#the purpose of this account has finally been fulfilled

[rackets-and-fuel]

#oh my goooooood #the purpose of this account has finally been fulfilled #goat² #you cannot convince me that it wasn't Roger's presence that caused Mercedes' good weekend so far #crazy that it took this long to get a picture of Rog and Lewis together given their dominance within their respective sport #also Toto & Rog: more dilf energy than anyone can handle #pls unfollow me; this is the only thing i will talk about for the next 5 years #lewis hamilton #roger federer #george russell #toto wolff #spanish gp 2022 #barcelona gp 2022 #tennis #f1 #formula one #atp

[meefy]

I've talked about codependency and how it presents in Hunter x Hunter, and now I want to talk about how it presents in Dungeon Meshi - specifically between Thistle and Delgal.

Thistle, from the start, is in a perfect place to be taken advantage of and manipulated. He was taken from his family as a child, and he knows nothing about his past, not even his name. His sole purpose is to be there as a fool to entertain those with power. Delgal's father names him and raises him like a "son" and a "brother" to Delgal...but let's be honest, there is nothing normal or "brotherly" about how Delgal and Thistle interact here:

Thistle is not an equal with Delgal. From Delgal's perspective, Thistle is court magician and confidante, the one who can save his life and his kingdom. I certainly don't see Delgal considering Thistle a "friend" or member of the family. Perhaps when he was younger, but definitely not as an adult. Some of the earlier interactions between Thistle and Delgal as the latter grows up might have been sweet - sneaking food to share, talking about Delgal's marriage - but that sweetness quickly turns sour when we see how Delgal treats Thistle when the elf cannot be of use to him.

There is a tremendous amount of pressure on Thistle's shoulders. He knows Delgal's love for him is conditional; we can argue that Delgal yelled at him in a moment of desperation, but the fact that Thistle later feels the need to apologize (for...not being able to make Eodio defy death?) tells me he's used to asking Delgal for forgiveness where there is nothing logically to forgive.

Delgal, however, offers heaps of praise for Thistle when he keeps his kingdom and people safe.

Delgal needs Thistle to maintain rule of his kingdom and keep Eodio alive, and in turn, Thistle needs to be needed to feel fulfilled and useful. Thistle is Delgal's codependent, and Thistle has misconstrued putting aside his own wants and interests (his Adventurer's Bible page lists his likes and dislikes as "Nothing") in favour of serving Delgal and only Delgal. Thistle craves the affection he receives in return, and who can blame him? He has no family to speak of, no connections to the world outside of Delgal. Praise from Delgal is all Thistle lives for - and so he pours himself into creating the dungeon, keeping his people safe to the point of immortality.

So when Delgal and Eodio begin to talk about leaving, it's understandable that Thistle reacts so violently. If he can't protect his people, he can't earn Delgal's affection and praise. He is too deeply entrenched into the role of dungeon lord - the role of Lunatic Magician - to see that the dungeon is falling apart, and that Delgal probably long regrets asking Thistle for help.

Thistle is so obsessed with protecting Delgal and earning his love that he maintains this obsession for an entire millennium. Mithrun eventually tells him that Delgal is dead, to set his people free, and Thistle is in complete denial. He continues to search for Delgal even after learning the truth from Mithrun. He is so panicked about finding Delgal and proving that Mithrun is lying that he is driven to self mutilation.

Thistle's love for Delgal is not "true" love - it is obsession. But, in turn, Delgal's "love" for Thistle is not true love, either. Delgal would not have placed blame on Thistle for his son dying, would not have praised his use of dark magic, would not have placed the weight of his life on Thistle's shoulders...had he truly, purely loved Thistle. And I think Yaad knows this, because, when Thistle finally "reunites" with Delgal, he gives Thistle the apology and accountability the elf never got at any point during his life. He's sorry he made Thistle worry, and he's sorry he placed so much weight on his shoulders...those are things Delgal likely never said to Thistle at any point in time, but that Thistle deserved to hear after a thousand years. And I think it's very telling that the apology he got from "Delgal" isn't from Delgal at all - because the real Delgal probably wouldn't have apologized to Thistle in the first place.

I know there's some debate about whether or not Thistle is dead at the end of Chapter 96. But I am of the belief that yes, he is - that after finally being freed from the burden of needing to earn approval and protect everyone, and hearing Delgal apologize for it all, Thistle is at last able to rest peacefully.

#meefymeta #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #thistle dungeon meshi #sissel dungeon meshi

[sanjisboyfie]

rockstar ! trafalgar law headcanons

trafalgar law x male reader ; he might seem ooc but he isn't, trust me. this is how law is supposed to be perceived, i talked to oda himself and sorted this all out with him before publishing.

-> listened to brooklyn baby by lana while writing this...hehehehheheehhehehehehe ps. i think that is my favorite photo of manga law ever oh my fuking godhes so hot.

rockstar ! law . . . did not get famous overnight, but also did not get famous on purpose...if that makes sense. like his ass was up posting his guitar covers on youtube for years before someone reached out to him on joining a proper band. but also he wasn't posting those guitar covers with the intent of getting noticed. he just wanted people to see how SICK he was on guitar (he's a not-so-secret narcisst). but also another reason he posted them was because of you, his boyfriend who he had been in a relationship for a year at that point, was encouraging him to do so. your support for him and his talent was really assuring and fuelled him to be confident enough to post them online. (he was kind of against the idea at first, probably saying romantic shit like, "i want only you to hear the songs i play," but eventually was swayed when you spent many minutes convincing him to)

rockstar ! law . . . when he finally goes on tour with his band, he is pretty insistent and headstrong in allowing you to come with. he doesn't care if he needs to pay out of pocket money to fund your stay with him and his bandmates, he will if he has to. because he's not leaving you for months on end, pursuing the dream that was only possible because of how you supported him through it. there's absolutely no way he's going on tour without his boyfriend.

law's tattooed arms were crossed over his wide chest as he listened to their manager and a team of people tell him and his band about their upcoming plan for their first ever tour.

after the end, when it was about time for everything to wrap up, law calmly asked, "what about bringing significant others?" this makes the executives share looks with one another before apologetically smiling at him.

"sorry, another person added onto the travel, boarding, and all that will not be able to fit into out budg-"

"then i'm not going," law says simply, already getting ready to storm out of the room. but the manager stops him by his wrist.

"n-now, let's not get hasty! this was not something we accounted for-"

"well you should've, i'm not going anywhere without him. i'm not gonna leave him." law states stubbornly, glaring down at the man that was much shorter than him, "he's either coming with us or i'm not going at all."

a silence passed over the room and his bandmates were internally praising law for having the balls to stand up to these powerful guys so carefree like that.

maybe that's what had made him such a good rockstar.

his passions that he was not willing to back down for, he'd settle for his desires being fulfilled or nothing at all.

what they didn't know was that all of those passions were singlehandedly fuelled by his immense love for you.

"a portion of it will have to come out of your pocket, then. we really don't have the funds to bring on another person. so if you can't-"

"i can manage. if that's all, and we're all good. me and [name] will be ready by the designated time and meet you all at the location with all of our things," law easily says, walking out of the room with his broad shoulders being the last thing the executives saw.

"wow, law is so cool!" a memeber, stage-named penguin, said with stars in his eyes.

"don't get any ideas." the manager immediately cuts them off before they can gush further.

rockstar ! law . . . is very openly gay for you <3 doesn't really care that people are expecting him to act a certain way because he is a rockstar, he could care less. he's said time and time again that the only reason these fans of his have the oppurtunity to appreciate him to such an extent is because of you. had it not been you encouraging him to post his covers, he would not be standing on that stage for them to admire. so he can be as shameless as he wants in displaying his affection for you. naturally, law isn't the most into pda, but when he hears annoying people batter him for being so into you, his boyfriend, he feels the need to piss them off even further.

law's calloused fingers were playing with the flesh of your waist as he held you close. it was dark in the after party room so he made sure to keep you secure to his side so that he wouldn't lose you in the crowd.

there were a bunch of celebrities that attended their recent show scattered around the room, but he didn't care for them. not when he had you on his arm. plus, he didn't really like these after parties that much - he'd much prefer to be on the tour bus cuddling with you.

feeling unimpressed with the party, he turned to you to feel some comfort. when he saw how you were just taking in the view of everyone, he leaned down to kiss you, surprising you at the sudden affection. but soon, the both of you were just pressed against the wall of the room and blatantly making out with each other. his raven hair was messy by the time you two pulled away from each other and that knowing smirk of his was proudly plastered on his face.

the next morning, the internet were ripping law into pieces for still being in a relationship with you despite having access to as many beautiful women, handsome men, and alluring people that he could have wanted. he was a talented, well-known name in the scene with a handsome face and charming demeanor. he could have had anyone. and some were frustrated, for some reason, that he was still with you.

five years going strong in your relationship wasn't enough for the press to believe he was satisfied and completely settled down with you, for some reason...

he groans the moment he sees the headlines, throwing his phone to the mattress and turning into your side to be comforted by you once again. the only person capable of calming him down still remains to be only you.

"love you," he says against your skin, making you laugh at the sleepy confession.

"love you, too, law. you know i don't care about the stupid shit they say," you comment, making note of how tight his arms were around your waist.

he doesn't acknowledge what you say, only peppering more kisses to your bare skin.

rockstar ! law . . . kinda perfectly fits the rockstar bf aesthetic to a T. he's wearing the leather jackets and the other staple fashion pieces that scream "rockstar boyfriend." it doesn't help the way the clothes so perfectly fall into place on his body. he enjoys matching with you too, even if your aesthetics may not match. if he's wearing a heavy jewlery piece, like a necklace, ring, or bracelet, he buys a matching one that you would like and would be able to style. he doesn't mind discarding his iconic leather jacket for you if you are feeling cold. and of course, he's attentive, protective, and caring for you (and only you) - perfectly fuelling the fantasies many people have of that "rockstar boyfriend persona"

law was not known for being hot-headed. there were never any stories of him giving customer service people a hardtime, or of him trashing hotel rooms like many others in the same genre as him were guilty of doing. his overall attitude was off standish, but polite.

with a slight difference whenever he was seen with you. still off standish and polite, but specially doting and careful when he is with you.

his arm is always slithered around your waist or shoulders and he is always seen attentively listening to whatever it is you're rambling about. his eyes focused in on you, and only you, show that he is blocking out the rest of the world and listening to you intently.

the way he almost, kind of, definitely glares at people that interrupt your time together before he softens his gaze the moment you catch him making faces and scold him. he's completely wrapped around your finger, despite his seemingly intimidating and threatening persona, he's complete mush with you.

his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders as he protectively stood behind you. tonight, the two of you were at the bar and watching the live performance of the local band of the town you were in. due to your begging, he agreed to get off of the counter stool and dance and sway to the music with you.

his arms are resting in front of you as he holds your hands in his, completely engulfing them with the size difference. the jacket around you is practically drowning you as well.

he's rocking you back and forth, occasionally leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek and whispering sweet nothings to you. your cute moment unfortunately comes to an end though. some drunkard knocks into the two of you and spills their entire pint of beer on you and your clothing.

your first reaction is to take off law's jacket to spare it from reeking of the beverage, but law's first reaction is to push you behind him and size up the guy that knocked into you.

"the hell is your problem, man?! it was an accident!" the man defends himself when he feels threatened by your boyfriend.

law's one hand is holding your own, wanting to make sure you stay close to him some way, while the other is clenched at his side to form a fist. noticing how he was very close to landing a hit on the idiot's face, you pull him back by his shirt, "c'mon, people are staring,"

"don't care, this guy has got his head so far up his ass," law simply says, genuinely not caring at all that people were looking at him as if he were crazy.

"law, let's just go," he turns his head to you, his gaze softening as he turns.

he waits a couple seconds before speaking in whispers, "do you really want to go? i can just take care of him-"

"i do, really. let's just go, babe, it's alright, it was an accident," you continued trying to convince him.

"he could've done it on purpose, he could be a complete, total asshole,"

you laughed at his reasoning of giving the guy a lesson, shaking your head, "let's just go and get out of here."

law doesn't seem satisfied with having to let the guy go without any reprecussions, but if law is anything: he's a boyfriend that listens to his boyfriend.

so he walks away with you close by, tight grip on your hand, and silently cursing the asshole the entire ride home.

rockstar ! law . . . very casually dedicates the most romantic, sensual, loving, etc. songs to you when he is on stage.

"this one is for the man standing at side stage, waiting for me,"

"i've been with the same idiot for 5 years now and this song is for him,"

"this is [name]'s favorite, by the way. so if you don't like it, you can fuck off,"

rockstar ! law . . . who doesn't understand the way some fans really idolize your relationship. he loves you a lot and he's glad that they're accepting of that fact, but why are people on the internet asking him and you to adopt them...? or why are they calling the both of you their "daddies"? he's confused. he at least pieces together that they're being supportive, but he doesn't truly understand what they mean when they say stuff like "i wanna go to paris" underneath his posts of you and him on his instagram.

rockstar ! law . . . whose favorite audience is still you. he loves playing his guitar for you, just in the quiet of your room (when you're finally home for tour) and with you on the bed with his strumming as background noise to your reading, or whatever hobby you commit to.

his fingers move with such familiarity he can easily take his eyes off of the neck of the guitar. he looks at you with such love and care that it would make any onlookers vomit at how sweet he was being.

the song that he was playing was faintly resembling "can't help falling in love" by elvis, with his own personal twist. the moment you recognize the chords and notes, though, you look at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

he smirks, tilting his head, "what?" he'll ask with that annoying knowing look on his face.

"you're so cheesy," you comment with an eye roll.

"oh, don't be an asshole now,"

"not being an asshole, just being honest!"

law puts down the acoustic guitar, walking over to where you were and planting a kiss to the top of your head. clearing his throat, he begins to mimic the singer with exaggeration. it spurs you into laughter at his impression, which he only grins wider at. your laugh still remains his favorite sound in the whole world.

this soft side was only shown behind closed doors with you. and you liked it that way. no one else got to see your usually intimidating boyfriend with his walls completely down. how sweet and doting he actually was. polar opposite to that persona he put on whenever he walked onto those grand stages.

he was just yours right now.

and as he leans down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, you can smile against his with comfortability. and warmness spreads throughout both of your chests as he smiles back.

and finally, rockstar ! law who definitely gets your name tattooed somewhere on his body. probably on his hands or arms tbh because that is the most visible body part of his that gets photographed and noticed due to how he plays the guitar. that way if anyone wants to take photos of him in his element, they'll see a small part of you that he carries with him everywhere.

#one piece male reader #one piece x male reader #one piece reader #one piece x reader #trafalgar law male reader #trafalgar law reader #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar law male reader headcanons #law headcanons #law male reader #law reader #law x male reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x male reader #male reader #male reader headcanons #x male reader #also he definitely wouldnt smoke or dirnk excessively #he may be a rockstar and he may have an agenda to push #but there's no way he's compromising his health for a cigarette and extra shots of alc #he's got a future with you that he needs to think about #he needs to be in tip top shape to be the best version of himself for you #AS YOUR BOYFRIEND IT IS A DUTY #THAT HE TAKES SEVERELY SERIOUSLY LMFAOAO #one piece headcanons

[mirohlayo]

ALWAYS | CL16

inspired by the song always - daniel caesar

( charles and you broke up 6 months ago. but no matter what, he'll still love you forever. )

warning : sad, angst, heartbreaking (i'm sorry for that 💔)

word count : 1.7k

!! english not my first language !!

it still hurts. time passes but the memories remains. they remain profoundly anchored in his heart, in his head, and every day he hopes these tender and precious memories will never fade away.

maybe he's wrong for thinking like that. maybe he's wrong for losing his head over you.

maybe if time elapses rapidly, maybe if enough time passes, he will see you again. and you both will laugh together, heart fulfills with joy, never forgetting how much you were made for each other.

and he knows deep inside that he can't deny it. that there'll always be, no matter what happens, a place for you by his side, this same place that you sorrowfully left six months ago. this place will always be reserved for you, because he promised it to you, because he finally knows nobody will never occupy it the way you did.

laboriously lying down on his bed, charles closes his eyes. the moon softly shines in the nocturnal sky, skimming his hollow cheekbones. the light dimly illuminates his dark circles under his eyes, as if it had been an eternity since he last tasted a peaceful sleep.

it's night. and for those last six months, he found comfort in nighttime. because there is this quiet atmosphere, not a single noise disturbs him, apart from the unremitting sounds of the cars' motors which turn around his monaco building. he feels alone there, and that perfectly contrasts with this sensation you caused him since your departure. he terribly feels abandoned, lost and alone. like the moon is neglected among the billions of stars behind her.

and he closes his eyes. he wants to sleep. he wants to dream. he wants to dream about her, maybe to forget or maybe to remember. but he definitely doesn't do it on purpose, sometimes he dreams about you. because maybe that's what the night is for : arrange to meet the ones we love.

because he truly loved you. genuinely and profoundly. he fell very hard for you. and that since he first laid eyes on you. his heart rose when he saw you, his cheeks became hot when you smiled to him. his eyes were full of love and affection. it was as if he laid eyes on the most beautiful thing. and it was you.

his heart, his soul never stopped to love you. his body burns of love and desire for you, and all his being beg you to come back to him, to tell him everything will settle. because his poor heart awfully suffers, and every day he dies a little more remembering why you're no longer his anymore.

he loves you infinitely. never no one has ever been able to fill him with so much passion. he knows he truly loves you, from deep inside. he loves you for a thousand and one reasons, but mainly for the one he doesn't understand.

pretty lady. he liked to call you like this, even though sometimes you thought it was silly. but he knew you actually loved this surname, so he never missed an occasion to make you feel special.

so with his pretty lady, he used to walk down the streets. hand in hand, maybe shared earphones, and above all your love for each other. you walked slowly in monaco's streets, until he begged you to let him buy you a gift. buying you anything, as long as you were happy, it was the main thing. even though his bank account was empty afterward. but it was okay.

and he still remembers the fussing, the fighting, the fucking and the lying. most of the time, it was you getting mad at him for buying expensive stuff for your simple person. but sometimes, it was more an underlying and painful reason. but you always ended up reconciled, because neither could stay apart for too long. it was like that.

except last time, there wasn't a reconciliation. you left each other, teared apart and frightfully hurt. none returned to the other. and that haunt charles for way too long now.

maybe he's wrong for thinking like that. maybe he's wrong for losing his head over you.

he's fed up. he opens his eyes, and in just a fraction of a second, he's already dressed in a coat and in a scarf. he needs to get some air, he needs to think about something else.

was it by going to the cafe you always went to that he would really think of something other than you? no, certainly not. but he needs it, it's stronger than him. he pushes the door and immediately orders a warm drink.

and then he takes a sit in a secluded corner. he doesn't want to be seen, but from his spot, he can catch sight of every person present. a waiter comes to bring him his drink. he thanks him with a fragile smile. it's been a long time since he smiled brightly, like he always did with only you.

he takes one sip. two sips. it's warm, and it comforts him. because it reminds him of the soothing warmth you gave him when you used to hold him tight. and it comforts him as much as it grieves him. and the deeper the sorrow digs into his being, the more joy he will be able to contain.

and maybe this joy finally weaves in his heart. this joy which suddenly explodes at the view in front of him. he can't believe it. you push the cafe's door, a silly smile on your lips as a deep laugh echoes in the air. soon, charles' happiness transforms in bitterness and pain.

he knows it. he knows it dawn well. you moved on. you're no longer his anymore. you don't belong with him anymore. but with this new man who seems to fill you with happiness like he did with you before. his heart squeezes when you take the hand of your new boyfriend, dragging him to a table not far from charles' one.

you look so happy. your big smile warms his heart, but it cools down instantly when he remembers your smile isn't meant for him. no, it will never be intended for him again. and it hurts him terribly.

the same waiter brings you your drink, which you obviously had to share with the man that charles already hates with all his being. but on the one hand, he couldn't stop your man being better than him. he must accept his fate, he must accept that this man is the new chapter of your life. and that he only remains as a page that you have difficultly turned.

but he doesn't want. he still wants to have hope. he still wants to hold onto you, because he tells himself maybe one day everything will return to the way it was before. he prays for this day to comes, whatever fate does.

so he just doesn't care. he doesn't care if you're with somebody else. because he'll give you time and space to hopefully bring you back. he still hopes every day, because he wants you to know he's just not a phase. and that he never was one.

so, it's selfish, but he disregards the man who is sitting in front of you and back to him. he has a perfect view on your face. and he imagines only you and him, on a date, face to face. he imagines that the smile glues to your face is addressed to him, that all the sentences that come out of your mouth give him the impression that he is your confidant again. even if it's not the reality.

because one of the hardest battles we fight in life is the fight between the mind that knows the truth and the heart that refuses to accept it.

the more he looks at you, the more you pleasantly disconcert him. the more he closed his eyes, the more he missed you. and it wasn't good. it became suffocating. so he had to leave. leave the café, but not you. even though he knows he'll never have a second chance, he'll continue to hold onto you and to love you.

you had left to the bathroom. so he took the opportunity to leave the place. and leaving something behind for you.

you come back to your table, excusing yourself to your boyfriend for taking too much time. you keep talking with him, but the waiter just now approaches you. he points to a table lost at the back of the cafe, a cup of coffee still left on it and, a gray scarf.

a scarf which you perfectly recognize. gray and soft. made by cotton. a scarf you offered to your first love, the one you loved dearly for one year, the one you haven't seen since six months now.

"the man who was sitting here left. but he said this scarf was for you." the waiter says to you before getting back to the counter. you gently thanks him, and you try to avoid the questioning look of your boyfriend.

you desperately look to see if he's still here, if he's still present in the cafe. or in the street. because either you can't deny it, a piece of your heart still beats for charles. but nothing, nobody's around.

and meanwhile, charles leaves the street corner where the cafe is located. he returns to his apartment, alone again and perhaps even more hurt than before.

he left his scarf - no scratch that - he left you his scarf. maybe he did it on purpose to abandon a part of you, to pass on to you what belongs to you. to start forgetting about you. or just merely for you to remember him for ever, that every time you'll see this scarf his face will appears in your mind, and you'll be able to smell his cologne.

he thinks about you once again. in your pretty coat, your pretty hairstyle, and of course this man by your side. peacefully drinking your hot drink. he curses himself for not being the one to share your hot chocolate. your favorite drink that he knows you ordered tonight.

but it's okay. he knows it, he deny it.

it's all fine, you'll always be his. forever and ever, always.

always, you can count on him sure as the stars in the sky. always, you can count on him as sure that the sun will rise. always, his love for you ain't going nowhere.

always, he will be here.

for you. forever.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #cl16 x reader #cl16 #cl16 imagine #cl16 x you #charles leclerc fanfic

[louisupdates]

By Marcelo Fernández Bitar [translated from Spanish]

In just over 24 hours, Louis Tomlinson passed through Buenos Aires and caused a commotion, with hundreds of fans crowding at the door of his hotel singing and shouting his name, and also occupying almost the entire block where there is a FM radio station where he went to give an interview.

The fanaticism generated with his solo career by the former singer of One Direction in Argentina is so great that in fact he will give a recital in the same stadium where he was in 2014 with the mega-boy band. It will be on May 18 in Vélez Sarsfield.

Louis Tomlinson already has two solo albums and is touring the world presenting the most recent, Faith in the Future. It came out in November 2022 and surprised with his most rocky sound, close to the Brit-pop of his beloved Oasis, and less pop. It was number one in England and three singles came out, Bigger Than Me, Out of My System and Silver Tongues.

Hurricane Louis

The visit was really fleeting with the purpose of promoting his show next month, the old-fashioned way, when the artists toured the countries to advertise albums or tours, something they currently do on Zoom or with posts on their official accounts.

Louis arrived on Friday night and spent Saturday fulfilling an intense schedule of activities, to leave early the next day.

First he went to the Vélez football field for a television interview which will be televised later by TN, and then he went to the radio station Los 40 Principales, where his fans filled the entire Gorriti street, between Ravignani and Arévalo, to witness an interview where eight listeners joined to ask him a question each.

He finally arrived at 4 p.m. at the Four Seasons hotel, where hundreds of other fans were screaming for him. There he gave a series of reports and chatted with Clarín in a room equipped as a small television set, with lights and a set with his name and the cover of the disc.

"Never, not for a second, did I think I would be going through some of the same experiences," he said, "that I was lucky enough to live in the band. I thought that was something unique. So being able to come here and feel the level of love and the incredible reaction on today's radio station, means a lot to me. When I imagined what my solo career would be like, I really didn't know what to expect.

Re-filling stadiums

At 32-years-old, Louis Tomlinson has the experience of having been part of one of the greatest pop phenomena of the last 20 years, with sales records and sold-out shows in stadiums around the world. And now he is repeating the fury alone, just as it happened just a little earlier with his ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

In Louis’ case, he first sold out the closed Movistar Arena stadium in 2022 and now he goes through a huge soccer field like Vélez.

Q: Did you think that being a soloist you had to start from below and sing in smaller places?

Louis: Yes, exactly. But it turns out that I can still play in big places, so it's great.

Q: Can we really talk about a mania of a "louistomlinson-mania"? Does it happen everywhere or is it special in Latin America?

Louis: I think that in terms of the level of similar intensity, and seeing what happened a moment ago on the radio station, that certainly doesn't happen to me everywhere. Let me put it this way: it's incredible to be so far from home and feel that level of love. I'm very excited to think about what the show will be like here.

Q: It's incredible that almost exactly ten years have passed since the last time you filled Vélez. How do you feel when you return to the same stadium?

Louis: I feel very lucky to be able to play in those places again on my own. I also feel very, very proud of myself and my fans. I feel like we have created something that is quite special and we did it together. With them as listeners, but also as facilitators. That really helped my confidence and made me feel good on stage. It's a lovely relationship and I'm very proud of it.

Q: This tour started almost a year ago, how did it evolve with respect to the first shows?

Louis: I definitely feel in a good place right now with the show. Anyway, in advance I was excited about this tour because this album was designed for the live show. So I was excited to see how the songs would work. And the energy is great. I am very excited to show Faith in the Future to Latin America.

Q: How did the idea of making a live cover of Arctic Monkeys come about?

Louis: Arctic Monkeys grew up about 20 minutes from where I live. It was something very close, very fresh in the mind and obviously huge. I was growing up and I'm also a big fan. I usually do the song 505 because it's very pretty.

Often, with the versions, I probably think more about what I would like to sing than about what I imagine that everyone else would like to hear, which may be misjudged, but I'm enjoying it.

Q: When you were a teenager you sang Oasis songs and now you have a rock band that sounds very Brit-pop, almost closing a circle.

Louis: Thank you. I am very, very fortunate to have the band I have, but they also perform sonically and visually, everything that is really important to me. They sound absolutely incredible. I don't think I would be able to do this without my band.

Q: Live you also perform songs from One Direction. Did you feel that kind of shadow at the beginning of your solo career and now you are more comfortable looking back?

Louis: I think a bit about both things. I think that at the beginning of my career I would have been a little more worried about putting too many One Direction songs in the repertoire. What I wanted most was to spread my wings and show who I was. But I think that as time went by, the nostalgic moments are really charming. So it's like a beautiful mixture of nostalgia and it's very nice to do it.

Ping-pong

Q: This is the third time you have visited our country. If you had to describe your Argentine fans in three words, which one would you choose?

Louis: Passionate. Loyal. Affectionate. That’s okay, isn't it?

Q: The soccer player Kun Agüero said that there is a lot of talk to you through Instagram or Twitter. Have you ever met him in person?

Louis: Actually, we have never seen each other in person. Over the years we've talked a little here and there, but I never found time. I have a kind of crazy hope that he can come to the show.

Q: If you had to choose one of your songs, either from Walls or Faith in the Future, that reflects how you feel right now in your life, what would it be?

Louis: I would say that the name of the album (Faith in the future) represents where I am right now, but I think that in the future I would like to always be optimistic.

Q: And if all the One Direction discography was deleted and a song had to be saved. Which one would you save?

Louis: It's interesting... I would probably say Story Of My Life. That seemed like a real milestone. I would say it's a little more serious. And I also think it's a bit of a crazy song.

Q: You are a big soccer fan, do you have any preference for an Argentine club?

Louis: I'm very afraid to say something wrong... I'd better say that I love you all. (laughs)

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#louis press #louis tomlinson #fitfwt24: buenos aires #6.4.2024 #clarin

[scarletwritesshit]

🔪 Blade x Reader 🔪 Butter Knife

Mara struck and never dying. This is the fate that Blade had been bound to for all of eternity. To some, the dream of becoming immortal was simply that, and their desire to walk the planet forever seemed impossible to satisfy. To Blade, however, immortality was not a dream, as he knew all too well of the curse of a life physically impossible to be put to rest. He felt as if his time was up ages ago, and so he deeply desired to be put to rest one final time.

That isn’t saying that life was never worth living to him. Prior to this wretched curse, Blade felt as if he had a purpose, a reason to see each and every new day. He was a talented weapon artisan, whose blades were comparable to none. In regards to its value against one of Blade’s deadly pieces of art, a common sword was worth less than nothing.

Now, Blade’s own being had been degraded into that of an inanimate object, created with immense power but cannot be destroyed. He felt as if he had lost all sense of true purpose and reasoning for his existence, other than to strip others of their lives.

He fulfilled his reason for existing already, and now, he simply wanted to be put to rest.

Unable to be reach his life’s satisfying conclusion, as well as leaving behind his past as an artisan, he would have to find a new purpose through something, or rather, someone else.

You knew Blade long enough to have a thorough understanding of his demeanor. He wasn’t very talkative, and always had a rather off-putting scowl on his face. You had never genuinely seen him smile, yet you couldn’t blame him considering his rather unfortunate fate. Doomed to repeating a cycle of inescapable suffering with death itself not even showing him mercy would most certainly wear away at an individual.

Despite everything, you knew that deep down, the soul of Yingxing was very much alive within him. Under his ashen black exterior was a man who shone white with passion, desire, emotion. This could not be claimed to be a mere delusion of yours, either. A few times in the past, you had offered to part ways with Blade, feeling as if he has grown gravely tired of your presence. The response was always the same; a silent headshake upon your offering to leave. When further pressed as to why, he would respond with something akin to:

I have my reasoning.

Perhaps it was the same force that accounted for the tight-knit bond between the Stellaron Hunters. Something more than working under a title, though a bond unspoken, united them despite sheer differences in personality.

Though it was subtle, it was interesting how Blade seemed to display favoritism towards you. It was difficult to discern the reason, as he spoke little of those around him and even less of himself, but one thing that did set you apart from the other Hunters was your frequent inquiries of his well-being. He never once responded in a positive manner, and you’ve come to expect him to scoff at you every time, but it still never hurt to check in on him at least once in a while.

Somehow, you had to get through to Blade. Though it might take quite the generous effort, you were committed to making Blade feel like a living, breathing person again, not some regrettably conscious item.

No hobbies, he claimed to have, so it was not difficult to find him standing around without a sense of belonging. It was rather convenient for you when you desired to speak with him, but you couldn’t help but yearn to see him engrossed in a beloved activity of his own, whether it be craftsmanship or a newfound hobby of his. You approached Blade and gave him a gentle tug on the side of his jacket to grab his attention. With his usual quiet “hmm?”, Blade turned his head to the side to look at you gently pulling on him.

"You don’t seem preoccupied, Blade," you said to him.

"As usual," he responded coldly. "What do you want?"

"Nothing in particular, as I just wanted to check on you. That’s all."

Blade snarled and turned his head away, crossing his arms. "My response is the same, yet you still insist on inquiring. How very peculiar."

"Someone has to. You’re one of us, after all.”

"You’re practically asking if a sword if it has feelings."

"And this 'blade' has a tongue sharper than a dagger just to close himself off from others, and for what?"

"It does not concern you."

"I think it does, Blade. I feel as if you’re being rather dishonest, with yourself more than with others."

He didn’t respond. In fact, he didn’t even look back at you to acknowledge your statement. Blade’s arms stayed crossed and his attention remained diverted.

"You claim yourself to be a mentally deceased weapon, yet I know for a fact that you are hiding a caring man.”

He still didn’t respond, not even showing signs of hearing your words.

"You haven’t shooed that little Silver Wolf away, and you keep insisting on me being by your side despite the obvious hinderances I pose. I truly do not think that you are as awful as you claim to be.”

Though this got somewhat of a reaction out of Blade, as he glanced over his shoulder and looked at you curiously, he still blatantly refused to speak to you on any matter regarding himself. Was he not accepting of who he may be, or perhaps it was simply utter disbelief of your claims? The only way to find out was to pry the truth out of his cold hands, even if a bit of gentle force was required.

"You can scoff and sigh at me all you want, but I’m not going away any time soon."

"You hardly have a choice,” he said, once again averting his gaze.

"And why is that?"

"I can’t let you leave."

"Or is it that you don’t want me to leave?" you said, grabbing his bandaged hand. "Because I don’t plan on it anyways."

Blade couldn’t subdue his reaction this time. He looked at your hand, eyes wide with surprise and mouth agape, clearly thrown off guard and having a difficult time suppressing his feelings. He seemed to want to yank his hand out of your grasp, yet some invisible force was preventing him.

"Told you so," you proudly declared.

Blade, still visibly surprised, once again looked away, yet still continued to speak.

"You…can let go of me now…" he said, voice trailing off.

"But why would I do that when you don’t want me to?"

"I never meant physically taking hold of me."

"Yet you still haven’t pulled your hand away even though you can do so if you desired. Bladie, you need to stop acting so cold. You’d feel better if you dropped the steel-tempered act."

"But weapons should not feel, yet I am experiencing some sort of warmth inside of me."

"It’s your hand. You’ve spent so much time with your edges soaked in fresh, warm blood that you have failed to realize that you have grown to be as cold as a butter knife."

Perhaps in an attempt to better understand what he was feeling, Blade pulled you in front of him so that he may use his free arm to pull you close to his body. He was greatly restraining his immense strength, yet holding you tight enough so that you may not slip out. He remained silent for a few moments, assessing this strangely familiar yet new feeling that burned within him. You had gotten used to his bouts of silence, though something about his sudden thoughtfulness felt different than the times before.

"I...think I understand what you mean," he finally said.

With your face still shoved in his coat, you managed to look up in order to inquire as to what he meant.

A man of few words he was, whose actions spoke louder than words. You noticed that his scowl had softened, and his eyes had a light in them as if a new passion had been ignited within him.

"Perhaps this is selfish of me to say, but this feeling...it must be what it’s like to truly feel alive again. I never realized how warm you were…or perhaps it’s the side effects of a frozen heart melting once more.”

“You…feel alive again?”

Blade's hold on your body grew tighter, but he fell silent once more. Given his poor self-image, he seemed reluctant to be fully honest regarding what he was experiencing, and what his heart yearned for.

"Bladie, what do you mean by that?" you asked.

"It’s something that I had only felt once long ago with another person. Now, it is rather unfamiliar to me in my present state, yet at the same time, it is a recognizable feeling that I’ve been silently longing for."

"Companionship? Affection?"

"...The desire to be held not as a weapon, but as a beloved companion."

A desire that could so easily fulfilled by you, as you wiggled yourself ever so slightly to loosen his grip on you to allow for you to engulf him in a hug. Blade didn’t reject your gesture, though he was frozen in place, shy about indulging himself in something he believed to be so self-centered. He quickly realized that you truly have no intention of letting go, even after he loosened his grip to allow you to slip free if you so desired. Eventually, he gave in and rested his head against your hair.

"...Haven’t felt this way since I knew her long ago," he admitted.

"Do you understand now, Blade? Sheets of steel and stone don’t feel these kinds of emotions. That’s what sets your flesh and blood apart from a mere sword."

"Our purpose serves the same, however."

"You’ve told yourself that lie so much that it has created a delusion of truth within your mind. Your hands may not be meant for forging anymore, but that grants you the freedom to discover a new purpose…a new reason for you to carry on with life.”

"...Could you serve as my purpose, at least for the time being?"

"I’ll always be by your side as your reason to carry on, Yingxing."

"Now that’s a name I haven’t been called in years," he said, smiling a little.

#honkai star rail #hsr blade #blade x reader #fluff #fanfiction #fanfic

[nirikeehan]

Dragon Age Lore Prompts 

Bits of lore compiled from codex entries, letters, and other marginalia found throughout Thedas.

In the Mists: The Windline Marcher. A ghost ship. Still, the story continues to be told, its intent to chill, amuse, or even titillate. As a consequence, the tale has grown more colorful over time. In many later versions, the "Marcher" is manned by a crew of stunningly beautiful spirits, who can fulfill one's deepest (carnal) desires, should one succeed in boarding the ship.

The Lost City of Barindur. A city lost to time or disaster. Swaying grass hid flocks of birds so vast that when they took flight, their numbers blocked the sun. This, our guide informed us, was the great city of Barindur, wonder of the ancient world, famed for its fountains which were said to grant eternal youth.

The Pyramids of Par Vollen. Structures of unknown purpose pre-dating the Qunari. Par Vollen's distinctive pyramids, looming from the overgrowth, have remained largely intact, even if their intended purpose has been lost. They do not seem to be tombs, though some chambers contain bodies that have been carefully preserved. Amazingly, the pyramids' proportions are mathematically perfect. 

Confessions of a Lyrium Addict. Rare first person account of the Templars' plight. But the ration's too small. If they don't give you enough, your hands get cold. The sky starts to press down on you. Little things slip away. So you have to stay.

The Aeonar. Mage prison found abandoned by Seekers, with no sign of violence, during the Mage-Templar war. Accused maleficarum and apostates are held in the confines of Aeonar. Those who have a powerful connection to the Fade, and particularly to demons, will inevitably attract something across the Veil, making the guilty somewhat easier to tell from the innocent.

Notes on Methods of Enchantment. Ancient notes on enchanting eldritch items. Using up the last of the stock was well worth it, as I explained to it as a courtesy before final work began. Adjustments to the underlay were a great success, and will allow the recipe to be made with material taken from lesser animals, if the need arises.

The Hand That Cuts. A unique ring. This ring grows unusually warm when slipped onto a finger. It pulses slightly and steadily, as if in time with the wearer's heartbeat.

The Eye That Weeps. A unique amulet. This amulet is heavy for its size, and the metal is clammy and sticks jealously to the flesh. The gem in the center contains a liquid that glowers a sluggish red in bright light. Condensation slowly forms on the gem's outer surface, no matter how many times it's wiped clean.

The Bind that Guides. A unique belt. No matter how loosely this belt is tied, after a few steps, it warps itself snugly around the waist. The stitching, while fine, is of a strange, thin thread that resembles hair and can't be cut with even the sharpest knife.

The Skin That Stalks. Unique armor. The leather of this armor gives off a faint, living heat. It is heavier than it looks, but the weight and warmth are somehow comforting. The armor makes little noise in motion, and after a surprisingly short time, wearing it feels quite natural.

Chronicles of a Forgotten War. An account of encounters with mysterious Scaled Ones in the Deep Roads. A robed Scaled One stood before the altar. Its voice was different from the others: softer, almost feminine. It chanted and raised a basin of blood towards the altar. The other Scaled Ones bowed low. The robed Scaled One produced fire from its palm and mouth and ignited the blood.

Grim Anatomy. A book on animal dissection and demonic possession, by an unknown author. It's not wearing the creature's skin. It has become the creature: its mind, its senses... its blood.

The Hedge Witch. A witch who transformed herself into a giant hawthorn bush. She possessed only a modicum of magical power—enough to draw the templars' attention, but not nearly enough to defend herself from them. As the templars closed in on her, Saramish worked a spell of transformation. No one knows what her intentions were, but the outcome could not have been to her liking. 

Arboreal Fort. Creative solutions to uncommon problems. Flatten the area? —Cullen. Of course the commander suggests hitting the hills until they forget they're hills. —L I was joking. Meanwhile, have you threatened to cut out anyone's tongue today? —Cullen Thinking about it right now. —L

A Compendium of Orlesian Theater. Fascinating cultural practices from the artistic heart of the empire. If a director believes they can sell the part, men can play dowagers, women can play dukes, and even an elf can play a king. Once donned, the mask is understood to be absolutely them. None of the actors I spoke to could explain to me the history behind this tradition, but bristled when I suggested other nations find it strange. 

She of the Highwaymen Repents. A song unsung for a dead man walking. For know my crime was cruel, and all my pain deserved. I stand here as a fool, despite my brother served.

The Silver Knight. The final verse for a fallen knight. In lost verses of a song, painstakingly unearthed, I found the answer to my question. Who could bear the weight of a people destroyed by his hand?

The Executors. Those across the sea. “Remember that, for the moment, we are not your enemy.”

Constellation: Visus. The Watchful Eye. The early Inquisition took Visus as the symbol of their holy calling when they joined the Andrastian faith: the Eye representing both their search for maleficarum and the Maker's judgment upon their actions. When the Inquisition ended and became the Seekers of Truth and the Templar Order, the templars took the sword while the Seekers retained the eye.

The Lover's Alcove. To be seen not being seen. Dignity of course requiring that one does not also make use of the darkness for actual physical gratification. This has, of course, never occurred.

#writing prompts

[pissgoblin973]

i have a wee theory about the whole “canon” events thingie mentioned in atsv. it’s been marinated in my mind for a while. here’s my take, yes this will include spoilers, i love this film so so much even after my fourth watch >:3

1. canon events are not set in stone. or at least in the way that miguel makes it seem.

here’s my reasoning: there are some canon events that cannot possibly be met for all variants of spider-man (eg. having a love interest, getting married, being bit by a radioactive spider) these events function better if they are understood as a mathematical formula with a quota ???

i’ll break it down like this — what each canon event has in common is the purpose and the lesson it is supposed to teach spider-man. the universe can adjust and create exceptions much easier that way, leading to why there are gaps where some universes are intact when according to miguel they should not be.

eg. finding a love interest vs an aromantic spider-person

keeping my interpretation in mind what could happen instead is that the spider-person harbours a strong platonic relationship that serves it purpose to teach the same lessons/award them with the same outcome of character development to help them on their journey. thus, meeting the quota and being recognised as a canon event, continuing their story without altering their universe.

2. not all canon events are necessary.

i think this one is pretty obvious but it has to be said. i think it makes more sense for the “universe” to be as fluid as the spider-person who exists within it. some canon events will not be necessary for their story, especially if my theory is correct and taken into account.

miguel suspiciously emphasises the importance of how these story beats creates who spiderman is …

if that is all a canon event is then there should be wiggle room or at the very least fluidity that allows more important/life altering or impactful events to occur and trivial or unnecessary situations to be optional especially if the lesson or purpose they are required to serve there is no need for them??

3. spider-man is not needed for a canon event to take place or be interrupted.

this one will take a bit more explaining so please be patient with me and of course, major major spoilers from here on out.

i’ve seen a lot of rebuttals against the “canon” events theory (and rightfully so, fuck miguel) HOWEVER.

i think we are judging him too quickly, i don’t think miguel is completely wrong but in the same way there’s no way in hell he is right either.

earth-42 is the only universe (that we know of) with no spider-man but how come it hasn’t been swallowed out of existence???

i can’t remember where i found it but when i do find the article i’ll attach it to this post but the creators of this film have hinted to miles g morales — prowler from earth-42 having a key role in the final instalment with them specifically saying “don’t judge a book by its cover…”

now we know that heroic portrayals of power exist, who’s to say that miles from earth-42 is not operating as a heroic prowler albeit with more unethical/violent methods. in that universe alternate miles has lost both a father and a police captain two canon events in one, it is possible that if the message/lesson he was intended to learn from that life event passed that the canon event was accepted …

remember it is through losing uncle ben that spider-man understands that “with great power comes great responsibility” if that lesson is learned and shapes the individual to fight crime in their own way isn’t that them being spider-man?

miles g morales was supposed to be spider-man not the miles we know from earth-1610, he may not be operating as spider-man but he has had his share of trauma and development to fulfil the quota of those necessary story beats, he is still destined to be spider-man. if those things remain intact, technically the canon is unchanged.

there are hundreds of spider people that canonically did not obtain their spider powers through being bitten but their universe still stands.

the implications of the “canon” event theory miguel presents places more importance on the trauma one has to face to become spider-man rather than the journey of healing, self discovery, identity and love that makes the hero.

ok i think that’s all ??? idk, i’ll add more things i noticed and extra points later. feel free to repost, interact with this post + gimme some of your thoughts/takes on the topic. i don’t think i’ve seen enough people discussing it so yea, i wanna create a space to uhh discuss…

anyway bye!

#across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv spoilers #canon events #miguel ohara #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #peter b parker

[cozymoko]

Hello, I think requests are open.

I saw the list of animes you write for.

What do you think Jaeha, Zeno and So-woon(Akatsuki no Yona) reaction to a S/O who's a goddess more ancient than the dragons and uses human form to travel for a long time yet lose her memories every century as protection mechanism she placed on herself as she keeps doing the mistake of holding mortals too dear then falling into grief whenever they die, now she's thinking of turning them to a fellow god(privilege that can given to a god's soulmate only) after they die and she's finally willing to go back to heaven and restore her full memories?

OH MY GODDESS!!

Synopsis: The reader is an ancient God who travels as a human, but every century loses her memory to protect themselves. Now, she's debating on turning her love interest into a god to return to heaven with her.

Note: I made this have any obsessive love because when most people meet a god(ess) they'll want to worship them in my opinion. Deities have that effect on people.

Pairing: Jae-ha x female! reader, Zeno x female! reader, Soo-Won x female! reader

WARNING(S): slight obsession, angst in Zeno's part

Links: AKATSUKI NO YONA MASTERLIST, NAVIGATION

JAE-HA

BEING THE WOMANIZER he is, Jae-ha has come across his fair share of pretty faces; but he didn't expect a goddess to be one of them. It was evident that you were from the heavens, blessed with ineffable amounts of beauty and an ambiance just as tempting. It was no surprise the man would look to pursue you.

It's decided; he shall join you in the afterlife. As your one and only, to bask in your beauty and grace until the sun touches the horizon. Somehow you managed to sweep the playboy off his feet in record-breaking time, although that's supposedly his job. It was almost embarrassing how fast he accepted your proposal, so much so that a deep red tinge can be seen dusting his cheeks. Never had he been so enamored with a woman, one way out of his league at that.

Now the memory aspect has piqued his interest. Relationships are precious, insightful even, so why would you want to forget them? Regardless, he respects your decision. Yet over time, Jae-Ha soon realizes he'd rather you lose all memories that don't include him. After all, he's a bit jealous of all the experiences you may have had with your past lovers, and he'd rather not have any more competition than needed.

“Oh my, I believe it's that time, isn't it? Let us go to the heavens above where we shall become one. Unfortunately, I don't think I can take the anticipation much longer darling.”

ZENO

A REAL LIFE GODDESS in the flesh? Woah, this must be his lucky day. Like with most things in life, Zeno is ecstatic. Through the many centuries he's lived, not once has he been graced with the presence of a deity such as yourself. Beautiful doesn't begin to describe the beauty that endowed you. It was as though he was looking a fairy tale princess right in the eyes. Various compliments spilled from his smiling lips faster than he could account for. If he was feeling even the slightest bit of shame you had not noticed.

This being your human form enticed him to dig up the real you. He would hate to k now you're hiding anything from him. You are not obligated to unveil what you desire not to, but he'd rather bask in as much of your authenticity as "humanely" possible. Zeno is quite jealous of your ability to forget about the past, and until he met you he wished to do the same. Maybe then would he be able to start all over again and experience life one step at a time with you sticking closely by his side.

Zeno's dragon grants him the gift of immortality so dying is out of the question. He has lived to see many dragons come and go, greeted by death and to god knows where. It saddens him that even with his new powers he won't be able to fulfill your wishes. In the end, Zeno's purpose is to serve Yona and no one else. But only one woman can make his heart beat so sporadically, rendering him speechless each time they meet eyes.

“It's a shame, y'know? I really wish I could go with you and keep you company. Hah—!? Don't cry; we'll figure something out, I'm sure of it!”

SO-WOON

SOMEONE SO POWERFUL should have never taken interest in him, but oh is he glad they did. A deity, from the heavens nonetheless, had come before him with curiosity at that. Just a short conversation with you proved how extensive your knowledge is. And from the sound of it, you were much older than many mythical beings of this time. So as one does, Soo-Won ponders ways to use that to his advantage, even if it meant deceiving you. However, that was before he put his plan into motion.

Soo-Won was destined to fall deeper and deeper into the alluring solace of the goddess he had merely hoped to use. Now, the man wished to undress her, uncovering every inch of her ravishing skin; so perfect and warm. He wished to taint her with his blooded hands so she could learn to love his true nature as he loved hers. He realizes his selfishness but he simply doesn't care. There shall be no lies between you two and he'll make sure of it.

He would long for nothing more than to be with you until his last breath, even if he does not deserve to. The sins he's committed should send him nowhere but the raging depths of hell. However, he will not lose you to those cocky bastards that resided above the clouds who were waiting to take his place. And he will never allow you to erase anything regarding your future, together for eternity.

“My beautiful goddess, where have you gone? I was worried sick; Hah...I'd thought those disposable fools had gotten to you. With your permission, I shall get rid of them in your stead.”

#—🍁 #x reader #yandere #yandere themes #akatsuki no yona headcanons #yona of the dawn headcanons #yona of the dawn scenarios #yona of the red dawn #akatsuki no yona scenarios #akatsuki no yona imagines #akatsuki no yona #jaeha yona #zeno yona #yona of the don soowon #yona soowon

[patch-doll]

Burning Bright

contains: combat dolls, bad parenting, a little bit of death

it is ready for anything. it was built to be ready, so it can't be anything else. it has been through a thousand thousand simulations, and it is prepared for any situation. nothing can surprise it because everything is accounted for, from something as simple as killing an unarmored target while running at full capacity to facing another combat model after having an arm dismembered.

it could be possibly be described as eager for its first mission, but the word eager doesn't come close to properly expressing the ecstasy it knows it will experience when it finally gets to fulfill its purpose.

when that first mission comes around and it is placed on the field, it is exactly as blissful as it always knew it would be. moving as fast as it can from target to target, pushing its shell to the limit. it is quick, efficient, and perfect above all else.

it ends up in close quarters combat with an enemy that is very clearly trying to stall for time, but the enemy is a high priority target, and so command insists that it eliminates the current target before continuing forwards. command also informs it that there is a group of targets retreating from the combat zone.

it needs to go faster and catch the retreating group, but the current target is slippery and just barely avoids a fatal wound from its knife for the third time. it assesses that it needs to commit to possibly taking damage in this fight if it is going to catch that group of targets.

it takes a few minor scratches in the process of cornering its target, but the current target never commits to doing serious damage, always opting to stall for an extra second rather than taking a risk to try and disable it. an idiotic strategy in the long term, but it understands most things do not think as efficiently as it does. it closes in and it knows the this next moment will finish this encounter-

a click sounds off from behind it. several thoughts run through its head in an instant. it knows it can't move fast enough to get out of the way of whatever is about to hit it. it knows it should be able to survive almost anything and still be functional enough to finish the mission. it decides to finish off the current target before dealing with this new issue. its knife slices through the flesh of its enemy's throat, and there's a split second of satisfaction before the impact comes.

there's a three inch hole in its torso, its body politely informs it. the sensation is overwhelming. it knows what this is supposed to feel like, because the simulations cover all manner of damages, it should be able to fight in this condition with almost no issues.

but its body is screaming, or doing something like screaming. there is an amount of sensory input it can't properly quantify radiating from the hole in it that spreads through every inch of its body. its vision is blurring, which shouldn't happen without direct damage to its eyes. it can't think properly, which shouldn't happen without direct damage to its CPU.

this is what happens when biological entities are injured, it realizes. it also realizes that the enemy that attacked it is dead. it is not sure when that happened. it shouldn't be capable of not noticing something that happened near it. command sends more information about where the retreating group is. receiving that information makes the screaming in its body worse somehow.

it moves, and it thinks it might be following the retreating targets, but it isn't sure. it only knows that it is moving, and it is fulfilling its purpose. colors smear together wherever it looks. it switches to thermal vision, and the heat signatures smear together too.

there are several bodies on the ground around it. command informs it that it can return to base to be repaired for the next mission. it remembers that it killed the stalling target ten minutes ago. it shouldn't have been able to reach its current location and finish off all the targets here in that amount of time. the hole in its torso is still screaming.

it sits down. it doesn't understand. it wants to express something, but it shouldn't have any need to express anything.

it has to do better next time.

#empty spaces #dollposting #my writing #my own

[igottayellsomewhere]

From Episode 5

"sometimes when I try to look ahead, all I see is back"

back where sanji

like, you could think about this line on a surface-ish level and say back to germa and all that angst ect, sure, but then what is back? what could there possibly be to go back to that he'd want to go to?? and that begs the question, what is forward?

so, at this point in opla they show that he's getting increasingly frustrated with zeff and that is the conflict thats set up to be a push forward, but it also really feels like the characters could have been at this crossroads before. Like, this is a repeating pattern but it always ends the same, sanji is frustrated then zeff let's him back into the kitchen then creativity and the need to be Free strikes and theyre at it again. And because sanji has decided to dedicate himself to zeff and repaying a kindness he could never imagine *there's nothing to look back or forward to*. This is the best scenario. He needs to fulfill zeffs dream before he can think about his own and There's No Other Option. So what is back?

Back is repaying zeff. A debt he can *never* repay

And though they do share the same dream and sanji still wants, yearns, for the All Blue, he can never give himself permission to do so. So forward is Here, at the Baratie, and he daren't dream because it's impossible to wrap his head around why zeff would do anything for a person like sanji, scratch that *just* sanji.

And then you gotta take into account that zeff is purposely squashing sanjis potential at the Baratie cause zeff wants sanji to realize that that's Not the path for sanji. If zeff gave sanji the responsibility he craves that would be like zeff putting the final blow on both their dreams. Zeff is begging sanji to want more but for sanji thats unfathomable; again, This is the Best Case Scenario and he can't bring himself to believe there's more.

So thinking forward or backward is just a moot point, which is why it's so jarring for Luffy to come in and say both that he doesn't do regrets or 'complicated' cause that's what sanji's dream is. When presented with the idea that it could be so simple, when Luffy says join us, there's a long pause. The idea has sprouted but the roots must be crushed. Like always.

I guess here would be a good time to compare the live action and the anime, like, zoro's dream having a big part in the anime/manga, ect. It's true that the only interaction opla zoro had with opla sanji before joining the crew officially was the dinner scene but I don't think the influence of zoros dream on sanji is as lost as some might say.

Opla sanji sees the aftermath of The Fight clearly, sees how many lengths Zoro would go to. He sees Luffy defend Zoro's dream vehemently, when Nami asks why Luffy didn't stop Zoro. In this moment it's reiterated that a person's dreams are Important and that Zoro was *right* to go after them, was *right* to be selfish and try to take something he wanted. Nami's was the dialogue sanji has been telling himself all his life, keep those you care for safe no matter what, no matter if it hurts to do it. Luffy's was a dialogue of I will not keep people from doing what they want, no matter what. No matter how much is "owed" to someone, a dream is Worthy, even if it makes those you're close to disappointed and sad. Which. Is one of many things sanji has been trying desperately to avoid. There's the tiniest crack of light trying to shine through, that maybe one can follow their dreams and have people care about you.

If this moment between the crew had not happened I'm not sure opla sanji would have joined the straw hats.

In this moment, sanji sees someone (zoro) who is willing to go forward, no matter what, and witnessing there are still people that care for that person even in that decision (Luffy, Nami, Ussop). The last time sanji Left there was a severance and no one to help him. He was on his own. Mustering up that courage Again would be... well, it'd be impossibly difficult. Seeing that there were people *for* the fool who followed their dreams was just as important as seeing someone follow their dreams, but Zoro needed to have a dream in the first place. Not one that could be squashed down, but one he was willing to and nearly died for. Someone could do anything for a dream and still be, well, worthy.

So he sees this crew, sees a chance, sees a worldview he's never dared hope for. And it's kind of the perfect opportunity but he darent hope quite yet. All he can do for now is feed and take care of these incredibly kind people and appreciate who they are while theyre here. So he does.

And then the Fishman show up. Sanji is Needed and he Can't abandon his home he needs to be there, end of story. Then Luffy offers to help and the world shifts. Again, sanji is facing a kindness he can't fathom deserving and the guy offers it enthusiastically, without hesitation. Sanji allows this kindness cause maybe its a way to be even, to allow someone to be kind is a kindness kinda thing. But either way he's gotta Go so let's not think on this too much and help zeff.

In the restaurant, sanji keeps his promise. He fights for zeff without hesitation. But then he gets thrown into a table (ouch) and can barely move. What now??? It's probably Panic City but then Luffy is there. Luffy is *defending zeff's dream*. Sanji takes a moment to recover and then we don't see him until he dives into the water after Luffy. But can you imagine????

This random boy is going head to head for zeff's dream. The thing Sanji *has* to protect. The other two fishmen are standing watch at the baratie entrance but as soon as they're gone sanjis out there, and what is out there? This random boy getting thrown to his death. And this random boy has a dream. And if he can save this random boy's dream, maybe sanji can have a dream too. But not now, later. Now we gotta help zeff rebuild.

And so sanji faces a final Forward. Zeff can see how much sanji cares and knows he has to break this boy's heart. There's no other way. We don't explicitly see zeff hearing that luffy offered sanji a place on his crew but a bit ago luffy got right in zeffs face and defended sanji, told him outright sanji is the type of person zeff hoped he would be. If this is gonna be the final push zeff can push him to somewhere he knows sanji will be valued. So he does, in the only way he knows sanji can accept.

This makes their final farewell even more heartbreaking. We can see there's a moment where both parties consider not saying anything. Theres Too Much but also Not Enough. And then they do, they say "take care", sanji says thank you, "thank you for putting up with my shit" and "I owe you my life". There's a thank you for the Past and a thank you for the Forward. Thank you for what is about to be.

"sometimes when I try to look ahead, all I see is back"

And now there's Both. A past to fondly remember and grow from and a future to look forward to.

back where sanji? What is back now?? Forward. Ahead. Back to a life of adventure on his terms.

#opla #opla sanji #opla meta #sanji #i have no doubt these thoughts have been voiced before #but i needed to get them out of my brain #more will come soon im quite sure #anyway #opla has me in a vice grip #one piece #one piece live action

[shararan]

I feel like people who complain about Scaramouche "being redeemed" in 3.3 as in "not held accountable" are really like... missing the point?

So you have this creation with one foot in humanity and another in divinity, whose entire existence has been defined from the very beginning by not being enough to truly be either human or god. Who was led to believe that the sheer intensity of his emotions where the cause for being abandoned by his creator and mother. Every single time he finds a semblance of peace and belonging, it's violently taken from him.

Humans can't be trusted. Human emotion is the greatest flaw. Everyone will abandon and betray you sooner or later.

Only for it to be revealed that the entirety of this situation had been carefully plotted in advance by (from what we currently know) Pierro and Dottore, all to specifically set the gears in motion for the naive puppet to spend centuries believing that the loved ones they took from him betrayed him. Completely unaware of the fact that they were eliminated specifically to trap him in the Fatui, so that they could get access to the secrets regarding the Electro Archon's creation methods.

He only became who he was within the Fatui due to being at Dottore's mercy, and for being able to "withstand abuse better than most humans". And now it's also confirmed that this is what made it possible for Dottore to create his many segments in the fist place.

But despite all that, this is a person who sees the divinity that which is the puppet's birthright. The sole purpose of his existence. And this same person promises to unlock that power, and help him scrub away the human emotion that ails him in order to elevate him to true divinity. Infiltrating and conspiring with the leading figures of Sumeru's Akademiya for it. Even when recognizing that this is all for Dottore's goals and nothing else, Scara still accepts it.

... only for everything to collapse and burn on itself, after having a taste of the power that he was taught to covet so. And now he's in the hands of the people who tried to get in the way multiple times before, who finally emerged victorious for it. And for what purpose could he yet be kept alive if not for the potential ways they could use him?

He complies to the tasks they ask him to fulfill, including searching the Irminsul. Only to then learn that everything he thought he knew about his life, his circumstances, his pain... all of it was planned by the Jester and the Doctor before he even knew them. And the people they claimed betrayed Scara had actually defended him and his heart to their literal dying breaths. Even as Dottore revealed his identity and the truth of what went down at Tatarasuna, Niwa's concern for Scara's safety even as he bled to death.

Scara asking the Traveler if there is any chance of changing the past, this wasn't him selfishly trying to erase the errors of his past. This was an attempt at self destruction in the hopes that there was even the smallest chance of changing the outcome of what happened back then. To try and change the timeline, so that Niwa, Katsuragi and everyone who died by assocation of knowing him wouldn't have died that day. Even at the cost of deleting his own existence.

This obviously didn't work out, for there is no way to change fate, and the only thing you change by altering Irminsul is the memory around how things came to pass, not if. And so Niwa, Katsuragi and the others all still died horrible deaths... there's just no puppet to be remembered now.

And then, without his memories, Scara becomes more mellow, and lost. And when faced with the information that he's committed atrocities in the past he accepts this as truth. And this is before the strangers (as the Traveler and Paimon are to him at the time) have any sort of proof to back this claim up with.

Despite that, he asks to bear witness to his past sins. Even when it's hard for him, he never looks away from it, and by the end of it he asks for his memories to be restored even though it will bring back the centuries of pain that lead him to that point. And he's willing to bear the burden, begs for it even.

He asks Kusanali what it means to be human, and if a puppet can truly be human. This is pivotal, as Scara's entire life has been dictated by the shackles of his past, by the things he lack. For the first time ever, he senses a potential way forward, towards a more hopeful future.

And the fact that he gains his vision the exact precise moment he reconciles with his past self, and lets it take a backseat as a part of what's shaped him rather than what forever defines him, is the freedom that which Anemo symbolizes.

I don't think it's talked about enough that his mindset is so reliant on the concept of "eternity", even when acknowledging that he's Ei's creation. She made him and the Shogun as a result of her pursuing unperturbed eternity after the Cataclysm, seeing that even her vessel was not ideal for it (erosion, etc). Scara was ultimately created for that purpose, but even still he is so similar to Ei herself... Both feel everything so intensely they scarcely know how to bear it.

And seeing her own artificial creation shed tears upon receiving the gnosis, I think the "weakness" Ei could be argued to have seen was much more towards herself, rather than Scara (and who knows if his initial softness also bore a potential resemblance to Makoto.)

And so she thought she was doing the only right thing, by giving him her blessing and a chance to shape his own fate free from her influence, rather than destroying him as a "failed prototype". But inevitably, he saw this as abandonment and helped fuel the idea that his sole worth lied in being able to carry the gnosis.

Going back to Scara's vision, the moment he received it also meant that he had finally found the freedom that Ei had wished for him. Something he had only briefly known once in Tatarasuna, as the now forgotten Kabukimono.

Even though he is forgotten in the words of history, and in the memory of the world, he still asks us to tell the descendants of the Raiden Gokaden who had really brought them ruin. Even welcoming the prospect of them wanting to kill him in retribution, seeing it as only fair.

He has no plans as of now, and isn't that the first time in far too long too?

He is finally free from the prison of the past, where he saw no other way than to harm people, and is now free to atone and find himself again. He may forever be shaped by his past, but that does not mean he is incapable of making a difference for the better. Because as he learned the hard way, there is no changing the past.

I'm not sure what other way this part of the story could have been concluded, and I wouldn't have had it any other way because it's all so goddamn poetic and heart wrenching in the best of ways. Even as fate saw for all this hurt and harm to happen, there was still a chance for him to atone and improve, for himself and others.

And the trials of realizing that, and work towards doing better without expecting forgiveness or sympathy from those you hurt, is much more productive when trying to make things better. Why does one feel the need for further punishment after everything the story has told us so far? To me that's missing the point entirely about what makes Scara and characters like him so impactful.

Because nothing about this story has been inherently "redeeming", but if you work under the idea that "punishment and atonement" needs to be carried out and that even then it will never be enough to cleanse you from your past sins, what point is there to try and ever do better? This is why "redemption arcs" is such a useless topic to me and dare I say closemindedly christian

#sharan has big and many emotions over ei and scara what else is new #i cant actually convey properly the way scara and also ei in particular has changed my brain chemistry #and dottore becoming more and more fucked up is making me vibrate from excitement of how his story will unfold #especially after the storybook interpretation of scaras preserved memories #like i didnt think i could feel MORE insane about all these characters (affectionate) than i already was YET HERE I AM #genshin impact 3.3 spoilers #just in case who knows #i only just noticed how out of control this rant went LMFAOOOO #and this is why scara is also trans-- * gets dragged off the stage * #i typed this after waking up from a bad nap probably got errors and weird phrasings

[annetictac]

Like I used to watch you sleep - Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 5

They closed the video call, smile dropping instantly. Anna massaged her cheeks profusely after spending twenty minutes forcedly smiling nonstop.  Lorena, one of her lawyers was tipping quickly on her phone barely glancing the screen, as she sighed. “I think it went well,” she adds when she notices Rachel and Anna are looking at her for a reaction. “We knew cancelling wasn’t on the table, so this is a good thing!” she finishes, glancing once quickly to the screen with a bright smile. “And after you finish signing the virtual contracts, it will be finally all wrapped up!”  

“I just thought it was going to be a bit longer, to be honest,” Anna mutters standing, brushing her skirt’s sides. It had been twenty minutes of reading he new contract and the clauses they had already negotiated. Both parts had played the role of being complacent with everything, bright smiles not wavering as they both took a clause or two at first they hadn’t fully agreed. Like her participation in some of the media the drivers had to shoot before season started. Or the bonus payment her crew would be getting directly from them. Neither part had wanted for any problem to stop them from finally signing after finally getting something that made them both happy.

Lorena tsks before shrugging, closing her phone with a louder click.  “Big bargaining had already been made, that’s why you pay us, this was just a formality”. She quickly ordered her things inside her designer bag, her heels clicking to the door getting ready to leave.  “Only something really bad could have stopped it”.

The last few weeks had been filled with last minute recording sessions, last minute meetings about the old F1 contract, last minute Christmas shopping, last minute practices. Everything has been last minute, but every minute had been accounted for. And even when Anna’s very organized persona loved her millimetric schedule, it had been comforting to see how the whole team had been able to wing it without letting anything falling behind. She was in good hands. Rachel by her side was distracted by her own phone, probably finishing the schedule for next week.  

The F1 contract had been once again signed to complete the alterations. The biggest conflict that had been holding up their end to fulfil it had been the very open ends of the contract. Once she understood what her first firm had made her sign, she had cursed them for days. Now with Lorena’s firm, one who’s sole purpose was profiles like Anna’s everything had been tied down nicely. The vague description of the performance she owed the organization from the fatidic first contract had been reassessed. They had been trying for the last couple of years to force her hand down with paying the same amount they had paid for the first run she had done four years ago. Now she would be performing once again, to which she had no problem to do so but she would be paid accordingly to her current status, not the former which had been the problem from the beginning. She was sick and tired of feeling exploited first for her age when she was younger and for her being female. She didn’t need the money, but she hated how they had tried to slip it past her as if her team would be stupid enough to accept it. To make her point, she had made the effort of automatically giving over a considerable part of her payment for a foundation, helping female talent for entering to F1, as drivers engineers and more meaningful positions. It was long due and much needed.

The F1 on their side had agreed in an effort to keep trying to increase the followers of the sport, trying to Super-Ball it. A performance from a rising star looked promising when they hired her first. Two performances had been considered a great success from them then. Now a full home run with the plus side of also having her participate as sponsor – even if it was more female orientated -.

Lorena left quickly, speaking with Rachel to arrange any other signature that was needed within the week. Once out, Rachel gave her a look. Her petite assistant was her right hand and partner in almost everything from her work persona to her more private matters.

Deal signed and done for, there were a couple of things in her mind she had been fighting to keep out of her head. She gave a short glance to some of the pamphlets laying over the table. They were examples of the 2022 season, mostly propaganda of the drivers. The protagonist being the reigning world champion, who she had to admit had only grown finer in the last few years.

“Now what do we do with that ex-boyfriend of yours?”  Rachel interrupted her assessment of Max’s smirk, making her flinch away from the poster she had taken absently.

“Max?” Anna asked confused, guiltily pushing the photo of her former boyfriend with the other drivers. Rachel and her hadn’t talked at all about Max. Rachel had arrived to her team a year after they had dated and Anna had avoided the subject of speaking about him except a drunken night, she had spilled the beans about him. It was true that the firsts few years after the break up, avoiding F1 had been the healthiest way Anna found to stop thinking about him. She had been more open to negotiations last year because she thought she was over it. She had been apparently in love with her newest ex, she had even seen his first championship win without feeling the familiar clench in the stomach she would get before.   

Rachel laughed loudly, interrupting Anna from her musings about the current world champion. “As much as I wish to know what’s in your head about him… I meant Robert,” Anna huffed annoyed, that was a sourer subject. And that was a more logical subject of discussion for their current media problem.

“I’ve blocked him already,” Anna said walking into her room with Rachel close behind. “It’s been six months since we –“

“You” Rachel corrected, shacking her head.

“- broke up,” Anna finished lamely. “I just, I’m tired of how this whole thing is being dragged around…” Robert had decided to make the first and only statement of their year long relationship on his own, claiming to do it with her. She felt used, which she hated. Now that the media was all over the gossip, the paparazzi had been increasing by the days, taking away any privacy she had left. They had argued more in the last 6 months than during their whole relationship, as he claimed he had done it to help them both, subtly threatening to accept the many invitations he had for talk shows and well-known magazines. Lorena had tried to suggest putting a restraining order on him but Anna had forbidden it, knowing the press would throw a field day with it. There was also the NDA he had sign when he began his pursuit of her that should keep him from any smearing he had planned.

It was Rachel who had suggested leaving for Europe, making the paparazzi chase a bit harder. Anna had agreed quickly. She would miss the holidays at home but she didn’t mind, after her Nana’s death she usually would stay with friends or stay home alone. Her house at the outskirts of London could probably serve well as planning centre for the big events they had coming up and recording studio for the last tweaks they had to deliver after new year’s. She would get the isolation she craved from the gossip circus until the next scandal distracted them away from her.

Once they arrived to London, routine was easy to follow. She woke up, trained and meditated in the morning, leaving the afternoons for voice training, writing and recording. She mainly stayed home, which she appreciated. The little free time she had, she would spend it enjoying the big state she had bough some years back.

The plan had been for her to be mostly alone, perhaps Mikah who was in London would come by to try new sounds or practice old ones. Rachel was supposed to stay with Anna only for a week but at the end she had been forced to stay the whole holidays away from her childhood town due to weather conditions. It had been the only reason Anna had agreed to going out for New Year’s. She had no problem of welcoming the New Years at her sofa drinking champagne on her own, but Rachel had been blue about not being back home, trying her best not to show it. For Anna the sofa was enough but she didn’t want moppy Rachel looking at her Instagram all night wondering what her family and friends back home were up to.

“Mikah says it’s the party of the century!” Anna exaggerated as she tried to pull Rachel out of the sofa. “We’ll dress pretty, do our hairs, drink the good stuff…” Anna pulled again as Rachel giggled and leaned back to stop her from her work. “Maybe there will be a cute guy…” she continues grinning, wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive matter. “And who knows where we might end up waking up!” She wiggles her eyebrows again, Rachel still sniggering away.

“But you were looking forward to staying home!” Rachel countered as she calmed her giggles pulling back with her whole weight, making Anna stumble.

“I want to go out now! I’m fleeting like that!” Anna continued batting her lashes. Rachel rolled her eyes, knowing Anna would say anything for her to agree, and let her self be pulled out of the couch.  Two hours later they were in the foyer waiting for Mikah to pick them up. Rachel had taken one of her short black dresses, silver details accentuating her waist, one of her own long coats stylishly covering her. Her blonde locks had been curled and ironed to a half do. “I heard there will be some ballet dancers,” eyebrow wiggling.

“Stop it!” Rachel scolded without any force. Anna had been chattering away while they were dressing, trying to hype the soiree. Maybe she had been honest with some, and there had been some little white lies along the way.  There would be a Cirque du Soleil performance. Truth.  There would be a presentation by the Rolling stones. False. Fireworks. True. Parachute arrivals. False.

Anna hadn’t really put much effort into choosing her own look, having more fun playing dress up with Rachel and selling her the night. An old dark blue dress, backless but with long tight sleeves, make up simple but always with red lips. She had left her hair down without bothering to style it much, golden earrings brightly shimmering through her dark locks. Rachel had been more worried, like always into Anna’s look than her own adding and taking off necklaces, bracelets, rings, blush, etc.

Mikah came to pick them up on time. Exiting with drama the car he had hired, whistling and cat calling loudly at them – luckily she had no neighbours within hearing range -, given them long kisses on the cheeks before helping them on the car. A fifteen-minute drive had them at the reception.    

Anna had been surprised for the chic décor and the way they had distributed the different areas. There had been clearly a separation between inside – the music much more animated and party like- and the gardens – instrumental music with people promenading in style- . With champagne glasses they had walked to the gardens, coats forgotten thanks to the warming devices smartly spread. There was a no phone nor camara policy, and even Mikah whispered he had seen distributed the cancelling machines that avoided unwanted photos or recordings.

She had seen familiar faces, even greeted a few – a couple of actors, a former dancer she had on tour, a duchess -. She noticed excited glances going her way as she was recognized by most, she tried brushing them away looking down. She knew it came with the job but sometimes she missed being able to lose herself in the crowd.

Music she liked had begun playing inside, the first rush of excitement finally reaching her. It could be a great night if she let herself enjoy the moment. She had been about to suggest going to the livelier zone of the party when Mikah interrupted her train of thought.    

“Martin!” Mikah cried, taking her attention from the dance floor as he pulled her in a different direction. She drank the last sip of her champagne glass when she saw the waiter nearby, dropping it over the tray. She was lucky she had swallowed the remains before she saw Martin and his crew. Rachel gave her a hurried pat on her bare back but before she could turn to her friend to see what it was about, it had been too late.   

She hadn’t expected him at all, Max Verstappen. He most certainly hadn’t expected her either, if his widened blue eyes were anything to go by. Both standing in front for the first time in so much time. She felt time stopped and suddenly came back with force as Mikah pushed her to Martin breaking her frozen state.

Mikah had hugged and back clapped at Martin enthusiastically, saying something that didn’t reach her gaining a loud laugh from the dutch DJ. Once his eyes settled on her she smiled, having met him before many times. She had met Max at one of his soirees, hadn’t she?  

“You remember Anna, oi?” Mikah asked Martin who nodded as excited as Mikah.

“Of course mate! It’s been some time though!” She pulled her extended hand into a quick hug. “VMAs last year right?” he asked with a hand casually on her bare back. She nodded, still short for words and it was now Martin’s time to introduce her to his companions.  “This is Lando Norris, F1’s king of terror,” Martin said dramatically.  

The boy – man between Max’s and Martin had taken her hand within both of his to shake it eagerly. “I’m Lando!” he had hushed beaming widely, impossible not to return with out of her own. “I’m a fan!” She felt strangely shy at the attention, her eyes like magnets finding Max’s staring at her with the same determination she remembered.  

“Thank you!” she had said fondly to Lando, who she thought had a personality easy to love, reminding her a bit of Daniel Ricciardo whom she hadn’t seen in some time. “That’s very sweet of you!”

“Stop hovering!” Martin scolded Lando who was very fixated into staring at her with awestruck eyes. “I think you’ve met before?” Martin dropped subtly as he pushed her softly in the dutch driver’s direction. There was no need to confirm what Martin already knew well.

 “Hi,” she had muttered in Max’s direction, a small tentative smile playing in her lips, eyes meeting. He had smiled, which had also been unexpected. Anna had entertained the idea that this time it would go as the last when he had avoided her at all costs at some award show he had gone with his new girlfriend. Max seemed to sense her hesitance.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he dropped also hesitating with half a smirk while taking the hand that had stayed mid drop from Lando’s. They were still as warm as she remembered, a bit more callused. The smile didn’t leave his lips and hers widened in result. A bit of miscommunication had her pulling him for a hug like Martin had done to her, while he shook his hand and hers, ending in yet another awkward hug that ended soon. It still left his cologne all over her and the feel of his warm hand on her bare back. Anna felt her cheeks warming up, his eyes not leaving her.

Chapter 6

#f1 2023 #max verstappen #max verstappen fic #max verstappen x oc #daniel ricciardo #break ups #exlovers #taylorswift #taylor swift songs #lando norris #lando the wingman #original character #there will be music

[cricketnationrise]

Week 25: Anonymous (3-9)

so a camboy au started to happen. as one does. so i'm putting it all here, under a cut bc smut. also because there are SIX drabbles jfc thanks as always to @thebrownstone for the lovely prompt

Alex feels the sweat beading down his neck as he strains against the cock ring. He’s been teasing himself for two hours; stroking himself, slipping one, two, then three fingers inside, before carefully easing down onto the dildo attached to the chair. 

He’d started off just jerking off on camera, letting the anonymous praise and cheering in the chat boost his ego. As time went by his streams got more involved, even fulfilling requests for a higher fee.

And then H, Alex’s favorite commenter, had paid for a private stream.

That H would design.

Alex couldn’t say yes fast enough. ----

Henry had found AustinBoy’s channel by accident. A spectacularly shit day had him scrolling furiously through his favorite site for an active stream, and the icon photo of a hand running through wild curls grabbed Henry’s attention. Most channels’ icons were asses or abs. AustinBoy’s stood out. 

He was clearly new to the camboy game, camera off-center, not a lot of thought put into the backdrop, but Christ it didn’t even matter, he was so hot. AustinBoy jerked himself off slowly, not even needing lube he was leaking so much. Henry, captivated, reached into his own pants with a whimper.

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“H, everyone here is anonymous on purpose, but if I knew you in real life – holy shit,” Alex says reading H’s latest request in the chat.

“I actually have the equipment for this,” Alex winks, “so it’s y’alls lucky day.” Alex gets himself set up, double checking his face will still be out of frame, grabs the stuff. Then he locks his ankles into the spreader bar, the bar to the bedposts, and slicks up the vibrator. It slides in easily after a thorough fingering, and Alex’s body jerks in pleasure when he turns it on. 

H was a genius.

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He told himself he wasn’t going to comment in the chat – that he would remain silent and anonymous, have the most spectacular orgasms of his life, and yearn for AustinBoy to slip up and show his face, no matter how unrealistic that dream is. But he has a way of getting under Henry’s skin, and he gives in within three weeks.

H: Your arse is the finest I’ve ever seen.

“Momentous occasion,” AustinBoy pants. He’s in the middle of working a finger into himself – Henry is going to expire. “H, Lurker Extraordinaire, has finally commented!”

A: Any special requests sweetheart?

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Alex’s heart races, watching the bouncing dots next to H’s name in the chat, eager to see what they’re going to come up with this time. 

Ever since the first time they commented, they’d had Alex’s complete attention; H’s suggestions have been unfailingly hot. 

H: You’d look hot with nipple clamps.

H: Can you spread your cheeks for me?

H: Can you edge yourself?

It’s like H is wired directly into what makes Alex tick.

If it’s weird that Alex discovers kinks he didn’t know about from some anonymous commenter on his cam shows – he doesn’t want to be right.

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[eunkitarot]

Hello girl <3 I hope you have a great day . I would like to request a love reading for Lesserafim Yunjin since i'm such a fan of her TT.

I did a yunjin reading the other day, here u go:

Le sserafim Yunjin's career reading

The fool: the first card i pulled and i get a feeling of a fresh start. The fool is about taking a new beginning so i am seeing alot of new opportunities coming up for her right now and possibly more to come.Even if no new drastic changes are coming her way or planned, this card can feel like a fresh breath of air into old projects.

3 of cups: yunjin's success will tie with her ability to forge connections in the industry. It suggests that her success and joy in her career will depend on her ability to build meaningful relationships with others in her field.She will find that building connections with coworkers who share your passions and values will not only improve your job satisfaction but also lead to new opportunities for advancements.So her relationship especially with the members is very important. They affect her career moving forward.

High Preistess:with this card, yunjin must listen to her intuition.she have to trust herself more. Make decisions that what she thinks is best for her.

The world: she is about to achieve great things. This card implies that achievement, fulfillment, and harmony are going to be major factors in your career. This is an amazing card to receive if you’re someone who’s been looking forward to advancing your career.

Queen of swords: this card took be aback bcs so far this seems to be out of place. When drawing the Queen of Swords reversed, it suggests that Yunjin may bestruggling with feeling annoyed when things don't go her way. especially in times of stressful situations.This can cause her to lash at the people around her. Something that is not on purpose, more like in the moment when she is annoyed. To me this is normal, humans do this but she have to learn to channel better when she feels this way.

The empress: Symbolizing creativity, abundance, and personal development. the Empress encourages her to tap into her unique skills and talents to propel her success. She has to cultivate self-assurance, ( so that she can channel her Queen Of Swords and be able to control) nurture her creative spirit, and transforming her aspirations into tangible achievements, she will then thrive in her chosen field.

9 of pentacles: again we are getting success. She will be very successful.Everything she has been working so hard for is about to be rewarded. This card implies that her achievements are about to take center stage — the moment she have been waiting for is finally here. This is a great sign for anyone hoping for their big break.

The emperor upright: she will establish clear objectives, demonstrate discipline, and assume accountability for her choices. This mindset will not only earn her the admiration of her peers and supervisors but also pave the way for progression in her career path.

Back of deck : seven of penticles overall energy.

The Seven of Pentacles is the card of growth, progress, patience, perseverance, and results. This card shows a man watching over his garden. It looks like he has spent a lot of time tending to the vegetables in his garden, and he is now patiently watching them grow. Over time, the garden has flourished, and soon, the harvest will be ready. 

So right now yunjin is at the stage of sowing and she is planting seeds to flourish. Which is shown by this reading that she will reap what she sows.

[firstsprinces]

Thank you @anincompletelist for not only tagging me but for also creating this tag game! It's a brilliant and fun way to share an introduction to ourselves and our works that mean so much to us. I can't wait to fully dive and immerse myself into the worlds you've created and shared, and what others will be sharing because of this as well!

I also can’t wait to do this properly in 2024 when I’ll finally have some of these fics published!

I’ve chosen to share three of my WIPs that I’ve briefly shared since creating this account at the end of September this year. All three snippets of these haven’t been shared in either a WIP Wednesday or a Six/Seven Sentence Sunday yet, so they’re all a little treat for you all as you have very, very, very, patiently been waiting for me to light a fire under myself to get these published!

Unfortunately, this means I don't have links to these to share yet, but once I do this post will be updated!

At Another Place in Time (You Were Infinitely Mine) [WIP]

His eyes glance up to the ceiling above the bed first, and a sharp pang begins to flicker in his chest at the sight as the memories of staring upwards for hours rush back to him. He can see himself as a child pointing and drawing invisible lines to make connections between a galaxy he had created himself. This had been the one part of the cabin that Alex had thought had been his safe space. He can see the younger version of himself gradually becoming a teenager who still believed there had been magic just above his head. Now, if the sun creeps through the window at just the right angle, all Alex can see are the remnants of those damn glow-in-the-dark stars that had betrayed him all those years ago. This had been the one part of the cabin that Alex had thought had been his safe space, but then the two most important wishes he’s ever made in his life hadn’t been fulfilled and had seemingly been thrown back in his face in the ugliest ways. The stars may have fallen or had been torn off the ceiling in an angered teen-aged rage because of their deceit, but the glue remains and gives those once plastic shapes of promise a permanent haunting of everything Alex has ever yearned for. As the piercing pain continues to take over the rhythmic beats of his heart, Alex’s jaw clenches because even after all the time and devastation these stars have caused for him, he can’t help but want to stand underneath all of those and trace his fingers over the sticky smudge from the star he had claimed to be his favorite. That star had also been the one he lost first and the moment he had realized it had been missing from his self-made constellation, he had placed all the blame of the pieces of his life that have fallen apart onto it. Its neon glow had been a disguise in the form of an entrancing invitation to the blackhole of despair it truly is.

The WIP I'm Promising to Start Posting in January (It has a title, but I'm keeping it a secret)

Months after his father’s funeral, his mother had told him the opposite. It had actually been Henry who’d given his father the enlightenment to embrace all new discoveries and to always keep chasing them because they’re remarkably never-ending. Always live as though the world keeps creating things to stumble upon on purpose. Accidents may happen along the way, but those are also little surprises that will lead to something far grander. As a child Henry had been more animated and curious than his two siblings, but he’d also been overly cautious and kept to himself when necessary. It had been his father who would tell Henry that he shouldn’t be afraid of unknown things, so why would his mother tell him otherwise? What would Henry have given someone with more life experiences than he had? Their relationship had always been different than his ones with Phillip and Beatrice. Though Arthur always made sure to give each of his children their own moments just between the two of them, Catherine had let the secret out to Henry that his favorite discovery had been witnessing Henry experience the world around him. After the confession, Henry made the promise to his father after his passing that he’d take his father on every new adventure with him to make sure he’d never miss out, and in those adventures, he’d find out who he truly is and embrace himself as the wonderment his father believes he is. He places the last and only photograph he has of him and his father back down on his desk, his pointer finger skimming his greyed blurry face that doesn’t resemble the fact his father’s memory will never become dull or unclear.

Start Again with Steady Hands [the Stable Boy! Alex AU WIP]

This time Alex doesn’t turn on the lamp in front of the window because he’s sure Henry won’t be sneaking out from the palace tonight to come and see him. He won’t be opening the cottage door and see either bravery or vulnerability in his eyes. Neither of them will be reaching with hands that don’t have to recoil and reject the one thing that’s the most certain to them. A touch from Henry may burn him, but the invisible branding on his skin from his fingertips is electric – an igniter that reminds Alex that he’s alive. It’s the first night alone where Alex notices how cold the bedroom is and knows for certain that being surrounded by warmth is just an extension of being in Henry’s presence. The light may not be calling out to Henry tonight, but Alex is still looking out the window into the dark and wondering if Henry’s staring out one of the palace’s windows back at him. He wants to know if the tension he’s feeling is because Henry’s back to forcing himself to push away the pull Alex has on him. He’s calling with his heart in hopes Henry’s can hear it and that there will be a response that’s not going to say that this is the end.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little insight into the works that I'm in the process of that I'm also really proud of!

I can't wait to go through this tag and read everyone else's!

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