#Sword and Beloved

[twelve-feathers]

Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Sword and Beloved Trailer

#Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Sword and Beloved #Fox Spirit Matchmaker #Sword and Beloved #狐妖小红娘王权篇 #狐妖小红娘 #王权篇 #成毅 #cheng yi #李一桐 #li yitong #li yi tong #iqiyi #cdrama #cdramaedit #cdramagifs #cdramasource #my gifs

[preciousqiqi]

240502 Cheng Yi weibo update

再见啦～ (Goodbye～ )

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fsm filming wrapped up! see you, wangquan fugui. excited for your next project! 🤗

#fsq #cy:weibo #cheng yi #成毅 #fox spirit matchmaker #sword and beloved #fsm #wangquan fugui #狐妖小红娘王权篇

[timotey]

Trailer for Cheng Yi's upcoming drama Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Sword and Beloved. White haired Cheng Yi never disappoints!

#cheng yi #li yitong #fox spirit matchmaker #sword and beloved #cdrama #vid recs #mé

[littlestpersimmon]

Sayang

#means beloved in Malay and regret in tagalog #white hair is a trans guy btw #art #the lord of gentle swords

[chaosfantasmic]

Skyward sword is so silly guys😋

#legend of zelda #linked universe #funny #silly #lu memes #Lu sky #loz skyward sword #skyward link #Nintendo give Fi an F bomb pass you cowards #LetFiSwear2024 spread the word #Fi my beloved they/them #fi skyward sword

[mrxss]

Mother of thousands, in her womb lies the salvation of the world.

(open for better quality)

#digital art #digital illustration #digital painting #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #pro daenerys #queen daenerys #daenerys is azor ahai #and you cant change my mind #Dany my beloved #asoiaf #a feast for crows #a storm of swords #a dance with dragons #a clash of kings #a game of thrones #azor ahai

[lenateliier]

The silly "mein scheiss Hund Gniesbert.." post on Twitter but it's Sonia and her Yamper

(original tweet and the clean Yamper file under the cut!!)

#wowie.......baby's first pokemon fanart and post.... #<- has liked it for longer but just never drew anything #anyway. pokemon sword and shield my beloved #pokemon #pokémon #pkmn #yamper #pokemon sonia #pkmn sonia #pokémon sonia #pokemon swsd #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon sword shield #pokemon sword #pokemon shield #pokemon swsh #pokemon fanart #pkmn fanart #pokémon fanart #pokemon sword fanart #pokemon sonia fanart #professor sonia #yamper fanart #shits and giggles I guess idk what else to tag it or even how i should do so hfisbdis #my art

[artkaninchenbau]

I love The Girls

Especially Girl^2

#My art #KSBD #K6BD #Kill Six Billion Demons #Yes I gave Cio her outfit from King of Swords shhhhhhhhh #I just liked that outfit more than the outfit+haircut she had early into Seeker of Thrones okay #Devil Skin Warrior My Beloved #She is so cute #But good god trying to draw her made me want to throw my computer out the window #So many details #So much shit happening #God #Abbaddon is on another level man

[quasarden]

Went back to an old WIP and finally finished it.

Since I missed the DMC5 release anniversary, why not “Nero gets his arm ripped off day.”

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc nero #nero dmc #nero #dmc5 #my art #also know as: Nero meets his dad day #Nero goes into a coma for one month day #drawing red queen killed me #and I have a 3D model for it #stupid engine sword (beloved)

[shoecrabs]

no context riordanverse spoilers:

#magnus chase #alex fierro #sadie kane #carter kane #hazel levesque #frank zhang #jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #pjo shitpost #riordanverse shitpost #that's not a tag?? #went off of vibes and way too many gave me Frank/Leo rivalry so I had to refrain myself to just two #got a few more memes for round 2 but by god is it hard to find them #i can't remember much of the kc but that pic screamed Sadie and Bast for some reason #octavian slander included #reyna's there too #jack the sword our beloved

[beanghostprincess]

I will forever love seeing Luffy and Nami holding Zoro's swords. He's so protective of those three but it's not even because he fears something might happen to them, but because he's scared something might happen to the crew and himself if he doesn't have them with him. They're like extra limbs. The ones he uses to fight and protect and breathe. He feels uneasy whenever his swords aren't around him, and that is just a fact. You can't deny that he feels comfort in having them by his side at all times, knowing that he'll be able to protect the crew from any dangers. They're tied to his heart and soul in a way that if he loses sight of them he might actually lose himself too. So he does not enjoy seeing his swords in somebody else's hands. They can disappear, he will find them. They can run away, he will follow. They can break, he trusts them not to but if they do, he will keep going carrying their bond with him still. But he doesn't like seeing them in somebody else's hands because those are his swords. His limbs. His heart. His soul. It's just not right. It never feels right. But.

But.

But sometimes Luffy acts like he knows what he's doing and actually asks for permission instead of just taking what he wants. As if crossing Zoro's boundaries would be unforgivable, when he knows Zoro would give him anything he wanted to take from him. But he asks. He asks, with a careful, polite, deep voice Zoro isn't used to hearing. But it always ends with the softest of smiles and the petition reaches a place inside of Zoro's heart that he just knows has also touched his swords. So he lets him, because how could he not, and he runs his fingers through all of them. Amazed. Astonished. Respectfully talking to them as if they could hear him. And they can. Zoro knows they hear and feel and love and crave and long for his captain's touch. He knows, because he does too. Because who wouldn't? Luffy holds them in a way he never holds anything else- Carefully. Like they aren't his. Like befriending somebody he fears might reject him. Like taking hold of Zoro's heart and holding him so gently in case he might break him. He worships them as if he weren't the god in this relationship. He looks handsome, too. Not pretty. Not cute. Handsome. Mature. His hat covers his adventurous gaze but leaves his mischievous grin for the whole world to see. And yet, the swordsman trusts him enough. Without any look or any word. He knows Luffy's face by heart, he realizes, now that he can picture his eyes quite too perfectly under his hat. His skin glistens under the sun and his tender fingers hold the sword with so much clumsiness it looks dumb. He doesn't know how to hold them, yet they don't want to move away from him. It's clumsy but it takes over them. Maybe it's his haki. Maybe it's the effect the future king of the pirates has. Zoro thinks it's just him. Luffy. And his heart stops the second Luffy smiles, as if he had just heard the sword respond to him. He wants to kiss him. Bite him. Let him bite back and draw blood and eat him. Let him hold him the way he holds the swords but tighter. Closer. Maybe he's in love. Zoro. With Luffy. It's not a maybe. Who is he trying to trick? He knows he is in love. With the way he smiles and the way he holds and the way he wants but respects and loves. It's funny like that, the fact that Luffy keeps being so careful when Zoro would let him tear his heart apart and eat it if he so desired. It's funny that the swords love him with such gentleness when they often demand power. Perhaps kindness is the most powerful weapon of all or, at least, Luffy's most powerful skill. Zoro hates it when somebody else holds them because they don't own them. They don't own him. He doesn't even own his swords, anyway. Nobody can. They're his the same way he's theirs, just with a bit more dominance and respect. But Luffy isn't owning them. He's praying to them. Talking to them. Befriending them. Loving them. And they would bow to him if he so desired. Zoro knows they would, as fierce as they are and violent as they seem and as sharp as they cut. They'd bow to him because Zoro would too. The uneasiness does not exist when Luffy is the one to hold them because, if Zoro had to give out his soul for somebody to take care of, that would be Luffy. And if he has to be unprotected. Naked. Bare in front of a thousand soldiers. He will if it's Luffy the one fighting instead.

Sometimes Nami wants to hold them just to feel what it's like to be in Zoro's shoes. It's a stupid reason. He refuses to let her do it as an instinctive reaction at first. She doesn't seem as interested in following the protocol as Luffy is, but she knows where to stop and she knows what to say to get on Zoro's nerves, anyway. She's equally as fierce. Equally as sharp. He won't let her hold any cursed sword, but it's not like she wants to. She's smarter than that. Careful and respectful but not that interested in the swords and what they mean, more in how they feel. Zoro gets it. Kind of. Somehow. She says something about always letting them eat her precious tangerines, so he should humor her by letting her hold Wado at least. She isn't pushing him. He knows she wouldn't. She's just teasing because she knows. She always knows. She knows he will say yes. Because he always does what she says, although he keeps demanding a bit of respect to not be treated like a dog. But Nami never forces him to do anything. He could refuse. She would give up at some point. But there's just something about her- Stubbornness. Strength. Love. So much love and care and worry and anger. And Zoro likes her. She's selfish, too, like a pirate should be. Stronger than Zoro in the ways that matter. Smarter, too, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. But she leads the way and he follows, not because that's a dog's job, but because he wants to. He trusts her. Something he never thought he would. But he does. She's smart. She leads the way. She knows where they're going. They somehow are the same and totally different at the same time. Zoro grounds Luffy when he gets lost. Nami leads them both so they won't. So there's something about her curiosity that makes him soften. He never knows exactly why he does what she says. Why he indulges her like that. But it's satisfying, for some reason he refuses to read within himself, the satisfactory and pleased grin on her face when he hands her Wado. She's careful with her. Awful at holding her. Bad posture. Great smile. Horrible movements. Beautiful eyes. It's okay, though, he thinks. Wado likes her because Zoro likes her. Nami loses interest within a minute, complaining about the weight and the sudden realization of "you always have this thing in your mouth" which makes her want to give her back. But she stares at her for a whole minute. It isn't her thing, but her eyes spark when the sword is returned to Zoro. Trust. A smile. Thankfulness. Her bangs are getting a bit longer and one strand of hair gets in the middle of her teasing smirk. She says she prefers her clima-tact, but swords are fine, "I guess". "She's pretty" she says. Zoro thinks she is pretty. Nami. In a way he can't quite describe because he has never really been good at that. But she is. Like a blade. Sharp. But in the right hands this time for her not to cut the ones she loves anymore. She hands him a tangerine next, every time he lets her hold his sword. An exchange. "I give you something that matters. You give me something that matters". Zoro wants to say it's not the same, but the tangerine is sweet. Juicy. His fingers then smell strongly of citrus. Almost as similar as steel. If he can feel Nami's heartbeat in every bite, he wonders if she has been able to hear his in the hilt of his sword. Calm. Peaceful. Safe.

Zoro doesn't like seeing his swords in somebody else's hands because those are his swords. His limbs. His heart. His soul. It's just not right. It never feels right. But.

But sometimes it does.

#romance dawn trio my beloved #btw it's not meant to be romantic between zoro and nami they're besties and love each other deeply #however it is meant to be extremely romantic between zoro and luffy zoro is very very gay #what is this? idk. why did i write this? idk. #this maybe does not make any sense and i do not care okay #i am just vibing here #as you can see this was supposed to be a short post. it wasn't #i just think there's something about zoro letting nami and luffy hold his swords it makes me soft #this was supposed to be about ALL the crew but the bond these three have is important to me so let's leave it like this #one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #nami #romance dawn trio #zolu

[twelve-feathers]

Wangquan Fugui & Qing Tong

#Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Sword and Beloved #Fox Spirit Matchmaker #Sword and Beloved #狐妖小红娘王权篇 #狐妖小红娘 #王权篇 #成毅 #cheng yi #李一桐 #li yitong #li yi tong #iqiyi #cdrama #cdramaedit #cdramagifs #cd #my gifs

[preciousqiqi]

“hmmm I saw you.” // cr vid. Everyweimei (xhs)

playful qiqi // cr vid. 十七🥝 (xhs)

pouting and playing with his umbrella // cr vid. 十七🥝 (xhs)

qiqi playing by himself // cr vid. 十七🥝 (xhs)

skillful hands // cr vid. *ruoruojie (xhs)

hello~ // cr vid. *.ruoruojie (xhs)

#fsq #cheng yi #成毅 #cy:fancam #fox spirit matchmaker #sword and beloved #wangquan fugui #王权富贵 #fox spirit matchmaker sword and beloved #cdrama #chinese actor #cdrama gifs #chinese drama #behind the scenes #cdrama bts #asian drama #xiaohongshu #really looking forward to this drama #ohhhhh he's the cutest! #is he over 30 or just a 3 years old?

[timotey]

(Via)

Cheng Yi in Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Sword and Beloved

#cheng yi #fox spirit matchmaker #sword and beloved #bts pics #mé #wow #i mean wow!!!

[muppetmagic]

you can choose your family, but you can't choose your friends

FERNIE, SWORD AF

#smosh #smoshedit #sword af #shayne topp #youtubeedit #made by me** #fernie my beloved <3

[shortnotsweet]

[ “SOMEBODY TOLD ME”]:

BREAKING MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME. SEVENTEEN TRACKS AND I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS GAME. A BREAKIN’ MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME—BUT HEAVEN AIN’T CLOSE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.

— The Killers, Hot Fuss (2004)

Princess Rhaenyra’s insolence is wearing her stepmother’s patience thin. Queen Alicent is not ten years her senior, but even during her own sixteenth year, she cannot recall herself behaving so brazenly. She would never burst into courtly discussions in nothing but gilded armor and the underskirts of her riding leathers, awash in blood. (She would never be spotted in blood that was not her own, anyway. Alicent has never picked up a sword, not one that belonged to her.) Nevermind that Rhaenyra is attending to diplomatic affairs with bared teeth and scales, no—the crux of the matter is just that, her affairs. Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight, a beauty incomparable to any fair maiden, Alicent included. She indulges herself with appetite of a spoiled child, the confidence of man, and the pickings befitting only to her royal blood. Criston Cole. Daemon Targaryen. Harwin Strong. Laena Velaryon. She’s full of love, isn’t she? That selfish, foolish girl. What does Rhaenyra Targaryen know of love, of duty? She is a child in so many ways—she thinks killing makes her a man, thinks the throne is hers despite being a woman, thinks she can have her knight and her uncle and her protector and Laena Velaryon in one fail swoop. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know herself half as well as Alicent does. Alicent, who sees her for what she truly is, who wants to see all of her and more of her and none of her. Alicent has been stolen into the Keep by her own father—both of their fathers—but Rhaenyra is the key to this place, is the window to everything barred. Rhaenyra Targaryen has a dragon. Rhaenyra can fly.

That’s what Rhaenyra had promised her once, with her lips pulled back in a grin, exposing the white of her teeth like the violently radiant creature she was. “Perhaps when you grow tired of plotting against me, we shall ride on dragonback together,” she had said. The tease.

Alicent had yanked her into an empty corridor by the silk of her sleeve, ready to chastise her for her ill behavior. Conversing with the lords and ladies of the court at a feast was one thing, but chattering about her bloody encounters in battle over the pudding tureen were another. The lord at her elbow was going green. Alicent’s own face was likely red; her heart raced whenever Rhaenyra got like this. Alicent had never seen the battlefield—only seen battered men in dented armor and the slumps of corpses lined along dirt roads in the aftermath of war—but her own imagination terrified her like nothing else.

(Rhaenyra is better with a sword than half of the knights in Westeros, and more lovely than the lot. Her reign has not yet begun, but already the commoners flock to her—lured in by tales of her beauty and fine hair—and soldiers would follow her into battle. Alicent would not follow, but she would watch and bite her nails down to the quick.

She thinks of the figure Rhaenyra cuts in full armor, the heat in her gaze underneath the slots of her helmet. Alicent remembers the weight of her own hand in Rhaenyra’s—which was gloved—when the princess rode up to the spectators box and grasped it in her own, bringing Alicent’s knuckles to her lips. She thinks of Rhaenyra murdered in the sky, skewered with another man’s sword, plummeting to the ground, torn in half, streaking crimson across the clouds. Alicent would scream, or cry. She might laugh. She would throw herself from the window of her tower. Rhaenyra’s bloody exploits terrified Alicent for reasons she could not identify, and excited her for reasons she refused to.)

“I’d sooner be confined to the castle for the rest of my days than get on the back of that bloody lizard,” Alicent scoffed. Rhaenyra only tucked her hand over Alicent’s, where it was resting on her forearm. She flexed her fingers, moving to release her grip on the dark fabric, but Rhaenyra intertwined their fingers and held them fast.

“You’re confined already. You are already accustomed to such a thing. I know you. But—”

“But you forget yourself. You think you’re invulnerable, Rhaenyra. You don’t know who you are.” Alicent intends for it to be a sneer, but instead it comes out quietly, and too gentle for disdain. She can’t know. Rhaenyra is as trapped as she is, but they’re trapped together. They belong together. She belongs with Alicent.

“I am Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. I am a dragonrider. I am—I am your daughter. In a way. Your sister, too. Your enemy. Your sword, your shield.”

“And what am I?” What else is left for me? Alicent wonders.

“My Queen. For now.” Rhaenyra cocks her head, and the gleam in her eyes burns like fire raining down. “When I am Queen, you will be my lady.”

#rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra x alicent #my art #a book show fusion where alicent is the wicked resentful older stepmother first and foremost but even so she and rhaenyra have a connection #burdened by envy and fixation and reluctant affection. in this universe rhaenyra is given more liberties and trains as a knight would #is given a sword and flies into battle frequently and wears extravagant clothes which endears her to the small folk and makes her a hot #topic amongst royalty for her strangeness and charisma. alicent is expression not only of her freedom and expression #but of the company she keeps. rhaenyra has so many lovers and so many who are willing to follow her and it’s just not fair ok. alicent #and rhaenyra understand each other and know each others misery like no other. those other flings and beloved friends are going to get #her killed w how much they indulge her and encourage her dangerous habits and alicent may be in a cage but she won’t live in it alone. with #out her stepdaughter to torment and be tormented by (she represses the urges rhaenyra inspires bc she is devout to the faith) then there is #no meaning to suffering. god she’s in love w her. she hates her so much she wants to be her she wants to be with her she needs to touch her #she need rhaenyra to stop looking at other people bc it’s killing alicent by the day