

- everyone has bags under the eyes

That's all for now.

[lovelytsunoda]

shut up and drive // lando norris ( street racing au!)

summary: headcanons i wrote after watching the fast and the furious movies . . . enough said. lando is infatuated with the woman in the pink mustang who kicks his ass in a bristol street race.

pairing: street racer!lando norris x street racer! reader

the bristol street racing scene is intense

its run by a young blonde american using daddy's money to have a little bit of extra fun

and as far as everybody is concerned, the quadrant street racing team own the circuit, they're the undisputed champions

max fewtrell, ria bish and lando norris.

lando has been the reigning champion for three years running

he’s made over a billion british pounds via street racing

until y/n y/l/n appears on the scene

beating pierre gasly in her rookie race and winning five grand

and lando is intrigued, like any man would be

her hot pink mustang meanders into the clearing, bright spot lights shining down as she stops next to max fewtrells lime green maserati

“is that her?” lando asks quietly, watching the drivers side door creep open

she steps out, wearing white cowboy boots and skin-tight blue jeans, a shirt emblazoned in an old print of a chevy corvette tied up to show off her stomach, a small diamond glittering in her navel

heart shaped sunglasses over her eyes that she pushes up on to her forehead as she pulls a wad of cash from the pocket of her leather jacket

“oi sargeant, it’s not too late to cut a girl in, is it?”

logan grins, counting the cash she handed him as entry payment. “cutoff is in ten minutes, you made it just in time.”

"good. now, which of your boys wants to get his ass kicked next?"

pierre throws his hands up in surrender when logan shoots him a joking look.

"she wiped the floor with me last week, mate. i took one for the team."

"any takers?" logan proclaims, moving to stand on the roof of his mercedes

lando and max exchange a look before ria hits them both in the back of the head

"don't be stupid. either of you. if you get far enough tonight, you'll be racing for pinks." she scolds

"its not about the cars, ria. it's about the chase." lando grins, patting the hood of his mclaren before moving into the wider, open space near where y/n was standing

"i'll do it! i'll race you. what's the pot at, sargeant?"

logan grins. "let's see, you're a seasoned veteran, and she wiped the floor with gasly. how does seven grand sound?"

y/n grins, twirling her car keys in one hand. "what do you say, norris? american muscle up against whatever the fuck that euro-car you're driving is?"

"it's a good couple hundred horsepower, sweetheart. are you sure your poor old ford can handle it?"

"bring it on, toy boy."

they get behind the wheels of their cars, revving engines and showboating as lando's mclaren and her mustang draw side by side

"enough with the women dropping their bras to start a race, it's archaic!" y/n shouts, tapping her manicured nails against her glittery gear shift. 'give me a toy boy dropping his shirt to the ground, once i see some abs, that will really get this car moving!"

"give the lady what she wants!" ria shouts, clapping her hands together as max rolls his eyes

with a laugh and a grin, george russell steps out into the middle of the interlock road, fingers deftly unbuttoning his linen shirt

"now we're talking!" y/n shouts with a laugh and a grin, shooting lando a look out the corner of her eye

there was something sexy about what they were about to do

the cat and mouse game of a street race worth as much as this one was

and lando norris would be the first to admit that he was incredibly turned on by the idea of woman who drove a car as magnificent as the one parked next to him

a woman who spoke his language

"ready!" george shouts, shirt almost fully undone as women begin to cheer and whistle

"ready to lose, princess?" lando smirks, revving his engine as he grins at the driver next to him.

"ready to kick your ass, you mean." she grins back, toeing her boot-clad foot against the accelerator

"set!" the shirt his off george's body now, his arm raised in the air as he waves the white fabric in the air, toying with the minds of the two drivers in front of them

it was just a reflex game now

"go!" george shouts, throwing his shirt to the ground

the drivers are off in a flash, their fluorescent cars flying off into the night

her wrist moves deftly with the gearshift, shifting gears as she watched the speedometer sail over 100kmph as she takes the corner, shifting gears and yanking at the handbrake

she sails around the corner a fraction of a second faster than lando, winking at him as their windows line up, eyes meeting for a fraction of a second

and that's when lando knows that he's in love

righting their cars, lando less than half a second behind her but still not fast enough

they're neck and neck approaching the finish line, right across from where they started

she's watching his every movement carefully

biding her time until it's time to open that little canister of nos

she knows lando's too smart to use it too soon, so she just needs to hope that she presses that little red button faster than he can

she presses it quickly, both hands gripping the wheel as the speed throws her head against the headrest, hair whipping around her face

there's a gap of zero point four five seconds as she sails across the chalk-drawn finish line, yanking the handbrake and swerving to a stop

sitting with her body half out of the window, her ass resting where the wound-down window his

cheering as she drums her hands against the roof

lando comes to a much slower stop next to her

he's not even mad about losing

a glow in his eyes as he steps out of the mclaren

hands in jeans pockets as he ambles towards her

"impressive drive, sweetheart."

"yeah, it earned me seven grand." she grins, clambering out of the car. "your loss."

"seven grand is nothing. all i ask for in exchange is dinner."

y/n grins, reaching to shake his hand. "and if i say no?"

"then i'll have to get a rematch next week. and the week after until you say yes."

"i wouldn't be a very good rival if i ended up in your bed."

"well, you know what they say." lando grins seductively. "keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

she runs her tongue over her lips, eyebrows raised as she starts backing away towards everyone who's cheering her on,

"i'll see you next week, norris. we'll meet in the winner's bed."

and lando has never been so turned on in his life

he's also never looked forward to losing a race more.

[aut189]

Your prompt:

Shawn: WHY. why did you give Lassiter a KNIFE?!

Juliet: I'm sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Shawn: Now I feel unsafe!

Juliet: I'm sorry.

Juliet : ... would you like a knife?

Your prompt:

Shawn: If Gus and I were drowning, who would you save?

Lassiter: You two can't swim?

Shawn: It's a hypothetical question, Lassiter! who would you save?

Lassiter: my time and effort.

Your prompt:

Shawn: They stole from me first!

Juliet : Mhm.

Shawn: Stole my heart...

Lassiter: It is still illegal to commit murder.

Your prompt:

Shawn: How's the sexiest person here~?

Juliet: I don't know, how are they~?

Shawn, flustered: I-

Lassiter, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Your prompt:

Shawn: Lassiter, my old arch enemy.

Declan : ... I thought I was your arch enemy?

Shawn: I have a life outside of you, Declan.

Your prompt:

Shawn: I CAN'T DO IT!

Gus, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Shawn: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Jules: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Shawn:

Shawn: I appreciate it, Shawn: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Lassiter : Shawn-

Shawn: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Despereaux: Shawn we gotta-Shawn: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Shawn: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Shawn, motioning to Karen: NOT FUCKING THIS

Your prompt:

Shawn: I'm kind of crushing on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is, because you're not going to like it Juliet: Just rip the bandage off.

Shawn: It's Lassiter.

Juliet: Put the bandage back on.

Your prompt:

Gus: Why are your tongues purple?

Lassiter: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Shawn: I had a red one.

Gus: oh

Gus: OH

Juliet :

Juliet: You drank each other's slushies?

Your prompt:

Shawn: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!

Gus: To the city?

Shawn: Yeah, no matter what!

Buzz: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?

Shawn: I... I don't know!

Juliet: Oh come off it, be serious!

Shawn: I am serious!

Juliet: You're insane!

Lassiter: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!

Everyone:

Shawn: What???

Lassiter: Or maybe it was a basset hound!

Juliet, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!

Your prompt:

Shawn: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Juliet : Rude.

Lassiter: That's fair.

Gus: Not again.

Buzz: Are you going to want this back?

Your prompt:

Shawn: We need to get through this locked door. Juliet, give me your credit card.

Juliet : Here.

Shawn, pocketing it: Thanks.

Lassiter, kick down the door.

Your prompt:

Shawn: Lassiter, can I talk to you for a second?

Lassiter: Yeah, what's up? Lemme guess. You and Pierre are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Shawn: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I've read books.

Your prompt:

Shawn: Hey Pierre, Pierre: Yes?

Shawn: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on?

Pierre:

Pierre: Where's Lassiter?

Your prompt:

Shawn: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10?

Strive for greatness.

Pierre: Next time you're working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex's house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Lassiter: There were so many mixed messages in that I can't-

Your prompt:

Shawn: Pierre, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Pierre: I don't know, love you, talk to you later

Shawn: Ok, I love you too, I just ask Lassiter.

Your prompt:

*The squad is having dinner together*

Shawn: Pierre, can you pass the salt?

Pierre: *Throws Lassiter across the table*

Your prompt:

Shawn: You have to apologize to Pierre

Lassiter: Fine.

Lassiter: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Your prompt:

Lassiter: *Gets down on one knee* Pierre: Oh my god, it's finally happening.

Lassiter: *Falls over*

Pierre: The poison is kicking in.

Your prompt:

Shawn: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?'

Shawn: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Your prompt:

Lassiter, threatening the others with a paintball gun: Listen... Life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... And today, it's gonna give you... a paintball!

Your prompt:

Lassiter: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.

*Lightning strikes Lassiter*

Lassiter: Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

Your prompt:

Lassiter: Some of you may die, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.

Your prompt:

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like

Lassiter*

Lassiter: Okay, are you like BLIND?

You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

[radiocheck]

another bc i can

again piarles - "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" 🌹💐🌷

(i'm a sucker for these dorks giving each other flowers)

Markets covered by bright orange and green umbrellas lined the wide cobbled streets of Milan, selling just about anything you could dream of. Charles passed through them slowly, his baseball cap and sunglasses on to try to avoid being recognised as he perused stalls of vibrant and aromatic spices, from vivid orange turmeric to the reddest chilli powder, book stalls selling beautiful old hardbacks with gold lettering, or art stands ranging from huge, detailed canvases of the Italian countryside preserved in oil paint, to a kindly old man sitting and sketching caricatures. At the end of the street he came across a flower stall, sweet smelling and overflowing with blooms of every shape and colour he could imagine. Charles paused and sniffed a bouquet, smiling faintly. Pierre was always buying him flowers, whether it was for a birthday, anniversary, or to celebrate a race win, but Charles felt ashamed to think back and realise he wasn’t sure he’d ever bought some for Pierre.

“I can customise them, depending on what you’re trying to say,” the lady sitting in the stall addressed him in Italian, her eyes wrinkling at the corners with the warmth of her expression. “Who are they for?”

“Someone I love,” Charles said honestly, touching one of the petals of a lily nearby with the tip of one finger. “I just thought he’d like them.”

The lady smiled as if she understood more than he said, and got to her feet. “The white lily symbolises pure love,” she told him, carefully lifting a few from the bunch in which they stood. “Fitting, no?”

She built him a bouquet of white lilies, apple blossom, daisies, honeysuckle, and red chrysanthemum, telling a story of love, devotion, and preference above all else. Charles marvelled at her hands as she composed them into a beautiful bunch, tying them together with a pink ribbon. The smell coming off them was incredible, and he thanked her profusely, leaving an extra tip before taking the bouquet and continuing back towards home.

Pierre had been in a meeting with Alpine, so Charles had gone for a wander around the city in the meantime, enjoying the markets and sunshine and getting an ice cream, but now he couldn’t wait to get back to Pierre and give him these flowers.

He let himself in, ditching cap, keys and sunglasses in a bowl by the door. His face instantly bloomed into a smile when he saw Pierre was already back. “Calamar, I brought you flowers.” He suddenly felt half shy, stretching the beautiful and lavish bouquet out to his best friend, his lover.

“For what?” Pierre laughed, surprised but happy, taking them from Charles and smelling them in the same way Charles had done in the stall. “They’re beautiful.”

“There has to be a reason?” Charles didn’t know why he was blushing, but he was, and he tucked himself into Pierre’s side to hide it. “You always bring me flowers, and I just saw these and thought you would like them.”

“I love them.” Pierre wound his arm around Charles’ waist, drawing him close and resting his chin on top of his head as he admired the bouquet. He was touched more than he knew how to say. Charles was always sweet, and never went short on showing Pierre how much he loved him, but he was also the first boy Pierre had been with, and with that came the territory of re-negotiating in himself what role he played in a relationship. He was used to buying flowers, but not to getting them, and it stirred a fierce love inside him for this beautiful boy – his first and last real love. “And I love you.”

Charles extracted himself from Pierre just enough to be able to see his face, the smile on his lips and the surprise threat of tears in those bright blue eyes. That expression – that was why he’d bought Pierre flowers. He leaned in and kissed him, taking care not to squish the flowers between them. “Je t’aime, calamar.”

[wolfiemcwolferson]

yours to keep

Piarles below the break.

The first time Charles does it, he’s a love sick teenager. Alone in love - or so he thinks.

PG10.

On the bottom of his right boot, near the toe.

Except he wins and then it becomes a thing. 

He writes PG10 in tiny little letters that no one could actually read and he thinks he’s going to die of embarrassment the day Pierre picks up one of his old boots and finds it.

But he doesn’t. Because Pierre kisses him instead and then.

And then.

It stops being PG10 and becomes Pierrot some races and Calamar some and once when Charles is feeling rather bold, he writes PG.CL

Pierre helps him write it sometimes - drawing his logo or signing that sloppy signature of his that doesn’t really even say his name.

It’s just for the two of them. So Charles remembers that he belongs to Pierre. Always has. Always will.

Today...today, it’s the boldest it’s ever been. Pierre Gasly. Right beneath his toe. When the national anthem for Brazil plays, he digs his toes into his boot and knows it’s there - can trick himself into believing that he can still feel Pierre’s hands on him. Grounding him. Telling him he doesn’t need the luck because today is the day.

Today Charles will become World Champion.

And then he gets in the car and even though there’s no room to think about Pierre in his boot...he’s with him. He’s there on track, but he’s in Charles’ heart, and on his skin, and on his boot.

Charles becomes champion.

Pierre on the bottom of his boot and in parc ferme hugging him so tightly, bumping their helmets together. Blue against red.

If he hadn’t been World Champion, he probably wouldn’t have jumped into the Ferrari pit crew. He wouldn’t have been so high up in the air that the photographers caught the toe of his boot. He wouldn’t have exposed the little secret that he’s managed to keep tucked away for so long. 

Pierre Gasly.

There are too many celebrations that night for them to notice, but it trends on Twitter worldwide and a bunch of articles go up about their friendship timeline and someone on TikTok claims to have a video of the two of them making out in a club in Singapore - which is false because they barely saw each other in Singapore.

But, when they wake up, there’s a Ferrari and an Alpine PR shitstorm and there’s Lando standing outside their hotel room with caffeine and an apologetic look on his face. 

“You had to write it on your fucking boot, mate? Like, it’s primary? Return to owner or something?”

Charles doesn’t deny it. Lando leaves in a huff, but not before he lets in a group of PR people and Charles makes a mental note to have George go over to his place and give him one of his special early morning workout wake-ups. 

Pierre doesn’t let go of his hand though. Kisses it while staring at the Alpine man who suggests they arrange a girlfriend for him. 

Instead, Pierre write Charles Leclerc on the bottom of his right boot ahead of Vegas and then includes it in his Vegas Dump on Instagram.

Someone does end up posting a video of them making out in a club. But, it’s definitely from that weekend and it’s definitely not their fault.

[literally-1894]

Parallels Between Kaze to Ki no Uta and Blue Velvet

Whenever I read a manga, I take notes and such on the side as I'm reading it. I went through those notes for Keiko Takemiya's Kaze to Ki no Uta, which was an even more rough read for me than the first time that I read Berserk, and I had a thought; the scene in the first arc which has this page is oddly similar to the scene in David Lynch's Blue Velvet where Frank Booth is introduced. CWs; discussions of drugging, sexual violence, misogyny/patriarchy; everything that happens in Kazeki and Blue Velvet, pretty much.

What happens in each scene is very similar; a horrified protagonist powerlessly witnessing a rape in the other side of the room which they are in. The impact is very similar, one of terror and confusion with a level of the absurd. The thematics are very similar as well, with Frank Booth's sexual violence throughout Blue Velvet *always* being half an attempt at real sexual pleasure, half an attempt at forcibly asserting a position of patriarchal dominance. The parallels are much more pronounced in the OVA, since that's in a semi-cinematic medium rather than manga, but the feeling was always there. Much of this came to mind when I thought to myself about how similar Auguste Beau and Frank Booth are conceptually. They both function as living examples of the Lacan quote which goes "masculinity is the pervert's position", they both obsessively control an otherwise picturesque rural environment through intimidation and shadow power, they both use a mix of blackmail, rape, and mercenary violence to torment and suppress those who pose a threat to them, and they both have a high level of familiarity with drugs, though Auguste doesn't have a cpap machine filled with strong drugs. I'm not sure if a parallel could be drawn between Dean Stockwell in the film and Jean-Pierre Bonnard in Kazeki, though both serve as the other half of their respective shadow tyrant's double-bind. Since Kazeki started a full decade before Blue Velvet, the latter could not have inspired the former and I don't know if manga piracy was advanced enough for it to reach the United States for David Lynch to read after his Dune adaptation crashed and burned. However, if I was to ask this to David Lynch, he'd probably tell me that they were both drawing on the same experiences, emotions, and ultimately societal systems. I remember once joking to my therapist that the plot of Death in Venice happened three separate times in the first Drakengard game and since he's a Jungian, he joked about Yoko Taro having the same "collective unconscious connection" as Thomas Mann. If a difference were to be drawn between Kazeki and Blue Velvet, it might be that the latter is much more optimistic. Despite how horrific, lurid, and simply bizarre Blue Velvet is as a genre pastiche of 50's Film Noir films such as Sunset Boulevard or Double Indemnity, Blue Velvet is ostensibly a film about the hero defeating the bad guy and saving the day. It was set at a point which was deep enough into the Aeon of Aquarius that the segmentary systems of heirarchic violence which sustain patriarchy, portrayed in the film as sexual or mercenary violence going downward from a symbolic father to those who are contained within his regime, had imploded so heavily that Patriarchy was rapidly ripping itself apart and self-destroying. The film, furthermore, takes a similar position to patriarchy to what Marx is described by Bataille as having taken about Capital, where once all of its various obstructions toward Human Development are simply removed, Humanity will flourish once more. With Kazeki, however? It's set during a time when there are some old people who were alive when Mary Wollstonecraft was still alive, when universal suffrage is many decades into the future, when the authoritarian rule of the church and the nobility is *only beginning* to be contested, when colonialism is at its highest levels of brutality (which the manga makes very clear, connecting Auguste's brother's incest and generalized sadism to his position as a colonial official in French Indochina), and in which the development of all of the forces of oppression and unfreedom present will not begin to be possible to assail until the First World War destroys their productive capabilities at least. Auguste Beau isn't as much of a cartoon villain as Frank Booth, furthermore, and has an ability to check his boundless hatred for all which is young and beautiful for the sake of self-preservation, rather than simply erupting into ultimately self-destructive violence at the slightest notice.

[unfurledluna]

Hello! Here's a little about me!

My name is Luna! My pronouns are she/her. I am 20 years old. I am Mexican and bisexual. I like to draw, read, write, watch TV and movies, musicals, and listen to music so I will mostly be posting about that! :)

Some of my interests and favorite things!

Books: The Lesbiana's Guide to Catholic School, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (and the sequel), Hearstopper, Radio Silence, Loveless, Solitaire, Ophelia After All, Last Night at the Telegraph Club, Perfect on Paper, This is Why They Hate Us, The Luis Ortega Survival Club, An Absolutely Remarkable Thing, Cemetery Boys, One Last Stop, Red, White, and Royal Blue, We Are Okay, and Imogen, Obvisouly. I love to read so if anyone has any recommendations I would love to hear them!

Tv Shows: Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, One Day at a Time, How I Met Your Mother, Parks and Recreation, Anne with an E, Hearstopper, Sex Education, The Good Place, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, and Everything Sucks. Currently, I'm watching Our Flag Means Death season 2!

Movies: Everything Everywhere All At Once, Spirited Away, Mamma Mia, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Portrait of a Lady on Fire, Kiki's Delivery Service, Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, Ponyo, My Neighbor Totoro, Encanto, and Tangled.

Music: dodie, Mitski, Laufey, mxmtoon, Matilda Mann, Lizzy McAlpine, and Orla Gartland.

Musicals: I love musicals so much! I work at a musical theatre!! Here are some of my favorite musicals: Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 is my all time favorite! I also like Hadestown, SIX, Waitress, Falsettos, The Phantom of the Opera, and Moulin Rouge.

Other things: Moths! Butterflies! Lepidoptera in general. Cute animals! I have two dogs named Tiger and Oso that I will probably also post about. I love Sanrio and Cinnamoroll is my favorite! I've also been trying to get into video games lately like Life is Strange.

I love to draw a lot! Most of my art is self-portraits or depicting mental health. I have a few mental illnesses (Depression, Anxiety, BPD, OCD, CPTSD, and dissociative disorders) so it helps to be able to draw them. I'll be uploading my digital art and art from my sketchbook. I may also share some writing about my experiences with intergenerational trauma. I'll try to share some of my experiences with mental illness and trying to heal from a traumatic family.

Here's a drawing I made of myself!

Thank you for reading all that! Feel free to message me at any time if you want to talk or be friends! :)

[starlitfunkster]

Wanna make Gifts?

Simple, follow the rules and then draw the OC's that I have! You can draw them with my favorite characters if you want…

No NSFW or art meant to harass those in minority groups.

Don't ship the Child OC's with canonically adult characters, because that's gross.

There is no third rule. Have fun!

Sonas: They can all be viewed here! They also may not be up to date.

U.B. Aigul Ari???? Cookie Amelia Starson Neapolitan Cookie Agent Angelika "Angel" Deuces Ann "Arianna" Mellodee Aria the Otter Strawberry Jam Aria (PT) Eclipse Arianna (Osomatsu-san)

DA Sonas: Ann (FNF) (Minus) Shooting Star Annabelle Rose Alia / AllofUs (Not posted yet for suspense) Sylvia / Syrus Bloom (Still not designed yet, folks) Bonbon Brione the Seal (WARNING OLD ART) Citrus Bum Berry the Leprechaun

Cookie Run OCs: I'll only show the ones that are on the DA gallery! There's too many otherwise. Lava Cake Cookie Milk Choco Cookie Mystic Cookie Gumdrop Cookie Ruby Cookie Honeydew Cookie Moonshine Cookie Choco Chip Cookie Konpeito Cookie Gelatin Cookie Diamond Cookie Nightshade Cookie Chai Honey Cookie Cleric Cookie Powder Sugar Cookie Sandstorm Cookie Gouda Cookie Sugarsnap Cookie Cherry Soda Cookie Tangerine Cookie Hypno Cookie Blueberry Cookie Cherry Bonbon Cookie Jelly Imp Cookie Fire Agate Cookie Spider Onyx Cookie Ghost Pepper Cookie Honey Barbecue Cookie Chili Oil Cookie Mewberry Poptart Cookie Yakisoba Cookie Pina Colada Cookie Biscuit Bunny Cookie Sugarheart Cookie Peanutbutter Cookie Orange Creamsicle Cookie Wispy Ramune Cookie Cherry Tiramisu Cookie Blueberry Float Cookie Orange Bonbon Cookie Warabimochi Cookie Honey Cake Cookie Ligonberry Cookie Fizzy Monarche Cookie

OSC OCs and Sonas: Just linking to the gallery because I have so many. Ace o' Spades Bixbite Blooddrop Card Board Bubble Bottle Tulip MePhone 5S+ Crowberry Bamboo Weather Dolly Hydrangea Yogurt Jellybean Kiwi Scarf Honey Bear Pluggy Choco Bar Sketchbook Sweet Heart Will-o-Wisp Cat-Bell Dime Stylus Cakepop Sparkler Shardy Dividy Star Lamp Maki Lemonade Flan Mochi Cakey Gachapon Capsule Lotus Sugar Cookie Log Urn Amethyst Popcorn Mop Organic Milk White Wine Grater Scythe Candle Waterbowl Cup Canned Tuna Pillow Oil Red Velvet Cake Mug Frozen Yogurt Gelato Pineapple Smoothie Jello Wizeria Pyramid Caboodle Starsong TV Sun Moon Clipboard Rocket Sunhat Bowtie Rachel Tanner Bubble Tea Citrusy Melody Torch Fiddle Silver Trophy Harold Mana Pierre Theodore Willow Antennae Bonba Cerissa Caramel / Mal Picoso Charlie / Cherissa Star Bailey Carrot Cake Sarah + Sleipmir Mahou

Newgrounds OCs: Quartz Ice The Dragon Tic-Toc Angi Strum Flora (Starcatcher + Minus) Mizuiro "Skye" Blue

Bomberman OCs: Yureibon Sister Bomber Prose Bomber Creature Bomber Spark Bomber Archer Bomber Lilac Bomber Lily Bomber Seabon Hydro Bomber Adne

Misc. OCs: Divaer Foreet Xoxiph Boxaer Erasi Muggy Citrus C. Acetate Marshmallow Cotton Candy Orange Juice Salmon Doughnut X Starla (+.EXE counterpart) Myra SINNERZ Various HSR OC's (Mandy, Xero, Mr. Wobbles, Armstrong Dasher, Gladseed the Flower, Dhalia Dog, Chick, Prince Foof Cat II, Juno, and King Cobra) Sushi Pack OC's (Ika Ura, Ado Cado, Nori Umi, Ebi Ura, Teri Sauce, Soy Sauce) Sir Adne Maxwell Ink Sugar + Pop Chai Teacup Twisty Parka the Red Panda Lost.FLA Baritone.MP3 Lantern Woman Water Lancer Soleil + Luna Mika the Usamimi Infernoct Spectra Locke The Yasu Sisters Ora Fluke Ingenua Yoddle Rumble Triviatopia OCs (Hana, Marty, Alyx, Michaela, Perditta, and Botch) Zodiacs (Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpius, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces) Golden.RE Arianna (Southpark Sona) (I only have her Mystical AU set up. I need to make the others that people pay attention to..)

[queermtl]

Queer MTL : quoi faire en avril 2024 // Queer MTL things to do: April 2024

They say April showers bring the subsequent flowers, but queer Montréal is already fully abloom! This month, Montréal is stuffed to the brim with events, parties and unique experiences painted in all the colours of the LGBTQ+ rainbow. From drag to community, circuit to underground, here’s some of our picks for the best LGBTQ+ things to do in the city. For further announcements, including those not announced at time of publication, follow Queer MTL on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr! Got an event coming up? DM it our way!

LEGEND

🎥 Cinema 👑 Drag 🥳 Parties 🎶 Concert ✊ Activism 🏳️‍⚧️ Trans 🏳️‍🌈 Community 😆 Comedy 🎭 Performance 💪 Sports and Dance 👯‍♀️ Dance 🎤 Karaoke 🎨 Arts 📚 Literary / Educational 👠 Ballroom / Vogue

Lundi 1 avril / Monday, April 1

🎥 75shots presents Under the Radar—Queer BIPOC Cinema, with free online screenings 👑 Voulez Vous Productions presents Discovering Your Drag Alter Ego with RV Métal, Centre Saint-Pierre

Mardi 2 avril / Tuesday, April 2

👠 BRING IT! #22, a continuing series of ballroom evenings with DJ Robocat KFC and Commentator Mags Old Navy, Club Sagacité 👑 Full Gisèle : Télé-Réalité with Gisèle Lullaby, Jessie Precieuse, Lady Guidoune and Victoire de Rockwell, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 3 avril / Wednesday, April 3

🎶 Mariah the Scientist with Chxrry22 Beanfield Theatre 🎨 Drink & Draw by @Hommehomo, Bar Le Cocktail 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Quick Characters—A Comedy Revue with Alo Azimov, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles

Jeudi 4 avril / Thursday, April 4

🎭 ThemFatale : Femme Power, a tribute to queer femininity with Bianca Boom Boom, Kaya Koko, Tristan Ginger, Sasha Désir, Lizzy Strange, Xénia, Kopy Cat, Ezra Honey and Rosie Bourgeoisie, The Wiggle Room 👑 The Gutters Talk Show Episode 1: Music Genres, hosted by Kleopatra Perfection, Kitty Catcher, Coco Charlemagne Champagne, Lux N’ Such, Donna Nozama, Skyler Rey, Late Bloomer and Safira Stevens, Bar Champs 🏳️‍🌈 Centre de solidarité lesbienne (CSL) hosts Lesbi ami.e.s : une soirée de connexions sociales et d’élargissement de sa communauté Queer, Centre St-Pierre 😆 Trivia at Pigeon Club Café Pointe-Claire with Quiz Master Brian, Pigeon Café 👑 Derek Wood presents Drama King : Ode à l'anti-virilité with Derek Wood, Johnny Jones, Mister Boogie, Ben A Drill, Akicoquin and Jay Show, Cabaret Mado 👑 Concours MX Cocktail, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 5 avril / Friday, April 5

👠 Ballroom4Community and Project10 presents the Monthly Youth Kiki Lounge for age groups 14-17, Project10 🎭 Playwrights’ Workshop Montréal presents Queer Reading Series 2024 with new works by Tyson Fraleigh and Corbeau Sandoval, Centaur Theatre Company 👑 Carni’Cule LipSync Smackdown with Alastair S!N, Amy Thyst, Asmatix, Diva on a Dime, Late Bloomer, Psyberia, Spiked Corona and Timothy Toxic, hosted by Muz’Emma and Moh Dafok, Taboo Danseur Nu 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Carmen Sutra, Velma Jones and Celes, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud

Samedi 6 avril / Saturday, April 6

🎨 Project 10 presents Queering the Arts art expo, Studio 414 🎭 Playwrights’ Workshop Montréal presents Queer Reading Series 2024 with new works by Tyson Fraleigh and Corbeau Sandoval, Centaur Theatre Company 💪 Montreal Roller Derby presents BLUE vs GREEN—Home Team Showdown, Aréna Saint-Louis 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 🥳 Super Taste and Homopop present Beyoncé Dance Party // Act ii Launch with Kiara, Cabaret Berlin 🥳 Rabaterapia Presents Baile da Raba #MOULINROUGE with DJ Tati Garrafa and DJ Onlysans, Bain Mathieu 👑 House of Gahd presents Rage Against the Binary—Rock & Metal Drag Show with Selma Gahd, Anaconda LaSabrosa, Charli DeVille, Rosa Golde, Lisa Santana and Démone LaStrange, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Lady Gaga, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Carmen Sutra, Velma Jones and Celes, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail 👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact tango.queer@hotmail.com or call +1 (514) 709-4678 for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts

Dimanche 7 avril / Sunday, April 7

🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Kwizinn x Circa’s Spicy Drag Brunch with DJ Jerico, Aizysse Baga, Misty Waterfalls and Kiara, Kwizinn 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 8 avril / Monday, April 8

👑 Voulez Vous Productions presents Discovering Your Drag Alter Ego with RV Métal, Centre Saint-Pierre

Mardi 9 avril / Tuesday, April 9

😆 Bad Brain Trivia, featuring questions on drag queens and other “gay shit” (lovingly), Bar Hémisphère Gauche 👑 Full Gisèle : Marie-Mai with Foxy Lexxi Brown, Prudence, Kiara and Lady Boom Boom, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 10 avril / Wednesday, April 10

🎶 PinkPantheress: Capable of Love Tour with Bktherula, Beanfield Theatre 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 👑 Bière et Métal with Charli Deville and Woody Fungi, Cabaret Mado 😆 An Hour of Stand Up Comedy by Yumi and Carmina with Mariam Khan, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles

Jeudi 11 avril / Thursday, April 11

👑 Sashalicious : Everything About Dolls with Sasha Baga, Démone LaStrange, Lulu Shade and Ruby Doll, Cabaret Mado 👑 Concours MX Cocktail, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 12 avril / Friday, April 12

🥳 Cerise Noire goth night with Shillelagh Jones and Elizabeth Leslie, Bar NDQ 🥳 Psychedelic Babylon presents Cosmic Traveler with Ace Ventura (Israel/Switzerland) and Asgard (Israel), Le Sainte-Catherine Hall  👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Rainbow, Tracy Trash and Crystal Starz, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud

Samedi 13 avril / Saturday, April 13

📚 The Violet Hour Book Club reads Anuja Varghese’s Chrysalis, Archives gaies du Québec 🏳️‍🌈 Mini Q—Queer Gathering, featuring two workshops and a performance, Studio 303 🏳️‍⚧️ Clinique de transition légale, Comité Queer Pointe-Saint-Charles 🏳️‍🌈 Coalition des familles LGBT+ hosts Journée intensive d’ateliers : fonder votre famille 2SLGBTQ+, Centre Saint-Pierre 🥳 Queen & Queer: 100% Arabic Music with DJ Sam and Maya Tayara, Sala Rossa 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Rainbow, Tracy Trash and Crystal Starz, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Taylor Swift, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail 👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact tango.queer@hotmail.com or call +1 (514) 709-4678 for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts

Dimanche 14 avril / Sunday, April 14

🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Afternoon Drag Cafe with Itsh and Timothy Toxic, L’Orbite 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 15 avril / Monday, April 15

👑 Rawxy et cie with Misty Waterfalls, Lady Boom Boom and Crystal Starz, Cabaret Mado

Mardi 16 avril / Tuesday, April 16

🎶 Bobby Dove, L’Escogriffe Bar 👑 Full Gisèle : Queb with Gisèle Lullaby, Esirena, Rawxy and Aleera, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 17 avril / Wednesday, April 17

🎶 Nicki Minaj: Pink Friday 2 World Tour with Monica, Bell Centre 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Raquel Maestre and Sandy with Binya Kóatz, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles

Jeudi 18 avril / Thursday, April 18

🎭 Les Folies Draglesques with Miami Minx, Roxy Torpedo, Jolie Lolita, Ophelia Rass, Maria Topcatt, Minx Arcana and Yikes Macaroni, Cabaret Mado 👑 Burger Queen: Souper & Spectacle with Moist and Miss Mira Belle, Notre-Boeuf-de-Grâce Village 👑 Concours MX Cocktail, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 19 avril / Friday, April 19

🎶 TALK: The Lord of the Flies & Birds & Bees Tour with Sofia Duhaime, Beanfield Theatre 🥳  Discoño with BRAVA (Spain), NGL FLOUNCE, MCHERRY and WHORITO, Newspeak 🥳 Dark Area with Special K, Infiltr, Claudel and OWNX, The Sanctuary 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Gisèle Lullaby, Marla Deer and Franky Dee, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud

Samedi 20 avril / Saturday, April 20

🥳 MPU and Balls Deep Disco present Boogiemania with Balls Deep Disco (Toronto), Barbada and Carmen Sutra, Le Belmont 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 🥳 Glimmering Dolls presents Spring Witches Dance Party, Turbo Haüs 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Gisèle Lullaby, Marla Deer and Franky Dee, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Celine Dion, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail 👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact tango.queer@hotmail.com or call +1 (514) 709-4678 for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts

Dimanche 21 avril / Sunday, April 21

👑 Atelier Intro Drag Workshop with Ander Wayne, Studio Mange Mes Pieds 🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Spécial Mireille Mathieu, Bar Le Cocktail 😆 The Gay AF Comedy Tour with Andrew Khoury, Dylan Mahaney, Robert Watson and Al Val, The Wiggle Room

Lundi 22 avril / Monday, April 22

🎶 TALK: The Lord of the Flies & Birds & Bees Tour with Sofia Duhaime, Beanfield Theatre 👑 Voulez Vous Productions presents Discovering Your Drag Alter Ego with RV Métal, Centre Saint-Pierre

Mardi 23 avril / Tuesday, April 23

🏳️‍🌈 Le comité Queer de Pointe-Saint-Charles presents Club de lecture queer with a discussion on Pauline Delabroy-Allard’s Ça raconte Sarah, Bibliothèque Saint-Charles 👑 Full Gisèle : Charlotte Cardin with Gisèle Lullaby, Lady Boom Boom, Adriana the Bombshell and Lana Dalida, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 24 avril / Wednesday, April 24

👠 Ballroom4Community and Project10 presents the Monthly Youth Kiki Lounge for age groups 18-25, Project10 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 The "Hypothetical" Hypothetical Show with Tony McIntyre, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 👑 La Petite Drag with Marla Deer, Gisèle Lullaby, Tracy Trash, Pétula Claque, Bobépine, Kelly Torrieli, Velma Jones and Clay Thorris, Cabaret Mado

Jeudi 25 avril / Thursday, April 25

👑 Canada's Drag Race: Bring Back My Girls with Sisi Superstar, Adriana the Bombshell, Gisèle Lullaby, Océane Aqua-Black, Kiara and Lady Boom Boom, Cabaret Mado 👑 Concours MX Cocktail, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 26 avril / Friday, April 26

🎶 Bright Light Bright Light with Mint Simon (of Caveboy) and Big Sissy, Theatre Fairmount 📚Blue Metropolis and Violet Hour present Sky Gilbert: 2024 Blue Metropolis Violet Prize featuring Sky Gilbert in conversation with Matthew Hays, Hôtel 10—Espace Godin 📚Blue Metropolis and Violet Hour present Lectures Violet Hour featuring Sky Gilbert, Anton Hur, Mathieu Leroux, Anuja Varghese, Matthew Walsh and Christopher DiRaddo, Hôtel 10—Espace Godin 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Bobépine, Sasha Baga and Kitana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud

Samedi 27 avril / Saturday, April 27

📚Blue Metropolis and Violet Hour present Truth Be Told: Looking at Lies in Literature with Gina L. Woolsey, Anuja Varghese, Christopher DiRaddo and Sky Gilbert, Hôtel 10—Espace Godin 🥳 FRKY || Primavera with Mari Rossi (Brazil), Moka, Raw Soul and Paolo Askia, La Sotterenea 👑 Under Kingstruction presents Twilight: The alt drag open stage with Lizzy Strange, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Bobépine, Sasha Baga and Kitana, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore présente MADONNA: The Celebration Tour, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail 👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact tango.queer@hotmail.com or call +1 (514) 709-4678 for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts

Dimanche 28 avril / Sunday, April 28 

🎶 Belle & Sebastian with The Weather Station, MTelus 📚Blue Metropolis presents Couleurs, Racisme et Homophobie with Léonora Miano, Rodney Saint-Éloi, Éric Chacour and Mélikah Abdelmoumen, Hôtel 10—Espace Godin 🎭 Ligue d’impro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Special Guests, Cabaret Mado  👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 29 avril / Monday, April 29

👑 Voulez Vous Productions presents Discovering Your Drag Alter Ego with RV Métal, Centre Saint-Pierre 👑 Shade Like Winters with Sarah Winters, Lulu Shade, Moh Dafok, Mike Oxlong and Natachatt, Cabaret Mado

Mardi 30 avril / Tuesday, April 30

👑 Full Gisèle : Sin City with Marla Deer, Tracy Trash and Sasha Baga, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

OTHERS / LES AUTRES

🏐 Les Ratons-Chasseurs (Montréal’s LGBTA dodgeball group) holds regular events. Keep an eye on their Facebook for upcoming opportunities to join in and play. 

🕹Montréal Gaymers hosts regular gatherings including board game nights and gaming gatherings. Check their Facebook for what’s next!

🏃🏾Join the Out-Run run and workout club for people relating to the queer / sapphic experience. Details on their Instagram!

🐦 Bird lovers should keep their eye on Queer Birders' regularly scheduled birdwatching events and excursions. Join the Facebook group and get those binoculars at the ready.

👠 Twice a month on every second Tuesday, Bring It! hosts an OTA night of ballroom and vogue with commentator and DJ. Follow their Instagram for dates and details.

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@oldtakakweek​ day 3: friends, night out/date night, anniversary

i think once the sdc got their heads on straight again after everything that happened, they’d meet up for a bonfire on the anniversary of dio and everything. also i think 2019 would be the first year that it’s just these four (iggy having passed in like 2015 and joseph having passed in 2018)

bonus:

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image id:  four digital drawings featuring kakyoin noriaki, jotaro kujo, mohammed avdol, and jean pierre polnareff  from jojo’s bizarre adventure as old men, had they all survived to make it to the point.

in the first image, it’ a polaroid style sketch colored in blue hues. in it, all four of the men sit away from the camera in front of a big bonfire, their arms around each other as they all lean on one another. from left to right, it’s: jotaro, kakyoin, avdol, and polnareff. kakyoin’s hair is long and tied into a bun, while avdol’s is let loose from his bantu knots, instead tied into a ponytail. avdol is wearing a poncho. written at the bottom of the photo is “january 16th, 2019: 30 years”

in the second image, it’s a sketch of polnareff and jotaro with their arms linked as they both chug beers. jotaro has an eyepatch on to cover his scar from pucci, while polnareff is sprouting a mustache and wearing a jacket. both are flushed from the alcohol

in the third image, avdol holds up a jar of chai as he says, “i brought chai.” kakyoin smiles, pleased, as he responds, “oh! thanks!”. at the top, it has been noted that they have been chosen as the designated drivers

in the fourth image, a drunk jotaro is curled up on kakyoin’s lap while kakyoin sits in his wheelchair, holding the man steady. polnareff is pointing drunkenly as he asks, “so are you two married or what?”. kakyoin looks with an amused expression, eyes lidded, as he responds with, “wouldn’t you like to know”

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 32

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Shane informs you about Qi beans, you have a weird dream, and you and Seb decorate for Spirit's Eve!

Author’s Note: Can’t remember if I’ve specified this before, but Mooncrest Farm is based on the forest farm layout from the game! As far as the forest goes, when y/n and Robin cleared the trees, it was meant to mean the trees you can chop down from that farm; not the little bushes or the irremovable stuff outlining the land or anything.

Just figured this might be helpful to know, given you’re getting some slightly in-depth farming action here ^^

Enjoy and take care! x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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“I wouldn’t buy those, if I were you.”

“Ack!” I flip around to from my spot facing the seeds at Pierre’s to meet the spooky voice talking to me over my shoulder. 

I-it’s… it’s Shane?!

I’ve maybe said, like, 10 words tops to this dude ever, and he’s only been sorta mean. 

I don’t like this.

“O-oh,” I mutter. 

I look down at the seeds in my hand – they’re something called Qi beans. 85% off, making them only a few coins each. The packaging has an ominous aura to it, and it’s disgustingly bright blue – almost Joja levels. I wasn’t considering buying them, more so trying to figure out what the fuck they are. 

“Why not?” I add out of curiosity, my view drawing up to the greenish eyes of the brooding man before me. 

Huh. It’s only now that he’s not being a total prick that I’m noticing how handsome he is. 

“My aunt got ‘em once.” My eyes follow his hand as he reaches directly above me, grabbing a handful of amaranth seed packets. After plopping them in his basket, he repeats the action. “Those mothercluckers ain’t edible.” Mothercluckers? “Practically sentient.” 

My eyes widen. “What are they, then?” I take another glance at the packet before placing it back on the shelf. My hand gravitates to take some corn seeds in its place, and then a few pumpkin ones. 

“Some creepy melons. But they were like…” I look up and next to me to see him wincing, looking kinda off into the distance. “Like weird little heads. Had glasses and noses and stuff.”

“What?!” 

Seeming perturbed by me asking questions in the conversation that he started, Shane rolls his eyes. 

Fuck it, he’s not handsome anymore! He’s ugly! He’s an ugly little bastard and I hate him! 

...Ugh. No he’s not, and no I don’t, who am I kidding? I’m sure there’s a reason he’s so grumpy all the time.

“If you’re so curious, grow ‘em yourself.” He makes his way to the soft drink and alcohol coolers against the wall, only a few feet away. “Or Google it, I dunno,” he calls over his shoulder.

I roll my eyes before returning my view to those Qi thingies. 

I don’t wanna grow them, given that description, but I can’t help but feel curious. 

…Maybe some other time.

_______________

After grabbing what I need and having some snacks, I finally get started on farming for the season. I’d already had some brown overalls, a lightweight sweater, and my rubber boots on before leaving the house, so I’m able to get started pretty quickly.

As I’m hoeing the land, I decide that I’ll try my hand at planting more this season. I made a decent amount of berries on a fairly large plot in the summer; with two crops to have at this time, why not, right?

Using the old, worn-down bloobs plot as an outline, I neatly prepare some new rows for the corn to reside. Then, a little further west and closer to the cave and peach saplings, I till space for a small pumpkin patch. 

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve really put thought into my farm’s layout, but now that I’m out here working — like, really experiencing it, and doing what I’m supposed to be doing with what’s been handed down to me and all — I’m not sure if I wanna be limited by pathing and stuff. I like farming more than I thought I would, and if I’m able to really take off with this stuff, I’ll need all the space I can have for grass so that my future-animals have something to graze on. Maybe just some stepping stones scattered here and there to get around easier will suffice. 

I get lost in thought of how to make my farm less neat, and more of a whimsical, naturey, cottagecore paradise as I hook up new sprinklers, fertilize all the dirt I just prepped, and plant my new seeds. Probably gonna wanna replant some trees, but I’m okay with that. More space for critters to live is always a good thing!

It’s cold and dark out by the time I finish working. Between the music in my earbuds and the dreams I daydreamt, time fuckin’ flew by.

I remove my gloves and boots with a deep huff as I enter the house, my exhaustion catching up to me quick. After tending to Cannoli, I take a nice bath; after the bath, I change into cozy clothes, whip up a quick dinner, and hop into a Discord call with the emos and Vic; and after that, I cozy up in bed, hoping for a restful sleep.

__

I’m awoken earlier than I would’ve liked by a deafening crash outside the cabin. My first instinct is to yelp and jump out of my skin while I groggily gather my bearings.

“The fuck…?!”

I scooch out of bed, Cannoli freaking out over the noise just as much as I am, and take a peek outside the window. Settled atop the snow-coated ground is a huge, purple orb. 

What the fuck is that?!

Ignoring that I’m about to freeze my ass off by wearing nothing but a giant tee and some briefs, I toss on my farming boots, grab my phone in case of an emergency, and rush outside to see what gives. My curious gray buddy is in tow, meowing the whole way over. 

It seems like a meteor… albeit a real fucked up one, that’s for sure. Dunno how else a huge thing like this would show up, plus the ground is slightly burnt around it. 

In the past when I’ve thought of meteors, I’ve pictured rocks. Ya know… like, dull blobs with some little craters and shit. Not this.

I frickin’ knew all these low-atmosphere, highly visible meteor showers in the valley weren’t alright. I so called that shit!

As I get closer to the object, I hear a buzz like that of electricity radiating off of it. Once I’m within a few feet, I realize it’s even brighter than it appeared from the house, and there’s shards of pinkish purple diamonds hanging out of it in all directions. Maybe they’re iridium? I’ve never seen that in person... It’s also, like, perfectly round, save for those gem thingies. 

As I’m about to make a move to try and push it, I notice Cannoli licking the damn thing. 

“Bro, stop!”

The creature loudly protests as I scoop him into my arms, softly scolding him for trying to eat unidentified space matter and jogging him back to the house. I’m sure to lock up his cat door once he’s inside so he can’t escape. While I make my way back over to the meteor, I hear him yelling at me from the nearest windowsill. Sorry bud, better safe than sorry.

I finally try to push this dumb rock (??). I move in its stead. Guess this thing ain’t going away anytime soon… Hopefully Clint will have something I can chip away at it with. 

Starting to feel panicked, I pace a little, picking at the corner of the screen protector on my cell. Why is this thing this color? And why is it making noise? Is it dangerous? Is it radioactive? I hold up my phone with the camera open to see if it picks up any weird particles. When it comes up clean, I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m not sure if phones are accurate geiger counters or if it’s just an internet myth, but it’ll do for now.

For the first time, I walk around the whole thing to investigate further. It’s probably about as tall — maybe a little taller — than I am, and a foot or two wider than that in width. 

There’s… there’s a fucking note attached to the opposite side from my house. The paper is light blue, and the lettering is in deeper blue ink.

“Keep it up, kid,” I quietly read out loud, “I think you’re gonna be a—” 

What?!

“A STAR?!”

I fully screeched the last word. I’ve never been so infuriated by a bad pun in my life.

S-somehow, someone put this fucking thing here themself, and then had the balls to write me a note about it, like it’s some cheeky little joke?!

What kind of sick bullshit is that?!

In the bottom corner of the letter is a small doodle — a man with a big nose, a big hat, and… moderately sized sunglasses. That’s the only hint I have at who might’ve been the culprit. 

The description feels familiar, but I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen or heard of this guy before.

__

When I wake up, my head is throbbing. I got plenty of sleep — about 9 hours — but it must’ve been shitty. 

I reach for the cup of water on my nightstand and sit up to drink some, petting Cannoli as he stretches his way closer to me. When he begins kneading the blanket over my thigh, I give my compliments to the little chef.

“You’re doing great, mister.”

“Brrrr.”

What a good boy.

As I watch him work, I try to recall what I’d just dreamt of… I can’t remember it fully. Only bits and pieces, like being scared and Cannoli freaking the hell out. I just get the feeling it was a trip. 

I relax in bed a little longer before getting started with my day. With all that farming out of the way, all that’s left to do for now is put up a few scarecrows and maybe decorate the place for ~spooky season.~ 

I take the morning slowly, as a little treat for yesterday’s hard work, and also to recoup from the rough slumber. And honestly? It’s perfect. I make some hot cocoa with breakfast since it’s starting to actually feel cold outside now. I also light a fire and spend some time cozied up by it, catching up on some reading. 

Now that I’ve learned Seb is a sucker for pumpkin soup, I make some alongside little grilled cheeses and invite him over. He’d mentioned wanting to celebrate the colder weather together, somehow, so I figured an autumny meal, some decorating, and a few scary movies or games could be perfect for him.

While I wait for Seb to arrive, I remember that I haven’t spoken to Magnus since our whole thing. I hope he’s okay.

Using the little bit of magical knowledge I have, I do something I’ve only done once: I try to talk to Magnus telepathically. 

He’s almost definitely in his tower, so from my spot on the kitchen counter, I start my thinking from there. My eyes are shut and I cross my legs to see if it’ll actually do anything, or if it’s just something Magnus does for comfort.

I can’t see anything visually, but I don’t think I’m supposed to…? I’ve just, like… gotta concentrate my energy on him… or whatever.

As if trying to phone someone with low reception, I think a few different greetings. Eventually, one of them works!

“Wha— (Y/n)?!”

I silently cheer myself on and answer, “Oh shit, it worked again! Hi!!”

A deep chuckle sounds in my head. “You’re brilliant, my dear!” Oh, there goes my cheeks, getting all warm again… I put my chilly hands on them to cool myself. “What’s going on? Are you nearby?”

“No, I’m at home, actually! Holy fuck, I didn’t think this would work.”

“I’d expect no less from such an adept mind.” Stop complimenting meee— “So then, what do you need?”

“Nothing. I just, uh… I wanted to make sure you’re doing alright.” 

As I “speak,” I open my eyes. Not seeming to have lost the connection, or however the fuck it works, I hop down from the counter to stir and test the soup, as well as get the sandwiches ready for frying up later.

“I don’t need as much space as you’ve given me honestly,” I continue, “I’ve just been really busy. I feel kinda bad for not checking back in with you sooner.”

“No need to worry about it. That’s… that’s truly wonderful to hear,” he replies, a soft and hopeful tone in his ”voice.” I really missed his smooth, expressive voice. “Farm work, I presume?” he asks, cutting off my swooning. 

I nod, before realizing he can’t hear that, and then mentally hum my affirmation. While I pace around, as if on the phone, we proceed to fill each other in on the few weeks we’ve spent apart.

We probably talk for about 15 minutes before a text from Sebastian pops up on my phone. He must be on his way. 

“Sorry to cut things short, but I’ve gotta go.”

“It’s alright. It is probably for the best — I’ve gotten a bit distracted from my own work.” 

“Are you calling me a bad influence?” I tease. 

“A welcomed vessel of procrastination, more or less.” 

What a polite way of saying “Yeah, totally.”

As we say our goodbyes and agree to continue my studies — and maybe just hang out — sometime soon, I finally unlock my phone screen. Wasn’t sure I’d be able to talk to Magnus without mixing my brain-words up. 

Just as I read the message from Seb saying he’s almost here, I hear his knocks at the door. “Oh, neat!” I whisper to myself. 

Cannoli, who must’ve recognized my boyfriend’s footsteps, hops down from the nearby countertop and runs to the door. Before I can catch up, he leaps out of his own entrance and aggressively welcomes our visitor.

“Chill dude!” I hear Seb’s muffled laughter through the wood. When I open it, he’s in the midst of scooping Cannoli up into his arms. His head whips up right away. “Hey fucker.”

I flip him the bird. “Welcome, bitch.” 

As he walks inside, the worst words I’ve ever heard from an adult man leave his mouth: “Y’know, darling…” He continues the rest with a nasally voice, slinging his backpack off of his body and putting it on the shelf where I keep my gloves and shit. “A bitch is a female dog, and dogs bark, and bar–” 

After shutting the door, I roll my sleeves over my hands and smack Seb’s arm around a bit with the loose fabric. “Sebastian Oliver Byrne, don’t you dare finish that.” 

He snorts and grabs one of my sleeves, tugging my closer, and dipping down to kiss me. Almost smooshes Cannoli. 

“Mm–” I pull away, putting my hand on the little man’s head. “Careful with the merchandise, bud!”

He looks down at the cat, who he’s cradling like a baby. He grabs one of the little paws and shakes it a bit. “Sorry, Master,” he murmurs to the Old Master himself.

Cannoli meows, then wriggles a bit to leave Seb’s grasp, so Seb obliges. While this exchange happens, I just watch and giggle like an idiot.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I mutter. “That was just cute to see…” 

“Speak for yourself,” he quips back with a wink. I roll my eyes, unable to stop my smile from widening. 

“So, you want the soup and stuff now or for dinner?”

Seb suggests, “We should save it for the movies.”

“Ooo good idea. I’ll get the decorations then!” 

I turn around and walk the whole, like, three feet to my bed, kneeling and bending beside it to retrieve the box with my older string lights and whatnot. It’s gotten pushed further back towards the wall over time, so I have to really get in there to pull it out.

When it’s just out of my reach, I hear a groan from behind me. I abandon my current project to look over my shoulder, and see Seb blatantly checking me out. One arm is crossed over his tummy, while the other’s knuckles are up at his mouth, being bitten down on. Heheh. I give my butt a little sway. 

Seb bites his bottom lip and rolls his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. Contemplating his life choices. As I inspect him, he walks over and kneels down beside me. Seb then takes my chin in his hand and lifts it to meet his gaze better. 

“Do you wanna decorate, or not, (y/l/n)?”

That sure sounds like a sexy threat. 

Taking advantage of his thumb being close to my mouth, and feeling like a little shit, I wrap my lips around it, swirling my tongue around the digit before releasing it with a pop. All the while, I watch Seb’s eyes grow murkier. Heat pools between my legs at the sight.

Mmmm. Fuck. I want him.

I do wanna decorate, though…

I move on from the situation before I can give in to both of our desires. “Yeah, I wanna decorate.” I stick out my tongue as Seb shakes his head and laughs through the pain. 

“You’re such a fucking tease.”

“That’s the point, mister.” I laugh like a gremlin as I finally grasp the bin I was reaching for and slide it out. Right away, I pop the lid off. “Hopefully these puppies still light up.”

“We can always go grab some more if they don’t.” I groan. “So much work though…”

Seb grabs a bundle of purple lights and gets up, plugging ‘em in nearby. Most of them turn on, but a few bulbs are out. Luckily I have some spares. “Yesss,” I whisper to myself as I fish out just enough for this to succeed. 

Wanting my house to look more spooky on the outside than the inside, we head outdoors. While I wrap the fence lining my porch in black sparkly garland, Seb follows closely behind, twirling the lights around it. Next, we toss some fake spiderwebs on the windows, and hang up a prop bloody hand onto the door. A makeshift wreath, of sorts. 

For a final touch, using a witch hat (god it feels weird being a real witch now and having one of these) I got a few Spirit’s Eves ago, I accessorize the scarecrow by my corn-to-be. 

I don’t have anything for the Pumpkin Protector™, so I just use a spare piece of garland and fashion it like a nice boa around his neck. Seb suggested using some rope to tie a noose around him, but it felt too cruel. He made sure to make fun of me for my emotional attachment to the hay man.

This isn’t much, but it’s about as good as it’s gonna get, considering how bare the property is for now. When I have barns and stuff, it’ll be super fun to make those all fancy for the holidays!

Sitting on my stoop with some mugs of chamomile, Seb and I just sorta absorb the ambience we’ve created for a bit. 

“Nice work, big guy.” Without lifting my gaze from the land, I toss up a fist to my right side for Seb to bump. He just engulfs my hand in his instead.

I bite his knuckles as he replies, “Could say the same for you, little lady.” 

I release my hand from his fingers and lean on his shoulder, taking a deep breath. Inhaling the fresh, crisp air and the manly mix of Seb’s cigarette smoke and deodorant. Listening to the owls and whatnot hidden amongst the trees in the backwoods. Looking up to see that, above the pink and orange sunset, there are more fucking shooting stars. 

I shouldn’t be surprised at this point… But still, they never fail to amaze me, in a freaky sorta way.

A weird aura of pure dread looms over me for a moment as I keep watching them. The fuck…?

Feeling the warmth of his lips on my forehead, I shift my gaze to my partner, pushing the unwanted negative feelings aside. He’s so goddamn gorgeous.

“Wanna get started on those movies?” he murmurs.

I bask in his face just a little longer before nodding. “Yeah, let’s get in there.”

[hazbinsandweirdos]

//The dash reminded me I started drawing Pierre getting redemption and becoming an angel and I didn't finish it because I didn't know if he would become more human looking or if he would keep his sinner form and that's been driving me crazy to think about lol

Not to mention do redeemed get the old school dress/robe or do they get their suit/dress in white and gold or maybe even blue?

Too much to think about design wise but Pierre would very much have an easy time becoming redeemed because he's not really a bad person, he's just an asshat with bad habits, which is how he wound up in hell to begin with.

He's been in Hell so long though that he wouldn't know what to do if he were to gain redemption and depending on the verse, he has a person and becoming an 'angel' would mean he has to leave his person and I don't think he would handle that well lmfao

[archenemyintellegence]

(26/10/2022) HKMOA - "The Road to the BAROQUE"

Today I visited the art museum to watch an exhibition on baroque art. This is the second time I went to this exhibition because I lost the booklet I got from the first time. Due to having stuff to do, me and my friend only had around 30 minutes to enjoy the exhibition. It is not a big problem for me tho because I've seen the paintings before. I used this chance to take photos of some of the drawings that I like in the exhibition.

Here is the booklet of the exhibition. Besides of this, I got a pin from HKMOA too! Nice.

Pierre-Jacques Volaire, Eruption of Mount Vesuvius, 1777

This painting is the first one that caught my attention in the exhibition. The balance of colors and lighting are just amazing! The contrast between the orange and blue are so natural yet so bold. There are so many light sources, like the volcano and the moon, but still I can see that the scene is at nighttime, as huge proportions of the scene is shrouded by the shadow. However, the light sources are so cleverly places so every details can be seen clearly, even for the people and stuff at the bottom shadowy corners can be seen as their contour are highlighted by different light source.

Mattia Preti, Saint John the Baptist, 1653

This painting is surrounded by bunch of nude paintings. At the first time I went to the exhibition with another friend, we were talking about why everyone look so hot in baroque paintings. Even this old man looks hot af lmao. From the info in the exhibition, I guess it’s because they believe beauty=righteous that time. So the main characters in the paintings, which are often the good guys/woman, look so unrealistically hot.

Francesco Guarino, Saint Agatha, ca. 1640

This, is my favorite painting in the exhibition. Just speechless. The torture she’s been thru was horrendous but it is not the focus here, as you can see it’s only hinted by some blood stains, and her pale skin. The torture is not stopping her from radiating beauty and confidence. No sorrow or pain in her face as she believes in her faith and decision. Just… beautiful. (Reminds me of Viktor lmao)

Matthias Stomer, Supper at Emmaus, ca. 1632-1635

The dramatic yet cozy lighting makes me feel like I am sitting with these guys. The expressions on these guys faces are amazing. They be like, “WHAT? THAT MF IS JESUS? WE HAVING A MEAL WITH J E S U S?¿” (Tbh I forgot the context of this drawing and I didn’t have time to read it this time as it’s kinda crowded)

Giuseppe Recco, Still Life with Fish and Basket of Seafood, 1655 ca. - 1670 ca.)

I should really take a picture of the name tag next time I go to the museum. I have no idea if the date and the translation (I google translated it lol) are correct. The Italian name of the painting is “Natura morta con pesci e cesto di frutti di mare”. If you want to do more research you can find the painting with this name. Anyway, let’s go back to the drawing. Among all the still life shown in the exhibition, this one is my favorite. The colors of the fish are brilliant. I can look at the scales all day if there’s no one in the museum. The white belly on the red fish in the centre… it’s so wonderful. The use of more saturated yellow to highlight on a less saturated colder color, then the purple in the shading. Fish must’ve eaten the rainbow! Now I’m glad that the museum is crowded because I may cry if I have enough time to truly appreciate the amazing colors of the fish. Besides of how beautiful the fish looks, I can feel the fishy smell from the painting, which is unbelievable? Must be the reddish haze and lighting that introduced the fishiness to my brain!

Giuseppe Recco, Still Life with Festoons of Flowers and Game, 1671

Here is another still life that I enjoy. I like this painting because of how well-planned the arrangement of stuff is. The line of flowers is the thing that grab you attention at first as the flowers are im vibrant colors, which pops out from the less saturated colors of everything else in the painting. You want to look closer to see how beautiful they look and then your sight are being guided by them. First, I discovered the old hunter chilling in the shadow. Then, the bust and the pile of game in the corner. After that, I discovered the horn and being guided by the horn to look at the sky and trees at the background. Then, I saw some dude at the back and then being attracted by the flowers again. But this time, I have the attention to admire the trolley that seems to made of some high quality wood. Thanks to the big brain arrangement, I watched the whole drawing in detail, one by one, even when there’re so many details going on. However, there’s at least one detail I missed, which was the dog on top of the game. I know there’s a dog somewhere in the painting because I read the introduction but I just unable to find it the first time I went to this exhibition. I finally found the dog the second time, thanks to my friend, who pointed out the dog immediately after I told them how brilliant the arrangement is. She is built different I guess.

In conclusion, the exhibition is an amazing and inspiring experience. It’s the best 10 dollars I’ve every spent. It made me realize the photo is nothing compared to the real thing. I can never forget the shock when I saw paintings emitting rainbow glow in front of my eyes. They look so magical. It told me that I should really go to watch more exhibition to learn more about the magic. There’s no reason not to do that since covid is gone (not completely but at least the museums are opening). Also, I am an ART STUDENT TOO? I mean my course is kind of shitty, which I seldom have chance to draw stuff and explore art but THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE? NO WAY THIS IS THE FIRST EXHIBITION IVE SEEN IN THESE YEARS? I have worked so hard on my drawing grind all by myself in these two years so there’s no excuse to not do the exhibition grind too. From now on, I will be visiting the museums more often, and I hope one day I can see Dali’s work in person?? I really need to be moistened by Dali’s art. At last, I hope you enjoy this not very professional and informative report of the exhibition. I will keep recording my visits to exhibitions in the future. If you don’t enjoy it, I will try my best to make this more enjoyable by actually knowing more about art haha.