Latest Posts by kezervised95 - Page 2

gonna manipulate mansplain malewife gaslight girlboss gatekeep our way thru this one

The white race suits are so the track knows we are pure of heart and will bless the car for this weekend

Your fluff fluffs really well and I love it very much

But a sequal for TKPG????

I would go feral for it!

No pressure tho lol

Write whatever you wanna write and we will love it & you regardless

i- okay

i might cry

babes i have been thinking of writing a sequel but like I don't think the ending of that chap could be topped by a sequel. like 'In case you forget: You are Charles Leclerc. You are loved.' feels pretty final. like I don't think I can top that like spiritually. but but but I will try!!!

thats a lot of filler words do not judge me 👀🫵

"Aurelia Knife Verstappen-Leclerc" i giggled so bad that whole fic

AHHHHH its a valid name!! lmao it was either knife or sword and I stuck with knife THANKS FOR READING BTW!! LOVE YOUUU

So I might actually be insane cause the amount of times I have read "The Kingdom, The Power, The Glory" is actually insane and too many to count.

i read it exactly once and now the implications of a potential sequel is plaguing me. i might be going insane. its very hard to say. I'm writing fluff to cope.

twenty years across the sea

WE NEVER MADE THAT EXCEL SHEET LMAO

very not pog of us

soo wedding fic when

stop asking “is this good?” and start asking “did it cause emotional damage?” that’s how you know.

you may be losing the idgaf war but they wouldn't even let me enlist. on account of my poet's temperament.

me: posts a fic on ao3 also me, 0.3 seconds later: let me just take a totally casual peek at my inbox 🥰

ao3 inbox: (0)

me: ok haha that’s fine i didn’t write that with my whole chest and soul and childhood trauma or anything 😌👍

fifty minutes later ao3 inbox: (1)

me: …wait. who was that. who read it. who’s my special little guy. come here. let me look at you. let me HOLD you.

ao3 inbox: (2)

me: feral screaming OH MY GOODNESS THEY’RE BREEDING

ao3 inbox: (5)

me: I’M GONNA PUKE I’M GONNA CRY I’M GONNA WRITE 10K OF SLOW BURN FOR YOU SPECIFICALLY WHOEVER YOU ARE

ao3 inbox: (10)

me: on the floor, kicking my feet they LIKE me they REALLY LIKE ME I’M GONNA BUILD A SHRINE

tldr; shoutout to everyone who turns the (0) into the (1) and then into the (more than 1). i don’t know who you are but i’m spiritually holding your face in my hands and whispering danke

btw. to everyone who's suffering because of sports right now: remember that you can't be so back if it isn't first so over. never forget

I love love and am terrified of it just like everyone else

LePlatypus, Mon Amour.

a phineas and ferb X f1 crackfic? si. i don't have much plot at the moment so I thought I would just post whatever I have.. so this is a snippet. if u wanna write the fic dm me! i have ideas but no ambition.

Maximilian Doofenshmirtz had a problem.

Well, he had several problems. His evil lair's espresso machine was on the fritz again, his latest inator had turned his favorite pair of shoes into sentient beings that now refused to be worn, and his daughter Lanessa was threatening to move out if he didn't stop using her room as a storage space for his "Evil Plans That Didn't Work" memorabilia.

But the most pressing issue at hand was the mysterious human who kept showing up and thwarting his evil schemes.

Max had first noticed the man during his attempt to replace all the city's pigeons with robotic versions that would deliver his manifesto instead of defecating on statues. Just as he was about to activate the Pigeonator 3000, the man had appeared out of nowhere, dismantled the machine with alarming efficiency, and disappeared without a trace.

"Who was that?" Max had wondered aloud, scratching his head. "Just some random human? How rude!"

This pattern continued. Every time Max was on the verge of executing a brilliant plan—be it the Mustache-Inator, designed to give everyone in the Tri-State Area a mustache (regardless of gender), or the Reverse-Vacuum-Inator, intended to suck all the air out of a room to make people appreciate oxygen more—the same man would appear, sabotage his efforts, and vanish.

Max was baffled. He had no idea who this person was. He didn't even have a name for him. He was just... that human.

Then, one day, during an attempt to turn all the city's fountains into chocolate fondue stations (because why not?), the man showed up again.

Max's eyes widened in zero recognition.

"A human?!" he exclaimed.

This time, however, he had put on a red fedora with a sigh.

"Charles the Human?!"

Charles, adjusting his fedora, gave Max a bemused look. "I've always been human, Max."

Max blinked. "No, no, no. You're Charles the Human. I recognise you now because of the hat."

Charles sighed. "We've been through this. I'm always me, hat or no hat."

Max waved him off. "Nonsense. Without the hat, you're just some random human. But with the hat, you're Charles the Human, my nemesis!"

From that day forward, Max was convinced that the red fedora was the key to Charles's identity. Whenever Charles appeared without it, Max would treat him as a stranger, even if they had just spoken the day before.

"Who are you?" Max would ask, squinting suspiciously.

"It's me, Charles," Charles would reply, exasperated.

"Charles who?"

"Charles the Human."

Max would shake his head. "Impossible. Charles the Human wears a red fedora. You're just a regular human."

Charles eventually gave up trying to convince Max otherwise. He started carrying the fedora with him at all times, putting it on whenever he needed Max to recognise him.

Their interactions became increasingly absurd. Max would invite Charles over for tea, only to forget who he was if he took off his hat to scratch his head.

"Stranger danger!" Max would yell, throwing a scone at Charles.

"It's me, Max!" Charles would protest, dodging the pastry.

"Prove it!"

Charles would sigh, put the fedora back on, and Max's face would light up.

"Charles the Human! There you are! I was wondering where you'd gone."

Despite the chaos, their relationship developed a strange rhythm. Max would devise elaborate schemes, Charles would thwart them, and they would share tea afterward—provided Charles kept his hat on.

One evening, as they sat on Max's balcony overlooking the city, Max turned to Charles.

"You know, Charles the Human, you're the best nemesis a villain could ask for."

Charles smiled. "Thanks, Max. You're not so bad yourself."

Max nodded, then frowned. "Wait a minute. Who are you?"

Charles groaned. "Not this again."

lmao YESS

Charles: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Max, not looking up from their book: Spear. Charles: BLOCKED.

does this race give you hope for monaco? no.

honestly the best part abt formula 1 is yelling at the screen like i could be driving any better despite going in the slow lane on the highway 90% of the time

I understand Ferrari because if I had a man that pretty hopelessly devoted to me I would torture him for fun too

@iluvoscarpiastri HIIIII IM GETTING A SIBLING YESSS

fellas i’ve done it again. i’ve accidentally adopted another child/sibling on tumblr. again. how i manage this is beyond me

narrative structure i am begging you not to turn into a series of vaguely connected emotional breakdowns. narrative structure please help me form a cohesive storyline. narrative structure you were supposed to have THREE ACTS not seventeen feral gremlins fighting in a trench coat over tone and pacing.

love when stories inflict unspeakable horrors onto a person for no real reason. its not karma. its not payback. its not a lesson. its not your fault. no ones even out to get you in particular. youre not the chosen one or special or anything. it just sorta happened and you were there. sorry man

WHO DID THIS!?!??!?!?

me, writing a character saying “i’m fine” as they wipe blood off their face and collapse into someone’s arms: yeah this is what storytelling is all about. this is what shakespeare was trying to do. this is what orwell would’ve written if he had a tumblr account and unresolved abandonment issues.

how do I know ollie bearman is destined for ferrari? well you see he is extremely talented, and pure of heart, and most importantly haunted by misfortune

alright everyone it's time to start spreading the "charles got a podium in the 7th fastest car" agenda

grammar this. grammar that. sometimes 'grammatically correct' just doesn't hit the spot. the vibes are telling me to laugh in the face of the english language and that's exactly what I'm going to do, one incorrectly structured sentence at a time.

I'M SO SRY FOR WRITING YUKI CRASHING AND NOW THIS HAPPENS I WILL NOW WRITE HAPPY YUKIERRE FLUFF (unrelated to the main story)

-icantwritelol

OK GOOD I WILL BE WAITING 👀❤️

gotta ask, what do u study?

engineering!

ver did what???

gonna stop writing one shots until im done with parent trap, greek comedies, and red flags.

i will probs last for two days lmao bye.

i think im in love with you. good luck on exams pookster

THANK YOU BABESS 🥹✨