#And be exciting and engaging to listen to

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Chef X G/N Actor Reader

This is my first request for a Yan online! YIPPEE :D I don't think I'd respond to questions again because damn it ruined my engagement last time. This took me way longer then expected to get done(⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)Guys I need you to understand how long it took me to figure out how this guy was gonna lose his mind(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) - Jay

Trigger Warnings! Putting people in harms way, Unhealthy Protectiveness, Violence, Gore, Cannibalism, Tricked into Cannibalism, This Fic gets a little darker then my normal stuff! This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour or crimes irl!

🔪Yandere Chef who worked at his families restaurant till he was 17. He was taught to cook with love and care! He then got the opportunity to learn professionally were he spent years working with the best of the best! It's wasn't about fun anymore it was about perfection.

🔪Yandere Chef didn't like people by the end of his training and worked out private work was so much more isolating then high class restaurants. He would come in for romantic dinners, parties, whatever, whenever. He didn't care.

That's where he met you. Wade learnt what to expect from certain clients. Influences usually want small appetizers for parties, athletes want meals they can heat up but you. Actor's usually want a show piece for events, you just wanted your favourite meal alone on your birthday. How bizarre?

🔪Yandere Chef knocked at your penthouse. You opened the door. "Hiya! You're here!" Wade isn't used to people talking so excitedly around him. It reminds him of his childhood before yelling negatively was what ingrained into him. He didn't really like having these feelings brought up in him.

🔪Yandere Chef was lead to your kitchen where you had all the ingredients neatly laid out, cute. What surprised him more was when you sat opposite him elbows on the counter. "You don't need to be about. I won't burn your kitchen down." "Oh! I know! I just wanted to keep you company! If I'm allowed?"

🔪Yandere Chef was taken aback. "Who am I to deny you on your birthday?" He was so curious about you that for the first time he questioned a client. "Why are you alone on your birthday?" "Oh! I prefer being on my own!" "Amen to that." He mumbles while focusing on the meal.

He plated your meal and to his surprise you ate all of it. If it's one thing he's learnt from celebrities is that they never eat everything. Something about being "humble" or not being "greedy", whatever it's insulting to see the food he spends hours cooking get only half ate.

"This is so good! You're so talented!" You were so excited over his food it threw him off guard.

🔪Yandere Chef felt a little embarrassed. He's not had so much praise since he was a child. He was more thrown of guard when you tried tipping him on your birthday. "You don't need to do that." He tried resisting but you wouldn't let it happen. "Please, I really, really want to! I haven't had such a delicious meal in a while!"

Wade went home looking going through the cash you gave him. Most of the time celebrities pre pay, completely ignore him and send him on his way. On a bad day he'll actively hear people negatively talk about his food. You were so happy it was such a harsh contrast.

🔪Yandere Chef was hired for a house warming party. Some rich actor wanting show off his mansion. He was there hours early making appetizers because none wants a real meal anymore. He had everything set up and was about to leave and till his client stood in his pathway.

"Listen it's totally optional but you're hard to get and I think if you showed your face it'd be pretty cool. I mean you're notoriously hard to get and I did give you a generous tip."

That's how Wade ended up with swirling red wine around in a glass, sat on an expensive sofa debating if he should stain it. He had people come up to him mainly trying to hire him or trying to get gossip on his prior clients. He was going to leave when he hears someone from the other side of the room. "Oh my! Wade! Hiya!" You come rushing over. "I thought you made the food, it's so delicious!" Then like a proud parent you dragged him around telling everyone how good the food is and how they should try it. It was so embarrassing!

🔪Yandere Chef was leaning on a wall watching you talk to others. Why does he always feels so embarrassed around you? That's when your laugh brought a realisation within him. You're so pure in such a vile industry. You remind him of his family restaurant, where there was hard work but joy in his creations.

Wade noticed the way some of the others side eyed you. He felt a scoff come from his throat, they were so stuck up, it irritates him.

🔪Yandere Chef takes his hands in yours. "Would you want me to make you another meal? This one's on me." The host's visitors were all shocked. Behaviour like this wasn't common! He noticed the eyes on you made you embarrassed. "I don't mind..." You mumble.

🔪Yandere Chef was making something for you in your kitchen. He was actually trying to engage with you this time. "So." Wade said cutting up vegetables. "You're an actor but you get nervous at parties, why?" He watches you trace circles in your counter. "I don't know...I was a child actor so I suppose it's all I've known." His face hardens.

🔪Yandere Chef thinks you deserve better. I mean you're a good actor but you're better then acting in his eyes. "How many movies have you been in then?" "Didn't you look me up?" "No?" Everything went silent. You had lunged forward over the counter and hugged him. "You're the first person not to goggle me in a while..." You mumbled into his shoulder.

Now the two of you had a sort of alliance or whatever. You called it a friendship.

🔪Yandere Chef was cooking for some rich couple while they were watching TV in the living room. He didn't mind, the women was sweet but the man was cold. He's glad they left him alone. He could faintly hear the TV when your voice was on the screen. Must of been a show or movie you were in.

Wade felt himself smile when he can hear your faint voice from the screen. That's when he can hear his client being rude about your appearance.How dare they!?

🔪Yandere Chef was following a recipe from the husbands descendants. The ink was smudged already in some places so what if he smudged the part on how much spice he was suppose to put in the meal?

It was too spicy. The couple started yelling at him. But he simply pointed at the recipe he followed. By the end the couple was apologising to him completely unaware Wade was in fact to blame.

🔪Yandere Chef didn't like people who were rude to his friends. And you were his friend now. You said so.

🔪Yandere Chef started hanging out with you more and realised maybe he didn't hate all rich people. (Acting like he isn't yk...rich)You were so down to earth. Wade had you round his house watching movies when and advert for your show came on.

You cringed leaning on wades chest to hide your face. "Mute it! Mute it!" You cried. "Seriously you don't need to act." He rubbed the side of your arm. "I just don't want to feel useless.." That's when it hit him, the best idea he ever had in his entire life.

🔪Yandere Chef opened a restaurant! The famous private chef opening up a small restaurant in a busy part of the city. He had the help from his business friend (Yandere Ex Wife cough cough) to insure it.

🔪Yandere Chef needed your help. Well need is a strong word. It gave you a reason not to act, helping your friend! The more you helped, the closer you two got, the closer you two got, the stronger he's feelings for you grew. Manifesting into someone more sinister.

Who complemented him it never meant anything compared to you. You would come in to help the chef's to clean the kitchen after the shifts sometimes too! Aren't you a cutie?

🔪Yandere Chef was opening up early in the morning. Putting his keys into the door but before turning he hears your voice. "Wade! I'm on my way to a magazine shoot but I made you something!" You show a box of homemade sweet treats. "Don't eat them Infront of me...I don't want to know what a renowned chef thinks of my online recipes!" He watches you run off. He hates that your still in the public eye. So casually complacent with your discomfort because what if the change is worse than the norm?

🔪Yandere Chef sat in an empty booth of his restaurant before his employees came in. He opened the box and to see cookies, brownies and sorts. He bites into one. It was so average but tasted so good. Thick tears run down his face, splattering against the table. He's never been the one served food before. Since he was a child he always cooked his food and dinner. Unprovoked act of kindness was something that hit him in a sensitive spot.

🔪Yandere Chef kept working and till he heard you had came to visit. As much as he complains about you being in the public eye but you haven't done any acting since he opened his restaurant, I suppose Wade's plan sort of worked.

Wade walked through. He was going to ask you round his, he as many times before but this time it romantic. He wants you, He needs you to be his. He see's your gorgeous face but before he can talk to you, A waiter has got your attention to try and flirt with you. This angered him. You don't deserve some dirt like that, the world doesn't deserve you. Nobody deserves you.

🔪Yandere Chef had staff stay back to help him clean. Purposely giving the guy trying to flirt with you a hard job so he stays back longer. "Boss, I'm done. I'm going to clock out for the day,Okay?" He turned his back not being able to see Wade pick up a meat tenderizer and smash it on the back of his head.

The lifeless body lays on the white kitchen floor. Wade had already turned the cameras off. The cameras needed to be reset anyway so nobody knows who came in and never came out. The servers head was caved at the back, a slight dent filled with dark red blood before overflowing onto the floor. "Disgusting pig." He said while spitting on the corpse. Wade took out his own personal cooking utensils from a tool box. Taking out a meat cleaver he slides it along the body's corpse angling it away from the corpse and pushes down in a sliding motion skinning the flesh of the bone. It reminds Wade of how his father taught him to handle meat while preparing a dish.

You were in bed, it was quarter to midnight and you were snuggled in your bed thinking about your day. You hope Wade likes the food you made. He was very supportive! Acting was something you felt like you grew out of and he understood that. You've been trying to stay out of the public eye since but it's all you've ever known. Maybe you could ask Wade for a job? Is that scummy? I mean he was so caring! While you were debating the ethics of asking your friend for a job, you hear a knock on your door.

You were scared a little. Checking your doorbell camera, you see Wade waiting there. "What are you doing here?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "Midnight snack?" He ruffles your hair. Usually you wouldn't eat so late at night but Wades such a good Chef. It was a meat you've never tried before goat, horses? It was strange.

Little did you know Yandere Chef had feed you the man who tried to flirt with you.You didn't know is this is a morbid start to a brutal end.

[papayaem]

Two Wheels and One Heart

Dad!Lando Norris x daughter!reader

Summary: In which Lando couldn't attend his daughters race where she got injured but he dropped everything to be there foe her

Warning: Motocross accident, injury, broken bones, hospital, ambulance, paramedics, Petnames 'love' and kidodo, fluff, angst if you squint

(Part 2)

It was just another early morning at the MTC. The air buzzed, remaining excitement from winning the WCC at Abu Dahbi and with the scent of machinery, oil, and the quiet hum of innovation. Lando Norris, though fully dressed in team gear and engaged in simulator feedback, couldn't stop glancing at his phone.

His daughter—his whole world—was racing today. Her first regional motocross qualifier.

He hated missing her races, but deadlines at McLaren waited for no one. When he kissed her goodbye that morning, helmet tucked under her arm, eyes alight with adrenaline and anticipation, she had smiled at him and said, "Win the day for me, Dad."

He had smiled back, masked with guilt. "You win it for me, kiddo."

The day dragged. Lando found himself only half-listening during debriefs. He checked his phone more than usual, waiting for updates from his mum—who stepped in as a second parent whenever F1 stole him away. She promised she'd send videos. Pictures. Maybe a FaceTime.

But when his phone rang—loud, sharp, intrusive—he immediately knew.

It wasn’t a text. It wasn’t a picture. It was a call. Mum. He answered on the first ring.

"Mum? What’s wrong?"

Her voice trembled whilst she tried to hold it together and not panic him. “Lando... it’s her leg. She came off the bike. It was bad, love. She’s conscious but they’re taking her to hospital now. Compound fracture, the paramedics said.”

Everything blurred. His heart cracked. "Jesus... what—what happened?!" “She took a jump too sharp and landed sideways. The bike crushed her ankle on impact. She didn’t cry, not until she saw me. Kept asking if you were coming.”

Lando was already moving—off the simulator rig, out the door, phone pressed to his ear like it was his lifeline.

"Where is she now?"

"St. Mary’s. She’s in the ambulance. I’m following behind."

"I’m coming. Tell her—tell her I’m on my way."

It was a one-hour drive, but Lando made it in just forty-five minutes. Speeding through rain and red lights, his heart was a knot of fear, guilt, and helpless love. When he burst through the hospital doors, breathless and wide-eyed, his mother was waiting in the corridor.

“She’s asking for you,” she said, tears already drying on her cheeks. “They’re prepping her for surgery.”

He didn’t wait.

She was lying in a sterile white bed, her leg in a temporary cast, cheeks pale but eyes bright with pain and unshed tears. But when she saw him—messy hair, McLaren polo shirt stained from the road, face full of anguish—she cracked a smile.

“Hey, Dad.”

That broke him.

He rushed to her side, kneeling beside the bed like he was praying. His hand wrapped around hers tightly, like letting go would mean losing her all over again.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there," he said, voice hoarse. “I should’ve been there, kiddo. I should’ve been there.”

Her lips wobbled. “You’re here now.”

-

Later, after surgery, when she was asleep, his mum sat beside him outside the ward.

“She’s tough, like her dad,” she said softly.

Lando didn’t look up. “She shouldn’t have to be. I should be the one keeping her safe.”

“You are. She knew you’d come. That’s why she held on.”

That night, Lando stayed in the hospital room, curled up in the armchair beside her bed. He held her hand the whole time. A father, a racer, a protector—broken and healing all at once.

Tomorrow, he’d call McLaren and reschedule. Tomorrow, he’d talk to the doctors about recovery, rehab, and how to keep her passion alive without risking her safety.

But tonight, he was just a dad, her dad. And that was more important than anything in the world.

Part 2?? I've already started it but should I finish it or do something different? Partially inspired by his media day outfit today, that top just had a motocross vibe and I'm here for it Please to not copy or Translate without permission x

[liloshits]

The Three Words

Where two worlds collide

Word Count: 2.5k

London - October 15th, 2004

It was a chilly Friday morning right in the middle of England’s autumn, it was not a surprise to anyone that the sky was grey and the weather was unstable. Dani was in town to participate in the European Social Forum, a conference where important (and not so important) people gathered around to discuss the world’s problems. 

Dani was there not because she was one of the VIPs, but because her Professor told her it’d be good for networking, and she’d get some complementary hours for it. Obviously she didn’t want to spend her weekend trapped at Alexandra Palace, listening to white old men talking their asses off about problems they didn’t really live through nor truly cared about. 

But she’s here anyway, wearing not so comfortable clothes and heels while she’d much rather be rotting in bed, watching TV or crying, as that’s what she does best, apparently. Well, at least that’s what she does best when she’s not drinking and partying or studying and working her ass off so she doesn’t lose her mind over how much her life changed in so little time.

Last october, she had just recently gotten engaged to her ex-boyfriend Marcus, she was studying Business Administration in Oxford University and she would start planning their wedding in a few weeks. She never got around to it because in what felt like seconds she found out he was one of those men who loved women too much. In fact, he loved women SO much he’d gotten himself a fianceé and three side chicks at the same time, which still baffles her as he is, at best, a 7 out of 10. 

She still remembers how he cried and knelt in front of her, begging Dani to not leave him, telling her how much she meant to him and how it was all a mistake. 

He cried telling her that his mom would get mad at him if she ever found out he fumbled an heiress. She scoffed at this, knowing his family was good and that his mom did nothing wrong raising him, Marcus himself was a piece of shit. He proposed to her in front of at least 40 people, including some family members and friends, and deep down she knew he only did this so she’d say “yes”. 

Maybe the way she didn’t even want to tell anyone she’d gotten engaged was her gut telling her that she shouldn’t marry him, even though they had met in school and were together for 2 years already, she never thought of him as husband material. He was sweet when he wanted, funny but a tad bit arrogant and at times she could swear he’d rather be with and marry his best friend than her, but whenever she teased him about it he’d call her crazy, lunatic and be a homophobe. 

She used to tell herself she wasn’t excited for it because she was still too young, barely 19 when he proposed, in college and absolutely focused on her career. 

Which also was a problem to Marcus, he’d say that when they married she would stay home and tend to their kids, he said he wanted at least four, two boys and two girls, whenever he said it, she used to stare into his soul, thinking to herself that maybe they were together just because it was common to be in a relationship in their age. She tried to convince her friends that he already talked about kids and marriage because he was 3 years older than her, that maybe when she were 22 she’d also start to worry about it. Deep down she knew she wasn’t convincing enough, because she also didn’t believe it.

So when she found out he was cheating she hurt, obviously she did, she felt like a fool, like someone who committed a mistake, like a woman who didn’t deserve true love. But at the same time she felt relieved like she had a reason to walk away and never look back. 

10 months after her discovery she finally understood she was angrier because she knew she was out of his league and still got fooled by him. He didn’t even deserve to ever be with her, and yet, he made her cry. After all, she was at least a 9 out of 10, she was tall, brunette, blue eyes, beautiful smile, intelligent, independent, funny, and undeniably hot. That’s what she reminded herself of when she went back home to Brazil to spend Carnival partying around the country, kissing as many men as she could, sleeping with the best kissers and more frequently then not getting told by someone that they thought they weren’t worthy of her. 

And she wished that Marcus knew his place like those random men who approached her, but from what she heard he was slowly but surely understanding that he’s the dumbest man to ever live. 

Clara, one of her Uni friends, told her he got dumped by all his three mistresses and that whenever he sees anyone that knows Dani he can only talk and ask about her. His mom, Diana, bless her heart, still keeps in touch with her and always tells her how sorry she is for Marcus’ attitudes and how she knows that Dani deserves much better than him. 

A part of her feels like she gave him too much power over the situation when she left Oxford. She felt like maybe people would think she was hurting so much she couldn’t even be in the same city as him and to a certain extent it was true, but the reason behind it wasn’t heartbreak, but disdain. Also, her favourite professor had moved to Vienna, and going to a new city, staying close to her mentor, meeting new people and living in a new place where no one knew who she was, was the definition of freedom. 

So yeah, her life was upside down, but she was managing and even finding strength to sit through an economic forum. At least, Elina, the girl she met in her first week at Vienna University was with her and, God bless her soul, she certainly was making her days better by just being this bubbly little thing that talked too much, too loud for Austrian standards but who didn’t care for what people thought. 

“Hey D, I don’t think I’m going to watch this panel on venture capitalists, I’m going to go outside to smoke a bit and maybe find myself a girl I can talk to and maybe smooch after. Wanna come? We may find you a finance guy” Elina said with a nonchalant tone, staring at her watch as they knew the panel was about to start, so if they were to escape they should do it soon. 

“Nah, I’m staying, I’m way too tired to stand, and it’s not like I’m going to pay attention to anything any those guys are going to say, so my plan is: sit here and create scenarios where I’m sleeping in my fluffy pajamas and all of my essays are written.” Dani says with a sigh and a soft smile, Elina seeing how tired her friend looks, nods and walks away, knowing better than trying to convince her.

As Elina leaves, almost immediately the panel starts and the names of the businessman behind capital firms are announced. Dani claps at each name, and a small part of her starts to rank their suits and who’s the ugliest from them all. The guy from Balderton is definitely on top of the list, with features that make him look like Gargamel and Frankenstein had a baby. 

On the other hand, the guy from Marchsixteen is *CUTE*, tall, brunette, piercing eyes, disheveled hair, tailored suit, dimples when he smiles and an accent. And if she’s not mistaken, his accent is Austrian, as she’s now becoming an expert on Viennese people speaking English (as they switch to English every time they realize she’s a foreigner, even though she speaks German fluently, she just has an accent). Unfortunately, Gargamel spooked her so much she didn’t get the Terminator’s name, at least now she has a reason to pay attention to this panel. 

And this ends up being the best thing to happen to her this morning, as now she spent the last 25 minutes with someone very easy on the eyes, he’s not only tall and conventionally attractive, he’s also charming. She swears, at least 3 or 4 of her friends would be throwing their panties at him if they were here. But Dani? Yeah, she knows he’s handsome but she also realizes he must be at least 8 or 10 years older than her and she doesn’t have daddy issues, not serious one’s at least. 

But when they start the Q&A session at the end of the panel she can’t help but raise her hand, as mister Austria seems to have the brain and the looks - he certainly made her curious- so she asks once she has a chance. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get his name, but my question goes for the guy from Marchsixteen” Dani chuckles softly as she rises to her feet copying what she had seen everyone else do before her. “Guy from Marchsixteen name is Christian Wolff�� he says cheekly with a soft smirk, while looking directly at her. “Right, I’m sorry Mr.Wolff, so you said that you’re a self made college dropout, and I can see you’re younger than most successful venture capitalists - not saying you guys are old - but I’d like to understand what’s the mentality behind the hunger of pushing yourself to be and do better, to achieve bigger things and how you don’t suffer from imposter syndrome, and if you do, how do you manage?” Dani says while staring at Christian Wolff, as she thinks to herself that he doesn’t look like a Christian. God she KNOWS that no one must call him Chris. That's impossible!

As she finishes her question, he looks at her like he’s surprised and thinking hard at the same moment “Wow, that’s a very good question, I believe that I dropped out of college because I’m a builder by nature. I learn by doing, failing, iterating. And I’ve always felt this urgency — maybe because I didn’t come from a safety net — to create something meaningful, something bigger than me. Now, as for being younger and maybe walking into rooms where I’m the least experienced on paper — sure, imposter syndrome creeps in sometimes, as I’m 32 and most of my colleagues are around 40/45. But I’ve learned that it’s not something you get rid of, it’s something you grow around. I manage it by reminding myself of the work I’ve done, the risks I’ve taken. And the hunger? That comes from knowing what it feels like to be underestimated and publicly humiliated.” Wolff states while looking around the room but always finding Dani’s eyes once again, and when he looks at her, he doesn’t simply look, he stares, and she feels herself blush a little at how intense his gaze is. As he finishes his answer she nods and whispers a thank you under her breath, he smiles softly and nods to her as well. 

After that, all she thinks about is him, the way he looks, speaks and handles himself as someone who’s confident and truly selfmade. She knows he’s transparent and true to himself. Needless to say she doesn’t listen to any of the other questions and she doesn’t stop staring at him, and she could swear he also glances her way a few more times. 

The panel ends, she picks her things up as she wants to go grab some coffee, she leaves the conference room searching for the toilet, ever so often nodding softly to someone she’s not even sure she knows. 

After spending some minutes in the lady’s room line, she finally finds the room where the coffee is and as she places her order she hears a deep voice behind her “Oh, there you are, I thought I had you but then you disappeared” and before she turns she knows it’s him, Christian Wolff. “So the eyes that I felt burning my back were yours Mr. Wolff?” she turns, already smiling at him, kinda surprised at herself for the subtle flirt. “You could say that miss… sorry, now I’m the one who didn’t get your name” He says half chuckling at her, as they’re now in opposite roles “Miss Salles, Daniela Salles. Nice to meet you Mr.Wolff” she says stretching her hand to him, he shakes it softly as they look at each other up close for the first time. “Pleasure is all mine Ms. Salles, you’ve made a very good question out there, balancing the personal, psychological and business side of things. I see you’re a very bright young woman” he says smirking softly at Dani. 

She chuckles lightly “Thank you Mr. Wolff, you’re very well spoken, I really liked to listen to your insights on Venture Capital, even though that’s not something that attracts me very much. But if you don’t mind, I’d love it if you could let go of my hand so I could get the cup of coffee I ordered.” Dani says, chuckling lightly at the face he makes when he realizes he’s been holding her hand for longer than it’s normal. “Sorry, didn’t mean to… what was your order? I got myself a half cappuccino before going on stage, wouldn’t recommend it” He says making a face as he recalls his poor choice of drink. 

“Oh, I got only a cappuccino,” Dani says trying it out “hm, it’s actually good, I like it Mr.Wolff, maybe the problem is that in the half cappuccino they use half the effort, so it’s not as good.” she says laughing “do you wanna taste it or do you take my word for it?”

“I’ll take your word for it, you seem like the type of woman who knows what’s good in life. Confident in yourself.” Wolff says, half surprising himself with his flirty words but quickly changing the subject once he sees her face registering his words “so, are you still in university? I mean, you look younger than me so I presume you’re still in Uni” he asks “Yes, I am still in University, business administration, with a minor in marketing, but I’ll graduate soon.” Dani answers “Oh, that’s good, do you like it? Do you go to college here?” he asks genuinely interested and listening to her “No, I’ve studied in Oxford until this summer, but I transferred myself to Vienna University, I’m liking the change of air for now. Let's see during winter, if the Viennese winter is as bad as Oxford’s. I couldn’t help but notice, you’re Austrian, aren’t you?” Dani answers as she watches his face lit up at the mention of his hometown

“Yes, I’m Austrian, from Vienna actually but I’m surprised you guessed, my accent is almost nonexistent” he says jokingly “glad you’re liking it and I truly hope winter is not too harsh on you, Vienna is a beautiful city to live in. I’m definitely not biased though” he says smiling straight into her eyes, like he’s building courage to say something else “I’m sorry if I’m staring Ms. Salles, but your eyes are quite distracting… I’m glad I couldn’t see them properly from the stage, otherwise I think I wouldn’t be able to form many sentences” 

[rooolt]

I say this with all the love in my heart, but whenever the dndads cast is like “dnd combat is not an interesting storytelling device and only hampers the flow of the podcast” or anything in a similar vein about the mechanics of the game im always like,,,,,, maybe you guys are just bad at it

[moonchild-in-blue]

The difference in tone between Emergence and the other two singles is so jarring when you listen to them back to back. On one second you're ascending to the 9th realm with Miss Gabi Rose's sax solo, on the other you're clutching your chest on the floor like a wounded animal of prey. Fun stuff.

[dent-de-leon]

maybe……maybe……………..Mighty nein finally contact Kingsley in the 8 hour finale? ; ;

[piknim]

"Why did you stay up so late" i couldnt find the right youtube video to fall asleep to

[unproduciblesmackdown]

in yet another W for lovelessness, the concept exists

[the-void-has-questions]

With so much love, Hello From the Hallowoods is ruining my life 💕💕💕

[hildannette]

i think yusuke would be the best person to be best friends with ever of all time

[mashmouths]

EVERY DAY I AM THANKFUL TO BE GAY

[tvrningout-a]

forgive me for not being here ;; i played b.g3 for too long and ended up with a headache ;;

[royalreef]

@lambfated inquired: 👁️ - How often do they make eye contact? The Little Things - Accepting

(( In more formal settings, Miranda maintains eye contact very well! Her eyes are very striking, and with the way that she speaks, she tends not to let people who have caught her attention escape it anytime soon, and within crowds she's very good at making everyone she's talking to feel like she's paying attention to them specifically.

However, this is all learned behavior. Eye contact seldom means very much inside the Merkingdom, and usually in the cases where it means anything at all it's aggressive/dominant. This means that the more comfortable she is with someone, the rarer it is she'll bother even thinking about eye contact or looking in their direction at all. The bigger, more important tell is where her fins are angled, which is where she's listening and what she's listening to.

However, she's also very aware that eye contact means a lot more to landfolk, and it already meant more to her than your average merfolk, since a royal's attention is by definition a threat and a power play. So she has to take care to do it more, to look at landfolk more directly and to make it seem like she's looking at them, changing her behavior so as to not be caught off guard or seem weak to landfolk company. This isn't to say she doesn't look at all at the people who she's close to, or that she won't tend to stare in informal situations, especially if she doesn't realize it's inappropriate, but it's a gesture more to distance between her and the other person. Of difference, in a way.

There's a very good reason I draw attention to how it feels when she's pinning someone down in her sights, not just in the way that her eyes and the act of her looking at someone else is distinctly inhuman (not having any whites to her eyes, and thus seeming less emotive, and the slit pupils making it even harder to recognize her as a member of one's own moral community, the only other context in which these show up being from large predators when they're hunting), but because it also intersects heavily with power and authority, the sense of who's allowed to look at who and what the act of looking means.

It's the same reason that Miranda willfully closing her eyes, resting with her eyes shut around someone, or just otherwise shutting her eyes is a gesture of closeness and of willful vulnerability, because then I can show her being able to not pay attention at all.

[oncelerfucker]

An Knee Way

Guess whose Archer & Olive shipment should be here tomorrow or Wednesday and who is currently doing the pre-planning for its reading journal :3c

[rosemuc]

i've been writing a lot in english lately and it has made me realise more than ever how funny my experiences learning the language were

[eigengrauone]

AWAKENED TOBEY

this was so loud I genuinely got scared