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#Choking on Greatness
wanderingblindly · 3 months
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Choking on Greatness (Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, 2.9k words, oneshot)
“I don’t think you’re born a winner, no.” Max whispers against his lips, breath like a hint of warmth. “You make yourself into one, or you quit.” Can I?
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This is rated MATURE, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. A detailed list of trigger warnings below the cut:
Unreliable narrator based on: auditory and visual hallucinations, misunderstood relationships
Gratuitous blood
Descriptions of cannibalism (not sexualized)
Drowning in a bathtub as punishment (not sexualized)
Allusions to violent thoughts during sex
Emetophobia warning (repetitive mentions of gagging and related events)
Strong possessive behavior
It's easy to misinterpret your own work, as sometimes you're too close to see what's there. If I've missed a trigger, or accidentally misrepresented a trigger, PLEASE let me know (comment, DM, ask - whatever's most comfortable for you). Be safe <33333
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stevebabey · 5 months
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personally love the interaction in the start of s4 where steve goes “ugh, you know i don’t do double vhs.” when robin suggests doctor zhivago. like ugh robin!!!! we’ve talked about this before!!! steve has a limited attention span and if robin puts on something too long, he will start shooting her with rubber bands
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ninemelodies · 6 months
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the implication that donna just became part of his life so quickly and so easily that he forgot to give her a tardis key because he believed he’d already done it makes me so ill
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anonymouscheeses · 23 days
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Old sketch I decided to give line art and color. Will definitely NOT finish this but if I do thennnn iunno congrats on me finally finishing an abandoned sketch 😭
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agnesandhilda · 6 days
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when michael kaiser gets animated he'll hit twitter like the meteor that killed the dinosaurs
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ashiyn · 7 months
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im fucking crying
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keklordkaotic · 1 month
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Just started watching Beast Wars. Behold, my first piece of Beast Wars fanart.
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It entails Cheetor getting VAPED by that MAXIMAL ZA-ZA
(I am a danger to myself and others.)
Referencing this image. It’s a great image.
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trashmancer · 1 year
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Been doing re-draws of old fanart for practice, so I re-drew the “Murderbot intimidates Gurathin” scene from All Systems Red.
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plulp · 8 months
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im gonna be fucking sick this makes me sick
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sp4ceqtown · 1 year
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Late Night Snuggles - João Félix
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You lay there on your side of the bed, facing the wall, while Joao Felix peacefully snoozes beside you. You try to regulate your breathing and empty your mind, but your thoughts are racing, and your anxiety levels are high.
You toss and turn, hoping for a comfortable position, but nothing works. You tried counting sheep, and even listening to soothing music, but nothing seems to help.
The anxiety of having to wake up early for school tomorrow is overwhelming, and all you can do is toss and turn.
As the clock strikes 3:45 AM, you let out a deep, frustrated sigh. You glance over at Joao, envy brewing in your chest as he sleeps soundly. You close your eyes, wishing you could do the same.
But just as you start to drift off, you feel a shift on the bed beside you. You peek open your eyes to see Joao looking up at you, a small smile on his face.
"Can't sleep?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
You nod, feeling silly for being such an insomniac. "Yeah, I don't know why. I just keep thinking about school tomorrow."
Joao leans in closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his warmth and scent enveloping you. "Don't worry about it now. Just focus on resting."
You snuggle into his embrace, feeling safe and loved. As his steady breathing lulls you closer to sleep, you're grateful for his presence in your life. He always knows just how to comfort you when you need it the most.
With Joao's arms around you, you finally feel your body relax. Your breathing steadies and your thoughts start to drift away. You close your eyes, feeling soothed and content.
As you drift off to sleep, you know that no matter what tomorrow brings, you'll face it with Joao by your side.
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Author's Note :
expressing my feelings for school tomorrow through this little blurb, it's 12AM for me, not planning on sleeping tonight... この男は私に慰めをもたらします!彼を1秒間見たら、私の一日はすぐに良くなります。Requests are open!<3
- Megi.
!! Translation (i guess now everytime i can't express my feelings for someone in English, I'll use Japanese) : This man brings me comfort! One second look at him and my day instantly gets better.
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wanderingblindly · 4 months
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WanderingBlindly Fanfic Masterlist:
Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen
Excess (3.4k words, oneshot)
“You bite me,” He’s smiling now, like Max’s silence is as good as an oath. “And I’ll bite back. Deal?” Max’s eyes flick to the battleground on Charles’s body. “And this usually works for you?” Without hesitation, Charles brings his blade to his own hand. He slices across his index finger, letting the blood slowly pool, before holding it under Max’s nose like a taunt. “I’m too good to pass up.”
Choking on Greatness (2.9k words, oneshot)
“I don’t think you’re born a winner, no.” Max whispers against his lips, breath like a hint of warmth. “You make yourself into one, or you quit.” Can I?
Beggin' (1.7k words, oneshot)
“You are… gambling?” Charles slurred, tilting his head at Max’s proposal. “Loser gets on his knees.” Max said, looking down at Charles in a way that he hoped screamed ‘and I know it’ll be you’'. Or: Max and Charles make a drunken bet after Abu Dhabi 2021. One year, one realization, and one title later, Max isn’t where he thought he’d be.
I Know Your Name (But Not Who You Are) (7.6k words, oneshot)
If it’s been a decade since Max touched him, he fears it’s been longer since he’s seen him smile — their last weeks stained with downturned lips. Glassy eyes. “Cheers, then. To freedom.” “To finding you again.”
Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions (12.4k words, oneshot)
"You know, there’s a very nice, very handsome young man in my neighborhood –” She starts back up, flagging down their waiter for another glass of wine. “Absolutely not,” He cuts her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Next topic.” “So you’re too good for him, is that it?” She sounds defensive, but her tone still has a mocking edge to it – emphasized by the quirk of her brows. Hardly holding back a groan, Charles tries to think of a way out of this. She’s like a cat, batting at him until he gives up, rolls over, and plays dead. “That’s not – I’m just busy, and it’s –” Or: Hallmark style fluff featuring an irritated Charles, a well-meaning Max, and the grandma that just wants them to kiss
Second Time's the Charm (7.3k words, oneshot)
“Remember when you said you’d set me up with someone? A few months ago, at George’s wedding?” Charles’s voice is still pinched, as if his throat is trying to suffocate him and put him out of his misery. “Maybe you could do that? If the offer is still standing.” Simultaneously: “How did you know you liked guys?” Max’s tone is flat, as it usually is when he tries to come off as entirely disinterested, but Lando knows his tricks. He shoots upright, looking down at Max with wide eyes before exclaiming, arguably, one of the worst possible responses: “Oh my god, Max, are you fucking gay?” Or: Charles and Max don't know how to date; Alex and Lando try their best to make it happen.
Eighteenth Summer (Do You Wish We'd Fall In Love?) (4.9k words, oneshot)
Max wanted to burn it into his memory, engrave bits and pieces of it into each of his senses. The way the blue sky reflected off of Charles’s massive sunglasses, the smell of the hot asphalt mixing with Charles’s cologne, the nearly hysterical sound of their laughter as their playlist finally shuffled to Mr. Brightside; everything felt so precious. So fleeting. Moments memorialized on the 101 northbound, flying out of their open windows and away from his greedy fingers.
All the Stars We Cannot See (9.8k words, oneshot)
Sitting on his roof, bathed in wintery silence, Max prayed to be rescued. To whom, he wasn’t sure. Maybe the force that branded his wrist, the universal power that decided who to tie him with forever. Perfectly. Something like fate. Max prayed to fate, then. “Am I interrupting something?” The man’s accent was French, his tone unusually assertive for a question of intrusion. “It’s not my roof,” Max shrugged, hopping back onto the ledge.
Rules of Engagement (7.2k words, oneshot)
“Take me with you then!” Max felt his eyes go wide, his jaw literally dropping at the suggestion. “Tell them I’m like. Say I’m your fiancé, mate.” The heat had melted Charles’s brain, Max decided, staring at him blankly. “No.” He deadpanned. “Mate it’s genius! You won’t have to do anything, just stand there. Let me handle it. Them. The women.”
Milk and Love (1.85k words, oneshot)
There’s someone else in his empty apartment, his presence both doubling and fading overnight. It’s next to him on the floor, an identical hand grazing his fingertips as it lays beside him – a perfect mirror. It’s in his kitchen, looking at the food his trainer brought him the night before. It’s in his bed at night, putting no weight on the mattress but forcing unimaginable pressure on his mind, in his eyes. Faster than him, quieter than him, beside him. Inside him. He can’t escape it, he realizes as he lays on the floor. It lives where he lives. 
Middle Child Syndrome (I've Been in Love with You for Ages) (3.6k words, 2/2 chapters)
After all, Charles being a middle child always made a lot of sense to Max. Max’s unwillingness to deny Charles anything always made a little less sense to Max. Standing on the third place podium beneath the Monegasque flag made a lot less sense to Max. The fact that he wasn’t mad about it, a warm sense of acquiescence spurred by Charles’s smile, made it all click. He was in love with Charles Leclerc, and he always had been. Or: A small collection of memories leading up to a realization on the podium of Baku 2023.
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zillaphoneswag · 2 months
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I understand there’s been some controversy over who won at the Oscars, but no one’s talking about how Angela was robbed of Best Actress for her performance as “The Tumbleweed”
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blmpff · 3 months
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NOO FUCKINGG WAYYYY SEOL DONG BAEK FROM THE DIRECTOR WHO BUYS ME DINNER AND HONDA FROM A SHOP FOR KILLERS ARE PLAYED BY THE SAME ACTOR?????
THIS DUDE
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IS THIS DUDE
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I'M BLUESCREENING NOBODY TOUCH ME
THAT BEING SAID GO WATCH IT AND S2 WHEN
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tyuyuz · 6 months
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MATTHEW TheKstarNextDoor 3
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araluenstories · 2 months
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a random ranger (it's Gilan) kicking the door to Crowley's office open and going "Crowley, hey, I know it's like midnight, but there's this kid who could make an awesome ranger, but the couriers want him too so like I need your approval right now so I can head right back"
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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cw: reader is mentioned wearing a dress and corset, mentions of a butt plug, pet play? kinda
very specific thought I have sometimes when I online shop: deku likes to buy your clothes for you. not in a weird, controlling way really—he just has certain….visions of you in the things he sees. and he’s a little obsessive on his worse day, and he knows he won’t ever get the image of you in those pants if he doesn’t buy them for you immediately.
he’s a little bit of an idiot though, is scammed damn near every week because instagram wont stop promoting those websites that sell all might themed undies and those knee highs with his own face plastered all over them. he says it’s worth it though, when the clothing comes and he surprises you with them with the hope of a fashion show.
he sits on the side of the bed, biting at his thumb nail, staring at your moving shadow from under the en-suite bathroom door. he brought you a baby blue dress with fluffy white buttons up the chest, a matching corset that he’s waiting to tie up, the bunny ears that came with it, and a pair of blue boots with fuzzy ears on top. it’s ridiculous, you told him the moment he showed it to you. I’m not some show pony, you poke at him when you take the clothes in hand. You’re just a perv, you mutter as you close the bathroom door behind you, ready to try it all on.
And you feel so stupid when you come out, all fuzzy and blue, ready to ask if you should hop over to him. But Izuku looks damn near in awe, eyes rounded and his hands in the air, reaching out for you, quietly telling you to turn around for him. You don’t expect for him to rush over to you, to hook his chin over your shoulder, to whisper about how pretty you are, for his warm and large hands to tie the corset so gently, that your breath stutters from his closeness.
“You like it?” You ask him, looking at him from under your lashes, watch how his big emerald eyes damn near sparkle as he takes you all in. Izuku hesitates before he answers with a nod, guilty eyes fluttering over to another unopened box you hadn’t seen by the door.
“I think the whole outfit will be complete with one last finishing touch.” He murmurs, doesn’t let your turn in his hold, grabs you tight against him as he hides his warmed cheeks in your neck.
“Which is?” You hum, swaying a little, letting the high skirt of the dress tug up even higher against the very obvious bulge resting at the curve of your ass. Izuku pauses for a moment, before he whispers into your skin,
“A bunny tail butt plug. Just for the aesthetic.” He tacks the last part on quickly, seals it with a kiss against your jaw, groans a little when you gasp. You eye the package now, suddenly interested in this little get up, finally understanding his pervy little methods. You smile though, wide, and stroke the hand resting around your stomach, the other carding through Izuku’s thick locks.
“Just for the aesthetic.” You agree and, you swear, you feel his entire body tremble behind you.
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