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halsteadlover · 3 months

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𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

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• Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: Lando always has a hard time trying to keep his hands off you, not even while attending an important event.

• Warnings: dirty talking, lots of swearing, oral sex (m. receiving), semi public sex.

• Word count: 2453.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE +18. This was supposed to be like a 700 words piece but I’m incapable to write short fics but y’all know this by now lmao. I hope you like this piece, I was inspired to write for Lando so here it is. Please comment, like and reblog, it’d be amazing ❤️ Thank you for your support xx

You were going crazy.

His hand continued to caress your exposed thighs beneath the table, his expert fingers drawing imaginary circles on your hot skin.

They went up along your inner thigh, until they almost caressed your private parts, but before touching you as you desired, his fingers descended back down, leaving you even more irritated and lustful than before.

Asshole.

“God I want you so much baby, you have no idea how much I want to tear this dress off of you,” he whispered in your ear so sensually it made your insides explode, causing a rush of shivers down your spine and made you clench your legs.

“I can’t stop thinking about how wet you must be right now, how easily you’d suck my dick in your sweet little cunt. I’m so hard just thinking about it.” He gave a cast kiss on your flushed cheek, making you choke on the champagne you were drinking and gaining weird and worried looks from the people around the table.

Holy fuck.

You were in fact at the annual FIA gala, the event swarming with famous people, all the drivers with their respective partners but even so Lando didn’t seem to care less.

He was only focused on you, forgetting his surroundings.

He needed to touch you, always, constantly. He needed to feel you, to always have a hand on your body.

And how could anyone blame him?

Lando couldn’t normally keep his hormones at bay but seeing you in that damn dress with that slit, he could barely function and take his eyes off of you. He pretended to have a conversation with Carlos, but in reality he wasn’t listening to a single word his teammate was saying, being too focused on keeping his hard dick at bay.

He tried to hold back the smirk that threatened to appear on his face when you squeezed your thighs together, trapping his hand between them and preventing him from moving it.

“Babe you okay?” He murmured in your ear at one point, turning his attention towards you. He always had that damn smile on his face, that smirk so damn sexy you wanted nothing more than to get on your knees under the table and not care about anything else.

“Lando, you’re driving me crazy. Stop it,” you retorted through gritted teeth, in a low voice so that no one at the table would hear what you were talking about with your boyfriend.

Lando chuckled and removed the hand he had on your thigh and caressed your face with it, then resting it on your partially bare back. “But I’m not doing anything princess.”

“Oh you know damn well what you’re doing and you have to stop,” you repeated, but in the meantime feeling your cheeks burning and the heat running through your body.

Had the temperatures suddenly risen?

Or were you just horny?

Probably the second option.

“I can’t help it princess, you look so fucking hot in this dress,” he whispered, making you smile and your pussy clench at the same time.

And the fact he looked so damn sexy in that suit, so good you just wanted to rip his clothes with your teeth didn’t help make things particularly easy. If Lando struggled not to constantly touch you, you weren’t so different. You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t resist him even if you tried and it certainly wasn’t your fault.

It was his fault sex oozed from every single fucking pore of his body.

“I’m already hard as rock right now, you’re not helping if you keep looking at me like that.” His voice caught your attention again, not realizing you were mesmerized by looking at him and running your hungry eyes over his body.

“I’m not looking at you in any way baby, you just look very, very handsome in this outfit.” You seductively battled your lashes. You printed a kiss on his cheek, making your lips slight caress his earlobe. “And very, very fuckable.”

“Fucking hell,” he breathed out, about to combust.

You then placed a hand on his cheek, eagerly wanting to have some physical contact with him It didn’t matter if it was an arm, a hand, or his face, you needed to touch him. His skin was particularly hot and the way his pupils were dilated told you to everything you needed to know.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he admonished you, even though he didn’t want you to stop at all, he just wanted to avoid fucking you on that table in front of everyone.

“Too bad baby, two can play this game.” The little smirk on your painted lips made his legs go numb and it was enough for you to give him a small kiss on the lips, innocent and apparently chaste, to make him completely lose his mind.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you right here and now.” He wet his lips with his tongue, alternating his gaze between your eyes and mouth.

You nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe I do want you to fuck me right here and now.”

This marked the breaking point for Lando, who at that point lost all judgment and didn’t care that the awards ceremony was about to begin.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” Was all he said before getting up and walking away without even giving you time to respond. You tried to suppress a giggle, every cell in your body twitching in anticipation.

“Woah where is Lando going so fast?” Carlos had asked, turning to you with a confused expression.

“In the bathroom, I think all the water he drank is having an effect,” you replied, meanwhile thinking of an excuse to get up from the table too.

“I’m going to get something to drink.” It was the first thing that crossed your mind, not caring about the confused looks of the others at the table.

“How much you wanna bet they’re gonna fuck in the bathroom?” Daniel announced, sparking laughter from everyone on the table. “God those two go on like rabbits, it’s embarrassing.”

But there was nothing closer to the truth than what Daniel said. You and Lando wanted each other a lot, it was no secret, and your sex life was more than active and intense.

That’s why, you found yourself pressed against the men’s bathroom sink, the door locked and Lando’ body pressed against yours as the two of you kissed with hunger and passion.

His hands, now resting on your cheeks, began to wander down your body, squeezing your breasts, your hips, his fingers pressed deep into your skin.

“Fuck I want you so bad baby,” you murmured as you broke away to take a breath. But he didn’t leave you any respite, his lips had started licking and nibbling your neck, in that precise point where he knew it drove you crazy.

“Shit,” he hissed through his teeth as you began palming the crotch of his pants, feeling him rock hard under your hand.

“Already so hard for me huh?” You whispered sensually, sighing as you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down enough to release his dick.

“Darling I’ve been hard for you since I saw you in this damn dress.” He cupped his hands over your breasts, squeezing and groping them over your dress, making you sigh. He slipped the straps of your dress revealing and you felt him twitch in your hand as you jerked him off, his eyes looking at you with hunger and desperation. “I’m always so hard for you. God you’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck yes…” He moaned loudly and you covered his mouth with your free hand.

“Shh you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you my love?”.

He slightly shook his head, feeling like he was already at his limit just from the way you were looking at him. You removed your hand and he placed his on your face, looking straight into your eyes as your hand continued to move up and down on his dick.

“That’s my good boy.”

He almost came from that sentence alone.

His thumb traced the outline of your lips with which you wasted no time and wrapped them around his digit, always keeping your eyes on him. His gaze was fixed on your lips, the way your cheeks hollowed out to suck on his thumb and you knew where his mind was wandering.

He almost had a heart attack when he saw you kneel in front of him, a smile printed on your lips now devoid of any trace of lipstick and lip gloss.

A loud moan escaped his lips when you stuck your tongue out and traced a long line along his shaft, starting from the base up to the tip where you paused for a few moments while you tasted the saltiness of the precum.

“Shit…” He panted like he was running a marathon, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Stop teasing me.”

“Oh you mean like you did all night?” I retorted with sassy.

“Please baby, please… I need this pretty little mouth…” He begged you, stroking your no longer styled hair with one hand. “I need to fuck this mouth so bad…”

“You look so cute when you beg so desperately for me darling.” You took his dick completely into your mouth, leaving him no room for response and completely taking the air and breath out of his lungs.

He threw his head back, trying to concentrate on not letting himself get too loud since you were still in a public bathroom. But it was hard, so damn hard when your mouth took him so perfectly, when your lips kept sliding back and forth, up and down on his hard dick.

“Shit, shit, fuck yes keep going… Oh yes just like that…” he groaned, gripping your hair in a fist and intensifying the movements of his hips. His tip kept hitting deep into your throat, making you gag and almost choke on it, your eyes watering.

“So pretty… My girl is so fucking pretty while she is on her knees taking me in her mouth so damn well…”

You continued to squeeze your legs with desire, hoping in some way to relieve the tension and desire that made you clench your pussy. Your eyes never left his face, thoroughly enjoying that feeling of being able to make him lose his mind in that way.

You felt immense enjoyment, a rush of euphoria flowed through your veins seeing his face contracted in pleasure, hearing those moans, sighs and pants that only you could give him, and even if he was fucking your mouth without mercy you could’ve even choked to death and you would’ve been the happiest woman in the world.

One of your hands was resting on his hairy bare thigh, your nails pressed into his skin while the other encircled the base of his dick, helping where your mouth couldn’t reach.

“Fuck baby your mouth feels like heaven… Oh my god…” he gasped. “You drive me crazy.”

Suddenly the sound of someone banging on the door startled both of you. You took advantage of that moment to catch your breath, but continued to slide your hand up and down his cock wet with your saliva.

“O-occupied!” Lando exclaimed, swallowing a groan and trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible while his eyes were fixed on you.

God you were so beautiful.

“Hurry up!” The voice replied from the other side of the door and you both breathed a sigh of relief when you heard footsteps walking away. You let out a laugh, but it was interrupted when you started licking his wet dick again, wrapping your lips around his particularly red and sensitive tip and focusing on it as you continued to pleasure him with your hand.

Lando swore he saw stars for a moment, letting out a particularly loud moan and feeling like he was going to explode at any moment. “Oh fuck yeah princess just like that…”

Without leaving you any escape, Lando pushed himself into your mouth again, keeping his grip on your hair, using you as if you were his own doll.

But you didn’t care, on the contrary, you loved the way he used you and always did what he wanted with you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he groaned, moving his hips and making you gag on his dick again, too carried away by the pleasure and euphoria to be able to think clearly. You levered yourself on his thigh, your nails pressed so hard into his skin you feared for a moment you’d leave any permanent mark “Ah shit… I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming… Fuuuck.”

With one final forceful thrust, his hot, salty cum filled your mouth and you wasted no time swallowing it, not particularly enjoying the taste.

“Holy shit I think I’m gonna die,” he sighed in ecstasy, his mouth half open as he tried to catch his breath.

You giggled and started to get up when you felt his hands on your hips helping you to your feet and before you could do anything he kissed you, tasting himself on your lips. You immediately deepened the kiss, circling his neck and threading your hands into his hair, not being able to resist for a minute longer.

“You’re so fucking beautiful love, what do I have to do with you? You make me lose my mind,” he whispered against your lips, then losing himself for a moment looking at you. It wasn’t an exaggeration but you were truly breathtaking. Especially in that moment with your lips swollen due to the amazing blowjob you had just given him, your cheeks red and lined with mascara running from your eyes. God, he couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside you.

“For starters you could fuck me properly Mr Norris.”

He chuckled and you let out a disappointed sigh when he slightly pulled away from you, immediately feeling an empty, cold feeling inside you. He cleaned himself before putting his pants and underwear back on.

“How are you feeling my love? Was I too rough?” He then asked, cupping his hands over your face and removing the traces of mascara with his thumbs as best he could.

You shook your head. “Oh God no baby, it was amazing. You know I love it when you’re rough.”

He gave you a kiss on the lips, so sweet and in contrast to the words he was about to say. “Good baby because now we’re going home and I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for the next few days.”

And man, had he kept his promise.

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yuiyuuji · 2 years

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i believe every race is manipulated so that this thing can win.

#anti max #anti rbr #ok maybe not every race but.. man this season i swear to god #the whole fia is so anti mercedes and anti lewis #fuck them

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stone-stars · 15 days

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actually it's. interesting to me the way clerics and paladins exist in naddpod. because divine magic isn't really ever about the divinity of it. it's about the devotion.

i'm going to loop back to beverly bc he's the most classic paladin naddpod has. but like. alright. you have erlin, who becomes a cleric not to serve pelor but to help people. he's so dedicated to bev, he wants to help the people he loves, and that's the way to do it. because he's not strong in the traditional sense, but he can be strong this way.

you have fia, who's a cleric because of her religious upbringing but mostly calls upon the trickster for her magic and if you really think about it the thing she is most devoted to isn't the trickster at all but irina. you have tarragon who becomes a cleric in repentance for her days as a soldier, but all of her cleric stuff manifests in dedication to her friends, to the bond they share.

and you have callie, who-- once she's freed from her tie to mothership-- has a paladin oath that is about her dedication to the wild and the serpents and her promise to help bring them home. her belief in and love and hope for them. and the idea that if she does she might redeem the memory of her mother.

and like. bev. who is very tied to pelor and the light. his oath morphs and changes with his worldview, and the way his powers manifest reflects what he cares about. in the end, when pelor is dead, he doesn't swear himself to another god. he swears himself to bahumia. the thing he's devoted to, the thing he's trying to protect.

it's like... divine casters aren't magical because some god chose them. it's because they chose to care. it's because they chose to look at something and say i am going to care about this so much that it becomes a source of strength.

#naddpod #it's very funny that i put erlin with a bunch of pcs here but like #a) sunny's influence #b) he is probably the most prominent cleric/paladin npc #except thiala but fuck her (lol)#anyway. thinking thoughts.#it's no wonder a lot of divine magic is healing #it's about love #hanbles #anyway it's 1 am i need. to go to sleep. my brain is broken

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jellybear455 · 1 year

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My love will never die - Jack Sparrow x reader

Summary: Jack trades you for his life. He promises to be there when your ten year sentence is up.

Warnings: Jack is not the good guy here, friends. Rough treatment of reader, unrequited love, heartbreak, angst, a singular swear.

Inspired by Davy Jones by Fia Orädd

I'm considering making this inspired by a song thing a series. I really enjoy doing it. Anyway I hope you enjoy this delicious crunchy angst.

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"Don't let them take me! Please, please!" I screamed and cried and kicked and punched, struggling to escape the iron grips of the men on either side of me. "God, please! Jack!"

Jack stood on the dock, his back to the shore and hands in his pockets. He did not flinch as my hands were bound in thick iron chains. He did not blink when I screamed at him to take me home, please just get me out of here.

A hand clamped over my mouth, and without thinking, I sunk my teeth into the calloused flesh. The man yelled, withdrawing his hand and slapping me across the face with it. His blood dripped down my cheek, mixing with my tears.

"You bitch!" He screeched. Wiping his hand on his shirt.

"Just let me say goodbye," I sobbed. "I won't run, I won't run I promise..."

The other man snapped shackles on the ankles and gave them a tug. "What ever, sweetheart. But if you so much as look in the wrong direction I'll-"

I didn't stick around to hear the rest. I half ran, half waddled down the dock and threw myself into the arms of my lover, sobbing into his shoulder. "Don't let them take me." I begged.

"I have to. I will be here when you get back." Jack's voice was smooth and calm, like it always was. Usually it was reassuring, but now I was unnerving.

"Aren't you afraid, Jack?" I cried. "Aren't you sad that I'm going away?"

His hands rested against my hips casually. "Of course, darling. But I must not let myself feel it, because I won't be able to let you leave if I do."

"Don't let me leave, Jack, take me home... take me home." I croaked, voice hoarse from screaming. I could hear one of the men stomping up the dock behind me, and I grasped his shirt desperately. "Kiss me, Jack. Please." "No." He replied, firmly and sharply.

"Jack-" The man grabbed my arm painfully. "No, no no, Jack... Jack, please just kiss me one more time."

Jack could not look in my eyes. "Take her away."

"NO!" I screamed and screamed as I was dragged up the dock again. I screamed until after I had been locked away below deck, and I no longer could see the dock out the small window. Then I cried until my eyes were red and I could nor cry anymore.

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Ten years. That was the time I had to serve aboard the ship. Jack had said the wrong thing to the wrong guy. The price he had to play was me. Ten years of my hard labour, or they would take his life.

It was not a hard decision. I would have cut out my own heart for Jack. But I did not think I could survive ten years without him close.

I had been at sea for nine years, eleven months and thirteen days, and finally- finally- we had docked. I was home. Home to Jack. I ran down the dock, and this time I was not shackled. I ran until my bare feet hit pavement, then stopped. Jack was not here.

More slowly this time, I ventured back up the dock, looking more closely at the fisherman nearby. None of them were Jack. He told me he'd wait for me.

Tears filled my eyes as I remember Jack, my Jack. Who could never truly show how he felt, not even to me. Who could never tell me he loved me for fear that I would leave. I didn't need him to say it, though. I knew that he loved me. He never said it words, but he showed it in actions. The way he would glare at any other men who glanced my way. How he would take away my bottle of rum when I had had too much. How he would leave food on the desk in his cabin when I slept in.

He loved me. So why wasn't he here now? Maybe he was late. Jack was always late. But he always showed. Mostly. I concentrate on my list of things Jack does to show he loves me, but the more I think about it the more I see.

He would glare at the men that glanced at me when I wasn't looking, but then he would spent half the night staring at another woman's breasts. He would take my rum when I got to tipsy, but then would down the bottle himself and leave me to stumble across the deck into his cabin. He would leave food aside if I was still sleeping when he ate, but would yell that he was looking forward to having it as his lunch.

Jack didn't love me. He never did. I just made myself believe he did. He let me believe he did. I think back to the day they took me. Jack told me he hated to see me go. But he wouldn't kiss me. He did not mourn. I had spent the last ten years pining over a man who couldn't think twice about my feelings.

A dull, throbbing pain pulsed through my chest, and an unsettling rage nestled in my gut. I would make him pay for what he had done. The time he had taken from me.

I once would have cut out my own heart for Jack, but I did not have to. He had torn it to shreds.

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#jack sparrow #Jack sparrow x reader #X reader #Pirates of the Caribbean #potc #Potc x reader #Jack #Reader insert #Angst #Davy Jones #Fanfiction #Pirates of the Caribbean x reader #Fanfic

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dragon-communion · 1 year

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While on the one hand, Fia’s sessions of “taking lifely vigor” from the Tarnished are definitely implied to be sex, and I find it hilarious that this is a situation where the devs probably bapped GRRM on the nose and told him to calm down, what if I roll with the implication?

It’s implied in a previous version of the Turtle Neck Meat item that people in the Lands Between just don’t have sex anymore. It’s too feral. Bestial. Might even have something to do with the birth of Omen children, actually, considering how such an animal act might bring one closer to the Crucible.

So what if extended hugging sessions are that scandalous and vulgar? Spending a minute in the arms of another person being worse than a glimpse of Victorian ankle has some fascinating implications for society in the Lands Between. If physical contact itself is base and hedonistic, can you imagine how touch starved everyone is?

One of the major problems in modern day America is how distant everyone is. While the Lands Between might not have the same issues with a lack of third places or the consequences of car-focused city planning, our level of general societal paranoia compounded with the advent of COVID means we just don’t touch eachother at all ever. This is grossly simplified because I’m too lazy to go get sources, so feel free to fact check me, but part of the focus on getting yourself a romantic partner is so folks can finally have someone it’s acceptable to get positive physical touch from. Failing that, getting into a sport at least earns you a more violent facsimile of that.

In the Lands Between, where society is focused on being a civilized as possible, it would make sense (a la Brave New World by Huxley) for society to try to eliminate sex and its trappings. Given Elden Ring’s heavy Catholic themes, celibacy also takes on a religious twist- Augustine of Hippo “taught that original sin was transmitted by concupiscence”, or physical desire and longing. To quote briefly from Wikipedia, “The view of the Church is that celibacy is a reflection of life in Heaven, a source of detachment from the material world which aids in one's relationship with God.”

Looking at Queen Marika the Eternal makes it painfully obvious to the player that she’s not even a creature of flesh anymore, twisted into something like a glorified clay pot or even a reliquary for the Elden Ring. We don’t know much about what she was like beyond a few queenly speeches, but whether she was always literally a vessel like that or not, the no doubt popular image of her as a vessel of life could have easily changed over the years from something very physical to the more chaste implications of the female water-bearer statues or iconography of her pouring out a chalice. People do still swear by Marika’s tits, so obviously physical desire might still exist, but my recent theorizing on crystal tears and amber babies really puts me in mind of the sterilized process in Brave New World where disembodied ovaries are fertilized in a lab via cloning. There’s something there in the imagery of the baptismal fonts around the Erdtree collecting tears that become new births.

The whole arrangement might also put a new spin on the gladiatoral games in the Coliseums, and to some extent Marika’s warlike drive. People crave contact, and the high of violence can be close enough to sex to mimic it, though poorly. I think everyone has probably made jokes about how American football has some undertones, and pro wrestling is the same. The most obvious example is dog collar matches, which look so close to BDSM as to be nearly indistinguishable to me.

With all of that in mind, the unmistakable intimacy of Fia’s actions might actually be as degenerate and twisted to modern Lands Between sensibilities as pup masks and handcuffs to the modern day American. What she offers is a gentle hug, perhaps even extended cuddling, and pillow talk. It’s stated that Rogier says “all sorts of things” abed, and while it’s easy to take that to a more physical interpretation, it could actually literally be Fia playing with the man’s hair for an hour until every single thought falls out of his head. When she makes the offer to you, she has to couch it carefully, framed in the ideas of a foreign interpretation of the sacred as if the only way it can be legitimate is if it is a sacred act, as if that’s the only way you’ll be able to understand it. Like when we argue for gay marriage and couch it in the language of romantic equality, because surely everyone can empathize with romantic equality, when the real physical benefits involve insurance and hospital visitation rights.

Anyway, it’s just something I’ve been thinking about.

#elden ring #elden ring theory #elden ring lore

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operationslipperypuppet · 20 days

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the thing about fig and ankarna, that seems to go unmentioned, is that emily is never going to play straight up and down worship.

fig isn’t concerned with bringing ankarna back - that’s not her bag, it never will be, and emily is so cognizant of wanting stories to feel different (to the point where she didn’t pursue a pc romance in naddpod’s campaign one, even when she knew both in and out of character that her character’s feelings were requited, because a romance story was already being told by the third pc) that she wouldn’t want fig to tell the same story kristen did in fhsy.

i think this lack of worship is best exemplified with how emily’s other pcs deal with and have relationships to gods, but this got incredibly long so the rest is under the cut.

to briefly talk about emily pcs and religion in general, there’s never a straight worship happening. alongside saccharina’s cleric status, emily has played 2 clerics and a paladin in naddpod, as well as a druid with deep religious ties. i’m going to talk about those since i’m the most familiar with them.

i’ll actually start with saccharina, since this arguably a post about dimension 20. her cleric levels aren’t at all about worship, certainly not of the whole of the sweetening path (she was the one who wanted to kill the sugar plum fairy, and would have, but essentially let ruby), they’re about defiance. defiance of the nuns who raised and abused her. defiance of the mother who left her behind. defiance of the father who never came to find her, who never knew she existed, who pushed her mother aside to become king of candia and join the concord. the sweetening path exists as a separate entity and act of defiance to the bulbian church, the thing at the center of the existence of the concord. her use of that magic and those abilities is about controlling and directing her innate magic, embracing the storm within. it’s not about worship of an entity.

the two other clerics were tied to actual gods, the trickster and the elder, but aren’t concerned with worship in the slightest. fia’s ties to the trickster are from being a blade (organization with ties to the god to protect people from undead and solve mysteries regarding fairies and pertaining to the gods), from being saved and partially raised by a blade, from being raised in a place that was essentially a cult of the reaper (the third god, much more concerned with death than the other two) and nearly being a sacrifice to the reaper before being rescued, and from seeing trickster magic in her girlhood friend. the actual power she gets is more about the ties she has to irina, and she actually ends the campaign quite angry at the gods and fixing their mistakes. tarragon is a little different, and the most tied to an actual god of any emily pc i’ve seen. she becomes a cleric to repent for being a soldier who was experimented on and used by people in power, to make up for the killing she did in her youth, the razing she did as a dragon warrior. at the end of her arc, she isn’t as tied to the ideals of repentance and order and peace. she’s devoted herself back to her friends. and realized that she can do these things without involvement in the cult-like following the elder has in town.

the we come to calliope, the paladin. she is not sworn to a god. she’s an oath of redemption paladin of the serpent queen (and a little bit oberon if you think about it). she’s using her power and position to attempt to help redeem her mother’s memory, but also to change the path oberon set for the world. a prophecy is coming true that was set before the world got complicated. she’s less concerned with swearing herself to the powers that be and more concerned with helping the serpents themselves, making sure they are not being used by the wrong people, keeping them from harm. she’s worshipping no one. she’s helping the helpless.

then, finally, moonshine. i could write thousands of words on moonshine cybin, so i’ll stick to one or two things. her ties to melora are important to her. she does, in fact, pray to her god, especially in times when she’s feeling conflicted. but she also gets angry at melora. she hates melora’s neutrality, she yells into the sky at melora on more than one occasion, and she all but loses her faith in shadowfell. but she comes back. and when melora needs her most, she reaches out a hand to heal her, brings melora’s long lost friend in to help, and saves the world by healing the heart. she lets this god be complicated. she recognizes the human nature of her. they’re allowed to be flawed, but she’s also allowed to call it out.

fig as a paladin is no different from all these other examples. if you look closely, you can absolutely feel how fig and moonshine were created by the same person around the same time, and callie’s recentering on her paladin self happened shortly before junior year was filmed, so you can look at those things as connected. fig decided to become a paladin to help kristen, to help cassandra. not because she believes simply in the power and clarity of doubt. (the point made there by porter and zara about that not feeling like fig was fine, but that’s not how they should have said it, especially to a student who just made this choice). she’s doing this to help her friends. she took healing word so they’d go down less. she moved from whispers to lore and made it so she could do more support (counterspell, cutting words, etc). hell, her being a hexblade is so there are more people capable of melee combat.

protecting ankarna’s domain doesn’t change how fig sees herself as a paladin. it isn’t going to make her (or emily) want to move to a straight up “i pray to this god and get my spells”, cut and dry, type of paladin. she’s not going to put herself on the line and be the first follower of ankarna. but she’ll see a hurt entity for what it is, recognize the humanity of that, and do what she feels will acknowledge it.

she’s not removing the restraints placed when this god died. but she’s opening a door 1000 miles from it, for if ankarna is ever ready or able to walk through.

#fantasy high junior year spoilers #fhjy

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fireessie · 7 months

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Holy fucking shit (not even sorry for swearing) but I've just seen the video of Lance getting out of his car and oh my god, he looks seriously unwell 😬 I hope all the drivers are being looked after right now and if we have to race here, I hope the FIA looks at jigging the calendar so its not I'm this heat again

#f1 #lance stroll #qatar gp 2023

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tweetsongs · 2 years

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why i was crying on the subway home from work

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Murph: And you feel an offer from a winter fairy that you have not even heard of. A winter fairy of death. You may reroll this check, but if you fail it Zirk drops dead.

Jake: Do we hear him make it?

Emily: Don't do it!

Murph: It is all in Zirk's hands.

Fia: Don't do it.

Caldwell: Zirk reaches into his pocket, and he pulls out a golden cylinder with little notches on it. And around that cylinder is wrapped a scroll with the instructions for how to replicate the revivify spell. He presses it into Henry's hands and then puts Fia's hands on top of that.

Henry: You're the doctor, buddy. What are we going to do with this?

Fia: We can handle her. We really can.

Zirk: Sometimes you think that you're the ending of the equation, but in reality, you're just the messenger. You're just there to get it to the right hands. It's been an honor being a third mate.

Henry: It was already in the right hands.

Fia: Don't you dare. I need you too much. Don't you dare.

[dice rolling]

Caldwell: Shout out to the two crew.

Murph: Jesus Christ.

Jake: Oh, my God.

Murph: You guys see Zirk drops dead. Right over-

Emily: Like, can I heal him?

Murph: No. Dead. Dead.

Henry: Zirk?

Fia: Mr. Zirk?

Murph: You guys see Zirk is focusing, trying to fix this. He starts kind of like, hyperventilating. Spridle begins glowing and Zirk, do you have any last words?

Caldwell: Zirk realizes what's happening. He looks at Hank and Fia and Spridle and Bukvar and Shank and even Spoony, and he says [as Zirk] I'm sorry I can't make it to the ocean with you. I know it'll be beautiful.

Fia: Fuck you. You're fucking going to the fucking ocean with me. Don't you fucking talk to me about this. What did you do? What did you do?

Murph: You see Zirk begins freezing as if he has, like, hypothermia. Like his skin starts getting, like, whiter and colder.

Henry: It's okay, buddy. It's okay, buddy. You're going to be good, buddy.

Fia: Mr. Zirk, I swear on my fucking life, this is my fault. I fucking got you wrapped up in this and she fucked it up. I will not choose her over you.

Emily: I look up to Mr. Hank and I look down at Ireena and I say [as Fia] God, you were my fucking dream for so fucking long. But these people are my reality. And it is by your actions that one of them has died and you tried to kill more of them. [starts crying almost too much to speak] And I will miss you so much. But I cannot support this. Mr. Henry. Kill her.

Henry: I can't. That's not my choice.

Fia [through tears]: It doesn't matter. I have to do anything I can for Mr. Zirk. Ireena has been nothing but a- a long ago, this memory I had. Of ‘is one person worth all this trouble’, it comes back to me. And I tried to defend it to Ireena, and here it is in action. It is literally in action. And I just won't do it. I- I've just traveled alongside Mr. Zirk, and she has exhibited a cruelty that I cannot, in this moment, justify.

Henry: It's not her.

Fia: That's not her, but this is Mr. Zirk, [as Emily] and I point to his fucking dead body.

Henry: I love Zirk like you do. He didn't die- he didn't die for her to die. He didn't die for this whole fucking thing to implode, did he? I have to- I can't- I can't-

Fia: I respect whatever you choose.

Henry: I want to try to finish what Zirk started.

#god!! GOD #naddpod #eldermourne

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sebmg4 · 10 months

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hi everyone, i'm here want to talk about yesterday incident/crash.

spa-francorchamps. arguably, one of my favorite circuit in f1, but spa is also the most dangerous track, especially when it's wet.

the lives of two young racers taken, on the same circuit. anthoine hubert (1996—2019) and dilano van 't hoff (2004—2023). too bad they died while chasing their dreams during the race, may they both rest in peace.

if they continued like this, how many lives would they want to take? so far i haven't noticed any change. this has to be fixed, i swear to god.

EVEN BERNIE ECCLESTONE WOULD BAN THE CIRCUIT IF HE KNEW THE DEATH TOTAL. he would ban checks like trillions of dollars, but now, the FIA's reaction is like "yeah."

in fact he knows how to be safe and fun i mean look!! even before the halo era, there weren't that many deaths. there may be no deaths in f1 from 2000 to 2017, and liberty media is coming to take over the FIA and f1 and other stuff, people dies.

and, i got a massage from a friend which her friend saw the crash irl. with her/his own eyes. of course, it would be so scary if you see it directly. especially little kids who like racing cars and they watched it irl and then, they saw the crash. it would be traumatize little kids, including me.

i've seen car/motorcycle crash with my own eyes and mostly just hear the news. I'm also a young racer too and still at karting level, and trust me, a little collision with another racer, you must be worried. because, i ever felt that way.

i saw a terrible crash while watching a race, my heart felt like it stopped for a few seconds and i felt more worried than usual. like grosjean's crash, it's pretty bad, you know. could result in death if he stayed in the car for too long.

that's all from me, thank you. i hope they'll change this, i don't want this incident continue for the next few years, i'm very worried about the young or professional racers who will drive in spa. i don't want to see any deaths in spa-francorchamps or hear a news from it.

— bonus :

- alvarez. ♡ (i'm having another love hate relationship with spa again guys...)

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #anthoine hubert #dilano van 't hoff #freca #formula regional european championship #I HATE YOU FIAAAAAAA #dear fia haven't you learn about 2021 too??#this have to be viral istg #i'm very sad rn #spa francorchamps #belgium gp #alva talks ~ ₊ ⊹

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I swear to GOD if the thing that finally takes rb down with the FIA is an inside job from Checo I am going to throw the biggest party the world has ever seen and everyone here is invited I couldn’t make up a funnier plot line this is incredible

Checo in his whistleblower era

#LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO #anon #q&a

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holdmyhopeinyourhands · 2 years

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I'm not even watching the race and my fury is immeasurable. I swear to God if they pin their negligence and frankly disgusting inability to keep the drivers safe on Pierre I will burn their entire sport to the ground. Enough of this. Enough of the fia playing fast and lose with their drivers' safety, which franly, should be their first fucking priority. Fuck them. Don't you dare. And you sky sports, shut your trash mouths. I know you think the drivers are just there as entertainment commodity but imagine trying to paint a driver who nearly could have had a fatal accident because of your grossass neglectful sport, as the one at fault and thinking you're doing the right thing. This sport is unbelievable. They never learn. I'm going to be sick.

#pierre gasly #f1 #japanese gp 2022 #alpha tauri #this is why i can't watch anymore #fucking hell

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khaleesiofalicante · 6 months

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Hellooo! I just got back from a trip with my friends, we went to Barcelona and let me tell you, trips are therapeutic I had no idea but now I feel better and ready to face the work I left behind (not really, I want to run back to Spain). How are you?? Congratulations for tackling down most of your work, and I'm sorry people are giving you more work, that sucks. Let us know if you need someone to uhm handle them, I know some people🙃

Also, we went to Sagrada Familia, I don't know if you know it but it's this beautiful church, I mean I'm not even religious but I felt a shiver when I went in. And it had this beautiful huge glass stained windows inside and the moment I saw them I was like "Oh my god I have to take a picture with them like Lance and Arthur!". Long story short I took many, I'm so happy about that! The colors also fitted my dress so they're pretty aesthetic😌 And when I post them I want to write "Mavid" underneath but no one will get it😔 How I wish I lived in the IALS universe right now

And let's not forget the highlight of the week, the race. We were out when the race was happening so I didn't get to see it but when I saw Lewis was leading at some point I wanted to cry! And then if course Mercedes bottled the strategy, honestly what the hell were they thinking? I mean Lewis gave it his everything and they ruined it, they need to get their act together. Everytime I saw how nervous Max was when Lewis got closer I swear I giggled. P2 was a great result and I went to bed happy and then I saw the disqualification in the morning and what the hell was that?? What on earth is wrong with the FIA, seriously?? I want to punch them. Could they at least try to sabotage him more discreetly? And I read somewhere that they checked like half the cars after the race and not all, wow really fair. Please tell me you also want to sue the FIA.

Okay, I'm done for now! I kinda missed Mavid so my notes app got super filled again and I will drown you with my thoughts later🌷

PS: We saw this Lewis poster on one of the streets and I didn't see it at first but one of my friends did and she stopped walking and went like, let's get a picture of you with your man and I swear to you I almost cried from joy, my friends really know me🥰 And then I took like a million photos😅

Vickyyyyy!

Barcelona sounds amazing and I'm so happy you had a fantastic time with your friends! And ahhhhhh stained glass mirrors for the win! everyone needs to take a pic in front of it!

What the fuck was that race? I am equally mad at the FIA and Mercedes because this is getting ridiculous at this point. I genuinely don't know how Lewis is putting up with all this bullshit because I WOULD BE SETTING SOMETHING ON FIRE AFTER ABU DHABI 2021.

Freaking out when you randomly spot a Lewis poster and then taking a photo with it is a very personal experience (i saw a cutout of him at the gaming arcade and tried to steal it loool)

Hope you get to rest and recover from your trip bebe 💙

#oh vicky you're so fine

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kiss as comfort, Valtteri and Guanyu :D

"I swear I'm okay!" the young man had protested when his teammate insisted on accompanying him to the hospital. The FIA doctor had ordered him to get an MRI in case he had a concussion and okay, maybe he had a bit of a headache, and everything was spinning a little, but he didn't need Valtteri to fuss over him like that! His teammate probably had a lot of things to do.

But no matter what he said, the man refused to leave.

Guanyu might look like he was complaining, but in truth, he was very much not. He was really happy that Valtteri came with him. He just didn't want to be a bother, and he hated to see him so stressed.

And oh boy, Valtteri was stressed. Guanyu had never seen him in such a state before. Hands gripping the steering wheel during the drive to the hospital, then fussing around Guanyu as they were led to a room to wait, always hovering close as if he expected him to suddenly drop dead on the ground. Guanyu even thought he heard him growl at a man who jostled him in the crowded corridor. But that would be ridiculous.

Maybe he did have a concussion, if he was hallucinating - the protective arm Valt had put around him was very much real, though.

There was a bit of wait before he could get an MRI, but at least, they put him in a separate bedroom, in a bed. Thank god for this, he wouldn't have been able to wait in a room full of people and noise.

Valtteri refused to leave his side, even when Guanyu suggested he went to grab himself a coffee. He might have not been teammates with Valtteri for more than a few months, but he had discovered two things:

One, he had a terrible, terrible crush on the man, and two, coffee was the way to Valtteri's heart. Coffee was sacred to him, he could kill for a cup if he didn't get his usual amount of caffeine, and Guanyu never took the risk to ask him what he preferred between drinking a coffee and racing in Formula One, because he was pretty certain of knowing the answer already.

That made some alarm blare inside Guanyu's already painful brain, as he decided he didn't appreciate seeing Valtteri so worried. He didn't know how to make him feel better, how to calm him down, and it was distressing.

He was a little confused but managed to grab Valt's arm so that he stopped moving already, and pulled him to the bed. Valtteri startled and didn't think to resist, falling half on top of Guanyu. That was when the rational part of his brain just left, and the rest decided that the better solution to calm Valtteri down was to kiss him.

And so he grabbed the back of Valtteri's neck, crashing their lips together messily.

Stupid, stupid brain. Before Guanyu could try to break the kiss, however, Valtteri was kissing back, his hand gently cradling his jaw, and Guanyu was a goner.

"I'm okay, please don't worry," he murmured as they pulled apart.

"This is ridiculous," Valtteri snorted. "I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around!"

"Well... I mean, kissing you is nice," he said awkwardly, and his teammate barked out a laugh.

"Good. I've been wanting to do that for a while..."

Before he could answer, the door opened and a nurse announced it was time for the MRI.

It turned out he didn't have any concussion. He and Valtteri had a lot to talk about.

#prompt game #answered #just for you feuer <333 #tw mention of crash

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