#manifesting him brb

[endless-moonlights]

he isn’t real oh my god 😭

Nicholas Alexander Chavez for Man About Town Magazine

[deus-ex-mona]

they’re coming back tomorrow…

manifesting an appearance for my boy blue tomoda p l e a s e e e e e e e e

[sharlsworld]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ thirsty boy - ʟɴ4 ☆

✿ lando norris x influencer!reader

✿ lando norris is always thirsting for his girlfriend any chance he can get

ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ ୨୧ i don’t know what this is

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yn

📍miami

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yn we in this bitch

francisca.cgomes finna get crunk

⤷ lillymhe eyebrows on fleek

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux da fuq

⤷ yn MY GIRLS 💓💞💖💕💝💗

landonorris early…..not first 😞

⤷ francisca.cgomes HA

⤷ lilymhe HA

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux HA

landonorris your so aesthetic i love you

landonorris your so bhad 🤤🍆🍌🍒🍑😫

⤷ yn woah there buddy slow your roll

⤷ landonorris i thought you liked when i went fast?

⤷ carlossainz55 Mate…why do you always do this?

georgerussell63 Slay queen! You’re serving cunty fierce independent girl boss! 😘💖

⤷ yn i’ve created a monster

landonorris HEY! WHOS IN THE 3RD SLDIE?

⤷ yn my girl alex durrrr

⤷ charles_leclerc I miss my girlfriend

⤷ lovely_leclerc AWHHH HOW CUTE

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landonorris

📍 miami beach, florida

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landonorris miami w this absolute bhaddie

yn freaky boy

⤷ landonorris yk it baby 😉 all for u

♥︎ by yn

francisca.cgomes bhaddie indeed 😍

alex_albon will we ever get a post not including y/n? even on race post’s you manage to get her in there

⤷ landonorris never this is actually a y/n fanpage if you haven’t noticed

⤷ mclaren Oh we’ve noticed 😅

landolovesyn mclaren is fed up of lando clinging to y/n all day

♥︎ by mclaren

estiebestie there so goals i cannot i am manifesting a relationship like this 😫😫

oscarpiastri I have to deal with these all weekend

hoeforsainzzz he’s so obsessed with her i need that

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who_tf.is_yn

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who_tf.is_yn erm what the sigma

landonorris first

landonorris don’t act like i didn’t get you all hot and bothered 😘

⤷ who_tf.is_yn cringe ball 🤢

⤷ landonorris that’s not what you were saying last night

⤷ oscarpiastri I know. I hate you both. I will be sending my therapy bill to you two.

lilymhe divorce babe divorce

⤷ landonorris we’re not even married yet?

charles_leclerc That sick bastard

alexandrasaintmleux 🤢🤢🤢 how pervy

georgerussell63 Risky boy 😈

⤷ who_tf.is_yn what the fuck

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yns.no1fan

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yns.no1fan i’m having withdrawal symptoms guys i’m going crazy without y/n

yn girl…it’s been 6 hours

⤷ yns.no1fan that’s 6 hours to long i miss the comfort and warmth of your touch

⤷ yn awhhh that’s kinda sweet 🥹

⤷ yns.no1fan i miss your ass too

⤷ yn there it is

alexandrasaintmleux don’t worry me kika and lily are taking great care of her

⤷ yns.no1fan make sure she eats before 12 or she gets hangry 🥹

alex_albon the only time i ever see you guys away from each other is when your racing or doing interviews

carlossainz55 Let me cheer you up 😉

⤷ yn fuh nah stay away from my man

⤷ yns.no1fan 😈😈😏 oh your getting it tn

⤷ carlossainz55 OK! Gonna go bleach my eyes brb

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yn

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yn in my own world

landonorris first

♥︎ by author

landonorris can i join?

⤷ yn always

maxfewtrell get a rooooommmm

estiebestie why is lando always horny

charles_leclerc 🤢🤢

⤷ landonorris piss off

⤷ yn so british

lilymhe i can’t wait to see you my girl!!! 💗

⤷ yn i’ve been waiting for you 😇

smoothoperator55 i pray for a relationship like lando and y/n’s before i go to sleep

charles_leclerc Where the hell is my picture credit for the beach picture?

⤷ yn up your ass

⤷ charles_leclerc I don’t see it

danielricciardo Guy this is the it relationship I fear

georgerussell63 Cutie patootie goals I need, Carmen take notes

⤷ carmenmmundt 😐

oscarpiastri I’m tired of this grandpa 😖

⤷ landonorris that’s to damn bad

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bobs.privy_priv

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bobs.privy_priv mukbang out tonight stay tuned dropping at 9pm 😉😇

pierregasly SICK PLEASE NO

francisca.cgomes don’t do this lando.

alex_albon NO MY POOR EYES

carlossainz55 Yuck! 🤢🤮

danielricciardo Do it no balls 😈

⤷ maxverstappen1 Don’t tempt him idiot he might actually release a sex tape

lilymhe fuh nah fuh nah where is the bleach at

alexandrasaintmleux what have you done to my sweet innocent naïve baby girl

⤷ bobs.privy_priv there ain’t nothing sweet or innocent about that girl

georgerussell63 What in the bloody hell did I just witness mate

⤷ bobs.privy_priv greatness that’s what

⤷ georgerussell63 I don’t think that’s it

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landonorris

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landonorris i can be sweet guys

yn once in a blue moon

⤷ landonorris what can i say, you unleash my inner dawg 😈😈

⤷ carlossainz55 Please no.

alexandrasaintmleux rarely

carlando there the cutest couple ever

estiebestie everyone shut up lando isn’t being a horny teenager for one

♥︎ by yn, lilymhe, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, and carmenmmundt

charles_leclerc NO PICTURE CREDIT??

⤷ landonorris no your mean to me

oscarpiastri Rare sighting of lando not trying to pull y/n away to the closest room

⤷ lewistearmeup thank you so much for this information oscar

⤷ yn i hate you oscar piastri

⤷ oscarpiastri Forgive me queen

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Anything for You - Pt2

daemon x daughter!reader 

Part 1

Summary: You and Daemon have no plans to marry anyone besides who you truly desire. After a flight to Dragonstone you both get exactly what you wanted. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, fingering, public(does dragonback count as public?), oral(f), p in v, breeding kink, use of the word daddy

Authors Note: got the fall sads and it’s making my daddy issues rage so this is how it manifested 🧎🏼‍♀️ brb printing these out and sending them to freuds grave so he knows he was right 🙂

Word Count: 3.6k 

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I’m softly awoken by my handmaidens whispering my name. I stretch out and their hands are on me a moment later, pulling me out of bed. I’m stripped out of my nightgown and stepping into a steaming bath while yawning and grumbling about the early hour. They start to do my hair and heed my protests of no tight braids and pins. I’m whisked out of the bath and brought over to my wardrobe before being tied into one of my favorite dresses. 

“Why must I be up and dressed so early?” I yawn, rolling my shoulders. 

“Your father has requested you at his side in the throne room this morning.” I purse my lips wondering why he didn’t tell me about this or come wake me himself. 

“Where is my father?” I pout. My handmaidens hum saying he’ll be here shortly as they finish placing my jewelry. “I don’t want that necklace, I want the one my father gave me.” I whine looking at the one being carried over to me. 

“Of course, princess. Right away.” they nod and run over to my vanity to find it. I’m getting impatient as I stare at myself in the mirror. I smooth my gown and look over my frame. My head snaps up when I hear the quick knocks on my doors. 

“Prince Daemon.” my guard announces and my handmaidens drop what they’re doing to curtsy and greet him. 

“Here princess, I’ve found it.” my handmaiden walks over with the necklace and my father raises his hand. He takes the necklace from her and dismisses my company of handmaidens. 

“I want to wear that.” I look up at my father and down again to the necklace in his hand. 

“What if I told you I’ve gotten you a new one.” he smiles and my eyes light up. 

“Really?” I clap my hands together. 

“You know how I love to spoil you.” he gently turns me around and I feel the weight of the necklace as it rests on my chest. He leads me over to the mirror and I gasp as I take in the jewels dripping down my chest. 

“This is so very beautiful.” my hand rises to caress the jewels. I twirl and admire how it matches perfectly with my gown and I turn to him with a smile. “Thank you,” I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tightly. His hand rests on the back of my neck holding me to him and I nuzzle in closer to him. 

“How did you sleep, sweet girl?” he hums, pulling back and tilting my chin up. 

“Too little.” I pout. “Why must I be awake so early?” he chuckles at my tone.

“I have an important meeting with the King and Hand. I need you there with me.” I scrunch my brows at his words. 

“Why?” I search his eyes and see the glint in them. 

“They are wanting for me to find a new wife and for you to find a husband.” a frown forms across my features at his words. 

“I don’t want to marry anyone.” I shake my head, stepping back. 

“What about me?” my eyes snap to his. 

“You said they wouldn’t allow it.” I chew the inside of my lip. 

“They’ll have little to say if I take you to Dragonstone after this meeting. Wed you in the ways of our house. Make you mine. Claim you.” his eyes darken as he steps closer and towers above me. His hands cup my face as he places a kiss on my lips. “Would you like that?” he murmurs against me. 

“Yes.” I nod my head quickly. “Please,” he presses his lips against me once more. 

“Let’s go see what they have to say.” he offers me his arm and we make our way out of my chambers. The halls are surprisingly lively for this time in the morning. Servants smile and bow their heads as we pass by. Visiting Lord’s and Lady’s exchange quick pleasantries in passing. My father keeps our pace steady as we continue down the halls and my nerves rise not knowing how this meeting will go. 

As we enter the throne room I spot the King and the Hand watching us with displeasure. I look at my father who offers me a nod and then turns to the King. I try to put a warm smile on my face but it feels more like a wince. There is no one else in the hall with us as we stop at the foot of the stairs. The King looks down at us with a frown and my father pulls me closer to his side. 

“I wish for your blessing.” my father looks up the jagged steps. 

“For what could you possibly want for now?” the Hand scoffs glaring at my father.

“For us to be wed in the old ways.” he looks down at me with a smile and I turn my head back to him as a chew on my lip with a smile 

“You’ve gone mad.” my stomach drops at the King's words. The smile is erased from my face as I snap my head back to the throne. 

“Has he not always been mad?” the Hands' words echo throughout the barren hall and my father barks out a laugh from next to me. 

“I will not have my daughter marry some base born Lord, nor I some base born Lady.” he continues to chuckle and I cling onto his arm in comfort. 

“I have sons to offer her.” the King sits at the edge of the throne. “You can have any woman in the seven kingdoms. Daemon, why must everything be like this?” he looks to my father exasperated. 

“I don’t want your sons.” I shake my head looking up at the King. “I don’t want to marry anyone else.” the King lets out a loud sigh. 

“The rumors surrounding you two around this Keep are scandalous enough to send me into an early grave.” the King looks us over. 

“Do you not have one foot in it already?” my father lets out a snide remark and I suck in a breath watching the King's face turn red. 

“You will not wed each other and that’s final.” the King rises keeping a hand on his sword. 

“We shall see.” my father tugs me out of the hall quickly, ignoring the King's protests. “Listen and do everything I say.” he whispers down to me and I nod my head. 

We slip out the main doors of the Keep and he’s hoisting me up onto a horse quickly. He takes a seat behind me and has us trotting through the city streets a minute later. I lean back against his chest as he weaves in and out of the large crowds. People shout at us and offer us smiles and waves while others scowl. As the dragon pits come into view my heart starts beating faster. He jumps off the horse quickly and lifts me off and pulls me into the pits after him. 

“I don’t have any gowns or-“ 

“Shh sweet girl. You know we still have some of your old dresses and gowns there.” he hums, taking my hand and leading us into the dark tunnels. “I’ll have new ones made for you when we get there if you’re good.” I nod my head and walk a little faster causing him to chuckle. 

My ears perk up as Caraxes high pitched song calls us forward. As we step into his cave I look at him in awe as I always do. My father scoots me towards his dragon as he begins to make sure everything is in place before he comes to my side and wraps his arms around me. 

“A beautiful dragon.” I coo as I approach him with open palms. His neck twists and he presses his snout into my hands. “So handsome.” I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him as my father watches on. 

“Come on, sweet girl.” my father hums, reaching for my arm but Caraxes grumbles. “You giant blood wyrm she’s riding with us.” he shakes his head and I turn to look at him with a smile. “We have to go before we’re stopped.” he raises an eyebrow at me and I nod and start the ascent with him. He settles into the seat and I take a seat in front of him and he holds me flush against his body. 

“My gown.” I whine, trying to push it back down my legs but with the way we have to sit it it keeps riding up to the tops of my thighs. 

“Be a good girl and stop whining.” he pats my thigh and commands Caraxes to take to the skies. 

My hands grip onto my fathers as I’m forced back into him. I hear him chuckle in my ear as Caraxes takes us higher and higher. His song seeps through the streets of King's Landing before he shoots us over the Blackwater. He lets his back legs trail in the water casting us in a mist. I giggle as the water tickles across the skin. Caraxes brings us up to the clouds once more and I gasp as my fathers fingers trail up my thighs. 

“Daddy,” I whine pushing back into him. 

“Let daddy play with your sweet little cunt.” he shushes me as his hands push my legs apart even more. “Would you like that, sweet girl?” he pushes my hair off my neck to replace it with his lips. “Hm?” he trails a finger up my small clothes and I squirm in his arms. 

“Yes, please,” my hand wraps around his wrist that’s teasing me. 

“Say it.” he murmurs against my skin. 

“I want you to play with me.” I wasn’t sure if he heard me until he dipped two of his fingers beneath my small clothes. I chew on my lip as he slides his fingers through my wetness. His touch is light and teasing and my hips are jerking to get more friction. “Please,” I beg, trembling in his arms. 

“What are you begging for?” he taunts me, swirling his fingers around my bud.

“I just wanna-“ I gasp as he speeds his fingers up. “I wanna, yes,” I whine as he moves his fingers impossibly faster. 

“Is daddy making you feel good?” he chuckles into my neck. 

“Yes, so good daddy,” my words slurred from my pleasure. He dips down to my core to gather more wetness before circling his fingers around my bud that leaves me shaking in his arms. He bites down onto my pulse and I go limp in his arms as my pleasure bursts through me.

“Gods, you're perfect.” he kisses across my neck while removing his fingers from my small clothes. “You’re going to birth me an army with this.” his fingers trail over my soaked small clothes. 

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I crane my neck to look over the cliff edge at the rocky shore. The clouds have parted and the sun is shining brightly down upon us. Several handmaidens coax me closer inland near the maester. I smooth down my ceremonial gowns from the wind and watch as the handmaidens begin to fix my headpiece. I turn when I hear my fathers low voice approaching. 

“My prince, should we be doing this in haste?” the maester looks at him nervously. 

“We will be wed by you or another. It’s your choice if you would like to keep living.” the maesters face turns red at my fathers words. He motions for the handmaidens to usher me over to my father and on approach his face lightens with a smile. “My beautiful princess.” he hums taking my hands. 

My eyes scan over him and when my eyes meet his I feel us move closer together. We stay together in our own bubble as the maester drones on. My father caresses my cheek and I lean into his warmth. The maester hands him a dragon glass blade and he looks to me as if in question. I tilt my head and his smile returns as brings the glass to my lip. The slice is quick and he offers the same to his lip. We place marks on each other's foreheads while never losing our eye contact. Our hands are next to be split open and we hold them together as the maester binds them. The maester has us repeat his words before announcing us wed. 

“We are one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” we breathe out together. He dips his head down and our lips unite with a metallic taste. The handmaidens softly clap and sprinkle some white flower petals upon the stone before leaving us to each other. The maester makes himself scarce as we stand still bound to one another on the cliff edge. 

“My beautiful princess and wife.” he unwraps our hands and pulls me against him once more. We cling to each other slowly staining our robes various shades of red. “All mine. Forever.” he hums cupping mug face. 

“All yours. Forever.” I nod looking up to him. He places his lips in mine again before pulling back to lead us back into the castle. 

The handmaidens whisk me away once we enter the hall and bring me to my old chambers. They begin to remove my ceremonial robes and help me into another bath. I allow them to clean me and rub sweet smelling oils across my skin. They help me out and dry me off before placing a sheer piece of silk over me and guiding me to the bed. They help me sit in the center before placing petals around me and blowing out some of the candles. I smile as they leave my chambers and I await my fathers return. 

“My sweet girl.” my head snaps up at his voice. He shuts the door behind him and he leans against it looking me over. “My beautiful princess.” he pushes off the door and begins his walk over to me. “My wife.” he stops at the edge of my bed. 

“Hi.” I bat my eyelashes at him and his smile turns serpentine. 

“Are you feeling shy?” he holds his hands out for me to grab. I place my hands in his and continue to look up at him. “Acting innocent like I didn’t take your maidenhead almost two moons ago now. You remember how you begged? ‘Daddy please’ while trying to tug my trousers off?” he taunts and I feel my cheeks heat. 

“Stop.” I whine, taking my hands from him and covering my face. I pout on the bed and feel it dip as he joins me on the plush mattress. He lays me back onto the bed and I slowly remove my hands from my face and look up at him. I slowly spread my legs for him and his eyes travel down to my center. 

“Now who’s teasing?” he hums. His rough hands slide up my legs, spreading me wider. He lifts my hips and brings my center up to his mouth. I gasp, clawing at the sheets as he half holds me in his arms before feasting on me. My hands hold onto his arms wrapped around my hips as his tongue lashes against my bud. My slip falls down my body exposing my chest and he lets one of his hands from my hips grab onto my breast. He roughly kneads it that leaves me whimpering. 

“Daddy,” I gasp as his lips incase my bud and puts all of his attention there. I come undone across his face and he removes his hands letting me bounce back onto the bed. 

“I’m going to fill you so thoroughly my seed will still be seeping between your thighs tomorrow.” he looks down at me with dark eyes. 

“Please,” I pull my slip the rest of the way off and he groans. I watch him with low lids as he removes his clothes and crawls back into the bed with me. His lips smash into mine and I revel in the way he envelops me. 

“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow once.” he murmurs agaisnt my lips. “Then I’ll fuck you the way I know you like.” I squirm under his soft touches and he spreads my legs to press between them. He swirls his tip around my wetness before slowly pushing into me. My toes curl with every inch. Once he’s fully settled he leans down over me and presses his lips to mine again. I wrap my limbs around him as he starts to rock his hips into me. 

“You always feel so good, sweet girl.” he groans as I press kisses against his neck. He leans back and watches as he slowly pumps into me. He reaches down and rolls my nipples and I arch up into his touch with a soft whine. He stills his movements and I start to move my hips on my own. “Fucking yourself on daddy’s cock like a good girl.” he chuckles before slamming back into me. His hands move from my nipples down to my hips as he slowly rolls his hips into me. Whimpers spill from my lips as I start to pulse around him and he lets out a string of curses. 

“Daddy,” I reach up for him and he leans down and starts to hammer into me. My hands claw at him until he grunts and grabs them and holds them above my head. 

“Always so compliant.” he grunts as my legs fall open as he continues with his brutal pace. “Keep your hands up here or you’ll be punished.” I nod, biting my lip as he removes his hand. My hands dig into the pillows above me as his hips repeatedly snap into mine. His fingers circle my bud and I cry out and grab his wrist. He pulls out of me and I cry looking at him with pleading eyes. 

“I’m sorry, daddy, please, please I’ll be good.” I whine as he flips me onto my stomach. His hand lands hard onto my cheeks and I arch my ass up into the air. His fingers dig into my tender flesh before slapping them again. He grabs my hips before slamming into me. My hands reach back for him and he growls before holding them against my lower back. My face is sliding against the bed as he continues his relentless pace. 

“Squeezing me so good.” he rasps, letting his other hand fall to my cheek again. “Want me to fill you up?” I nod my head into the pillows. “Say it.” he lets go of my wrists and digs his fingers into my hair to lift me up. 

“Fill me, daddy. Please, fill me, please,” my voice breaks at his pace. I cry out at my high washes through me again and his warmth starts to spread inside me. His pace slows but he stays settled in me and he covers my body with his. 

“I’m staying inside this sweet little cunt until I’m ready to fuck you again.” I whimper, nodding my head, squeezing my walls around him. He rolls his hips into me and I whine at the feeling. 

“I’m so full of you, daddy.” I let out broken whimpers. 

“I’m not even close to being done with you.” he whispers into my ear. He starts to harden again and he lifts off of me. I frown at his lack of warmth before he tugs me up against his chest. His arms wrap around me holding me to him as he starts to hammer up into me. One of his hands wrap around my neck while the other goes to circle my bud and I immediately fall apart around him. “Fuck,” his hips falter as he pants into my neck. 

“More,” I whine pressing back into him. He starts to fuck me again and I let my head fall back and rest on his shoulder. 

“Taking me so good.” he praises before pulling out of me. I whine as he pushes me back down to the bed. He flips me over onto my back again and lifts my legs to press them against my chest. He slides into me a moment later causing moans to fall from my mouth. My hands wrap around my legs and he offers me more praise as he stands back and watches himself push into me. 

“Daddy,” a strained cry falls from my lips as my pleasure slams through me so intensely my eyes roll back. He curses and I feel him twitch and begin to fill me once more. He collapses on top of me again as we continue to pant. My eyes close as I hold him tightly. He flips us, staying buried in me and allowing me to rest against his chest. He jerks his hips to remind me of the fullness and I mewl against him. 

“Rest, sweet girl. I’ll wake you with more pleasure soon.” he coos brushing back the strands of hair sticking to my face. My head rests above his heart and I let its settling beats lull me to sleep. 

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masterlist 🔌 

i can easily be convinced to make another part 😔 

Part 3

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[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

AHAHAHA YESS

SUFFER

YOU TOO MUST BECOME TERRIBLY INFATUATED BY HIS WIDE-SET LIZARD EYES, SHINY EGG-HEAD, GREMLIN SMILE AND BICEPS THAT HE STUFFED HIS BRAIN INTO!!1!1!&&7!&!&17

anyone ask for a lyle gif dump? no? too bad!

[lurkingshan]

What are your favorite examples of deep unbridled yearning in a bl? I think my is I told the sunset about you the way they used the coconut smell to showcase one the leads feelings for the other was so unique and sensual. He starts out hating coconut and how it smells but slowly as he falls in love he becomes obsessed with it since it's the other MLs unique scent and he uses it on everything, so we get a scene of him inhaling a paper written by the MLs coconut pen and then another one just devouring a coconut like it's the best thing in earth. I don't think I have ever seen such a depiction of attraction/love/lust that's so different but also visceral and beautiful and it really stuck with me. It's very different but it's one of the rare romance things that I'll never forget akin to the hand flex from pride and prejudice.

So you want to talk about yearning.

*Lan Wangji has entered the chat*

There’s a lot of good yearning in the romance genre, and plenty of bls feature it. The example you gave from ITSAY is definitely one of the standouts in terms of how visceral it felt. I will never forget Teh shoving his whole face into that coconut, or all the super charged scenes where he and Oh-aew stare at and touch each other and keep testing boundaries until they break.

There are definitely other expressions of yearning that stick out for me for one reason or another, and not all in this same tone.

The Untamed

Let’s get this out of the way upfront, because no one can step to this man on yearning. He adopted a whole child and named him after his yearning for his lost love. What I love about the presentation of Lan Wangji's particular flavor of yearning is how steady and matter of fact it is. He is always yearning for Wei Wuxian and it's just a part of who he is, whether his love is alive or dead. And while I love that Teh is such a big mess of emotions, I also like this more understated flavor of yearning where nothing is ever said out loud but Lan Wangji's feelings are clear in how he chooses to live his life. He's the poster boy for "actions speak louder than words."

Eternal Yesterday

I'm not sure if you've seen this one, but it's one of the most poignant and devastating depictions of yearning I have ever seen. Mitsuru yearned for Koichi so hard that he kept his body alive for precious extra days and his memory alive forever. Brb gonna go cry.

Utsukushii Kare 2

This is probably one of the more unique expressions of the emotion (on brand for this series), since this sequel season has Kiyoi yearning for the man who is already his boyfriend to love him for real instead of idolizing and holding him from a distance. It's one of my favorite explorations of how lonely we can feel even while in a relationship.

I Cannot Reach You

This show wins for best visual effects to convey yearning, with a beautiful bokeh effect taking over the screen in moments when the characters were extra in their feelings over each other.

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Wei Yuan's yearning was more of the desperate and hopeless variety, especially in his teens years when he knew his feelings for his adoptive older brother were impossible. I liked that his feelings were expressed via caretaking; he didn't think he could have the relationship he really wanted with Wei Qian, so he made it his mission to take care of him and help shoulder his burdens instead.

I Feel You Linger in the Air

This story stands out in my memory for its dedication to anticipatory yearning. That is, knowing a separation is coming against your will and yearning desperately for the person who is still in front of you. Yai and Jom did not want to let each other go despite knowing they could not stay together, and that yearning was so strong it ultimately connected them through time.

Theory of Love

And on the comedic end of the spectrum, I absolutely cannot end this list without giving a shoutout to one of the funniest manifestations of yearning that has ever graced my screen. Every time his feelings for Khai got overwhelming, Third ran to the bathroom for a Sadness Shower, and if the water wasn't working he was happy to improvise (and now I am cackling).

[azzyangelfish]

Imagine Sam’s niece/nephew really looked up to him and they were really close. And when he got turned they didn’t see him much/at all, which was made them really sad. And they manifested as a Freelancer, and decided to follow in his footsteps and become a healer…brb I’m crying over this 😭😭😭

[kathlare]

the weight of a glance

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando unexpectedly comes face-to-face with Amelie, the girl from his past. A year has passed since their last encounter, and seeing her again stirs up a whirlwind of emotions

Wordcount: 1.8 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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October 28th, 2023 - Mexico City, Mexico

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amelieupdates: Amelie spotted arriving at the paddock for the Mexican Grand Prix today! 🇲🇽✨ And she's serving main character energy as always. 🏁🔥

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paddockprincess: AMELIE BACK IN THE PADDOCK?! We’re eating good tonight, besties 😭✨ → amelieupdates: @paddockprincess fr, we’ve been starved for a YEAR. Welcome home, queen 👑

f1stan2023: Imagine if she bumps into Lando… 👀 we NEED the reunion. → ameliefan4ever: @f1stan2023 brb manifesting this harder than my finals results 💅

mexicangpqueen: She really said, "I'm the moment," and strolled in with THAT energy 🔥

landosimp44: Not to be dramatic, but if Lando and Amelie don’t at least talk, I’m suing. 😤 → f1chatter: @landosimp44 they haven’t been seen together in ages… what happened?? → ameliearmy: @f1chatter they were close, then they WEREN’T, and now I’m living for the suspense.

lanmelieshipper: I don’t care what anyone says, they’re meant to be. → amelieupdates: @lanmelieshipper we’ve been clowned before, but I’m putting the clown wig back on just in case 🤡 → landoislife: @lanmelieshipper brb rewatching their old Twitch streams for crumbs.

ameliesupremacy: She’s in Mexico supporting Checo AND looking like a goddess?! Iconic behavior only 🤍🇲🇽

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The day had started as any other qualifying day at the Mexican Grand Prix—stressful, chaotic, with the usual noise of engine roars and tire screeches filling the air. Lando had been focused on his preparations, trying to stay in the zone for the qualifying session. It wasn’t his best start to the weekend; the car was still a bit off, but nothing that a good qualifying session couldn’t fix.

As he walked toward the McLaren garage, his mind was preoccupied with the race ahead. He didn’t expect to see anything today that would throw him off. At least, not until he walked past the Red Bull garage. His eyes briefly flicked towards the familiar faces that gathered around, the usual circus of mechanics, engineers, and drivers.

And then he saw her.

Amelie.

It took him a moment to process it, his mind scrambling to catch up with his eyes. He stood frozen for a second, blinking as if maybe he had imagined it.

But there she was, standing by the hospitality area, chatting with someone in Checo’s entourage. Her long blonde hair, her effortless grace—everything was the same. Except for one thing: time. It had been almost a year since he'd seen her, and yet, the sight of her still hit him like a punch in the gut.

It was surreal. The world around him seemed to slow down as the memory of her rushed back. The late-night conversations, the laughter, the stolen moments when they'd both pretend it didn’t mean anything, even though they both knew it did. The way she would light up a room without trying, how effortlessly her presence would calm him, how he would get lost in the way she spoke or the way she smiled.

But that was a lifetime ago, wasn't it?

Lando stood there for a moment longer than he should have, frozen in place as if his body couldn’t quite decide whether to walk away or step closer. His chest tightened, and an uncomfortable mix of nostalgia and regret flooded over him. He could feel his pulse quicken, the same sense of longing that had been buried deep inside him for over a year suddenly coming to the surface.

Amelie was here. And she looked... well, she looked like Amelie. Like the girl who had been an enigma to him for so long, the one who had both driven him crazy and made him feel things he never knew he could feel. He hadn't expected to see her here, and certainly not today, when he was already dealing with enough racing anxiety.

The world around him snapped back into focus, and he blinked, forcing himself to take a breath. His gaze lingered on her for just a second longer, her face still so familiar, so real, yet so foreign at the same time. It wasn’t just the fact that she was here—there were layers to it, layers of their shared history that he had shoved into a box and locked away for the sake of moving on.

But there she was, a part of his past he couldn’t completely erase, even if he tried.

She didn’t see him. Of course she didn’t. He hadn't expected anything different. The last time they’d been in the same room, it had been nothing but awkward tension and words left unsaid. The split, the fight, everything that had been left unresolved between them—it was all still hanging in the air, unspoken but palpable.

But seeing her here, in the heart of the Mexican Grand Prix weekend, felt like some cruel joke the universe was playing on him. He almost wanted to turn around and walk away. But instead, he found himself glued to the spot, staring at her as if trying to find some answer in the way she stood, the way she smiled, or the way her eyes lit up when someone spoke to her.

He could see her laugh, the way it made her face brighten, the same laugh that used to make him feel like everything would be okay. His stomach twisted, and for a moment, he hated himself for still caring, for still thinking about her after all this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Charles, George, and Alex walking toward the same area, chatting amongst themselves, clearly unaware of what Lando had just witnessed. The sight of them distracted him for a moment, and he quickly pulled himself together, trying to regain his composure. He had a job to do today. He couldn’t afford to get caught up in this.

But then he saw them.

Charles was the first to spot Amelie, his expression lighting up with a smile as he waved toward her. George followed suit, his eyes narrowing in recognition, and then Alex, with his usual grin, shouted her name.

Lando watched the three of them approach her, and something inside him twisted, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. They weren’t the ones who had been close to her, not in the way he had. They were just... friends, and maybe that’s all he had been too. But they weren't holding back, not like he was.

And there it was—the sharp sting of jealousy.

Charles, always the charmer, was the first to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting casually on her shoulders. Lando could see the way Amelie’s face lit up at the attention, the way her smile spread wider as she spoke with them.

It made him feel like an outsider, like he was a world away from the person she had once let in. The thought that she was laughing with them, looking so at ease, felt like a dagger to his chest. Why hadn’t he been able to keep that connection with her? Why had everything gone to shit so quickly?

But maybe he didn’t deserve it. After all, he had been the one to walk away first, hadn’t he? Maybe seeing her now, happy, surrounded by people who clearly cared about her, was the universe’s way of showing him how far they had come since the last time they’d seen each other.

Amelie and Lando’s history wasn’t clean, and it never would be. They both had their baggage, their mistakes, their unspoken truths. But what stung the most was that it didn’t seem to affect her at all. She was moving forward, while he was still stuck in the past, holding onto a version of her that didn’t exist anymore.

He wanted to walk over there, to join them, but he didn’t. Not yet. Instead, he stood there, like a fool, watching as George threw a friendly arm around Amelie’s shoulder and Charles laughed at something she had said. Alex was saying something that made her roll her eyes playfully, but she was still smiling, still glowing in a way that made Lando ache.

She was so different, yet still so familiar.

And maybe, just maybe, he would never get over the fact that she was out there, living her life, while he was left trying to figure out how to move on from something he never really understood.

He wasn’t ready to face her—not yet. Maybe not ever. But even from this distance, he couldn’t help the pull he felt toward her. He wasn’t sure if it was the remnants of their friendship, the lingering attraction, or something else entirely.

But one thing was clear. Seeing her again—after everything, after all this time—it hurt. And it was the kind of hurt that he didn’t know how to shake off.

Lando couldn’t bring himself to look away. His mind raced as he watched her interact with the others, their laughter filling the space between them. She looked so... at home. Like this was where she was meant to be—surrounded by friends, by family. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a part of her that had once been meant for him. That’s how it had felt when they’d spent time together, before everything had unraveled.

It was stupid to think like that now. He knew it. But it didn’t stop him. Every time she laughed, every time she looked up and caught someone’s gaze, a pang of longing struck him. He couldn’t even pretend it didn’t bother him. And he hated that. He hated how vulnerable it made him feel.

Turning away, he started walking in the opposite direction, feeling like an idiot. His steps were fast, but he had no particular place to go. He couldn’t face her yet. Not like this. Not after everything.

It wasn’t until he was halfway back to the McLaren garage that he realized he had forgotten all about the qualifying session. The nerves that had been creeping up on him earlier were now a distant memory, replaced by the heavy weight of the moment. He wasn’t prepared for this. Hell, he didn’t even know if he could be prepared for this.

Lando’s feet carried him towards the McLaren garage, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in the chaos of emotions he’d just unleashed upon himself. He was still trying to piece together why seeing Amelie again hit him so damn hard. It had been a year, a whole year without seeing her, and now, standing just a few feet away from her, it was like no time had passed.

He didn’t know if he felt relief or regret. Maybe a mix of both. Amelie had been a part of his life once, a part he had tried so hard to lock away. Seeing her now was like opening that box, unleashing a flood of memories he wasn’t ready to confront. It was too much—too much for him to process in a single moment.

He took a deep breath, trying to focus, but the images of her laughing with the guys kept flashing in his mind. The way her smile lit up her entire face. The way she stood there, so effortlessly radiant, so at home in her own skin. He could almost hear her laugh echoing in his ears, reminding him of everything he’d lost.

Fuck.

He turned a corner, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and tried to ignore the nagging feeling in his chest. He needed to focus on qualifying. He couldn’t let this mess with his head. But it was hard to ignore the truth. There were so many things he hadn’t said to her, so many words left unspoken, and now it was too late.

He found himself walking aimlessly, his feet taking him to the familiar sight of Carlos Sainz’s hospitality area. Of course, Carlos would be there. The only person who knew everything—about him and Amelie, about the mess they’d made of things. He needed someone to talk to. Someone who would understand.

Lando didn’t even hesitate as he walked straight up to Carlos, who was leaning against a table, chatting with some engineers. Carlos’ eyes flicked up when he saw Lando approach, a small smirk forming on his lips.

—Well, well, look who finally shows his face,— Carlos teased, but his eyes quickly shifted from amusement to something more curious. —What’s wrong?—

Lando didn’t even bother to answer with words. Instead, he just nodded in the direction of the hospitality area where Amelie was. Carlos followed his gaze, and as soon as he saw her, his expression shifted. He raised an eyebrow.

—You saw her,— Carlos said, more of a statement than a question.

—Yeah,— Lando muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. —It’s... weird, man. I wasn’t expecting it. Not like this.—

Carlos studied him for a moment, before sighing and crossing his arms. —You didn’t think she would show up?— he asked, his tone shifting to something more serious.

—No, I mean, I knew she was coming with Checo’s family. But... seeing her again, like this?— Lando’s voice trailed off, frustration creeping in. —I don’t know what I feel, Carlos. I thought I moved on. I thought I was done with all this.—

Carlos leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. —You’re not as done with it as you think you are. You’ve been holding onto something, whether you want to admit it or not.—

Lando glared at him. —What are you talking about? It’s been more than two years. I’ve moved on.—

Carlos gave him a look that said he wasn’t buying it. —No, you haven’t. You’re just avoiding it. You’ve been avoiding it since the last time you saw her.— He paused, letting the words settle. —But if you’re still feeling this way, then you need to deal with it. You can’t just brush it under the rug again. If you want closure, if you want to know if there’s something still there, you have to go after it.—

Lando let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. —I don’t even know what to say to her. I’m not exactly in a good place for this.—

Carlos raised an eyebrow. —You think she’s just going to magically show up and say what’s been on her mind all this time? You two never had that conversation. You never had the chance to properly end things, and now you’re both stuck in limbo.—

Lando’s stomach churned. He hated hearing the truth laid out so bluntly. But he knew Carlos was right. They hadn’t properly ended things. Not really. They’d both let it fizzle out, and now seeing her again—especially with how happy she seemed, how much more in control of her life she looked—it was like everything he’d been trying to ignore was crashing back in.

—She looks... happy,— Lando muttered, his voice quiet, almost to himself. —She deserves it.—

Carlos nodded slowly. —And you deserve the same. But you won’t know unless you talk to her. If you want to know if there’s something there, then go and find out. Otherwise, you’re just going to keep thinking about it.—

Lando looked down at the floor, his heart racing. —I don’t know if I can. After everything... I just... can’t.—

Carlos put a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm. —You’ll never know unless you try, mate.—

Lando met his eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The noise of the paddock, the pressure of the upcoming qualifying session—none of it mattered. He had to make a choice. Stay stuck in the past, or risk stepping forward and facing the truth.

—Yeah,— Lando said quietly, his voice steady despite the nerves. —Maybe you’re right.—

Carlos gave him a sympathetic smile. —You’ve got this. Don’t let the fear control you. Go talk to her.—

Before Lando could respond, he heard George’s voice in the distance, calling to him. —Lando, are you coming?—

Lando turned, giving Carlos one last look before he walked away. There was no turning back now. He had to face this head-on, whatever the outcome would be. The weight of what he needed to do hung in the air, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like maybe he was ready to face it.

But first... he needed to make it through qualifying. He’d deal with Amelie after.

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: I think we all know I basically spent these 3 chapters cackling maniacally

In the demon business, we call that BAIT!

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I'm all but wiggling happily. I love a good game of chess. I'm not entirely sure it actually is a game of chess beyond in Kabru's mind.

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OH GOOD HE'S A LITTLE BIT STUPID. This comic really does take care to portray people as badass, hyper-competent, and kinda stupid, all in different ways.

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oh, ALWAYS love a Santa-coded crime boss.

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I appreciate that Kabru's pride is solidly among the things he's 100% willing to temporarily ignore in order to be someone's friend/get them to do what he wants. I like that in a man.

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Interesting - clearly he's being magically influenced, but not so...directly? as to have the hourglass pupils.

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^ words of a man who is about to get his ass, and his entire criminal organization, absolutely WHUPPED by like 6 elves. I suspect the Canaries are underestimating the tallmen and other denizens of this dungeon, because they're arrogant pricks, but the locals are underestimating this elite team of elvish warriors a LOT more. I can't wait to find out what they're actually doing while "sight-seeing." Spreading out into tactical positions, maybe?

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ASS! WHUPPED! omg it's like an evil version of the Wink.

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I want to see this fight animated so fucking bad.

I dunno, Kabru, he clearly uses the combination pretty fucking effectively.

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WHY DO YOU THINK THAT A VISIBLE DEMONSTRATION OF MONSTERS WILL GET THROUGH WHERE WORDS DIDN'T? These people already know there are monsters down here... And at best, of course, a bunch of people will die... But they're just short-lived races so I suppose it doesn't matter :)

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While I do appreciate this dedication to making Mithrun look as cool as possible at all times, sending a giant, zombie-making walking mushroom into the middle of the Level 4 lake is going to be SUCH a disruption to that ecosystem!! Somewhere, Senshi just groaned in pain like Obi-Wan when Alderaan was destroyed.

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Mithrun has recognized that Kabru is going at picking out unusual people in a crowd, and is now using him as a manhandled tool to do so, and I just think that's Neat.

And it works! (So now it's their turn to get their asses handed to them.)

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This chapter cover is giving me a lot of feelings about...love, and families of choice.

Except for how I'm holding Laios in one arm while brandishing a knife at that lion fountain behind him. Get the HELL away from my boy, you tiny manifestation of the granting of wishes, and all you greater ones as well.

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oh are they now? They're definitely canaries in a coal mine, then. Badass and valued for their skills, but disposable. Hmm AU where Marcille...

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oh my god holy shit never mind, it turns out Thistle sucks at this when facing an opponent who isn't caught off-guard.

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It is possible that Mithrun is honestly, earnestly trying to help Thistle? As best he can?

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Sharing food as love!!!

MY GIRL!!

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STILL A TEAM!

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Oh Mithrun actually only has one eye, it's not just dramatic anime effect + hair flop? Hm. Should have a cool scar to make it clearer. I'm impressed with what depth perception he's shown, though, with the teleporting!

Obviously this does mean he ranks up in the Favorite Characters list.

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Kabru: Ooh nice strategy, manipulating all those people in order to manipulate that one person!

Kabru: Wait, right, I still don't like you.

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Yes! Yes! The Kabru's inner desires is OUT! He is impulsively risking this chance to prevent another Utaya - his stated goal, the obvious greater good, definitely very genuinely his primary focus - in favor of demanding the answers he WANTS, and the independence from long-lived elves.

YOU TELL 'EM, BUDDY! TAKE A STAND! BURN YOUR BRIDGES!!

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I appreciate that Mithrun isn't bad at this personal assessment thing.

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brb need to go chew a wall or something!

[canisalbus]

You could always give the Machete nickname better origins for the modern au, like an inside joke with friends or his siblings. Maybe even from his co-workers as a reference to the original storyline

The nickname should still be a way to tease him but more lighthearted and something he only hates a little bit

Or..... it's his chosen name, hitting Machete with my transgender lazer right now brb

(Not meant to imply you should keep the nickname in the modern au, just some silly ideas for funsies)

I could! It'd be fun if someone called him Machete once or twice for a reason or another, but I also like the idea of him being able to shed the name and the baggage that comes with it completely.

It's a somewhat mean-spirited nickname that was mostly used behind his back. In a way it's a manifestation of the detrimental personality traits he developed and the icy alter ego he adopted to survive in the life he chose, and the poor life choices that eventually led to his downfall. Not to sound edgy and corny but the relentless pressure sharpened ____ into Machete. And I don't think anyone particularly likes Machete, not even himself.

I guess it would tell something about him and his character development if in the modern au he either had a nickname with more positive connotations and it came from a place of affection, or he was just called by his actual name.

[asteral-feileacan]

Random Arcane finale thoughts in bullet points in no particular order (spoilers)

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so like they just couldnt resist killing not one of my favourite characters, not two, not even three, but all FIVE of my favourite characters???

Well actually no Ekko survived the slaughter

but still 5/6 is crazy and i am deeply wounded

but wait can't like our ascended "bros" just come back in the definite S3 because they just got absorbed into the stone?? What is all this setup for S3 i fear i will not survive another season

okay okay backtrack

Jinx is rocking the new hairsty- oh. Ouch. Ouch x3.

when ekko said he was trying to find a way to not let an old friend blow them both up and instead of get him caught in the blast she tried to jump - :(((

okay ngl viktor is really ROCKING the new look

oh jeez

MADDIE WHAT THE HELL

stfu with that scottish accent ur not cute anymore

oh rip bandana guy

okay but the music when ambessa was walking up the stairs was SICK

oh viktor and jayce casually paralleling the moment they first unlocked the hexstone and were floating :') this is fine

the twink murder bots are scaring me mom come pick me up

viktor this is getting outta hand you gotta stop

oh this is exactly the setup of the other wor-

HAHAHAHAHAH I KNEW IT I CALLED IT VIKTOR *WAS* THAT RANDOM MAGE WHO GAVE JAYCE THE STONE

wait but how does that actually work like

there are two different viktors here

is one just from a different timeline that has found the power to go across time and universes to conduct his little experiment

what's his own world like

why is he not completely hex-ified like our viktor

am i just overthinking this

did they explain it but i missed it while freaking out

is this sagely viktor just a manifestation

okay moving on

"but you were never broken, viktor" :( brb gonna go cry

oh vander got quite the glowup

also during the final fight where everyone was facing off against their opponent my dad was like "what on earth is going on" because he's only caught bits and pieces of Arcane

and i was like wow this is all very difficult to concisely explain to someone who's only catching the last episode of season two

okay closing thoughts

mel's powers are very cool

rip cait's eye

viktor's genuine confusion over why jayce is trying to stop/save him :(

the ascension mY GOD

rip jayce and viktor (fave arcane character death(?) count: 4/5)

jinx NO

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fave character death count: 5/5

ekko sitting alone :(

overall i felt this season was a bit janky but i enjoyed it

sometimes the animation in some scenes jarred me out of the moment because it felt not fully polished though

but still rewatching s1 combined with this second season has activated my fic writing brain neurons and i'm obsessed

[see-arcane]

See if Mary didn't quit after being told by the new married employers "going to an asylum brb here's money and the key until we return" and then days later being telegrammed "back in a few or never xo" and then she sees them back home like two months later, irrevocably changed, then it'll be fine... Alternatively, she took the payment and moved to Switzerland

If the Harkers' track record holds steady, their sheer magnetic 'these are my Harkers now' vibes will keep Mary and anyone else on board.

They are sweethearts and at worst she has to stop them from trying to do her duties right under her nose, the little workaholics. It's like shooing cats out of the pantry, but with the added trouble of somehow convincing your former-lower/middle class employers that no, honest, you can let the people hired to take care of the house take care of the house. Don't you touch those linens. No, put the broom back. Out with you! Shoo! Go write something somewhere!

Worse (better), they are scrupulously tidy and organized. Hawkins was no slob, but he was careless and a bit slower as age and the gout went to work on him, poor fellow. The Harkers leave scarcely a mote of dust to sweep or a book askew.

(There are scads of books now, Mary notes. Walls have been eaten whole by bookcases. They welcome everyone to their thickening library--their biggest vice with money in their pockets is an ongoing mutual affair with the booksellers.)

Other times, she and the cook will turn their backs for one moment and discover the Harkers have gone and made dinner before anyone else can set foot in the kitchen. Mrs. Harker is a talent by way of practice, while Mr. Harker is one by way of sheer love of cuisine. Mina sees to English favorites while Jonathan replicates dishes harvested from the Continent, always in generous helpings. The Harkers eat with the staff with the same ease as if they ate with family.

(Hawkins was a cordial old fellow, but he always did dine alone while the help had their own meal at another hour. And, Mary and the rest are stunned to discover, the Harkers regularly have an actual lord, his friend the asylum-running doctor, and a renowned international polymath of a mentor over for supper. Casual as anything. Mary had to get smelling salts for one of the younger girls the first time she realized, yes, that was in fact Lord Arthur Godalming at the door.)

The Harkers have their strange features, of course. Traits and habits and, don't laugh, a few superstitions they've ingrained in the edges of things...but it really is leagues away from the worst of what other households must suffer from their owners. The Harkers love their home and the people it came with as dearly as kin. Ardently so.

(Mary once saw Mrs. Harker throw a Look like knives into the head of a man who tried to accost one of the girls weeding the garlic and rosebushes in the garden. While the man was trying to puff himself up and not sweat under her scrutiny, Mr. Harker manifested at the top floor's window, opened it, and then scaled down the wall like a spider. This he did with his kukri knife ready, that accessory forever at his hip just as the revolver lived in Mrs. Harker's reticule. The man had fled. The Harkers had stared after him with lambent eyes before seeing if the girl was well, would she like to head in for a rest..?)

The Harkers are strange.

The Harkers are uncanny.

And the Harkers are not about to lose Mary or anyone else under that roof any time soon.

[deus-ex-mona]

omg they’re getting names

[xecutivecucumber]

I've finally decided to get some of my thoughts out there about the newest episode! (Even though every one does it lol)

BAD BATCH 03-04 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Okay at this point, putting Crosshair in cold places has got to be thematic, right? They have to animate their visible breath and they could have had any climate. I bet Tantiss was uncomfortably cold too. LET MY MAN BE WARM.

Omega and Crosshair's sass is killing me and it's everything I could have ever wanted.

CROSSHAIR HAS A BASEBALL CAP

What really struck me about this episode is how much Omega is using her skills learned from Cid. Cid haunts this episode like Tech haunts the last three. It's really sad, actually.

CROSSHAIR BEING CALLED HER DAD

Omega: which one I have 5

Great parallels to their first mission with Cid.

Gall, I love how Crosshair trusts Omega.

I know that Crosshair is scared to meet up with the Batch, but my first reaction is that he's genuinely trying to prepare Omega for the possibility that they won't come.

WRECKER'S REUNION IS EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR!!!!

Hunter's could have gone on a bit more, but that IS his first hug with her.

I totally understand that they couldn't wait for Echo but the poor man probably just got a text saying 'BRB getting Omega' and that's it. I really hope we see their reunion. And him. I miss him.

When Hemlock said that they could track the ship they took and then we saw the Marauder, I realized that Tech is still protecting them. The Marauder is a safe place and can't be tracked because of him. (And it will be great when he gets back BECAUSE HE IS ALIVE)

Hunter and Wrecker's reactions are so understandable, but it doesn't mean it can't hurt to see. We want them to see what we've seen, but they only know chip is removed, 'I'm staying with the Empire', and that he sent a message that led to Tech's fall. They don't even know that the chip was enhanced.

Not to say that they're blameless. They dropped the ball when he started manifesting symptoms. I think apologies on both sides could go a long way.

But in the end, aren't they all just victims of the Empire?

ALSO CROSSHAIR'S MUSICAL THEME. IT'S MY FAVORITE.

I DON'T WANNA WAIT A WEEK

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 359.brb x oc

a/n: AUGH, he's so beautiful !!(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Her husband had many talents.

He could play several instruments.

He was funny.

He was great for quick fixes!

He could also drink water angrily.

She looks up at him as she fills her own bottle, the gym had more people now and Rooster took on himself to stay close to her at every second they were there. Ever since she told him about the women…well,he was never one to hide when he hated someone. “Roos.” she whispers, “Baby, you look ready to murder someone while drinking water.”

Rooster glanced up from his water bottle, he swallowed the water in his mouth with a deliberate gulp, the muscles in his jaw tensing with controlled restraint.

"Sorry, Bea," he replied, his tone light yet tinged with underlying tension. "Just...keeping an eye on things, you know?"

Beatrice nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She appreciated Rooster's protective instincts, even if they sometimes manifested in seemingly mundane actions like drinking water. "I know, Roos," she murmured, her voice soft with affection. "But you don't have to worry about me. I can handle myself."

Rooster's gaze softened at Beatrice's words, his fingers intertwining with hers as he leaned in closer to her. "I know you can, gorgeous," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I just...I don't want anything to happen to you."

She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. "I know, Roos," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "And I appreciate it more than you know. They walked away, they didn’t even notice us."

Rooster smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit at Beatrice's reassurance. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead before pulling away, his gaze however, was still scanning the gym for any signs of trouble.

"Come on," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "Let's finish our workout and get out of here."

“What’s the next thing you want to do,Roos?”

He glanced around the gym, his mind racing with possibilities before settling on an idea.

"Well," he began, his voice contemplative, "how about we hit the weights next? I could use a good strength training session, and I could show you a few exercises too if you're interested."

Beatrice smiled at Rooster's suggestion, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "That sounds great," she replied eagerly, her excitement evident in her voice. "I've been wanting to try out some new exercises, and having you there to guide me would be perfect."

“Oh you stop it.” he murmurs,kissing her lips softly, “You are too cute for your own good. You know I wouldn’t mind.”

Beatrice giggled at Rooster's wods, her heart fluttering with warmth as. She leaned into his kiss,  "Alright, alright," she teased, her voice light with amusement. "No need to butter me up, Roos. Let's hit the weights before you start getting too charming."

Rooster chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he stood up from the bench, offering Beatrice a hand to help her up. "As you wish, gorgeous," he replied, his tone playful. "But just remember, you asked for it."

With a shared grin, Beatrice and Rooster made their way over to the weightlifting area of the gym, the sound of clanging metal and grunting exertion filling the area. Rooster selected a pair of dumbbells and demonstrated the proper form for a bicep curl, his movements smooth and controlled as he lifted the weights with ease.

Beatrice watched intently, her eyes focused on Rooster's muscular arms as he performed the exercise. She admired the way his muscles flexed and bulged with each repetition, and she couldn’t look away.

"Your turn, gorgeous," Rooster said, setting down the dumbbells and offering them to Beatrice with a smile. "Give it a try."

“Hm?What?” Beatrice blinked, momentarily lost in the mesmerizing sight of Rooster's muscles. She shook her head slightly, refocusing her attention on the task at hand. "Oh, right," she replied, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "Sorry, got a little distracted there."

Rooster chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he handed the dumbbells to Beatrice. "No worries, gorgeous," he said, his tone light and teasing. "Just remember to keep your form steady and controlled, and you'll do great." and he leans his elbow against the wall and his bicep flexes again.

Evil.

Beatrice noddedand she positioned herself to begin the exercise. She took a deep breath, focusing all her energy on her biceps as she lifted the dumbbells with deliberate precision.

At first, the weights felt heavy in her hands, and Beatrice struggled to maintain her balance. But with each repetition, she found her rhythm, slowly,her muscles growing stronger and more accustomed to the movement.

Rooster watched on with pride, his gaze never leaving Beatrice as she powered through her set. “Atta girl, that’s my girl, you are doing great!”

“Y-Yea?”

“Yeah.” he smiles, “You are doing amazing.”

Beatrice's confidence soared at Rooster's encouraging words, a sense of accomplishment washing over her as she continued to lift the dumbbells with determination. With each repetition, she felt her muscles burning with exertion, but she pushed through the discomfort.

As she completed her set, Beatrice set the dumbbells down with a satisfied smile, her chest heaving. She glanced up at Rooster, her eyes shining with pride. "How was that?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

Rooster grinned, his eyes alight with admiration. "That was amazing, gorgeous," he replied, his tone filled with genuine warmth. "You've got some serious strength in those arms."

"Thanks, Roos," she said, her voice soft with gratitude. "I couldn't have done it without your guidance."

Rooster reached out, gently cupping Beatrice's cheek in his hand. "You don't give yourself enough credit, Bea," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her skin. "You're stronger than you think."

Beatrice leaned into Rooster's touch, savoring the warmth of his hand against her cheek. She closed her eyes, relishing in the quiet intimacy of the moment, grateful to have Rooster by her side.

After a moment, Rooster reluctantly withdrew his hand, a playful glint in his eyes. "Alright, enough mushy stuff," he teased, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Let's see what else you've got."

Beatrice laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I'm ready for the next challenge."

“Good.”

They turn around just in time to see the two women on the machine they wanted to use. Normally, Bea wouldn’t…care. But her husband was angry, so he was going to deal with that…”Come with me gorgeous.”

Beatrice followed Rooster's lead, her heart pounding with anticipation ,she could sense the tension radiating off Rooster, his jaw clenched with frustration as he prepared to confront the women.

As they reached the machine, she stood beside Rooster, her gaze steady as she braced herself for whatever was about to unfold.

"Excuse me," Rooster said firmly, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. "We were waiting to use this machine. Do you mind if we take turns?"

The two women glanced up, their expressions shifting from indifference to annoyance as they took in Rooster's imposing figure. Beatrice held her breath, waiting for their response, her heart pounding in her chest.

One of the women rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Sorry, handsome," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "We're kind of in the middle of something here. Maybe you can come back later? Wait…oh you are the cute pilot."

Rooster's jaw tightened at the woman's flirtatious tone, his expression hardening with annoyance. He glanced at Beatrice before turning back to the women with a forced smile.

"We're actually in a bit of a hurry," he replied, his tone firm but polite. "So if you wouldn't mind, we'd appreciate it if you could finish up here."

The second woman scoffed, her eyes narrowing with irritation. "Oh, come on," she retorted, her voice laced with disdain. "Can't you see we're busy? Why don't you find another machine to use?"

Rooster’s patience wears thin. "Look, we're not asking for much," he said evenly, his voice tinged with irritation. "We just want to use the machine for a few minutes. Is that too much to ask? The gym is full"

The first woman leaned in closer to Rooster, her gaze smoldering with false allure. "Well, if you're nice to us," she purred, her tone dripping with insincerity, "maybe we can work something out."

Rooster's expression darkened at the woman's suggestive tone, his grip on Beatrice's arm tightening in frustration. He took a step back, putting some distance between himself and the women, his jaw clenched with anger.

“I don’t think so," he said firmly, his voice laced with warning. "See my wife and I are just going to do this and leave.” he narrows his eyes when the women looked at Beatrice and he almost dared in his mind for them to say something about her.

The women exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from annoyance to frustration as they realized that Rooster wasn't going to be swayed by their flirtatious advances. Beatrice bit her lip, resisting the urge to intervene, knowing that Rooster could handle himself.

"We're not interested," Rooster said firmly, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a workout to finish."

The women exchanged incredulous looks, their attempts at seduction falling flat in the face of Rooster's resolve. With a frustrated huff, they reluctantly stepped aside, allowing Rooster and Beatrice to pass.

Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief as they walked away from the women, her hand still tightly clasped in Rooster's. She glanced up at him, "Thanks for handling that, Roos," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "You didn't let them push you around."

Rooster smiled down at her, his eyes softening with affection. "Anything for you, gorgeous," he replied, his voice gentle. "I won't let anyone disrespect you or make you feel uncomfortable."

“Well they did talk about you but…”

“Bea,baby,” he smiles, “The only woman who can tell me things is you…and your mom sometimes.”

Beatrice chuckled at Rooster's playful remark,she leaned into him, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. "You're the best, Roos," she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude.

Rooster wrapped an arm around Beatrice's waist, pulling her close as they made their way towards the weightlifting area. He glanced around, his eyes scanning the room for an available bench press. "Looks like there's one over there," he said, nodding towards an empty bench.

Beatrice followed Rooster's gaze, her eyes landing on the vacant machine. She watched as Rooster adjusted the weight settings, his movements fluid and confident as he prepared for his workout.

As Rooster settled onto the bench, Beatrice stood beside him, offering him words of encouragement and support. She admired the way he focused all his attention on the task at hand, his muscles rippling with strength as he lifted the weights with ease.

With each repetition, Rooster pushed himself to go harder, his determination evident in the set of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes."You're doing great, Roos,"

Rooster flashed her a grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks, gorgeous," he replied, his voice tinged with exertion. "I love having the visual reward.”

Beatrice smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her as she stood beside Rooster, “I can say the same– how many of those you usually do?”

Rooster paused for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered Beatrice's question. "Hmm, it depends," he replied thoughtfully, "I usually aim for three sets of ten reps, but I can adjust the weight and repetitions based on how I'm feeling."

Beatrice nodded in understanding, her eyes following Rooster's movements as he continued his workout. She marveled at the way he effortlessly lifted the weights, his muscles flexing with each repetition. “Hmmm…so you are going overboard to impress me?”

Rooster chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly with amusement. "Maybe just a little," he admitted with a grin, his gaze meeting Beatrice's. "But you know me, I can't resist showing off for my gorgeous wife."

Beatrice laughed, "Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special," she replied, her voice filled with warmth.

Rooster's grin widened at Beatrice's words, and as Rooster completed his final set, he sat up on the bench with a satisfied sigh, his chest heaving with exertion. He glanced over at Beatrice, a playful gleam in his eyes. "Your turn, gorgeous," he said, patting the empty space on the bench beside him.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow in surprise, her gaze flickering between Rooster and the bench press. She had never tried weightlifting like that before,"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Rooster nodded, his expression encouraging. "Absolutely," he replied, his tone filled with confidence. "I'll be right here beside you, every step of the way."

“...okay…” Beatrice settled onto the bench, her hands gripping the barbell with trepidation. She took a deep breath, channeling her inner strength as she prepared to lift the weights.

Rooster positioned himself behind Beatrice, his hands resting lightly on the barbell as he guided her through the proper technique. He offered words of encouragement and support, his voice gentle yet firm as he helped her find her rhythm.

Rooster watched with pride as Beatrice completed her first set, a wide grin spreading across his face. "You're doing amazing, gorgeous," he praised, his voice filled with admiration. "Keep it up!"

Beatrice smiled, trying her best to stay focused. It doesn’t take long for Beatrice to finish her final set, she sat up on the bench with a satisfied sigh, her chest heaving like his was. She glanced over at Rooster, a proud smile on her lips. "How did I do?”

"You did fantastic, gorgeous," he replied, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Roos," she murmured, her cheeks going red. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Rooster leaned in closer to Beatrice, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Anytime, gorgeous," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "I'll always be here to cheer you on, no matter what."

With a shared smile, Beatrice and Rooster made their way towards the water fountain, their bodies buzzing with energy from their workout. They refilled their water bottles, savoring the cool liquid as it refreshed their parched throats.

"Hey, Roos?" Beatrice spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

"Yeah, gorgeous?" Rooster replied, turning to look at her with a gentle smile.

"I was thinking..." Beatrice trailed off, her mind racing with possibilities. "Maybe we could make this a regular thing? Going to the gym together, I mean."

Rooster's eyes lit up with excitement at Beatrice's suggestion. "I'd love that," he exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "It would be a great way for us to spend more time together when I’m not deployed."

"Great, it's settled then," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. "It was fun.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, his smile widening at the prospect of their future gym sessions. "I can't wait," he replied, his voice filled with anticipation. "Now,come on, time to get our kids back.”

[yumemiruuuu]

“2ha moments that tainted my mind like how the Flower of Everlasting Hatred tainted his heart”

Part One because there is NO WAY that I will not have any more thoughts after re-reading and reading volume 5 like what the fuck, what the actual fuck.

“Chu Wanning, watch me fuck you to death”

Butterfly Town corpse procession where they both switched places and STILL ended up getting paired up and “married off” together, like just fucking kiss already LAWD.

The way Chu Wanning LITERALLY HAS THEM IN HIS ARMS???? WITH TIANWEN IN HIS OTHER HAND??? BECAUSE HE LITERALLY LOOKS OUT FOR THEM????? AND PROTECTS THEM???????? anyways, I love Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning my beloved. He is literally so gorgeous and I don’t care what everyone says in that universe about him because like if I saw him, I would literally also pull off a Mo Ran and beg for him to be my shizun.

The Xia Sini arc. That’s it. Literally my favorite arc, I WILL NOT fucking shut up about it. That arc healed something in me if you exclude the murder mysteries slasher movie elements to it. Ask me about it and I will answer every single one of your questions including the meaning of life.

MengMeng. Just… MengMeng because he occupies 28% of my thoughts following closely to Jiang Cheng who occupies 37%.

“Ah, JIANGUI!!” and then everyone clapped.

The Lake Jincheng moment when they get drugged and put to sleep and Mo Ran having that incredibly vivid dream about Chu Wanning getting violated by someone else and so he’s enraged and is like “I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS TO VIOLATE CHU WANNING”??? Like, what the hell was that?? Actually, what the hell was that whole Lake Jincheng arc????

On the topic of the Lake Jincheng arc, that whole bit with Xue Meng and him getting crushed over the fact that not only does he NOT get a holy weapon because everything was a lie, but also the fact that his previously orphaned nephew who came from such… horrible background got the only remaining true holy weapon?? I felt his pain so hard, dude. Like, Xue Meng, I feel you. I understand your pain.

This:

Shi Mei feeling up Mo Ran because he wasn’t paying attention to him and was being extra nice to Chu Wanning instead???? Like… what??? Can’t you be normal please???? I’m so sorry, I genuinely dislike the “sweet like honey” type characters because they always turn out to be assholes and I just can’t trust them maybe it’s also trauma and my trust issues but like goddamn Mo Ran literally have bad tastes if he liked Shi Mei I’m so sorry for saying this

Mo Ran having SUCH anxiety with his food to the point that he would literally WOLF IT DOWN in less than a day, and anything else, he hides because he’s so used to having his things taken away from him, and the relief he felt when Chu Wanning told him that there’s no need to rush because there’s always more for him when they’re eating together and just… brb I am genuinely going to cry.

The chapter title change from “This Venerable One…” to “Shizun, Won’t You Pay Attention To Me, Please Pay Attention To Me.”

Chu Wanning not knowing how to react to Mo Ran (seemingly) suddenly manifesting in front of him: “who the fuck is this child and where did he come from” ←this is totally a canon quote

“…he came with a low guttural roar.”

Mo Ran’s pronunciation guide

Anything beyond this point is Volumes 3/4 Spoilers so…

You’ve been warned (lol)

I am never getting over looking up Yuwu and 2ha connections, ONLY TO COME BACK FROM GETTING SPOILED THAT CHU WANNING IS MADE FROM WOOD?????

On a similar note, I was looking up Nangong Si because I wanted to see official art of him and found out that not only A) does he die (I actually went through a whole bit of copium this morning in the shower ober this because I randomly remembered it and was like “no he doesn’t… wait… does he… noo.. no… nooo…) but also B) Ye Wangxi is a female????

Now that I know about Chu Wanning literally being carved from wood, I can’t stop agonizing over Chu Wanning’s thoughts where he would compare his features to someone like… say, Shi Mei. How pained must it feel for him to have these thoughts knowing that he was MADE BY HAND. The facial features on him such as nose, jawline, chin… EVERYTHING was deliberately carved to look that way. That would honestly fuck me up so badly, especially since I also have my grievances about my appearance.

Although,,, to be honest, I actually don’t know if Chu Wanning is even aware of his own origins but IF HE DID, it probably fucks him up a ton. And I agonize over this every. single. day. Oh god, I just also remembered the part where Mo Ran specifically says to him: “Chu Wanning, are you made of wood?” Ohhh OHHHH OUCHIEEEE. VERY. OUCHIEEE.

Another thing that drove me insane is the scene in volume 3 (I’m pretty sure?) with the wontons where Mo Ran is narrating and lamenting over how he couldn’t remember what his shizun’s expression looked like when he shoved off the wontons Chu Wanning made… because he just…. couldn’t care less….. and just…. Knowing that Chu Wanning was the one who has been making Mo Ran’s wontons this entire time knowing that he would like them?? I literally CANNOT even begin to imagine the types of expressions that he could have possibly been making.

Just… like… Imagine being Chu Wanning, and you care SO MUCH about Mo Ran to the point that you are willing to sacrifice your own feelings for the sake of his happiness knowing that he likes your other disciple that is “much better looking”, and despite that, go out of your way to make him spicy wontons, even though you are not that good at making food AND dislike spicy foods. And then you make his favorite food to try to get him to cheer up even a little bit when one of your disciples (and your crush’s crush) dies and you proooobably blame yourself for it and not only does he essentially say “fuck you and your food” but he blames you and basically tells you that you’re a horrible person (which you most likely already blame yourself for and agonize over so now it also feels like someone else is confirming your sense of guilt) . Like, I would NOT be okay after that. I’m usually good at not showing my feelings but this would truly devastate me and fuck me up a lot to the point that I wouldn’t even know what to do.