#this is such a shameless self-insert

[scourgiez]

Finally got around to drawing my farmer :P

[silbermilch]

[thefriendlypigeon]

Amidst the fluttering of wings, A broken angel sits and sings, Of freedom lost and skies above, Of soaring high and unbound love.

His wings now gone, turned to ash, No longer can he soar and dash, With pigeon friends and rooftop sky, Castiel relearns to live and fly.

(I hope you like this artwork with the little poem ❤)

👉COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN👈

[my social media links]

[sukunasbow]

the interview.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!interviewer!reader.

warnings: none.

in which the internet notices a certain formula one driver in your instagram likes.

yourusername 📍 new york city

liked by zendaya, charles_leclerc, and 274,681 others

yourusername still in shock rn. nyc is beautiful and interviewing the cast of challengers was such a huge moment 🫶🏻 amazing cast and brilliant movie!

view 12,432 comments

zendaya you’re literally the sweetest 💗 thank you for the interview! such a fun time!

yourusername stop, i am such a fangirl.

user3 girl you always have so much chemistry with the celebrities you interview

user12 deadass 😭 she had both of those boys blushing and down badddd

user36 i NEED to see this movie rn

yourusername you do!! it’s wonderful

user63 any f1 fans here? did yall see charles in the likes?? 👀

user7 omg glad someone else noticed that! i wonder if she’s going to interview some drivers

user4 yesss, do they know each other?

user63 no i don’t think so, he doesn’t follow her, maybe he has a crush 😙😂

yourusername uploaded a story

charles_leclerc miami, hopefully. 🙃

yourusername 📍 miami

liked by charles_leclerc, f1, and 481,622 others

yourusername i’m out here in miami… 🌴

view 78,263 comments

user42 iconic caption, you’re iconic

liked by yourusername

charles_leclerc i was right, what’s my prize?

liked by yourusername

user7 CHARLES?? WHAT? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

user63 huh??? oh my??

f1 excited for this week…😍👀

liked by yourusername

user7 y/n l/n in her f1 era?? is she going to do the driver interviews for the miami gp?

user12 i hope so, she’s amazing

user92 miami?? charles in the likes?? charles is in miami?? the miami gp is coming up?? is this a hint y/n??

liked by yourusername

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, oscarpiastri, and 538,393 others

yourusername loving miami and the atmosphere. the first round of interviews with the @.f1 drivers is out now, i hope you guys enjoy because i definitely did, such wonderful and inspiring people! see you guys tomorrow 👀🙏

view 236,924 comments

f1 thank you! you are incredible and we’re honoured to have you joining us this week!

liked by yourusername

mclaren 🧡 thanks for interviewing us

user12 ferrari boys next?!

liked by yourusername

maxverstappen1 ❤️👍

lewishamilton it was nice to meet you! 😊

user54 gorgeous as always

lance_stroll ☺️ thank you for the wonderful interview

pierregasly alpine next?

yourusername of course 😗

charles_leclerc i’m ready for my interview y/n

yourusername only if you bring me some lec icecream ngl..

charles_leclerc deal. what flavour?

user7 I AM GOING INSANE WTH IS THIS!!

user63 get a room fr

joaofelix79 when are you going to interview me?!😯

yourusername omg i’d be honoured. name the time and place, i’ll be there 🏃🏼‍♀️⚽️

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari and 639,219 others

yourusername all of the formula one interviews are officially posted on my youtube channel! hope you all love them and got some new and fun information on your favourite drivers! xx 🏎️💋

view 293,222 comments

user12 the tension in the charles interview?? insanity

user82 she’s better than me i would’ve been folding and on my knees in seconds with the way charles was acting

charles_leclerc going to miss seeing you around, had fun talking with you

yourusername same here 💗

user7 y’all are fucking with me ik you’re going to film more interviews together…right?

user45 ASK HER OUT CHARLES

user9 petition for more interviews with y/n and charles

user12 signing rn!!

user30 SIGNED

f1 hopefully you’ll be working with us again in the future ☺️ thank you for everything!

liked by yourusername

yourusername uploaded a story

user19 HELLO?? PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS CHARLES

user12 OH MY 😨 Y/N & CHARLES??

charles_leclerc ofc, i had to see you again.

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername and 2,582,148 others

charles_leclerc first of many dates

view 582,739 comments

yourusername wow i guess my interviewing skills are 10/10, so good you had to ask me out

charles_leclerc 🙄🙄 i guess

user82 SUCH A CUTE COUPLE

user12 she’s stunning!

liked by charles_leclerc

user9 i knew he wanted her

oscarpiastri ❤️ cute

[shinfuransan]

I probably deserved it. Maybe next time I'll offer a bucket of fried chicken and avoid shit like this?

I'll bite back. Just give it time.

[leshyleaf]

bumper stickers

[vvileentityart]

Affection Contest

Just a silly comic I felt like making.

[killerpancakeburger]

Thinking about a Tav that Astarion despises deeply at first cause not only they're a goodie-two shoes but on top of that they're shy/have no presence/no autority etc. Then at some point he makes a dark joke and Tav laughs so hard the whole party stops to look at them. Eventually Astarion realizes that Tav is the only one who laughs at his jokes, and when Tav is comfortable enough with the group/certain members of the party, they start using sarcasm and dark humour all the time. And Astarion hates that he loves it. His brain cannot compute how you two can have the same humour while being so different. He's also intrigued by the fact that you’re apparently a completely different person once you’re used to people. And he's a tiiiny bit offended that you’re so comfortable with Wyll and Karlach but when he tries to participate in the convo you clam up and turn back into the little mouse from the start of your journey.

[orkbutch]

Kelly The Kidd from a comic in planning, HOGBOYZ

[that--unusual-person]

stanleysss

+ shameless self inserting

[murmaiderii]

Watched Smiling Friends so naturally I made an OC

[8um8le]

Giant hyperactive dog woman x average height sleep deprived woman

[princessrhaellatargaryen]

A Midnight Rescue

“You’re safe now, Princess, I have you. You’re safe.”

Warnings: blood, death, murder, kidnapping.

Rhaella was woken by a calloused hand covering her mouth. Eyes wide, she frantically searched for who was responsible and found two cloaked figures towering above her.

“Are you sure it’s the right one? All these Targaryen bitches look the same,” whispered the one not holding his hand over her mouth. He instead held a blade to Rhaella’s throat, she was able to see it winking up at her out of the corner of her eye.

“Positive. He said she’d be in these rooms, with silver ‘air and purple eyes,” replied the one whose hand was covering her mouth. “We followed the map true and I see silver ‘air and purple eyes.”

“I dunno, her eyes look kinda blue,” the man holding the knife. Rhaella slowly reached out for the book next to her on the bed while they were distracted with their bickering over the exact shade of her eyes and chucked it at the one with the knife on her throat. “Oi!” he cried, releasing the knife and clutching his bleeding forehead.

Rhaella bit down on the other man’s hand and he cried out in pain. Blood dripping from her mouth, she rolled over to the other side of the bed and bolted for the door. She managed to get it open but her relief was short lived as her feet slipped on something and came crashing down. Horror coursed through her as she realized what the cause of her fall was: blood. The guard posted outside the door had been slain.

Rhaella was pulled to her feet sharply by her hair, pulling a cry from her lips. She blindly kicked out and scratched around her in a desperate attempt to subdue her attackers. A groan of pain came from behind her but Rhaella felt a sharp pain splinter from her jaw. She was pulled against the chest of one of the men, blade at her throat once more, though it was no longer gently resting on her skin.

“Fucking bitch broke my nose!” cried the other man across from her, his hands cradling his face as blood dripped from between his fingers.

“Tie her up so she can’t do it again, idiot,” the one holding her said, the blade cutting into the delicate skin of Rhaella’s neck. Blood dribbled down her chest to join the blood of the dead guard, which marred the fine white linen of her nightgown.

In the dying light of the fire, Rhaella helplessly watched as the man with the now broken nose roughly tied her hands together, the coarse rope soaking up the blood that coated her wrists. He grabbed a blanket draped over one of the armchairs across from the fireplace and threw it over her head and shoulders. The man behind her moved the knife from her throat and dug it into her side.

“Now we’re going to walk outta ‘ere nice and quiet like. You make a sound, bitch, and I gut you like I did your man out there, yeah?” he growled into Rhaella’s ear. Heart thundering in her chest, she nodded shakily. “Good, now walk.” He prodded her forward.

Rhaella followed the man with the broken nose, her eyes trained on the center of his back as they left the room, carefully avoiding the massacred body of the guard at her feet. His blood squelched through her toes and left a crimson trail behind them as she was led to an unknown fate.

The Red Keep was still and quieter than she’d ever seen it. Torches were lit but everyone was abed, as Rhaella should have been. She had fallen asleep in her mother’s bed, waiting for her to return from saying goodnight to the younger children. Rhaella had been engrossed in a tome about the fall of Old Valyria, given to her by her grandsire, the King. Her father was out riding with the older boys, teaching them how to fly their dragons at night. As Rhaella had yet to claim a dragon, she was not invited. So, she instead came to her mother’s chambers, waiting for her, and read until she fell asleep.

These men were no doubt hoping to find the heir to the throne, the Princess Rhaenyra, asleep in her chambers instead of her eldest daughter. However, as one of them had pointed out, the Targaryen women did look very similar. Both had long white hair, but where her mother’s eyes were lilac, Rhaella’s were periwinkle. An incredibly subtle difference, difficult to make out in the light of a dying fire. Due to a case of mistaken identity, Rhaella was now about to pay the price of being the heir to the Seven Kingdoms.

The blood had now dried on the bottom of Rhaella’s feet, no longer leaving a trail of footprints behind them. Any hope of someone following that trail and finding her within the walls of the Red Keep were gone. Tears pricked at her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, mingling with the dried blood there. Rhaella thought in the back of her mind that she was more blood than person at this point, covered in the blood of two people, not even including herself.

Their trek through the Keep had been quiet and uneventful, strange, given the amount of Kingsguard supposedly required to be on duty during the Hour of the Owl. It was almost as if someone had plucked each of the guards from their stations, purposefully ensuring that their path be free from deterrents.

Rhaella knew that once they left the Red Keep and entered the gardens, she would have one last chance to escape. One last chance to fight back. She desperately looked for a guard, but none were to be found. Steeling herself for further pain, she took a steadying breath and rammed her elbow into the gut of the man behind her.

His blade pinched her side, but Rhaella sprinted, pulling up her bloodied nightgown so as not to get tangled in her legs. She screamed as she ran, taking sharp turns through the hedges in an attempt to lose the two men.

Rhaella chanced a look behind her and was relieved when she did not see anyone on her trail until she ran into a hard body.

“No! You will not take me! Help! Please! Someone help!” Rhaella screamed in terror, hammering her bound fists on the body in front of her.

“Princess! What in the Seven Hells has happened?” asked a familiar voice. Rhaella gasped and looked up. The piercing stare of her uncle Aemond greeted her. She sagged against him in relief, tears freely flowing down her face. His hands grasped her shoulders as he assessed, in shock, the sight in front of him.

Rhaella’s hair was unbound, falling around her in messy waves, the white strands caked in blood in some places. Her lip was split and a bruise was forming on her jaw. Tears trailed through dried blood around her mouth, which had dripped down her chin. Her neck had a slice across it, which had drawn more blood. The fine white linen of her nightgown was absolutely soaked in blood, Aemond unsure if it was hers or not.

Approaching footsteps drew him out of his shock and assessment as two cloaked men rounded a tall shrub.

“Oh shit, that’s the Prince!” the one with the knife swore, shoving the other in front of him as he fled. Aemond sprang into action.

Steel sang as he drew his sword and pursued them, easily cutting down one and following the other around the shrub. Rhaella grasped the pillar next to her and slid down, the adrenaline leaving her body as quickly as it came. She blankly stared at the man Aemond had killed, watching him as blood seeped out from him. So much blood on this night.

Aemond returned at some point, though how much time had passed, Rhaella was unsure. He sheathed his blade and knelt down in front of her, the moonlight glinting off his hair. Concern was etched on his face as his lips moved, but no sound came out. At least, Rhaella did not think so. He gently cupped her face and repeated himself.

“Princess, are you injured anywhere else? Can you stand?” he asked, his brow furrowed. Rhaella barely shook her head, knowing her legs no longer worked. Aemond nodded and carefully lifted her arms over his head and scooped her up gently against his chest. He rose and carried her back inside the Red Keep, stepping over the body of one of her captors. Where the other was, Rhaella neither knew nor cared.

She clung to Aemond, burying her face in his shoulder, shuddering breaths shaking her shoulders. His thumb gently rubbed her arm as he climbed the stairs.

“You’re safe now, Princess, I have you. You’re safe,” he reassured her. Rhaella shakily nodded and pressed herself closer into his arms, if possible. He was warm and smelled of spice and leather, which helped Rhaella ground herself. Safe. She was safe. Aemond had her. Safe.

He rounded a corner and they were greeted by the panicked, near hysterical sounds of a crowd.

“Send out a search party! I want the Princess found!” commanded Daemon.

“At once, my Prince,” replied Ser Westerling. “Ser Arryk, Ser Erryk, with me. We follow the blood trail and from there we-“ he was interrupted by a sharp cry.

“Rhaella!” Rhaenyra ran over to her and Aemond, her dressing gown billowing out behind her. “Thank the gods! What happened? Are you hurt?” she questioned, helping Rhaella to her feet. Rhaella’s arms were still around Aemond’s neck, his hands steadying her on her waist.

“She’s covered in blood! What did you do to her?” Daemon sharply questioned, approaching Aemond, his hand going to Dark Sister.

Rhaenyra’s hands were investigating the cause of the blood on Rhaella’s nightgown and her touch snapped Rhaella out of her daze. With a broken cry, she removed her still-bound wrists from around Aemond’s neck and collapsed in her mother’s arms, sobbing.

“Shhh, sweet girl, I’m here. Your mother is here,” Rhaenyra said into Rhaella’s hair, kissing the top of her head, her arms wrapped around her trembling frame.

“I won’t ask you a third time, Princeling, what the fuck happened to my daughter?” Daemon demanded, drawing Dark Sister. Aemond drew his own sword in response, ready to defend himself.

“I was simply out for a walk in the gardens when the Princess found me. She was running from two captors, one of whom is now dead, the other is incapacitated behind the statue of the nymphs. Go and see for yourself, uncle. No harm fell upon her from my own hand,” Aemond replied, his eye trained on Daemon. Rhaella, sniffed, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as she broke away from her mother and stood in front of Aemond.

“What he says is true, father,” her bound hands in front of her. Aemond sheathed his sword and gently got to work, untying the rough rope from her raw wrists. Rhaella relayed the story to the crowd, noticing everyone who stood around her, intently listening. Not only were her parents there, but also Jace, Luke, Alicent, Aegon, Helaena, Viserys, Rhaenys, Corlys, Otto, Laena, and Laenor, in addition to several members of the Kingsguard.

“I ran through the gardens and ran into him,” Rhaella finished. “He saved me. Go into the gardens and see for yourself. He did not lie. If it weren’t for him, gods know where I’d be now. I’d have met whatever fate they intended for you, mother.”

At that, Rhaenyra’s gaze snapped to Rhaella’s, the latter finally noticing her tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes.

“This was an attack meant for the heir to the throne,” Daemon said, turning to Viserys. “For your daughter, brother.” Viserys, looking more aware than he had in ages, set his jaw and looked to the few members of the Small Council that were present.

“I want the remaining attacker questioned at once. I want to know who hired them and how they got in my fucking hall!” he shouted, turning to look at the knights of the Kingsguard around them. “Ser Rion’s death should have been prevented and my granddaughter should have been safe in her mother’s bed! I want answers before we break fast in a few hours time. I want an increased presence of the Kingsguard surrounding my family at all times. This is unacceptable!”

Ser Westerling nodded. “I take full responsibility, my King, and will thoroughly investigate as to how they went through the Red Keep undetected. I vow to have answers for you shortly, your grace,” he promised, bowing his head. “Ser Criston, Arryk, escort the members of the Royal Family back to their chambers. I want their rooms cleared before they enter,” he ordered, nodding to the two guards. They nodded, ushering everyone to follow them.

“Ser Erryk, Rickon, with me. We go to the gardens to retrieve the remaining attacker and question him. The rest of you, I want you patrolling the corridors, looking for how those vermin got in the Red Keep.” Everyone went their separate ways, Rhaenyra wrapped an arm around Rhaella and attempted to guide her back into her chambers.

“Nononononono,” Rhaella moaned, planting her feet firmly. She could not get any closer to Ser Rion’s body. The pool of blood surrounding him flickered in the torch light, the evidence of her fall clear in the disturbed puddle.

“To your chambers then, my love,” Rhaenyra said, seamlessly turning around and walking Rhaella away from his body. “We will fetch the Maester and get you cleaned up. Daemon will you-“ she started, but was interrupted by Aemond.

“I will fetch him, Princess,” he said quietly. Rhaenyra nodded and continued walking with her arm wrapped securely around Rhaella. Daemon stayed behind with Otto and Corlys to investigate the body while everyone else was escorted to their rooms. One by one, they left the party, giving Rhaella their good wishes and love, thankful that she was safe and that no mortal harm had come upon her until it was just Rhaella and Rhaenyra with Ser Criston and Ser Arryk. They approached the doors to Rhaella’s chambers and Ser Criston held out a hand to stop them from entering.

“Let us clear the room before you enter, your highnesses,” he said, nodding to Ser Arryk. Rhaenyra held Rhaella while they swept the room, checking behind curtains and in the dark corners of the room before beckoning them inside. Rhaenyra ushered Rhaella into a chair before pouring water from the pitcher on the chest of drawers into the wash basin, The two guards excused themselves after stoking the fire, giving Rhaenyra more light to work in.

Her mother gently wiped the blood off her face, taking care to avoid the split in her lip and the cut in her neck. She wordlessly worked, cleaning the blood off Rhaella’s chest and arms. There was a knock at the door.

“Come,” Rhaenyra said, wringing the water out of the cloth she was using to clean her daughter. One of the Maesters entered followed by Aemond. Upon seeing him again, Rhaella stood on wobbly legs and approached him.

“Thank you, Aemond,” she said, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Her lip stung at the contact but she ignored it. He looked down at her and nodded.

“No thanks necessary, Princess,” he replied quietly. Rhaella put a hand on his arm.

“You have my gratitude regardless. I dread to think of what would have happened if I had not found you out in the gardens. I can never repay you, uncle,” she said, looking up at him.

“You will never have to,” he said. Aemond bowed his head at Rhaenyra before bowing his head to Rhaella. “Goodnight, Princess.”

“Thank you, brother,” Rhaenyra said, escorting Rhaella to the Maester. Rhaella watched as Aemond left, the flash of silver hair disappearing as the doors closed behind him.

Rhaella was poked and prodded by the Maester and her mother, the former determining that any wounds she had suffered were non-fatal and bandaged them quickly. Rhaenyra helped Rhaella dress in a clean nightgown and guided her to bed. Rhaella watched as the Maester left and her mother climbed into bed next to her, her arms immediately encircling Rhaella. Sobs wracked her body and Rhaella barely registered the tears that fell on the top of her head from her mother.

“I thank the gods that you have returned to me, my darling Ella. I thank each and every one,” said Rhaenyra tearfully, kissing the top of her daughter’s head and squeezing her tightly. Rhaella was glad for the pressure as it aided in soothing her shaking body. Over the next several minutes, or hours, Rhaella eventually drifted off to sleep in her mother’s arms, repeating Aemond’s words over in her mind. Safe. She was safe.

[shinfuransan]

Yeah. That meme that's been going around Twitter. 😝

[bheaste]

Happy (Late) Trans Visibility Day !!!

Here’s a trans pride doodle of my favorite fictional feathered fowl, Miss Partridge!

[vvileentityart]

vVile and Dogday

Old drawings I felt like reuploading.

Just to clarify, they're just friends.

Off topic rant: "Certain art" has made me a bit uncomfortable about drawing and posting drawings of my persona and dogday together, as I don't want to give people the wrong idea about me. Plus I feel certain impressions people might get at first glance might make them uncomfortable and I don't want to make people uncomfortable on my tumblr, as I like to think of it as a safe place for clean SC and PPT fanart. So just for double clarification, all art featuring vVile (my persona) and Dogday (or any other character for that matter) is strictly platonic.