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hotmencore · 24 hours

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“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭” 𝐋𝐍𝟒

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader (she/her)

Summary: After being coldly dumped by your long term boyfriend days before valentines, your bestfriend Lando takes it upon himself to show you how much you truly matter.

Warnings: Heartbreak? Pure fluff

A/N: This is so rushed because i started it like eight months ago and don’t know how to finish it. but I’m backkk, so let me know what you think!

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Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

5 days.

You hadn't left your apartment in 5 days.

Part of you felt ashamed of it. Of the way you have been treating yourself.

But the other, bigger part of you, just didn't care.

You had a right to feel torn. Desolate.

Broken.

The man you thought was the one had walked out on you. No explanation, no sign of remorse. Nothing.

I just don't love you anymore.

The words kept replaying over and over in your head. They made you feel defeated. Weak at the knees.

Sick.

And what made it even worse, was that it was right before valentines.

What a dick move.

You hadn't picked up your phone in days. You cut yourself off from the outside world, not feeling like you deserved to be a part of it anymore.

Messages left unopened.

Letting the phone ring until it would eventually stop.

You appreciated the concern, but you really just wanted to be alone. To drown in your sorrows until you plucked up the courage to actually go out again.

It was as if those 6 words had just sucked all life out of you.

And you hated yourself for it. You felt weak. Stupid.

Worthless.

But you were suddenly brought out of your thoughts, by a knock at the door.

You stayed where you were sprawled out on the sofa, though you reached for the remote to mute the tv, just to check that you weren't dreaming. It was as though the isolation you had kept yourself in had made you unfamiliar of any other presence beside your own.

You began to doubt actually hearing the knock. That was, until you heard it again. And, a voice.

"Y/N?"

Lando.

"Y/N open up, it's me" he called through the door.

Shit.

You knew he wasn't gonna leave. You let out a deep sigh, bringing your hands up to drag them down your face in misery, before pulling yourself off of the sofa, and trudging across your apartment to the door.

You open it, seeing Lando stood in front of you. His face was the first you had seen for the last several days…and it brought a small sense of comfort to you. But it also brought back the memories explaining why you had trapped yourself away…and you felt tears welling in your eyes.

"Hey" he breathes out, relieved to see you were somewhat okay.

"Hi" you reply with a half smile, your voice slightly cracking.

Lando could see the pain in your expression. He wasn’t stupid. He knew you like the back of his own hand.

He stepped into your apartment, his hand gently reaching out to pull you into him. His arms tugged you in, embracing you with a soft hold round your waist. Your head fell perfectly into the crook of his neck, as you let out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry” Lando mutters into your hair, as he feels you begin to tremble.

He lets you cry as your arms wrap round his neck, holding him tightly. He leans back for a moment, holding your head in his hands. His thumb gently pushes a stray hair from your face, as he looks at you with a delicate gaze.

“You’re okay” he says quietly.

The both of you soon end up on your sofa together, sat beside one another. You sit slightly slouched, your head resting back on the sofa. Lando sits beside you, his arm stretched out behind your head as you look at each other. He let you ramble on about your feelings, how you pretty much gave up on yourself, and how your now ex had completely crushed any ounce of confidence that you had…leaving you empty.

And Lando simply listened.

And he understood.

“I thought he was the one Lan” you say quietly, your voice fragile as you look down at your fingers, messing with them.

“The one wouldn’t do that to you. The one would stay with you. Love you forever. Help you through things. And that isn’t what he did, Y/N. You deserve so much more than that” he softly mutters to you, your eye contact unfaltering.

Hearing those words come from Lando’s mouth made you feel something. Something more than the pain of the last few days. Something that you feel you haven’t noticed before…like a missing piece. His eyes almost shone at you, the understanding look in them reaching depths of you that had been isolated from even yourself. It was almost the the flip of a switch, a lightbulb going off in your head. Because in that moment, you realised that all this time, you have had the one in your life…but you had been looking right past him.

And now you see him.

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mcuamerica · 1 day

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The Shadowsinger: Sixteen

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. SMUT (oral m! and f! rec, size kink it's the wingspan, slight praise kink), ACOTAR series spoilers. If I forgot anything, please let me know!

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel visits you in Windhaven.

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters or plot lines, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

My graphics are my own. If you wish to use them, please give credit!

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Turns out using a Siphon was harder than it looked. But it was too dangerous to use your power without one. So, you stood in a training ring for the next week with Cassian or one of the Illyrian commanders, trying to conjure a sword. The closest you got was a wooden staff. Most of the time you just got small sticks in your hand that somewhat resembled stakes.

You could put up a shield if you focused enough. But that was the best you were doing. It drained most of your power. Once the week was up, you were almost willing to quit when you finally made a dagger appear in your hand. And then a shield. And then a sword.

You hadn’t seen much of Azriel. But he was there when you came back to Windhaven and watched you train for the rest of the day before he left. Rhys needed him out to question the Attor, after he tried to take Feyre in the mortal lands. You gave Rhys a long lecture about putting his mate in danger like that. But from what he told you, she also was pissed at him for it.

Feyre was starting to do good in Velaris, you learned. She asked Cassian if he could train her. You were tempted to abandon your post at Windhaven and go train with her. You wanted to be around her. Needed to know that she was okay, she was doing well. And maybe you could even push her in the right direction for Rhys. But you couldn’t leave Windhaven. Not when you were just a couple more levels away from being able to try the Blood Rite qualifying course.

Az told you he hated the idea of you going to the Blood Rite. He said that he knew you could do it, especially with how much you were excelling. But he also said that it was brutal. And you could very well die.

But you had to prove to the Illyrians that you could do it. A female of this day and age could complete the Blood Rite. Maybe even as a Carynthian. But you know that the males who have that title have it because they were together, they were allies. Even if you qualified for the Rite, you didn’t have any friends that would be with you. It would be only you. And maybe a few males would pity you and not kill you, but you knew that’s the closest to allyship you were going to get. So you promised Az that if you did make it to the Blood Rite, your first priority was to stay alive. To survive. And then maybe if you could get to the mountain, you could be classed as Oristian. And from there, well it would only be your will that would make you climb the mountain. But maybe you would try. If you even qualified.

Another week passed and you were getting used to using your Siphon. Since the training Siphon didn’t break, you learned Rhys was having an official one fashioned for you. Your power wasn’t as strong as you would have hoped, but you still felt an accomplishment knowing that you got a Siphon. No female you knew ever received one. This only proved that females were capable of killing power, and somehow it was suppressed enough to not manifest.

It was the last night of the week, and you decided to spend it curled up near the fire, reading all night until you fell asleep. That was until you saw Azriel standing in the kitchen, chopping some sort of vegetables. “Az!” You said happily, dropping your jacket to the side.

He turned around slowly, a smile on his face. “Hello, sweetheart.” He said. You bounded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You and Cass have been ignoring me.” You whispered, sinking into him as his arms wrapped around your lower back, careful to avoid your wings. It felt so right to be with him. In his arms. And his scent was intoxicating. This was how it was supposed to be.

“Not ignoring, sweetheart, we’ve just been busy. And Cassian needs to train Feyre.” He said, pulling back slowly.

Azriel raised his hand to push back a strand of hair that fell from your braid, smiling as he looked at you. “You are beautiful.” He whispered.

Your core heated as you stared into his eyes. The flecks of green standing out against the fire. “I’ve missed you.” You whispered, your hands trailing up to tangle in his hair. “I think I still owe you from the other night.” You murmured as you leaned up, kissing him deeply. You tugged on his hair, slowly backing him up against the kitchen counter.

He melted into the kiss, opening his mouth as you trailed your tongue on his bottom lip. You couldn’t get enough of him. What you would give to taste him right now! You groaned and removed your hands from his hair, moving them to his pants as you unbuckled the belt he had on. You silently asked your shadows to keep his hands from stopping you.

You kissed him once more before pulling away, looking into his eyes. “Is this okay?” You asked.

He smirked, gripping your waist and squeezing. “It’s more than okay.” He whispered. You groaned and leaned up, kissing him again as you shoved his pants off. You pulled away, slowly kneeling before him. You palmed him through his underwear, your mouth watering at how hard he grew. The length and girth you could feel beneath you had you pulling down the fabric.

You didn’t hide your surprise as his length sprung free. Gods… could you ever take all of him in your mouth? Certainly not. But you would do your best to please him. Another challenge you were willing to take on. Literally.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He asked, his hands tangling in your hair, causing more strands to fall free from your braids.

“You’re huge, Az.” You whispered, slowly lifting your hand to squeeze his shaft. Your fingers weren’t even touching. You felt your core heat at the thought of him inside of you, clenching around nothing.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he growled, tugging at your hair when you slowly wrapped your mouth around his tip, easing your way down. You kept your hand on his base, squeezing and twisting slightly to compensate for what you couldn’t fit in his mouth. Your other hand reached and rubbed on his balls, slightly gagging when he bucked his hips. “That’s it, sweetheart. Gods you look so good right now.” He said, gently guiding your head further into his cock.

You whimpered at the praise, the vibration sending his cock further down your throat as he bucked again. You hummed again, slightly grazing your teeth against him as you squeezed harder. You could tell that he liked it by the way he twitched in your mouth, his hands gripping your hair.

Just a few more pumps and he was spilling into your mouth. You slowly pulled away, swallowing everything he gave you. You stood up, your legs a little weak from the thought of him. You watched as he caught his breath, and then pulled you close to him before his mouth was on yours.

It didn’t take long for him to turn you around, hoisting you up on the counter. He returned the favor, bringing you to your climax twice with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

If this was to be your life, you would gladly live it out with him. Here, in Windhaven. Or in the House. Or in the middle of the Illyrian mountains if that’s what he wanted.

You had a long way to go on your own healing, but being with him… this is how you wanted to spend your life. It still just felt so right. Like the Mother wanted it to be this way.

Azriel cleaned both of you up, steadying you as he set you down on the floor. You leaned up, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Will you stay tonight?” You asked, suddenly worried that he only came for some sort of release. While it was flattering, you didn’t want him to just leave. You wanted to spend the whole night talking with him, in his arms by the fire. You felt so safe and protected with him, even if you knew you were capable of protecting yourself. There was something about him that made you okay with him defending you if he had to. And you knew, deep down, if you needed to protect him, you would stop at nothing for it.

“Before you came in, I was cooking dinner.” He said and kissed your temple before turning around. “If you want to wash up, you can. I started a bath. Hopefully it’s still warm.” He said, a side smile coming to his lips as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll be down soon.” You said, taking a sip from your water canteen before you bounded up the stairs. You didn’t particularly want to wash his scent from you, but you had been sweating all day. And even more from your escapade a few minutes ago. So, you dipped in the bath, washing yourself with the lilac scented bar on the shelf.

When you finished, you slipped on a pair of loose fitting pants and a large sweater from one of the drawers. From the faint scent of it, you figured it was one of the boys. Maybe Cassian, if you detected it correctly.

You made your way down the stairs, smiling as the dining table was set and the meal finished. “Did you learn to cook from Nuala and Cerridwen?” You asked, sitting down across from him. As much as you wanted to sit on his lap, you had to have some semblance of control.

“Hmm.. I did used to live on my own, you know. One learns how to make food to survive.” He joked.

You laughed quietly, grabbing a fork to dig into the food. It smelled delicious and you were starving. Not to mention the food at the Windhaven mess hall never really satiated any need other than basic hunger. Lots of protein and carbs before and after a long day of training. Maybe you’d have to join the Inner Circle’s family dinner at the end of the week next week just to get tasteful food again.

“Don’t you normally have dinner with Rhys and them tonight?” You asked.

“Yes, but I figured you could use some company. Especially since Cassian hasn’t been here to train you.” He said, resisting the urge to reach across the table and take your hand in his. While you both clearly liked each other, he didn’t want to overstep a boundary. He wasn’t sure what you two would be classified as right now. But he knew that if he saw you with another male… you were wearing Cassian’s sweater. His hand clenched to a fist.

“Az?” You asked after swallowing another bite of the roast. You noticed his change in demeanor. He went from light and happy to almost angry. “Is everything okay?” You asked, tilting your head as your shadows whispered in your ear, “He’s upset.” You almost rolled your eyes. You could see that. You waved them away, looking at his fist clenched on the table. You reached over, setting your hand on top of his. “Azriel…”

He looked down to your hands, slowly relaxing. His fist unclenched, and interlocked his fingers with yours. This is how it should be. You with him… and him with you. It felt so right.

A/N: Her and Az are getting closer!

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thelunarsystemwrites · 2 days

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Hey, wanna talk about something real quick. (/Srs post)

Do you love fanart? Honestly, I'm sure you do! Just about everyone loves seeing fanart of their favourite characters! Honestly, I'm willing to bet you probably have some saved on your camara roll, huh? Hey, there's nothing wrong with that! But seriously.

Don't. Repost. Others. Art.

I'm bringing this up, because of tag games—Like, for example, "Reblog with the last fictional character in your Camara roll!"

Don't reblog with others art, unless you have permission! Or if the creator has directly said it's okay!

If you do this, and don't credit the original creator? That's reposting. Hell, if you do this without permission then that's reposting!

REPOSTS ARE BAD LIKE 90% OF THE TIME! The other 10% is reposting with PERMISSION.

I've had my art reposted once, and it sucks because while they have me credit—They never asked for permission. And when you repost another artists work, they don't get the attention on THEM, people focus on you, even if you claim you didn't make it! EVEN if you credit them, a lot of people won't check them out, you cant take that risk. (And saying 'Credit to OG artist!' Is NOT enough!)

So please, if you do any tag games/challages like this, and the last picture is fanart? USE A CANON PICTURE OF THE CHARACTER INSTEAD! If your last picture was fanart of Sans—Just use his sprite instead, please. Same for show/movie/other games, just use a screenshot of the ACTUAL character!

But what if it's my OC? If you made the art, it's okay to post, if YOU made the fanart of a character, it's okay to post. If it's an OC that ISN'T yours, then ask.

In short:

Don't repost art you didn't make without permission.

Don't repost OCs you didn't make without permission.

Using your own art is fine.

Always check to see if someone is okay having their art reposted w/o permission, and the RULES of it.

If it's an AU (like undertale) and the only official art is from the artist, don't repost if they don't allow it. Or find art that someone who made fanart thar IS okay being reposted/you have permission.

You don't owe anyone permission to use your art.

You're allowed to be upset if someone reposted your art.

But Lunar! It's just a silly game, I'm not going through all that effort to cred-

Then leave. I don't tolerate reposting, it isn't fun. It's real easy to just wait a bit, or use a different character that you have Canon art from. (Example, instead of using fanart of TMNT, use a screenshot from the show!)

Please—When playing games, they're supposed to be fun. And getting your art reposted isn't fun.

Sorry, this is like—My first actual rant on Tumblr that's not about my personal life.

#Repost rant #Rant #seriously #serious post #serious talk

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gemkun · 2 months

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one thing that has pestered me for a while is the subject of ratio's age and his birthday. the latter isn't as important so i will focus on the former.

i think most people agree he's somewhere in his 30s or later but after reading these it got me thinking what if he is in fact younger. he proved professor rond's conjecture in middle school which as the mathematician's letter also states is the time veritas was recommended to the university of veritas prime. he also explicitly mentions that ratio learns at a staggering speed which could hint at the equation being solved roughly around his earlier years of high school which puts him around 14 — 15 if we use china's middle school education system. so , let's say he was enrolled at 15.

from here , i believe he went beyond and partook in several doctorates at once which is actually possible it is just unthinkable and highly inadvisable. but veritas ratio took on the challenge and earned a title that had been unclaimed for two amber eras. if this is the case , then the second message and looking at the user id must indicate that veritas had been present for 10 years at the university — as a student and as a teacher. he would have achieved his doctorates 6 — 8 years after his admission into university and since he was directly eligible to teach , we can say he has been teaching for 2 years since he was a ta prior to this and was notorious as an assistant alone. which puts him at an age of 25 years old.

this means that with his accolades and numerous achievements , he is only in his mid — 20s.

#* ✦ 𝐈𝐕. ❮ isms ❯ �� ❝#* ✦ 𝐕𝐈. ❮ muses ❯ ⸻ ❝ 「 veritas ratio 」#okay but this is all just gem sick brain thots #cause you can argue the posted messages could be from awhile ago #but since the older messages are reposted and these comments are not #i think its reasonable to treat them as recent ones #i just think his age was quite emphasised to explicate how young he is and how much he has achieved #he could be a little younger or older than 26 but this is what i have so far #for all we know the hater could have been a student he met the first time he arrived which is how im treating it #i used the extremes of the ranges but you can also use the younger end which puts him at 24 and that would be crazy #but also when do you think his birthday is

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iusedtohavesixtoes · 1 year

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Bernadetta's struggle with anxiety made it difficult for her to take over as the head of House Varley. She became so overwhelmed that when Yuri chanced to visit her domain, she literally grabbed hold of him and refused to let go.

A silly doodle for them.

#nahomie’s art #yuri leclerc #bernadetta von varley #yuridetta #if you saw me post this already no you didnt #I had to redo yuri five times and so I decided to repost #could not get happy with him #he’s okay now #i love them your honor #first time successfully drawing bernadetta!#and her weird hair

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plasticine-dreams · 6 months

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Happy anniversary to my lil egg @sug4r-tits, 6 years have absolutely flown ❤️

#slam dunk throwback #I fucked up the first post okay #so here’s a repost #whoops #I love you #I look so horrible in pictures so #will have to deal with this one #she looks fit tho

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that-was-anticlimactic · 1 year

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all fluttering and dancing in the breeze

🍃written for @nobamaki-bigbang🍃

“Great! Okay, so I’m assuming we all know how to play baseball, right?” Maki asked.

Everyone was nodding, and Nobara was about to scoff and say duh, was about to proudly announce that she was actually a fantastic baseball player. But…

But then she glanced at Maki—sweet, gorgeous, Maki with a determined fire blazing in her eyes—and she had an idea. A terrible, devious, but quite possibly genius idea.

“Um, actually,” she spoke up, much louder than necessary, “actually, I, uh… I don’t know how to play baseball.” She fluttered her eyelids and smiled shyly, grabbing a strand of her hair and twirling it around her fingers as if she were the epitome of innocence.

[or: nobara pretends that she doesn't know how to play baseball so she can spend time/flirt with maki]

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