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[local-dragon-haunt]

Yeah anyway I finally finished coloring this shit

[gothicwidowsworld]

With all my heart M.V

Y/N Horner couldn’t say she hadn’t missed the loud noises of the garage, in fact even now she was still in awe at the sounds of machinery working together creating a beautiful melody like a well conducted orchestra. Maybe it was because of her Father dragging her to race after race that the y/h/c girl found some sort of solace in the noise even if the running engines only use for the day was practise. In fact the entire weekend felt like some sort of personal nirvana. It humoured her that this tarmacked circle felt more like home then London had for a while. 

It had been a couple of hours since Max had escorted Y/N Horner to Red Bull’s hospitality and it seemed like she was the only thing on his mind, nothing else mattered. Not his car or the race, not the thought of winning or losing just her. The Dutchman had harboured a crush on the girl ever since he’d met her. She was 16 and feisty… not to mention totally totally out of his league. But seeing her stood in the garage with large headphones on now donned in an oversized Red Bull team jacket had solidified the Dutchman's feelings. “Can I talk to you?” Max asked fingers in his ears using his elbow to gesture at his drivers room, one of the only places not overrun with Red Bull employees. 

“Are you ok Max?” Y/N frowned gently at her friend, smoothing her flyaways after removing the headphones her Father had lent her and settling on the small sofa. “I want to be there for you Y/N/N.” Max mumbled a red blush coating his pale cheeks as he shut the door. “Max what are you going on about?” the y/h/c girl asked confused. “With the baby.” Max stated plainly the man had never been renowned for his complex sentences maybe it was just the Dutch attitude or Max liked appearing somewhat mysterious but right now his lack of words was because he knew he had to be calm to navigate his sentence without looking stupid. “I have loved you since I was 17.” The Dutchman began slowly. “And it’s only now knowing that I could have lost you to someone else that I’ve realised I could never love anyone more than I love you.” And with that sentence 6 years of friendship could be ruined beyond repair. Silence. You could have heard a pin drop. It was like the microseconds before lights out. And for once Max hated the anticipation, waiting was never something he’d been good at even as a child. “Are you insane?” Y/N asked, her head tilted in confusion, still trying to gather her thoughts. Shrugging the male yet again reached for his cap this time deciding to count the stitches hoping maybe if he zoned out it would be like he’d never confessed his long harboured crush to the girl of his dreams… not to mention his boss's daughter. “Max I’m ok with being a single mum I don’t need you to rescue me.” Y/N explained softly struggling to understand where this ludacris idea of his had come from. “I made a mistake Max but I’m a big girl and I can handle it.” 

“I know.” The driver replied “But that doesn’t change how I feel about you Schatje“ Silence fell over the pair again both too nervous to make the next move, one in fear of being rejected even more and the other in fear of becoming resented. “I should go.” Max finally announced cringing at how he was clearly just looking for an excuse to escape. “Do you really love me Maxie?” Y/N finally asked. “met heel mijn hart.” the Dutchman stated his tone serious. “In English Max.” 

“With all my heart.” He answered acknowledging the y/h/c woman’s request. “Well then I guess it’s ok that I love you too.” Y/N teased getting up from the sofa. “But we should get you in the car before my Dad blames me for making you late.” Laughing Max nodded his heart finally able to take the breath it had been holding. Pausing Max frowned a bewildered look filling his pale face. “Y/N I thought you spoke Dutch?” 

“I do.” 

[pistachiolan]

Me then: I decided to draw pre-StrexCorp Kevin because fuck StrexCorp.

Me now: STREX CORP KEVIN STREX CORP KEVIN

do not use edit or repost my art

[the-barista-district]

Tris do you like puppies?

Puppies! Puppies are the…the puupiest. They are so fluffy and…they flop. Totally just so much fur.

-Tris the Barista

[local-dragon-haunt]

It has been almost a year since I started procrastinating writing the last chapter for this fic so uh. Have a sketch of the boys ig.

[the-barista-district]

I think Tris is cuter!

I think /you’re/ the cuterest little grey face person~

-Tris the Barista

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Beast part 1

Alderstar watched as his son and his son’s boyfriend scrambled towards him, both with fur puffed out on edge. “Pa!” Perchpaw managed.

Vireopaw continued, speaking much quicker than usual.

“A skulking beast! A terrible creature!” He cried. “The Ring of death has summoned it to feast upon the dead!”

The two apprentices collapsed in a pile of tabby and black fluff, panting heavily.

Alderstar- in a rare moment of intelligence- didn’t need a translator for Viri this time.

“What were you two doing near the death ring?” He scolded. “You know that you aren’t allowed anywhere near there.”

Viri groomed their fur shakily, head threatening to roll off their shoulders. “ The warnings of this one, at best, went unheeded. A skull was the quarry, or even one bone. But instead there’s a beast! A monster with a pelt of fog and eyes blacker than tar!”

Alder narrowed his eyes. “You better not be making this up.”

Vireopaw wailed softly in protest, and Alder couldn’t help purring a little. “Not you, Viri, I know you don’t lie. Show me where you found this ‘beast’”

As the trio approached the death ring, Alder was surprised to hear the sound of something eating. Viri had puffed out to three times his regular size- an impressive feat considering his short fur- and even Perchpaw looked ready to run.

Alderstar peeked around the corner, and saw a little white kit eating away at one of the fading corpses. “That’s all?” He hissed to the apprentices. Or, would’ve hissed, if the apprentices had stuck around. Instead, the pair was cowering behind a rock.

Alderstar sighed and walked over to the kit.

“Hey, are you ok?” He asked.

The kit’s head snapped up, and Alderstar screamed and ran for his life.

The kit shrugged, then went back to eating.

[toneross]

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