#literally the MVP of every run

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It is fortunate that Xueyi's body is mechanical, otherwise her back would surely hurt after carrying me through the entirety of Swarm Disaster

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Butcher Shop Connection - FINALE

FT: Simon x gn!reader

Warnings: DV, abuse, ex breaking into house, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

SUM: Years after overcoming loss, you find peace with Simon, your steady support. When Tom, a figure from your past, returns, Simon defends you, subduing Tom and reaffirming his commitment. You, now free from fear, embrace a future with Simon, built on trust and love.

A/N: And there you have it, folks—our heartfelt drama meets its fist-throwing, police-siren-climax conclusion! 😌💥 Who knew Simon had such a flair for multitasking—protecting, loving, AND taking out the trash (literally)? To everyone who's been here since the beginning: you're the real MVPs. And if you're just here for Simon's jawline and knuckle-dusting heroics…same. Same. 💖✨

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 - Promises Kept

Years Later…

The sun lingers low in the sky, casting its warm, golden light across the familiar street that has witnessed so many of your life’s milestones. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of the trees that line the pavement, the world quietly turning. You stand at the window, the worn ceramic of your coffee mug nestled in your hands, its warmth a comforting companion to the chill of the evening air. It's been years since Tom was taken from your life, yet the shadows of those days still hover just beneath the surface of your thoughts, unwelcome but persistent. You’ve found peace in the time that has passed, but it hasn’t come without its cost—time, after all, is the only healer that requires you to face the wounds it leaves behind.

The sound of the doorbell interrupts your reverie, and with it comes a rush of anxious energy, the sharp reminder that some echoes of the past never quite fade. You take a steadying breath, knowing it’s just Simon, and yet the instinctive surge of anxiety still clutches at your chest. You open the door, and there he is—Simon, standing tall in the late afternoon light, with that grin of his that has always made you feel like everything might just be alright. His dark hair is slightly tousled, his broad shoulders relaxed but still carrying the weight of every promise he’s made to you.

"Ready for our road trip?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, a familiar spark of mischief in his eyes. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, the touch gentle, like he’s always known exactly how to calm the storm within you.

You can’t help but smile back, feeling the flicker of joy beneath your ribs. "Let’s do it," you reply, the weight of years of struggle, loss, and fear dissolving just for a moment, leaving behind only the warmth of his presence.

Simon has been a quiet anchor in your life, a steady presence that has filled the emptiness Tom left behind. His laughter has become a balm for the deep scars, and his quiet moments—those fleeting seconds where nothing is said, only felt—have slowly woven themselves into the fabric of your heart.

The following morning from your much needed roadtrip brings with it a chill that brushes against your skin like an unwelcome reminder of colder days. The familiar routine of your day is like any other—until you walk toward your car and find it refusing to start. Your hand turns the key in frustration, but the engine just sputters, its refusal an unwelcome reminder of how even the smallest of setbacks can stir the seeds of anxiety.

You lean against the hood, a heavy sigh slipping from your lips, when you hear Simon’s voice. “Stubborn old thing, isn’t she?” he calls out, his truck rumbling behind him, the engine running smoothly as always.

“Ugh, tell me about it,” you mutter, kicking the tire in mock frustration, the playful energy returning with his presence.

Simon chuckles, a sound that fills the space between you both with warmth. "I’ll let you borrow my trusty steed. It’s just begging to be taken for a spin." His grin is wide and easy, his eyes shining with that same lighthearted mischief that always manages to break through the tension.

You laugh and nod, grateful for his offer. As he bends down to hand you the keys, his lips brush against your cheek in a soft, lingering kiss, a gesture that still sends warmth blossoming across your skin. He waves as he heads back toward the house, and you stand there for a moment, the weight of his affection settling into the marrow of your bones. For a fleeting second, you feel a strange contentment—a quiet peace that, for now, erases the anxieties that have clung to you for years.

The day trudges on, as days often do, and by the time the evening wraps its cool fingers around the sky, you find yourself weary, your bones heavy with the fatigue of living. You expect Simon to be there when you get home—waiting with dinner, or a book, or maybe just curled up on the couch ready to watch one of your favorite movies. But tonight, something feels off. The lights are dim, the atmosphere heavy with an unspoken tension that coils in the corners of the room.

And then you see it—the unmistakable shape of Tom’s car parked outside. The sight of it sends a jolt through your chest, a cold wave of panic crashing into the calm you’d fought so hard to build. Tom is back.

For a moment, your world tilts on its axis, a dizzying blend of fear and dread. What if he’s here for you-or worse-Simon? What if he wants to finish what he started all those years ago?

Inside the House

The door slams open, the sound sharp and final in the stillness of the house.

Tom steps into view like a shadow from the past, his presence heavy with menace. His eyes glint with the same malicious energy that you remember so well, the anger in them simmering like a pot about to boil over. Your heart races as you backpedal, moving swiftly toward the back of the house, your mind whirling with options.

You find Simon in the kitchen, every muscle in his body tense, his eyes locked on the doorway as if waiting for the storm to break. The silence is broken by Tom’s voice—grating, laced with venom. "I always knew you were a coward," he sneers at Simon. "You can’t protect them forever."

Simon’s posture stiffens, his hands curling into fists. He’s not the same person he was when he first entered your life. The boy who once faltered under the weight of his own fears has been replaced by a man who will do anything to protect what’s his.

“I promised…” Simon growls, his voice low and dangerous, a quiet fury pulsing through each word. He’s not scared anymore. He’s not the boy who had no choice but to endure. Now, he’s a man who stands tall in the face of any threat.

Tom lunges, but Simon is faster, his movements fluid and precise. With a single, sharp pivot, Simon blocks Tom’s advance, his fist connecting with Tom’s jaw in a sickening crack that reverberates through the room.

Your head swirls with memories of the past, faded scars feel fresh, but after you come back to reality you rush into the kitchen, your breath catching in your throat as you see the scene before you. Tom, unconscious, slumped in a chair, his hands bound tightly with a cord from a nearby table lamp. Simon stands over him, his fists bloodied but his stance unwavering, his eyes fierce with the same protective resolve that has kept you safe all these years.

“Simon!” you gasp, your voice barely a whisper.

For a heartbeat, time seems to stand still. Simon looks at you, his expression a mixture of rage and regret, his breath coming in short bursts as he wipes the blood from his knuckles. “I promised,” he says softly, his voice carrying the weight of every sacrifice he’s ever made. “That I would protect you. And I intend to keep that damn promise.”

Before you can process the words, the wail of sirens pierces the air, growing louder until the officers burst into the house. The sight of them seems almost surreal—too much, too fast. You stand there, frozen, as they quickly take in the scene, their eyes flicking from Simon to Tom and back again.

Soon, Tom is being led away in handcuffs, his face contorted with fury, his pride shattered but his anger never once dimming. The reality of what just transpired begins to settle in, and you feel a wave of disbelief wash over you.

The house falls quiet once the police have gone, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on your chest. You find Simon sitting beside the kitchen table, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion, his breath still ragged from the confrontation. You move toward him, your heart aching for him in a way that words could never fully capture.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers, his voice thick with something you can’t quite place—regret, perhaps, or maybe just the remnants of fear. He doesn’t need to say more.

You take his hand, the calluses on his palm familiar and comforting, and shake your head. “You protected me,” you murmur, the truth of those words resonating in every fiber of your being.

His eyes meet yours, and in them, you see the depth of his devotion. “You are my world,” he admits softly, pulling you close, and for the first time in years, you allow yourself to believe it.

In the days that follow, the world begins to feel lighter, the weight of the past easing with each passing moment. Together, you and Simon rebuild what was broken, finding strength in one another. You are no longer defined by the shadows that once haunted you; instead, you are shaped by the love and protection that Simon has given you, and the life that you both will now create, free from fear, free from the wreckage of the past.

And for the first time in years, you look toward the future with hope—a future built on trust, on promises kept, and on the quiet understanding that, no matter what, you’ll always have each other.

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[austinsastrology8991]

> Neptune IN the HOUSES < How your DELUSIONS find you RESOLUTIONS

Neptune in the First - You act so naive, and now people actually think your naive. But you hate it when people treat you this way, but your always swaying around and acting oblivious to everything around you, but ik its all a front, and people find you to be mystical and now everyone is entranced by this dance you make acting oblivious. its obvious its an act, but then the more you get to know them you realize its not and thats actually who they are, and you wonder why no one has bonked them on the head yet Neptune in the Second - you dont really value anything, you think everything comes and goes, and your just like a paper bag flowing through the wind tbh. But this quality of letting things be and go, allows you to be molded by life and that can be a useful tool for artisty, but man yall just give up easy tbh. also your voices are like ethereal - kiddd cudiiiiiieee Neptune in the Third - you guys talk like a movie character, and its never the villain but the naive protagonist who just believes in a bunch of bullshit. but everyone thinks your so amusing to lissten to and i suppose you are but sometimes you guys really are playing up this movie trope and well im done watching the same movie i want a re-cast. then next week you will re-cast yourself as a new protagonist and well everyone just loves to watch you be an idiot so keep it up Neptune in the Fourth - Your literally 'good will huntings robin Williams'. you act like you figured out emotions because you let them come and go, but when someone questions whats going on with you, you find a million reasons to explain why you behave this way, and why others do, whilst completely avoiding letting your emotions out because your way too sensitive youd rather keep it at them at a distance that way you can handle it Neptune in the Fifth - You guys are the embodiment of a amusement park. YOu perform a million different acts, and never run out of ideas on how to entertain. Very amusing to watch, but people tend to take you for granted since your always so fun to be around we just expect yalll to keep performing, and you can, but this eats you up inside. then you perform again showing us how you feel as usual, and how it feels being used, and well i guess its all good because you have a never ending source of material - yourselves

Neptune in the Sixth - IMO the real mvps of delusions. No one is as delusional as them but they dont even care because they have thought of so much bullshit and have found so much evidence for their bullshit that they now realized that what most people believe in is bullshit, so they just think everything is bullshit. They dont even give a fuck anymore because to them everything isnt real, and everything is real, they have trouble understanding reality, because they have seen things no one could ever believe exists Neptune in the Seventh - Hopelessly projecting what they want in the world just for it to never come to fruition. This is actually how they pull, so dont hate their game. but they tell people how they wish things would be, and people want to save them by showing them how the world works, or giving into their stupid delusions and pretending what they believe in is real. Kinda a lot to deal with. But they'll never admit that they act so innocent but then your basically taking care of a baby Neptune in the Eighth - They make the universe bend to their will whether it wants to or not. They will pull every magic trick they know to make sure that their delusions are not delusional anymore. And its impressive how much they believe in there imaginings that it does tend to become real, but i would warn them and whoever is around them; That their fantasies tend towards the dark. so if they want something to be real (and they gonna do everything they can to get it) they may or may not resort to black magic or some shady ass shit Neptune in the Ninth - They believe in god a lot, maybe too much to appear normal. They are the type to make up a cult and behave liek mormons and say it was the will of god. The people ive met with this are strange, and their beliefs alter quite a bit, and for some reason they always have met deities and angels. But they are so delusional in their beleifs that if you hear them out, its so far fetched youll get lost in them because your so curious how someone got so lost in their own religion you wonder if they'll ever return to the real world Neptune in the Tenth - They are openly strange. Bro dennis Rodman has this conj his midheaven and its just iconic really. These guys are the strangest most ethereal beings and everyone gets lost in their cult of personality. Always switching up their identity, they think reality is bullshit and well we are all here for it because yall do the strangest things and i just wanna watch what your gonnna do next. but im still trynna figure out how close i wanna get to you because being seen with you is a risk for my reputation, because you clearly dont give a fuck about yours Neptune in the Eleventh - How many acid shirts do you own. Its like your the public personification of 'make love not war and peace bro' and its cool everyone wants a freidn like you, but no one takes your advice seriously. Because your so lost in the make believe that you think your make believe can actually make someone make believe..... But like cmon how the fuck do you think thats going to change anything. WHen has 'peace bro' ever actually worked. do your charities or whatever but i do not see it working as much as you think it can. sorry not sorry. But i do love you. But get a haircut Neptune in the Twelvth - Your literally the type to lick your finger , put it up in the air and say 'yep it going to rain wednesday' then it actually rains wednesday. And your so cooked no one believes you (because why would you) but then it does happen and now eveyrone thinks your even more cooked because what you had cookin is a real recipe. Now everyone wants to know how you have your third eye or whatever open and now you just want to hide again lmao. Also incredible artists, i recommend you guys keep your intuitive insights to yourself because you are right a lot but why tell people when everyone is just going to question how you see signs rather than heed your advice

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into the spotlight

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie returns to the F1 paddock during the Miami Grand Prix, where emotions run high on and off the track.

Wordcount: 2.6 k

Warnings: fluff, smau, kinda suggestive content

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May 5th, 2024 - Miami, FL

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amelienation: Amelie has arrived at the paddock for the Miami Grand Prix alongside a friend and her sister, Stella! 💕 She’s here to support Checo, marking her first race appearance of the season. Looking stunning as always, can’t wait to see more of her this weekend! 🏎✨

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fan1: She really said, "Let me slay Miami while casually supporting my bro-in-law." 🔥 → fan2: @fan1 Bro, imagine being this iconic.

f1fanatic32: She’s back in the paddock, and all is right in the world 🌎✨

latinaf1love: Supporting Checo like the queen she is! 🫶 → drivetoamour: @latinaf1love She’s the real MVP. Forget the drivers, I’m here for her.

amieobsessed: Imagine if she dates a driver… I’d die. 😭 → landoislife: @amieobsessed Bestie she’s too good for any of them. Let’s be real.

pinktarmac: Miami AND Amelie?? We’re eating good this week 🥵 → fastfamfan: @pinktarmac Forget the race, this is the main event.

lanmilsupremacy: She’s here supporting Checo... but you KNOW she’s gonna end up in Lando’s garage somehow 👀💅 → amelieupdates: @lanmilsupremacy Friends supporting friends, right? Totally innocent... 👀

landoobsessed: Imagine if Lando and Amelie were actually dating though... that would break the internet fr. 😍 → f1shipperzzz: @landoobsessed Literally waiting for that soft launch any day now 💀

miamilover99: If I see one picture of her and Lando together this weekend, I’m DONE. My heart can’t take it. 💔 → oscarfan45: @miamilover99 Same, but also... I’m refreshing Twitter every five seconds. 😭

oscarfan101: Y’all KNOW Lando’s gonna act suspicious all weekend now that she’s here. 😂 → landosimp23: @oscarfan101 The man’s gonna stutter through every interview, bet. 💀

hatersgonnahate: She’s only here for attention. Like, we get it, you’re famous.

landoismyman: She better not end up with anyone else on the grid. I’m still holding out for my otp. 🥹

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The Miami sun was blazing, the roar of engines echoing through the circuit. Amelie stood in the Red Bull garage with her sister Stella, who was animatedly chatting with Checo's engineer. Amelie’s attention, however, was firmly fixed on the big screen in front of her, where the final laps of the race played out. Her heart was pounding in sync with the commentator's excited voice.

Lando was leading.

The McLaren driver, her Lando, was within grasp of his first-ever Grand Prix victory. She could barely breathe as she watched him expertly navigate the track, holding off Max Verstappen with a precision and calm that had the crowd on their feet.

She wasn’t supposed to be here, not this close to the action. Being in the McLaren garage would’ve raised suspicions, so she’d accepted Stella’s invitation to watch with Red Bull. But now, standing among strangers, the idea of keeping her emotions in check felt impossible.

When Lando crossed the finish line, the world seemed to stand still for a moment before erupting into chaos. The commentator’s voice cracked as he shouted, “Lando Norris takes his first-ever Formula 1 victory in Miami!”

Amelie’s knees buckled, tears streaming down her face before she even realized it. She brought her hands to her mouth, trying to stifle a sob, but the dam had broken.

—Oh my God,— she whispered, voice trembling.

Stella turned to her, a knowing smile on her lips. —Go.—

Amelie hesitated for only a second before bolting out of the garage. Her mind was a blur, her body moving on pure instinct as she weaved through the crowds and dodged security personnel. She barely registered the cheers or the sea of orange-clad fans.

She reached the pit lane just as Lando pulled into the designated spot, his car stopping amid a swarm of jubilant McLaren team members. Without thinking, she pushed her way through the cluster of orange uniforms, earning a few startled looks but no resistance.

The adrenaline of the moment was buzzing in her veins, her chest tight with excitement and raw emotion. Amelie didn’t think. She couldn’t think. All she could see was Lando, his helmet still on, his body emerging from the car as the pit crew celebrated around him.

Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest, it drowned out the noise of the cheers from the crowd. She could feel the warmth of the Miami sun on her skin, but it all faded into the background as she pushed forward, her eyes locked on Lando. He was laughing, his face lit up with joy, but it was when he looked over and saw her that the world seemed to stop.

Lando’s expression shifted instantly from celebration to something softer, something intensely familiar. His eyes widened for just a second, and before anyone could stop him, he was pushing through the crowd, sprinting toward her.

Amelie couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know what she was doing, didn’t know why she was crying or why she’d run here, but the second his arms wrapped around her, the tears didn’t stop.

Lando’s voice broke through the buzzing in her ears. —Ames, baby— he murmured, his hands cupping her face as he pulled her into him. His lips crashed into hers, not soft, but frantic, hungry, like he’d been waiting for this moment, just like her.

The kiss was everything. His lips were warm and familiar, tasting of the salt from sweat and the intense excitement of his victory. His arms were strong around her, his hands threading through her hair, holding her in place as if he couldn’t bear to let go. And, for a moment, neither of them cared who was watching.

The cameras were already there, catching every second, every desperate kiss, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But for Amelie and Lando, it was just the two of them in the middle of everything. She forgot the world around them entirely as she lost herself in the kiss, her hands trailing up his chest, pressing him closer.

When they pulled back, panting for air, their foreheads rested together, and Lando’s breath was unsteady. —Fuck, Ames, I thought you’d never do that.— He laughed, breathless, eyes wide with disbelief and joy.

Amelie laughed too, wiping the last of her tears away. She could hear the commotion behind them, the pit crew still cheering, but it felt distant. The only thing that mattered was this moment with him. —I didn’t plan this, Lan,— she admitted with a slight chuckle, her hands still resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

Lando grinned, eyes soft but intense, and kissed her again, this time gentler. —Guess we’re out of the secret club now, huh?—

Before Amelie could respond, she was swept up in a wave of McLaren team members, all clapping him on the back, lifting him into the air in celebration.

Amelie watched, still caught up in the whirlwind of emotion, as Lando was carried by his team, laughter and cheers filling the air. The reality of the moment hit her again. He’d won. He’d really won. And now, everyone knew they were together.

She wiped away another tear, trying to steady herself as she made her way toward the podium area, keeping her eyes on Lando the whole time. She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe she was watching him, the man who’d been her best friend and then something more, up there on the top step, holding the trophy with the biggest smile on his face.

When Lando finally stood on the podium, her heart swelled with pride. The champagne sprayed, the crowd screamed, and he held the trophy high above his head, looking out at the fans. But all Amelie could see was him, her Lando, standing there, shining in the spotlight. And her tears didn’t stop.

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her hands shook as she watched him, the sound of the crowd fading into the background. This was real. This moment, this victory, it was everything they’d both been working for, even if it wasn’t the way they’d planned it. She was crying now, openly, the tears streaming down her face as she clapped and cheered, completely unable to stop the wave of emotion flooding over her.

When the ceremony ended, Amelie stayed back, her heart still racing. She didn’t want to crowd him, not yet, not when he was still caught up in the media frenzy.

She waited outside the McLaren Team Hub, pacing anxiously as the minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The cool evening air of Miami was a welcome relief after the scorching heat of the day, but Amelie couldn’t bring herself to relax.

Her phone buzzed in her purse, but she ignored it, not wanting to be distracted. All she could think about was Lando, and how she’d kissed him, and how this moment—his first win, their first kiss in front of everyone—would change everything.

Finally, she saw him. The door to the team hub opened, and there he was, looking fresh and clean, dressed in a McLaren team shirt, his hair still damp from the shower but that familiar cocky grin on his face.

Amelie felt her heart skip a beat as he caught sight of her. His grin softened instantly, and he walked toward her, his strides long and confident.

—Hey, Ames,— Lando said with a teasing smile, his voice still thick with emotion from the day. —You look stunning. But are you okay? You’ve been crying like a little baby.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across her face. —Shut up, Lan. You won your first race. Of course, I’m emotional.—

He pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a sweet kiss. The world seemed to disappear as she kissed him back, her hands trailing up to cup his face.

When they pulled away, Lando rested his forehead against hers. —Let’s get to the hotel, yeah? I’m ready to celebrate properly.—

—Are you now?— she teased, but the grin on her face was wide.

As they made their way to the hotel, Amelie’s mind couldn’t help but drift to the after-party. They were both ecstatic, both a little tipsy from the excitement and the lingering effects of the champagne. But when they arrived at the party, the energy shifted.

Lando was surrounded by people congratulating him, and Amelie found herself sticking close to him. She hated the way some of the other girls kept throwing flirtatious glances his way, their fingers brushing his arm just a little too long, trying to get his attention.

But it didn’t bother her as much as it would have in the past. Because the second those girls leaned in, Lando would turn to her, his eyes only on her.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer, her lips pressing against his ear. —You’re not going anywhere, Lan.—

He chuckled, nipping at her ear in return. —Never, Ames.—

As the night wore on, the party’s energy seemed to intensify. The music was loud, and the lights were flashing in every direction. But amidst the crowd, Lando and Amelie were like a little world of their own. They danced together, laughing and teasing, their bodies moving in sync to the beat. It was one of those nights where everything felt perfect, where the connection between them felt so natural, so easy.

Amelie felt the warmth of Lando's hand on her back as they danced, his touch sending electricity through her. The alcohol had loosened them both up, and their playful teasing grew a little bolder. Every time she laughed, Lando's eyes would light up, and every time she brushed her lips against his, his hands would find their way to her waist, pulling her even closer.

But she could feel the tension between them building—an energy that had been simmering under the surface for months, maybe longer. She could see it in the way he looked at her, the way his hands lingered on her body, the way their kisses had become more urgent as the night wore on.

At one point, Lando leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice thick with desire. —You’re driving me crazy, Ames.—

Amelie shivered at the sound of his voice, her hands tracing the outline of his chest before sliding up to his neck. —Is that so?— she teased, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t deny the way he made her feel—the way his touch seemed to light her up from the inside out.

He smiled against her skin, pressing a kiss to her neck that made her pulse quicken. —Yeah,— he murmured, his lips brushing her jaw. —You’ve been killing me with those looks all night.—

Amelie laughed softly, but the sound was shaky, the heat in her chest turning into something more. She felt her heart race as she tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck. —You’re such a flirt, Lan,— she whispered.

He chuckled against her skin, the sound vibrating through her. —Only for you, Ames,— he said, his voice low and raspy.

But as the night went on, Amelie couldn’t ignore the way her body responded to his closeness, the way every touch, every kiss felt more urgent, more desperate. There was a tension building, a hunger that neither of them had been able to ignore for too long.

Eventually, they found their way to a quieter corner of the venue, far from the noise of the party. Lando backed her up against a wall, his body pressing into hers as his lips crashed against hers once more. The kiss was heated, urgent, as though neither of them could wait any longer.

Amelie felt the heat of his hands on her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his damp hair, tugging him closer. Every inch of her body seemed to crave him, and she could feel the same hunger in his every movement.

—Fuck, Ames…— Lando groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to her hips, gripping her tightly as though he couldn’t get enough. Amelie’s breath hitched in her throat, and she pressed her body even closer to his, feeling the hard heat of him against her.

She pulled away just slightly, her eyes meeting his, her lips swollen from the kisses. —Lando,— she breathed, her voice trembling with the need building inside her. —I think we need to get out of here.—

He nodded without hesitation, his gaze dark and intense. —Yeah,— he said, his voice rough. —Let’s go.—

They didn’t even look back as they made their way out of the party, their hands intertwined, hearts pounding in their chests. Neither of them said anything, but the silence between them was filled with anticipation.

Once they reached his hotel room, the door slammed shut behind them, and it was as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore. Lando didn’t waste a second, pulling her toward him, his lips claiming hers again, more desperately this time. Amelie’s hands found the buttons of his shirt, tugging at them as she kissed him back with equal urgency.

Her heart raced as she felt his hands slip under her skirt, his touch sending shocks of desire through her. —Fuck, you feel amazing,— he whispered, his voice hoarse as his lips trailed down her neck.

Amelie moaned softly, tilting her head back to give him better access, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the intensity of the moment, and she wanted more. She wanted all of him.

—Lando…— she breathed, her hands trembling as they explored his chest, her nails grazing his skin.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, before he pulled her top and skirt over her head in one swift motion. The moment she was in just her underwear, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as if she weighed nothing. His hands were everywhere, caressing her skin, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

Amelie’s breath caught in her throat as Lando hovered over her, his lips kissing a trail down her body. She arched into him, her hands threading through his hair, urging him on.

—Fuck, you’re beautiful,— he murmured, his lips brushing over her stomach.

Her body responded to his every touch, every kiss, and she pulled him back up to her lips, kissing him fiercely. Their hands were frantic, pulling at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin.

When they finally came together, it was electric. Every inch of their bodies connected, every kiss, every touch, every sigh filled with the tension and desire that had been building for so long. It was messy and intense, the need for each other overwhelming.

And when it was over, they lay tangled together in the sheets, breathless, their bodies pressed close. Amelie’s head rested against Lando’s chest, and he kissed the top of her head, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back.

She smiled softly, her heart still racing. —That was… holy shit.—

Lando chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her. —Told you I’d make you feel good, Ames.—

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landonorris: WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆

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ameliedayman: Finally, I get to kiss a winner. 🏆😏 Proud of you, champ. → landonorris: @ameliedayman Oh, I’m winning more than races tonight 👀.

fanspeedy: BRO FINALLY DID IT 🔥😭 WE BEEN WAITING SINCE 2019. → landofanboy69: @fanspeedy King secured the bag ON and OFF the track, no cap. 👀

minniemills: Tears in my eyes! Lando, you absolute legend. P1! 🏆 → landonorris: @minniemills Minnie, don’t cry, I’m barely holding it together myself. 😅

mclaren: And we said it: He’s built different. 🏆

taylorf1fan: Tears are streaming down my face 😭😭 LANDO REALLY DID IT. → lanmelie_endgame: @taylorf1fan He deserves it and we deserve this relationship reveal. 🙌👀

charles_leclerc: About time, mate. Just don’t think you’re catching me in Monaco 🥱 → landonorris: @charles_leclerc Watch me 😉

madisonbeer: KING SH*T 👑 So proud, Lando! → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer Right? I trained him well. 😉 → landoeditz_: @ameliedayman Girl, don’t play with us like that!

landohater69: Great, now his ego will be even bigger. 🙄

hayesgrier: Okay, Lando. We see you, trophy boy 🏆 Don’t forget who was rooting for you before you were cool. → ameliedayman: @hayesgrier Bro, you didn’t even watch F1 until like a year ago 💀 → hayesgrier: @ameliedayman Details.

maxverstappen1: Guess I’ll let you have this one 😉 Congrats, bro! Enjoy the moment. → landonorris: @maxverstappen1 Appreciate it, Max.

landosbiggestfan_: HE’S BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER FOR AGES AND NOW THIS?! I’M LOSING IT

amelieupdates_: Soft launch? Babes, this was a HARD LAUNCH.

[tototalks]

Here we are, the last short story! I have absolutely adored this entire series and short stories, and will probably be re-reading in the near future!

Without further ado: ⚜️ The Adventures of Charls, the Veretian Cloth Merchant ⚜️

- I really like that Veretians and Akielons are adopting each other’s fashions with the merging of cultures… Akielons are still rejecting the sleeves though. I bet “to reject the sleeves” or to “have no sleeves” becomes some kind of dirty euphemism later down the line. 😂

- Laurent and Damen really are leaders that give back to their people and don’t put themselves on a massively high pedestal. If they want to run away for a bit and be Cousin Charls and Lamen, they’re gonna do it. The council are going to have such massive headaches for the entirety of their reign lol

- And Charls is such an MVP for carting around the King of Vere masquerading as his cousin who is also called Charls 💀

- It will literally never not be funny to see Charls NOT figure out who Damen is.

- It will also literally never not be funny when Charls starts to get suspicious and comes to a conclusion that is also wildly wrong. “He’s a merchant’s assistant!” 😮

- Credit to Damen for playing along. Were he not born a royal, this kind of life would suit him.

- Laurent and Damen sneaking off before the ascension is also fantastic. At the end of the day they’re both just people and enjoy freedom and adventure.

- No one was gonna tell me Damen has a dimple?! This is crucial information people!!

- “Wow, Lamen’s clothes suck and he’s clearly poor, but damn his Veretian is great!”

- Damen there trying to defend Charls surrounding the rumours he was deceived and Charls literally just tells him to stfu 💀

- Makon. We’re gonna have problems. Your seams? Wonky. Your fabric? Low quality. Your business? Dodgy. You are talking smack about the literal blood-related cousin to the King of Vere. They are a FAMILY.

- Every time Laurent uses his snakey qualities for good, an angel gains its wings. Undercutting Makon for the fabric was so satisfying, and everyone handled that with more grace than I would have. I would have literally laughed in Makon’s face.

- I really like the implication that Laurent has a soft spot for animals, horses especially, and generally creatures that are innocent (children included). Makes Damen’s gift super special, and this horse poisoning scene really sad 😢

- And in all the chaos, Damen is still finding time to flirt. Priorities.

- Another detail I adore is that Charls notices clothes before he notices physical appearance. He’s far more likely to say “the guy in the poorly woven woollen cloak” than “the guy with brown hair.”

- Laurent really hit the jackpot with Damen and the scary dog privileges that came with him. Someone need only tip a drink on this man and Damen’s started a whole bar fight.

- Also. Totally real that Akielons and Veretians still hold animosity between one another even after the merging of the kingdoms. Integration doesn’t happen overnight.

- This bar fight is everything. Damen is there absolutely murking everyone he sees and Laurent is ducked behind a table tossing olives and stealing lamb legs. Play to your strengths I guess!

- I can picture exactly no situation in which geese could make it better. Evil cobra chickens.

- We have adopted Alexon. He’s invited to the wedding.

- “A Prince’s hands are for refinement” I bet Charls and Damen keep this as a running joke even after everything is out in the open. Laurent lifts a pea and he’s like “Lamen! The king cannot possibly!!”

- If I was sat in disguise around a campfire with some borderline strangers and they started talking about my sex life, I’d simply ✨pass away✨. At least it was all good things and no scandalous rumours about Nikandros teaching Laurent how to wrestle 💀

- Seven hours? That’s cute. He barely survived one with Halvik’s girls 💀

- ALEXON!! Be the kind of nepo baby that uses their status like this.

- Literally need an entire book of Damen and Laurent sneaking out undercover in disguise to free slaves and bring down those trading them. ‼️📢Bring back the blue dress 2k24‼️📢

- Love that Charls always takes the opportunity to mention how strong and young and virile Lamen is, and how him and Laurent must be fucking like rabbits. Which, to be fair, is not too far from the truth lol

- It hurts my heart that the conversation Damen has with Charls could have happened with Auguste or Laurent’s father had Damen had the opportunity to court Laurent like he wanted.

- Laurent in gold looking absolutely ethereal at his coronation. That’s the post.

- HE FINALLY FOUND OUT 😂 WELCOME TO THE ROYAL FAMILY CHARLS!! You definitely know who’s getting to make the wedding trousseau 😉

This entire series has been an absolute ride, and thanks to everyone who’s shared in my (annoying) enthusiasm 😂 AO3 will be my new home, and any fic recommendations are 100% welcome! Love y’all! ♥️

[the-ace-with-spades]

A High School AU where Jake and Bradley meet during freshman year and get into a fight straight away. So when Mav picks up Bradley from the principal's office, he instantly starts hating that Seresin boy that has a such bad influence on his Baby Goose. And Bradley keeping on complaining about Jake every time they interact at school doesn't help and in Mav's head, Jake's become the devil reincarnated. That Seresin boy.

(Meanwhile, every time Bradley complains at the dinner table about that smug bastard, Ice is having a deja vu moment)

The problem is, Bradley quickly becomes the star baseball player and Jake is the football MVP so they start hanging around similar circles of people. And by the time they're juniors, they kind of start to talk. And then hang out. And then they kind of start liking each other. And then Jake asks Bradley out and they start dating.

Bradley doesn't tell them at first, that Jake and he started dating - he knows they'll be okay with it - but he brings Jake to dinner one evening, so they could meet. It goes completely not like he thought it'd.

Mav still does not like Jake, no matter how charming Jake tries to be. And Jake doesn't know what to do because he's never had to deal with so much passive-aggressiveness. They finish dinner and try to go to Bradley's room and Mav starts saying something about how it's getting late and would you like a ride home Seresin? and he makes Jake leave and drives him home in silence. Literally doesn't say a thing.

Since Jake has, like, four siblings and his grandparents living under one roof and there's no privacy in his house, they keep on meeting at Bradley's when Mav is still at work (Ice might or might not know that the Seresin boy is in Bradley's room whenever he's working from home even if he pretends otherwise...). And then comes a time when Mav takes his annual leave and he's home all the time for two weeks.

They're teenagers. They can't stay apart for two weeks.

So Jake, one day when Bradley is sulking in his room after school, sneaks up using the tree that's near Bradley's window.

And it's exciting because they're sneaking around, Jake's taken the time to come see him and it's the thrill or maybe just hormones, but they start kissing and Jake's taking off his t-shirt and it's all just so fun--

And then Mav walks in, asking what kind of pizza Bradley wants for dinner. Sees them there, on Bradley's bed, half naked, with Jake's hands in Bradley's sweatpants and just freezes there in the door.

They scatter, Jake puts on his t-shirt in a record time and Bradley just kind of sits there for a minute, not knowing what to do because nothing like this has ever happened.

And Mav, with a completely blank face, asks, "Bradley, can I see you in Ice's office?"

Bradley leaves his bedroom telling Jake not to panic and how Mav is pretty chill usually, and meanwhile, Jake contemplates running out the window.

[not-poignant]

Birthday Spotlight - Dr Gary Konowalous

[13th January - Capricorn]

Known first and foremost as the MVP of Falling Falling Stars, Dr Gary was a runaway hit even though he was never meant to be in anything more than a handful of reminiscences re: Efnisien's sessions with a psychologist who specialised in criminal juvenile behaviour, especially those who leaned towards murder, rape, arson and animal cruelty.

The Director of Hillview eventually came to be featured in the Underline the Rainbow alternate universe, an omegaverse where he is the Director of Hillview Omega Rehabilitation, a peak alpha, and the unlikely partner of Efnisien ap Wledig in an unusual m/m romance. Going from psychologist in one serial to lover and main character in another is a pretty big glow up!

‘You touch the lives of the people around you, Efnisien. In the past, all you saw was the negative ways you influenced them. I’m sure that will be the main way you orient to the world going into the future, though as I always say – we’ll work on it. But you do have an influence on the lives of the people around you. Sometimes it’s fleeting. But sometimes it’s meaningful, and important, and quite a remarkable thing. ‘I enjoy you as a client, not only because I enjoy the work we do together as a professional, but also because I enjoy the young man you are. You’re kind and compassionate, funny, and sometimes possessed with a very wicked sense of humour which I frankly find quite relatable. You’re insightful and courageous.’

Falling Falling Stars

Spoils of the Spoiled - A minor character referred to by name only, and the diagnostician of Efnisien ap Wledig, formally diagnosing him with Pure O (a form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder).

Falling Falling Stars - Intended to only be a side character with minor cameos, Dr Gary quickly became the MVP of this long running serial, and was as much a star of this story as Efnisien and Arden!

The Moon is Down - A oneshot between Dr Gary and Mika from Falling Falling Stars.

Constellations - A Gwyn + Efnisien reconciliation story in the Falling Falling Stars universe.

Underline the Black - Main POV character alongside Efnisien ap Wledig. An enemies-to-lovers, alpha/alpha romance, with very unconventional dynamics and a significant (20+ year) age gap!

Underline the Gold - Cameo role

Underline the Blue - Cameo role

Underline the Red - More significant character here, and the unlikely antagonist

PhD of Psychology

Specialises in niche psychology (juvenile criminals/sociopaths in Falling Falling Stars, omega rehabilitation in Underline the Black)

Has a golden retriever - Polly - who is the goodest girl ever

He is dry, witty, dominating, a top, compassionate, insightful, bullish, heavy-handed, can be ruthless, and quick to apologise (though he has to be!)

Older. Age undisclosed in Falling Falling Stars, but he's 44 in Underline the Black.

The scene where he dropped absolutely everything to save Efnisien's life in Falling Falling Stars

Every time he's made Efnisien cry

Being so extra in an omegaverse that he's a literal "peak alpha."

Workaholic!

Consistently helping Efnisien realise the world can be a better place, usually after upsetting him a lot beforehand.

Dumping Efnisien into the ocean (just about) to snap him out of a dissociative episode.

The blue cup

His espresso + wine habit in Underline the Black

Chain-smoking his dead lover's cigarettes while moodily staring at the beach, in Underline the Black, like a 44 year old emo kid.

That good old PhD in psychology

He keeps his wry sense of humour

He always owns Hillview!

He cares deeply for Efnisien

Good dresser! Likes suits.

He pushes too hard

He has a strong sense of inner justice and equality

Needs a holiday

His appearance was intentionally never described in Falling Falling Stars so that people could imagine their own safe version of a psychologist! That's nearly 780k of never telling you his hair or eye colour, for example! Many people swear they know what he looks like, and are surprised to realise I never said a word about what he looks like in this story. Much to the rage and chagrin of fanartists (I'm sorry!)

Dr Gary's therapy sessions have inspired multiple readers to seek therapists of their own, and some people have described him as being the therapy they needed. Sometimes fiction just hits right, especially when Dr Gary's in the room. (He's a pretty annoying therapist though!)

I started shipping Efnisien and Dr Gary in the first 3 chapters of Falling Falling Stars, and then had to stop myself for the rest of the story to maintain their professional relationship. But in a way, the seeds for Underline the Black were sown a long time ago!

After typing 'Dr Gary' for so long in Falling Falling Stars, it took ages to train myself to write 'Gary' in Underline the Black! Thankfully it took Efnisien a while to get on board with saying 'Gary' instead of 'Dr Gary' as well. :D

‘Did you fuck me?’ Efnisien croaked, thinking he should be presenting a more macho image right now, but waking up to that dog touching him – and feeling a bit like he might be dying – was making it hard to manage much at all. ‘You would know if I’d fucked you,’ Dr Gary said, voice wry.

Underline the Black

[cementcornfield]

omg this joemarr living arrangement confirmation I literally just started writing a fic today about them watching the broncos/chiefs game together and there’s a line about how tee couldn’t make it in the snow and I was like hmm does this make sense if they don’t live close to each other either TURNS OUT…

it works out so perfectly!!! in so many ways!!

it really is just the whole "i love you on purpose" post over and over again! everything about their relationship with each other is so Intentional. every time joe chooses to throw to ja'marr over other good options (sometimes at his own detriment whoops). every time ja'marr chooses to say that joe is the best in the league, no question, he's mvp, pat who??

joe choosing ja'marr to be drafted to the bengals when he just as easily could have had penei sewell (which may have been better for him in the long run, but you could never convince him of that fact. he wants ja'marr. he's getting ja'marr.) ja'marr choosing to wear orange on draft night, he Knew where he was going. he could play coy but he was already showing off where he would go and who he'd be with.

and now this!!! choosing to live next door to him the first go around when they were both on rookie contracts. as though, while keeping his stuff at joe's house during the move, he just so happened to be like "oh i guess this is a nice street to live on!" like joe had nothing to do with it! and we could almost believe that until whoops, it turns out, that once joe moved, he moved a few months later to the same street again!! what a coincidence :)

they drive me CRAZY!

[sotwk]

Hi Naneth! Do you know and/or play D&D? So...I've recently started playing it and got addicted to the game (surprisingly for someone who's always been a bookworm than a gamer hehe), and now I can't help but be curious what would the Thranduillions (maybe bonus Thranduil and his wife?) be like as D&D characters (or what kind of characters would they create and play as during D&D sessions)? Ooooh, now I wonder what a Thranduillion D&D session would look like XD!

Omg it's amazing that you asked me this question, because literally just this morning I was chatting with my sister about her starting to play tabletop D&D with her old college buddies! I said to her, "Man I'm jealous and I wish I could join in, but I would just be so lost and confused and annoying because I'll need everything explained to me multiple times." XD My sister is also trying to get me to play BG3, and although it's really, really tempting, I'm afraid even venturing into that would take up what little free time I have left!

Anyway, going into your question that I LOVE so much, about what the Thranduilions would be like if they had a D&D session. Using my limited knowledge of the actual gameplay, it would go something like this:

The Royal House of Greenwood Plays Dungeons & Dragons

Characters Chosen

Everyone in the family prefers to play Elves but sometimes may choose a Half-Elf, Human, Dwarf, or Halfling. Legolas may dare to try controversial classes (i.e. dragonborn, half-orc), but only when their parents aren't playing.

Mirion: Barbarian. Values Strength.

Turhir: Paladin. Values Constitution.

Arvellas: Wizard. Values Wisdom.

Gelir: Ranger. Values Dexterity.

Legolas: Druid. Values Wisdom.

Thranduil: Rogue. Values Dexterity.

Maereth: Bard. Values Charisma.

How They Would Play

The family likes to run the campaign as a group that quests together, rather than individuals, so they work together as a team.

Arvellas is the Dungeon Master mostly because he wrote the guide books and has by far the most organized brain among the brothers. He's also the calmest, most patient, and can keep his brothers in line in case things descend into chaos.

Legolas was the ringleader who initiated the idea to start/play this game in the first place. He begged and helped Arvellas to create the game books, with Arvellas wrangling Legolas's wild enthusiasm and all-over-the-place ideas into brilliant manuals. Legolas also crafted the dice, miniatures, and game boards himself, and he always has the most elaborately detailed character sheets.

Mirion is not much for this sort of game but is absolutely happy to humor Legolas and spend time with his family. Barely knows what is going on and essentially just follows what Legolas tells him he "has" to do. His character is often first to get injured or in trouble, but he laughs it off. Is eating an unholy amount of snacks the entire time.

Turhir is the tactical genius who thinks of creative ways to solve problems and defeat opponents. Mostly does his thing to keep the quest going and everyone alive, but also gives advice regarding combat tactics when asked. Is quietly the MVP of the campaign.

Gelir is just really annoyed by the concept of dice controlling his fate and blames lousy dice rolls a lot. Protests and argues against the "logic" of difficulty checks. Heckles any of his brothers who "mess up" (in his opinion). Chooses courses of action based on what's flashiest instead of what's wise. (He's much more strategic in real life, but this is a GAME. Plus he likes to mess with Legolas.)

Thranduil picks up on the game super quickly despite having the least experience. Frequently leaves the table to attend to crown business (or grab more wine). Assigns Turhir to play for him in his absence because they have the same mindset. Drinks a crazy amount of wine during the course of the game (it helps him relax) but still does not appear drunk, nor is his gameplay affected.

Maereth never gets into trouble (in the game) because literally everyone is half-focused on protecting her. Eventually she gently removes herself from the game so they can play for real without having to consider her. Helped Legolas make the dice, miniatures, and game boards.

I hope you (and all D&D/BG3 readers) enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you for this very fun Ask! <3

For more SotWK AU headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

Elves HC Tag List: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @acornsandoaktrees @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @auttumnsayshi @blueberryrock @conversacomsmaug @elan-ho-detto-elan-15 @entishramblings @glassgulls @heilith @heranintomyknife23times @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @lathalea @quickslvxrr @spacecluster @stormchaser819 @talkdifferently6 @tamryniel @tamurilofrivendell @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

Special Moots who are BG3 fans and might be interested tag: @ass-deep-in-demons @kylobith @tolkien-fantasy @creativity-of-death @missiemoosie (I probably missed some.)

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

[drumcanister]

re reading chapters and why is cup literally an mvp

its insane to me that this man can barely even fucking run and yet he took on an entire bar of men BY HIMSELF with no warm up or nothin like

dude is surviving every near death experience while pulling every girl in the book

and yet bendy is supposed to be the main character gng 🤒

[mannatea]

more fe7 playthrough babble in here

blasted through lyn hard mode & eliwood hard mode for the laffs (and to get more supports).

my intention was to get the kent/heath supports to get them out of the way, and i even used afa's drops on heath so he'd suck less and be less of a burden, but my DUMB ASS accidentally got a sain/kent c and a lyn/kent b (the horror of mashing a/start through literally all dialogue) so imagine my horror when i realize this way way too late. frICK (they were also a HUGE pain to get in the first place, but i really like these supports!)

i tried to pivot and do heath/vaida instead but it was too late and grinding supports sucks.

i promoted kent in lyn's mode at level 14 and tried to limit who i was using so that i wouldn't have too many underleveled fellas for eliwood's hard mode. i feel like for maximum support completion you'd really have to plan things in advance, but most supports would be easier and far less tedious to grind on normal mode -_-

florina once again wasn't as good as fiora, and so was promoted last, but i was able to get the florina/hector supports this time. yay. i also got eliwood/fiora, lyn/wallace (!!), lowen/marcus, lucius/raven, hawkeye/ninian, and sain/serra. and i *used matthew*??!??!

i figured i had to take advantage of wallace, since in my experience i usually see geitz more often. i just tried to be less aggressive with all the lord characters, because last time on normal mode they were all capped at 20 for way too long.

this time, nobody was capped too early; they were much more on time (like hitting 20 the chapter i got their seal/before the auto promotion).

that said, eliwood was shit in this run. after having an eliGOOD last time, seeing him flounder with the lowest imaginable speed and -100 strength was brutal.

speaking of brutal, thank god for the rewind. sonia's chapter was SO awful because i fucked up and brought wallace but not lyn (and i meant to bring neither of them) so that sucked. hector getting berserked and then chasing kent down with the brave axe to slaughter him on the fourth hit was rage inducing. HECTOR, PLEASE. but then when i reset sain got berserked and chased kent down, too. bro...

lucius was particularly good in this run, and serra felt like the mvp for sure. she was just dodge tanking everything. and sain as usual kept critting over and over and over if they were standing together. (he did this last file too, when he was with fiora...but then fiora would ALSO crit next to him and i was like, are they showing off??? guys please! you're both true knights!)

this time hector basically solo'd the dragon with one hit from eliwood to assist. hector managed to be a REALLY good unit, too, when he was kind of mediocre compared to eliwood last time.

meanwhile priscilla did SO POORLY that i ended up mostly ditching her or using her on chapters where i could bring extras just to rescue others.

--

just started a new playthrough today and got through lyn hard mode again. promoted kent at level 15 this time, and am only using the following from lyn's mode:

kent

lyn

sain

wil

rath

serra

I love Lucius so much but decided to ditch him and Erk since Serra can more or less fill that role and is easier to level up. I spent a while letting Wil shoot at Lundgren with a steel bow and healing him twice every turn with Serra to get them some levels up, and let Lyn finish the bastard off eventually.

Low key thinking about these supports right now (hector normal mode):

eliwood/marcus

serra/florina

rath/wil

sain/isadora

kent/heath (this time for real)

hector/lyn

i also usually try to grab some random supports over the course of the story so maybe dorcas/bartre?

but who knows where the game will take me?

[star-light-shadows]

A rant all about how Nya's character was ruined.

This summarizes and extends upon a conversation had on this post, by @parachutingkitten

Nya's entire character in Seasons 1-4 was about her being strong on her own merits and independent and being her own person, instead of being what others expect of her or trying to imitate her peers' strengths. She even deliberately turned down the chance to check if she was destined to be the prestigious Green Ninja, because she was happy with being a Samurai instead, cause that was the identity and strength she built for herself.

The uniqueness in her skillset and role on the team was in itself a crucial part of what MADE her character strong and independent. It was a path she chose for herself in contrast to any of the outside influences she had.

Season 5 making Nya a Ninja, especially under Wu's insistence and explicitly against her will, sabotages every part of all of this.

Now She's a shell of her former self with everything that made her character actually interesting either stripped away outright or turned into a bland and weak facsimile. All she has left to give her even a modicum of character depth is some vague sense of independence that is constantly shown-not-told and/or outright undermined.

She rightfully gripes about being forced to be the gray Ninja in seasons 6 and 7, but both seasons then proceed to deliberately undermine her independence, with Season 6 ending with her will being overridden by Jay's and Genie magic, and Season 7 introducing a new Samurai X.(Which I have more to say about later.) Nya's discontent with her situation gets dropped entirely, with Nya effectively resigning to her fate.

From then until all the way in Seabound, there's no pushback against her independent nature to highlight that she IS strong or independent, and nothing else to give her any other character depth. She literally becomes a glorified water fountain that also happens to be married to the electric one.

And then Seabound is somehow even WORSE.

Seabound's ENTIRE plot is literally summarized as "Nya getting screwed over by her powers: The Movie." Powers that she wasn't originally supposed to have, mind you, not just out-of-universe, but as this Season reveals, apparently IN-universe. (I don't even KNOW what that's about.)

The story yet again does an ass job at portraying Nya as independent and then screws her over. Yet even worse than Seasons 6 and 7, because it literally amounts to her being mildly annoyed at her mother's presence and the brain-dead arc-phrase of "I don't like crumbly cookies," culminating in her resigning to her apparent fate yet again and literally sacrificing her sense of self and identity to her elemental powers.

Seabound's ending is frankly one big metaphor for what Season 5 did to her character.

They also, weirdly consistently, screwed Nya's character using Pixal. Prior to Season 8, she was flat as cardboard and yet was undeservedly given the Samurai X mantle. Then the Season 8/Movie redesign traded in Nya's iconic and unique hairstyle for one literally identical to Pixal's. And Pixal even stole Nya's role as the Mechie,(despite already being the techie) a field where she reaches ridiculous heights by the time of Crystalized. (Speaking of which:)

Crystalized puts a cherry on top of this character-assassination sundae by finally separating Nya from that accursed element, and having her even make the choice to take back her Samurai X identity, but then it, despite the main threat of the 2nd chapter literally being the exact situation where Samurai Nya should be MVP, randomly proves pointless and ineffective, forcing Nya to come running back to her elemental powers. (Even worse, for the sake of CRYING FOR HELP.)

It's like she has some kind of toxic relationship with the element of water that fate and the writers are actively pushing and preventing from being severed.

[janujaja]

Literally @lost-my-sanity1 being an MVP and tagging me in everything so that I don't disappear from this world. Thankyou kiddo.

So yes! List of 10 comfort bl shows haha oookie.

1. MSP - My School President [Thai]- TINNGUN - GEMINIFOURTH [ do I even need to. Have u seen my tumblr. Yes. Thankyou Next.]

2. Bad Buddy [Thai] [ Carved a HOLE in my heart when it ended. ]

3. Bleuming [Korean] [hashtag one of the FEW series I can watch over and over again cuz the vibes are just. IMMACULATE.]

4. Semantic Error [Korean] [again love it so much cuz I read the manga first and the two have given LIFE to the characters so so so so so well I lou them I miss jaechan plz come back.] I also love it for its wider implications on making the kpop industry much more LGBTQ+ tolerable but that's for another time.

5. Keita Hatsukoi [Japan] [I still find it bewildering how I was able to fall in love with the EXTRAness of Shunsuke Michieda (Aoki) in the series, and just for that, he and Ren (Ida) have my heart.] I am so so so scared as to how the thai version shall go but then again it's my geminifourth so.

6. Jack o' Frost [Japan] [why was it so good? Why were BOTH of them such baby gurls? Why? No one will ever know.]

7. A Tale of a Thousand Stars [Thai] [Literally got me back into bls during pandemic. The bgm, the village vibes, THEM, chefs kiss. I have even sent @hereforb99 crying vids way back in the days.]

8. Be My Favourite the series [Thai] [I genuinely just watch it for the theme song that they kept playing every 5 seconds (am I one of the few people who was obsessed with it?) plus the surprising chemistry of gawinkrist. Loved it. Did rewatch a lot of eps cuz of it.]

9. Triage the series [Thai] [There wasn't anything comforting abt the series per say throughout 🤡 but like IT WAS CUTE AND SOFT SHUT UP]

10. Bite Me the series [Thai] [SEE so the ending was crap and the last 2 to 3 eps were also crap :). But I LOVED the first few eps and the BGM 🥺 I LOU ME A BGM THAT CAN HOOK ME OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE.]

VEry special mention cuz list said 10 lel. Lovely Writer. I love Lovely Writer. If I had the brains to reactive my tumblr when that was running, this would have been a Lovely Writer blog first. Yes I love the BGM TOO. SHUT IT.

I don't have anyone else to tag :) har har.

[plsleafmelon]

malding over big brother fight in limbus and i was like WHY IS HE DOING SO MUCH DMG ITS OK I HAVE A PLAN which was use fausts fluid sac bcs sound plan right? yeah so fluid sac corroded and then she spat twice on my sorry ass and ishmael had 1 hp but god bless no one else hit her so i used ardor star to hit ricardo and i hit like 300 tremor burst dmg anyways so ish survived on 1 hp for like 3 turns in abs corrosion and faust was disgorging literally everything she had and i almost won if RICARDO DIDNT START SCREAMING ABOUT HIS COUPONS and then hit me with a 28 aoe w 5 atk weight and ended my whole run then i went to search up guides and went :( why is he so hard :( even dongbaek wasnt this hard :( until i realised i forgot to read literally every single one of his skills like. well no fucking wonder he was hard i didnt know what he did at all so anyways nclair mvp :"))

[ccfever]

i love iowa cc to death but in the grand scheme of things i feel like what she did at iowa, especially during her senior year, was really unsustainable. that level of carrying she did was just insane like scoring 45 points in that ohio state game and still losing was terrible. her midrange being taken away kind of worked in helping them have a deep tourney run again but it also hurt her transitioning to the pros. right now i'm fine with cc just being a floor general (actually i'm really not okay about that lol) but she's being guarded like a 5x MVP while being surrounded by low basketball IQ teammates with tunnel vision while also being coached by a literal BUM so really what else can you do? lmfao. literally the only solution is to fire lin dunn + christie sides and then throw away every other player except AB and CC (would've added celeste but they waived her UGHHHHHH)

yup!!!! i’m actually super interested to see cc round out her game more. a middy and a floater are definitely on top of that list, but once she gets sharper on the passes and gets more high iq teammates, we’re gonna cook.

thank you for mentioning how unsustainable iowa cc is because i tend to look at her with rose tinted glasses. it is unsustainable, but i still want to know that she can still pull it out of the bag every now and then if it’s necessary for the team. which if we go back to the sparks game where she went for 30, we know she can still be!

[tojikai]

i'm sorry if i don't sound like i'm making sense but what the fuckk this was really a rollercoaster of a chapter like oh my god it's so good 😭😭

this chapter got me thinking like why are there holes in my toji x yn ship LMAOOFJJ but then it wasn't surprising bc him mentioning his wife for no reason every time is actually.... on brand? idk like, suddenly he doesn't seem like a good person on the long run for yn ://

especially when satoru's out there actually making an effort to fix himself and not expect anything out of it even with how he badly seems to want to be rewarded for it.. (i'm still rolling over in my tears over the toji dada thing like the version of that in this chaper is just... 😭) and i actually commend him for that. and him having the courage to stand up and threaten his mother with a restraining order was actually a big step.

so with the direction this story is going, i dont think i'm ashamed to say that i'm actually rooting for satoru now JDKFKSKS like he's trying to earn yn back in a way that makes up for all his wrongs so i hope he gets rewarded for it somehow, even if it's not with yn...

not with naomi tho. she's not a reward. somehow she's a bigger cursed energy than rika and sukuna combined >:(

bruh i initially had some sympathy for her bc she seemed clueless about all the stuff that's going on. and reading along the interaction with mrs. oompa loompa, i still actually have some of that left... until the "i'm better for him not her" bs came along...

she really annoyed me this chapter bro like she will babytrap satoru without his consent bc she wants to be there for him as a better woman for her??? make it make sense luv...

(literally i was screaming AWW HELL NOO NAOMI throughout that shit 😭 i hope satoru wakes up and gets hollow purpled out that fuckin house !)

anyway,,, thank you for blessing us again with this another banger of chapter, kai !! you delivered once again !! it's really SO good <33

i hope yn gets the happiest ending with yui, hopefully satoru, and.... MEGUMI ! literally the mvp of this fic. the star. the main man. srsly, he doesn't ever misses to slay !! like that part where he immediately side-eyed satoru the moment he heard yui call toji dada 💀 little man also deserves a happy ending !

okay i rambled for too long, thank you again and have a great day ahead kai !!

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naomi being a curse bigger than rika and sukuna HRJSKSKSKSKS and yeahh, gumi understands things, he's a toddler, doesnt talk much but he knows what's happening around him like who is who. he's a bit older than yui so yeah. as for satoru, it's not even trying to earn back yn anymore, but rather making up to her. he left it up to the heavens or fate if she'll be back w him but he's not forcing her or anything. he just want to make up for all the things that he did before💔