#B. Daughter of a fisherman

[essenceofarda]

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[princessbrunette]

thinking about dad!johnb who just looks so fucking good to you after you have your baby together.

maybe it’s the way he’s grown out his beard a little, adopting a scruffier look all around because he often didn’t have the time to get his hair cut as frequently either, stuffing a fisherman-type cap over his brunette waves. tv dinners became a little more frequent for him, and he didn’t have time to swim as often — only lift weights, so he’d naturally gotten a little thicker around the middle and chest, thighs bulging just that little extra — yet his arms thick and stronger than ever.

he’d really started to fill the ‘dad’ boots. walking around with your nearly one year old girl on his hip, his low voice mumbling conversationally as you wander ahead with a shopping cart doing the groceries, barely concentrating, just running off the soft lull of his voice in the background drone.

you liked him best when your daughter would be napping and he’d be on the couch, looking a little sleepy with his head tilted back against the cushion and his thighs spread. when he’s not at home with his girl he works long shifts at the docks — so his hands are all rough and he’s got the odd scratch and scrape which makes him all the more homely. all the more manly too, helping you tap effortlessly into your feminine as you snuggle up to him in a little sundress and cardigan— laying your body half on his.

“shes down?” he refers to your sleeping child, brows raised a little in interest. you busy yourself with nuzzling into his jaw with kisses, having been desperate to get your hands on him.

“mhm. just us…” you hum, feeling his cheeks expand into a smile.

“is that so?” he croons, still managing to be a goofball despite everything.

“missed you.” you sigh, manoeuvring just that little more onto john b’s thigh, grinding your hips down to relieve some of this ache.

“oh?” he hums, hands on your waist now. “haven’t been looking after my girl, have i?” it’s a question, but he says it more as a statement — an air of guilt to his voice that makes you shake your head.

“no, no john b you’ve been good. you’ve been so good jus— just need a little extra love t’day…” you feel yourself starting to get hazy and breathless, needing to turn it all off just for a little.

“okay sweetheart. we’ve got time.” he soothes your rushed jolted grinds against his leg, coarse hand rubbing the skin. “we can start… by getting this off.” he plucks at your dress, tilting his head with a little smile so he could look at you properly.

you look up, feeling lucky to witness that warm glint in his eye. john b could never neglect you.

[puddle-nerd]

We Feast

Summary: As Ronal’s most dedicated student in the ways of healing, a soft spot had formed specifically for you, deeper than you might have guessed until your first heat hits you unexpectedly.

(Tonowari/Reader/Ronal)

Prompt 31 (A/B/O) for my final submission for LunasKinktober2023

Story Tags: No use of y/n, Female Reader, everyone is legal, A/B/O, M/F/F, Teacher/Student Relationship, Crushing on the Teacher, Overbearing Parents, Angst, Metkayina | Reef People Clan (Avatar), Na’vi Culture (Avatar – Cameron), Na’vi Language (Avatar – Cameron), First Heat, Maybe Dub-Con due to Heat Delerium, Threesome if you squint, Open Marriage-ish/Polyamory, Eating out, Face Sitting, Mention of inexperienced main female character, Voyeurism, Creampie Na’vi Translation: ‘Eve — girl (colloquial) Ma’ — my, mine, a way of showing possession of something Mawey — calm Muntxatan — husband Numeyu — student Oel ngati tse’a – “I see you” (physically) Olo’eyktan — Clan Leader Olo’zeykoyu — Clan Healer Paska’sngap — (NON-CANON) exact translation would be ‘honey sting’, a type of large bee that makes very sweet honeycomb Paskalin — honey (term of endearment) Sa’nu — mum/mom/mommy Sa’nok — mother (respectful) Tewng – loincloth Tìyawn — love Tsaheylu — a connection between two Pandoran beings (i.e. a Na’vi and a direhorse/ikran/ilu or between two Na’vi) with the tendrils of their neural queues enabling a mental communication between them and the sharing of information, including memories, emotions, and sensory input Tsahìk – a spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader. The job of the Tsahìk is to interpret the will of Eywa, guide the clan spiritually, and perform important ceremonies Zeykoyu — healer Male OC: Ìtxän Te Atxzìtx Kxawun’iyan (a male Na’vi) and Ìstaw (your preferred male ilu) Author’s Note: Set around a year and a half before the events of Avatar: The Way of Water, before Ronal got pregnant and before the Recombinants arrived. This turned out a quite bit longer than I originally anticipated because I just couldn’t stop writing so if you’d prefer to skip straight to the smut, skip down to the break in text. And hey, so just in case you didn’t read the tags or the warning labels, this is a polyamorous relationship so this one will have Ronal and Reader going to town on each other in this chapter. If you don’t like descriptive scenes depicting woman on woman sexual action, then please don’t read this.

“Good, yes, Ma’numeyu,” Ronal praised you with a soft brush of her fingers along your bare shoulder as you ground the herbs into a fine powder for future use as an anti-inflammatory paste when introduced to a few drops of fresh water. It needed to be as fine as silk-sand to the touch or else it would not do its job as needed and would be, in turn, useless. And you refused to have anything of yours be considered useless or not even good enough. Being the youngest of three daughters of your family, your older sisters set the precedence by being a fantastic warrior and a fantastic fisherman/cook so you had to be just as good as them, if not better or else your parents would pay you less attention or compare you to your sisters. So, you had to be the best zeykoyu as your talents lay with healing. And who better to learn from than the current Tsahìk?

You bowed your head with a slight smile. “Thank you, Ma’tsahìk,” you acknowledged the compliment with a light blush and grabbed the last of the herb to add to her mortar.

“Your dedication could lead you down the path to Olo’zeykoyu… one day.” You froze at those words hanging so tantalizingly in the air between the two of you and slowly, you glanced upwards slowly while the rest of your body remained paused in time, hunched over, hands gripping the pestle above the bowl of half ground herbs. Ronal raised a brow, a challenging smirk curling upon the corner of her turquoise lips. “Do you doubt your Tsahìk, Ma’numeyu?”

Immediately, you shook your head, breathing out, “No, never, Ma’tsahìk. I…” You licked your lips and whispered, “I just… that would be so… wonderful.”

And if you became the clan healer… that would mean you would get to have even more time side-by-side with the beautiful female you looked up to and adored so earnestly. Oh, yes, you wanted it – all of it, the position, the respect, the time with your Tsahìk.

Blue eyes softened as they took you in, seeing more than you perhaps wanted her to see of you, seeing the need for acknowledgement, the need to feel appreciated for your talents, the need to not be compared to someone else and found lacking. She shifted closer on her knees and lifted a hand and cupped your jaw so tenderly, the look in her eyes so warm and welcoming, so unlike your parents’ or your sisters’. “You will have earned it, Ma’numeyu,” Ronal whispered softly, earnestly, shuffling even closer to you. “Your dedication… and your talent… and your work ethic… is beyond par to any of my other students. One day… paskalin. Until then, finish grinding.” She shot you a smile, her hand cupping your cheek just a little bit firmer before it dropped.

The sound of the mauri pod front flap lifting had both female Na’vi’s looking up to see the fearsome Olo’eyktan stepping into the woven hut. His eyes immediately sought out his wife and a smile spread upon his lips.

“Hello, tìyawn,” he greeted the older woman, crossing the expanse between them and pressing his tattooed forehead to hers, their noses brushing tenderly.

You immediately dropped your gaze, face flushing as you bore witness to such a tender and intimate moment between the mated pair. Because your gaze was dropped, you missed the way the two of them glanced at you, a silent smile shared between them as they then met the other’s gaze, a conversation happening between them with only a few facial twitches and smiles.

The massive male cautiously turned and greeted you warmly. “Good afternoon, ‘eve.”

You looked up, smiling warmly and bowing your head respectfully towards your clan leader. “Good afternoon, Olo’eyktan,” you replied back.

“Just Tonowari is fine, paskalin,” he reminded you with a warm smile. It was contagious and you returned it with one of your own, blushing while bowing your head in respect once more for this man, not able to hide the shiver that ran down your spine at the nickname he had used for you. He was always just as kind and as warm as his wife was to you (in private; she couldn’t play favorites in public) and the two of them together like this… these two beautiful, wonderful people who were so genial and kind to you, it made your heart beat just a little bit faster with longing.

You… wanted…

“Unfortunately, your sa’nok is looking for you,” Tonowari’s voice made you focus back on the present and you flushed once again, this time in embarrassment at having drifted off on a mental tide. “She… seemed insistent.” There was a curiosity in his tone but all you could feel was dread at those words.

Because that was not good news.

Your mother never sought you ought on purpose.

Glancing at Ronal, she nodded, releasing you from your duties. “My apologies, Ma’tsahìk,” you murmured, setting aside your mortar and pestle and pushing yourself to your feet. “I will make it up to you tomorrow.” She laughed in enjoyment of your continued commitment to prove yourself and waved you away. You left the mauri pod with one, last respectful bow of your head to both of them before departing and stepping out into the bright sun. Shielding your eyes, you blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to the light and turned towards the pod where your family lived, smiling at those you considered acquaintances and friends. Tsireya, Ronal and Tonowari’s eleven-year-old daughter, approached you with a bounce in her step and you grinned at her.

“Done for the day? Already?” she asked, grabbing your wrist gently, pulling you into dancing with her, much to a passing Na’vi’s amusement. “Sa’nu must be feeling kindly today.”

You laughed, spinning the pre-teen under your arm. “Your sa’nok had no choice, unfortunately,” you tell her. “My own requested the pleasure of my company.” The little girl’s smile faded somewhat, having an idea what that meant because she was getting to the age where she had started to observe the behaviors of those around her and had seen the way your own parents diminished you in comparison to your older sisters. “I’ll be fine,” you assured her, pretty sure you were lying to Tsireya’s face, pushing a curl of her hair back from her eyes like you wished your older sisters would do for you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘eve.” You moved past her and kept on walking, straightening your spine, smile fading away and your face becoming a blank mask as you prepared for whatever your parents had prepared for you, interrupting your time of learning with Ronal, which you coveted greatly. You took your fear for whatever was about to happen and you shoved it down into the pit of your stomach, trying to ignore the feel of it settling like a stone in your belly. You were strong, you were dedicated, you were talented, and maybe one day you could become Olo’zeykoyu, just as Ronal had hinted. She believed in you. She thought highly of you. Whatever was about to happen… you’d make her proud. Her and her mate both.

Stepping into your family mauri pod, you found your mother kneeling at the cook table, serving a drink to your father and another male Na’vi whose scarred back was facing you. You paused, instantly recognizing Ìtxän Te Atxzìtx Kxawun’iyan from his stylish topknot bun, the set of his broad shoulders, the marred webbing of skin on the left side of his ribs, and his shortened tail.

“You’re home ma’ite. Wonderful,” your mother greeted with uncharacteristic warmness and a smile that read false, false, false! “You have a visitor. Come say hello.”

There it was.

The commanding edge to your mother’s tone that promised emotional anguish if you disobeyed.

Ìtxän turned and smiled at you, giving you the formal greeting, hand sweeping from his forehead. “ Oel ngati tse’a,” his voice was warm.

Kind.

The way he smiled at you held hope and promise…

And you felt nothing for him.

You dutifully greeted him formally back, forcing a small smile upon your lips though you really didn’t feel like smiling. You crossed the mauri pod on legs that felt like they had something heavy weighing them down to sit across the round table from your mother, between your father and your visitor and that’s when you saw it.

The traditional Metkayinan courting gift.

You were old enough to start thinking about courting, having turned eighteen a couple of moon cycles prior to this moment and finished with most of your rites. You just had never really thought about courting, before.

Ìtxän had woven together thick fronds that he had gathered himself into a basket large enough to fill with food to feed at least three or four Na’vi. Once finished, he had had to catch, kill, gather, and prepare a meal for his intended mate, their parents and himself as a means of proving he would make an excellent provider. Once everything was ready, he had had to present it to his intended’s parents for inspection and if they approved, it would be presented to you for approval. The more elaborate the meal, the more serious the proposal to court. Usually. The fact that Ìtxän was trying to present one to you… left you feeling unbalanced. You didn’t have anything against him but you didn’t really know him. You’d barely spoken to him other than greeting him in passing or when he needed wounds looked after. Yes, you had been right by Ronal’s side when he had had a chunk taken out of him and some of his tail removed by an akula, assisting in keeping him alive and making sure he healed properly a year or so before. But other than that, neither of you had ever sought the other out. You hadn’t even realized he was interested in you.

Your father began to unpack the basket.

It wasn’t lost on you that the main dish was akula steaks and your father chuckled at that. It was prepared very elaborately, marinated with a thick dark sauce and many spices, garnished with small leafy greens. There was also a large bowl of fruit, a bowl of stalk-like vegetables more commonly known as Fire Tails due to their spicy flavor all by themselves and also happened to be a favorite of yours. To finish it off, there were small bread rolls and, last but not least, a jar of honey the size of your fist.

You and your parents both froze, seeing that innocent little jar of amber. Not because it meant something bad. Oh, no. It meant Ìtxän was pushing forward the ultimate symbol of intending to make you his mate one day.

Honey from a Paska’sngap hive was difficult to come by as the bees — which were half the size of an adult Na’vi’s skull — were harmless by themselves and usually didn’t attack unless it felt threatened. An individual bee could sting up to three times before it died and each sting would release a bit of toxin which would take about a day or two to recover from after their stingers were removed from your skin. And typically, a Na’vi could survive a handful of stings but multiple stings from a dozen or more Paska’sngap’s could result in enough toxin in their bloodstream to act as a paralytic so that bigger creatures could be able to eat the helpless Na’vi. Even more stings than that – say, if the whole hive stung you – that much toxin could stop your heart. Foraging for honeycombs was usually a test of endurance, skill and speed as the bees could swarm in defense of their home and easily overpower any being. The fact that Ìtxän had accumulated so much of the sweetest honeycombs anyone in the clan had ever tasted…

You looked up at Ìtxän who was smiling at you so brightly and hopefully… and still felt nothing.

Your parents laid out the dishes and your mother looked up at you expectantly when you didn’t move. “Well, ma’ite?” She prompted and you swore you could hear her teeth grinding. You looked from the delicious food spread out in front of you and you had to admit, it looked wondrous with all of the hard work he put into it but you couldn’t lie. Not about this. Sitting back on your knees, you lowered your head into a respectful bow towards Ìtxän, eyes lowered, ears twitched back because you knew your parents were about to be furious with you. “I formally apologize Ìtxän Te Atxzìtx Kxawun’iyan but I cannot and do not accept.” Your mother, predictably, hissed loudly as you scrambled to your feet and away from the table, your father looking severely disappointed with you, scowling harshly. “Why not?” she snarled. “I don’t know him!” You shouted right back, tail lashing. You glanced at Ìtxän, voice lowering as you repeated softly, “I don’t know you. I didn’t even know you were interested in me. And then… this…” You waved your hand at the meal on the table and stared at him. You shook your head. “I can’t… I…” You turned away and darted out of your family mauri pod, ignoring your mother’s calls, pumping your legs and running down the bouncy walkway as fast as you could, dodging people just barely enough to not crash into them until you could dive out into the water and swim. An ilu you preferred and called Ìstaw approached you and you quickly grabbed hold, making tsaheylu and bonding with him so you could get away even faster. Together, you and the ilu swam to what you liked to consider your secret cave, breaking the surface of the water and looking around the grotto. “Thank you, Ìstaw,” you smiled gratefully, breaking the bond and hauling yourself up onto the stone lip. Turning back to see him still watching you, you reached and rubbed his head gently with a smile, telling him, “I’ll swim back on my own when I’m ready.” The ilu bowed its head and returned the way it came, disappearing from view. With a sigh, you took in your secret cave and felt yourself relax, being away from your parents and their expectations. The bioluminescent flora growing over the roof of the cavern was beautiful and pink, glowing bright, along with the hole showing you a small circle of the sky and giving you ample light to see. With it being high-tide, the water lapped at the stone lip gently, spilling a little bit of water up and over with every slow wave and hiding the lowered entrance to the grotto. With the lapping water in mind, over the years, you had built yourself a sleeping pad up and off of the ground, padding it with layers of moss and blankets you had woven together to make it quite comfortable. You had trinkets, like a collection of shells, a couple of handmade instruments, and spare ingredients and tools you needed for your craft in healing. You also had some freshwater casks and fishing gear so you could feed yourself if you wanted to stay for a night or two. The perfect little getaway when your family’s overbearing attitudes and expectations got too much. Slumping down onto the sleeping pad which was big enough for you to stretch out and still have some room, you felt your emotions rise up and overwhelm you. How dare your parents spring this courting request upon you?! How dare Ìtxän?! And why had they bothered with him? Why had they been so eager? Your sisters were single and they were “better” in your parents’ eyes so shouldn’t they have wanted someone to come courting them first? Unless they figured if you left the mauri pod, your sisters would have better chances. Or they just wanted you out of the way. And this thought made you cry. Did they really hate you so much? Your emotions poured out of you and you cried and cried until you exhausted yourself, falling asleep upon your sleeping mat, curling in on yourself, tail pulled tightly into the backs of your thighs and you didn’t dream. Thankfully, you didn’t dream. 𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸

Waking slowly with warmth trickling through your limbs, you felt groggy and disoriented and unable to shake the fuzzy plant fibers from your mind. You were cognizant enough to realize you felt feverish and achy. Sitting up slowly, a wave of dizziness took hold of you and you flopped back down. Your belly, or maybe right below that, was clenching against the emptiness you felt inside of yourself.

Ohhh…

Oh, you felt… need… carnal need.

You had started your first heat?

“Oh no,” you moaned in self-pity.

From the conversations you had overheard your mother have with your sisters, you weren’t supposed to start having your heat cycles until you began to indulge in sexual pleasure with someone – and you hadn’t. You were dedicated to learning how to be the best zeykoyu you could be… and spoil yourself with the delectation of Ronal’s company. If you took care of yourself on occasion in the dead of the night or here in your secret cave, you did it by yourself with no one for company but your thoughts and imagination. “Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…”

You shook your head, trying to ignore the exacerbating warmth unfurling beneath your belly, that bubbling heat sending out the signal throughout your limbs that you needed a partner to take care of you in the most lascivious of ways possible. A nonexistent partner because you weren’t interested in anyone…

Anyone obtainable, that is.

While Na’vi were inherently sexual beings and it wasn’t entirely unheard of that some mated couples took on a third, you were nothing but her student and while Tonowari – her mate, her partner, the love of her life, the father of her children, you reminded yourself — was very handsome, and kind and wonderful, there was something about Ronal that just called to you even more. Appealed to you more. She was, in a way, even fiercer than her husband, almost frighteningly so. But she was also graceful and beautiful and strong and wise and…

Oh… Eywa, you had it so bad for her.

Not saying there was anything wrong with all of those strong muscles and that filthy smirk you’d seen him shoot Ronal once or twice before they suddenly disappeared for an hour or so, coming back to smell strongly of musk.

Oh… and just the thought of him being able to pick you up easily and manhandle you however he saw fit?

And then your mind’s eye drifted down to his tewng, wondering exactly what he had been endowed with. Probably something very enticing if Ronal shirked her duties for a bit every so often for a moment of pleasure with her mate.

You began to tremble as a wave of lust washed over you like a gentle wave.

Trying to focus on what you had been taught by Ronal and what you had heard about these symptoms from other sexually active women in the clan, you took stock of the heat that was prickling beneath your skin, an itch you couldn’t seem to scratch as you writhed upon your sleeping mat. A near dizzying surge of warmth pulsed from your core and you finally registered the wetness seeping from that place between your legs, preparing you to be taken and pleasured and fucked. You needed your clothing off and struggled with shaking fingers to untie your necklace and your Tewng, succeeded after a few stuttered curses and tears leaking from your blue eyes.

“Ohhh,” you whined, throwing your clothing away and curling up tighter into a ball as your body wracked with desperate need. “This can’t be happening.”

Behind the curve of your naked back while you trembled, with the tide going out, you didn’t notice Ronal appear with the ilu you named Ìstaw at the visible mouth of the grotto, which allowed air into the cave twice a day. You didn’t see her lift her tattooed face and scent the air and understanding wash over her as her pupils dilated. You didn’t hear her thank the ilu, nor when she disconnected her queue, sending him away to find her mate and slowly approaching you through the waves. You did hear the water “sploosh” off of her body as she hauled herself up onto the stone lip and came to sit at your side, the sea water dripping off her and onto your overheated skin not doing much to cool the fire burning within you.

“Oh, Ma’numeyu,” Ronal cooed gently, gently looking over you and brushing away the curls from your turquoise face. “When did this start?”

Tears welled up in your blue eyes and you whimpered, “It shouldn’t have started at all, Ma’tsahìk. I haven’t… I never — not with someone!” A harsher shiver wracked through your body and you trembled visibly like you were wracked with sickness, your muscles tightening and releasing spasmodically. “It hurts… Ronal. Is it supposed to hurt?”

You’ve never used her given name before but the clawing need inside of you, the heat burning your body from the inside out, you absently hoped she could forgive you when all was said and done. The tattooed woman gently forced you onto your back, her hands resting upon your sweat damp brow and the naked curve of your mons, just above where you ached the most. You couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping your throat and screwed your eyes up tightly. You didn’t want to see any pity for your predicament, any disappointment, if she… for whatever reason… maybe thought you were lying.

“Oh, paskalin,” the warmth in her tone made you look hesitantly up at her, “this is a gift from Ewya to put us all on the path together that she wants from us. Ma’muntxatan and I were going to speak with you later today… but Eywa pushed us to this, by giving you this gift and having us show you in a different way that we can take care of you.”

Us?

Together?

She and her husband…

She couldn’t mean… could she?

“May I touch you paskalin?” She asked gently. “Touch will ease the fire within you.”

Oh, Eywa, yes. Please.

Ronal laughed. Oh, had you said that out loud? You flushed, face getting a touch hotter, if that was possible. Then you were distracted by a pretty mouth caressing your own chastely and delicate hands with calloused fingertips gently sliding over your heated flesh. A wanton moan bounced off the grotto walls. “Yes, paskalin, let it out. Tell me your needs and I will fix it.”

“Please,” you begged. “Kiss me some more. Touch me some more. Anything. Everything. Please… just let it be you, Ma’tsahìk.”

The older woman hummed and slid onto the sleeping mat you had created, kneeling between your thighs and reaching up to remove her necklace. Her breasts were large for a Na’vi and her hardened nipples were a darker shade than her beautiful turquoise skin. And it was a sight to behold. You whined and reached for her eagerly, arms trembling. With a predatory look, she swooped in and kissed you hungrily, one arm holding herself up, the other sneakily cupping one of your own breasts, her thumb playing with your nipple, swallowing your moan of approval. She tasted sweet, of fruit and honey, and you could easily see yourself get addicted to her flavor.

Pulling back to breathe, Ronal moved down to your neck, kissing, sucking, nibbling your flesh as she played with you breast, humming in approval as you slid a hand down her back, fingers digging into the swell of her backside and shifting your hips to find you grinding against her knee. You released a whimper.

“Mawey, paskalin,” she teased, raking her fangs against a forming bruise upon your throat. “Trust me to take care of you.”

Her mouth found your neglected breast.

You couldn’t help but let out a whine as the tattooed woman sucked on your sensitive nipple, the pleasure causing your core to clench harder around nothing. Oh, how you needed it. Needed her. But she promised she would take care of you. As if reading your mind, her lips finally descended from your breast down your belly, licking and sucking at your hips, her fingers holding you down to prevent you squirming. Your eagerness for her attentions caused her to hum in glee. Finally, she came to the juncture of your legs. “Fuck,” Ronal breathed, surprising you with her foul language as her eyelids fluttered shut as her nostrils flares. “Oh, paskalin. You are so slick for me. Smell so sweet.”

You can’t help but nod almost frantically, hips faux fighting her strong grip, wanting to rock up against her face. “For you, yes, yes, yes,” you admit with a whining chant. “It’s always been you. Admire you. Adore you. Want you!” She smirked at that.

“Then you shall have me,” the older woman vowed. She finally pressed her face forward.

A tongue surprisingly broad swept up the lips of your vulva before it poked between them and found your clit, lightly stroking and making you nearly scream out a curse, her hands struggling to hold your hips as you arched into the touch that caused lightning to zap through you.

It didn’t register when a second set of hands, much larger than the ones before, suddenly held your hips down much firmer. You were too swept up in the feel of that tongue dipping and dancing between your folds, alternating between licks and gently prodding against your nub. And when two delicate fingers pressed into you, you choked on your moans and gasps, absently clasping onto the thick forearms to help ground yourself just a little. Ronal continued to feast upon you, withdrawing her fingers to slide her tongue into your depths. Where her fingers failed, her tongue found a spot that made you mewl and moan worse than before and that coil inside you wound tight.

“Oh please, oh please, oh please,” you sobbed, screaming out as a gentle pinch to your clit and her tongue pressing on that spongy spot inside you had your first orgasm of the day crash through you like a furious Akula. “RONAL!”

The older woman lapped at you like a hungry kitten, easing you through your afterglow with a smirk adorning her face that you only saw after you opened your eyes.

Tonowari stared down at you with a heated smirk as he left over his wife’s back to hold you down to your sleeping mat. “My turn,” he purred. Ronal slid over one of your thighs and laid down with her back to the cavern wall as her mate scooped you up easily and took your place on the bedding, lying back as you had been doing and dexterously adjusting you into a kneeling position above his chin. “Now sit, paskalin. It’s my turn to feast.”

Glancing at Ronal, she just smirked at you. “You are in for a treat,” she promised with a knowing smirk.

With one of his large, warm hands wrapped around one of our thighs, Tonowari cupped your backside with the other to support your weight and pulled you down onto his hungry mouth. Immediately, his tongue darted out to lick a stripe from your sensitive entrance to your clit, causing a high-pitched squeal to rip itself from your throat which nearly smothered his low moan.

Ronal nearly cackled in glee, questioning her mate, “She is divine, is she not, Muntxatan? She is even sweeter when she cums.” A hum of agreement was the only response before he truly began to feast upon your flesh.

Tonowari ate at your pussy like a man starved, voracious in his appetite, nose massaging at your clit while his tongue worked tirelessly inside of you, his arms preventing you from rocking your hips more than just lightly. You couldn’t help the movement as his experience coiled you tightly quickly, the cries and moans endlessly pouring from you as he quickly dragged you closer to your second orgasm. His tongue was even longer than his wife’s, thicker too and it wasn’t long before he coaxed you through a second orgasm, his name a stuttering scream. “T’no’ri!” It was a garbled mess but the intensity of two orgasms in less than an hour had you slurring and incoherent once more, shaking like a leaf in a storm, muscles twitching and spasming until it plateaued into bliss that left you feeling like boneless jelly.

Luckily, his wife was there to help ease you off of her husband’s face and manipulated your body to straddle his thighs.

“Oh,” you whined, seeing that at some point between you mounting his mouth and now, his tewng had disappeared and he was even more endowed than you had briefly allowed yourself to imagine. You should have realized, though, as the male was massive all-over, he would have a thick, long cock as well, slightly darker turquoise than his skin, almost rivaling Ronal’s nipples in shade and the stripes were raised and bumpy with little ridges and nodules.

Ronal smirked up at you and turned, kissing her husband’s messy face with her own.

“Say you want this paskalin,” Tonowari rumbled out, voice a deep purr that sent shovers down your spine.

You nodded with a whine, “Yes, please. Eywa, oh please.”

He guided you down slowly onto his shaft, the slick from your previous orgasms aiding his insertion, the achiness of your heat finally subsiding despite the pleasure he and Ronal had coaxed out of you.

You whined, feeling yourself stretch around his girth as you sank him in deeper and deeper inside of your body. Beside you, Ronal had made tsaheylu with her mat so she could share in on the pleasure. And then Tonowari began to move, guiding your hips over his fat cock and beginning to fuck up into your greedy cunt, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Shifting his legs into a bent position, it shifted the angle inside of you, allowing him even deeper penetration. His hands lifted you up and then he thrust up into you as you slid back down upon his cock, the head of his shaft bullying close to your cervix and causing stars to burst behind your eyelids.

“Oh, ‘Wari, yes, please,” you begged, grinding down on him, chasing your pleasure as it built higher and higher up inside of you. His thrusts became harder, sloppier, causing your whole body to shake as that coil in your belly tightened once more. “Oh, Eywa, don’t stop,” you sobbed, reaching out to ground yourself and intertwined your fingers with Ronal’s. “Please don’t stop! Knot me! Please!”

“Do it, muntxatan,” Ronal encouraged, her hand working steadily at her own center as she watched hungrily.

“Mine!” Tonowari snarled, gripping your hips tightly and slamming you down onto his cock. You came with a scream, your gummy walls camping down upon your Olo’eyktan’s length like a vice. His knot had begun to swell and he forced you down onto him one final time with a roar, locking you in place as he came, shooting ropes upon ropes of seed deep into your depths while your greedy depths milked his dry and filled your womb with potent seed.

The pleasure was overwhelming.

“I think we wore her out,” Tonowari chuckled as you lay there, half conscious a moment or two or five later.

You were only partially aware of when his wife smacked his arm. “It’s her first heat, brought on by the will of Eywa,” she reminded him, kissing your shoulder. “You will be kind to our ‘eve. She was untouched before me.” He must have rumbled something in response because the last thing you heard before drifting off for a short nap was, “Give her a moment then we may feast upon her honey again.”

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Originally Posted: 31 October 2023 Word Count: 5,357

AO3

@pandoraslxna, @eyweveng @teyamsatan @lovefrommeelise

[ashes-of-ailell]

Unit Info - Tyler-Rose Carter

The daughter of a blacksmith in Leicester, Tyler is incredibly skilled when it comes to making all sorts of weapons. Growing up reading all sorts of fairytales and watching her dad, Xander, make the weapons of various soldiers around Fodlan, Tyler loves knights and the stories some of them share with her. She hopes to one day become someone people can depend on for both friendship and protection.

Preferred Class: Falcon Knight

Birthday: 9th Great Tree Moon (19 - 24/25)

Strengths: Lance / Flying / Brawl

Weaknesses: Bow / Authority

Budding Talent: Authority

Unique Ability: Weaponsmith's Wisdom - When unit uses a combat art, chance for no durability to be lost.

Status: Weaponsmithing apprentice from Leicester

Personal Profile:

Interests: Weapons / Drawing

Likes: Cool Weapons / Lilies / Knights / Hugs / Peaceful Surroundings

Dislikes: Confrontation / Public Speaking

Personal History:

1161 - Born the child of Xander Carter, a blacksmith in Leicester.

1177 - Finds Max in the forest while on a short trip with her father.

1179 - Decides to travel alongside Lucien and the others to Garreg Mach.

1180 - Enrolls in the Officers Academy at Seteth's suggestion.

Supports:

Max / Lucien / Lunaris

Dorothea / Linhardt / Petra / Ferdinand

Felix / Sylvain / Ingrid / Dimitri

Ignatz / Hilda

Constance / Hapi

Byleth / Seteth / Manuela

Learnable Skills:

Sword: Wrath Strike - D / Grounder - C / Sunder - A

Lance: Tempest Lance - D / Knightkneeler - C / Monster Piercer - C+ / Swift Strikes - A

Axe: Smash - D / Helm Splitter - C / Focused Strike - C+

Bow: Curved Shot - D / Heavy Draw - C+

Brawl: Fading Blow - D / Rushing Blow - C / One-Two Punch - C+ / Healing Focus - B / Mighty Blow - A

Reason: Thunder / Sagitae

Faith: Heal / Restore / Rescue

Authority: Rally Movement / Battalion Renewal

Usual Class Path:

Commoner -> Soldier -> Pegasus Knight -> Falcon Knight

Favourite Gifts:

Owl Feather

Lily

Armoured Bear Stuffy

Whetstone

Legends of Chivalry

Riding Boots

Ceremonial Sword

Stylish Hair Clip

Disliked Gifts:

Blue Cheese

Exotic Spices

Training Weights

Lost Items:

Notes about Weapon Repair - Neatly written notes about which weapons in the training ground need maintenance.

Handmade Stuffy - A small, handmade yellow cat stuffy with a pink ribbon around its neck. Seems to be very well loved.

Favourite Tea Blends:

Chamomile

Lavender Tea

Seiros Tea

Favourite Meals:

Grilled Herring

Saghert and Cream

Fruit and Herring Tart

Garreg Mach Meat Pie

Fisherman's Bounty

Fish Sandwich

"My knowledge grows by the day" -Tyler, level up good stats (Pre-timeskip)

[wayward-lives]

Prompt list

Hey guys! This is all the prompts I had in my writing folder that I never got around to writing anything for. Some of them are just a couple of words or sentences, while others are absolute monsters. If any of you wanna do something based on one of these prompts, go for it! I'd love it if you tagged me or let me know, just so I can read/see where you've gone with it <3

"How about you take me out back and I don't call you tomorrow?" "How about I take you home after and you sneak out when I'm asleep?" // "You make a habit of sneaking around behind buildings?" "Last time I did, I fucked a cute guy. Maybe I'll get lucky again."

Nymph Bucky falls in love with a hiker who walks through his woods

Post WS. Bucky is in SHIELD custody and doesn’t remember Steve, but he remembers Natasha from the Red Room when she was a child

Vet Bucky. Steve is running from New York after the Snap and he hits a dog and brings it into Bucky's clinic

Bucky doesn't do relationships, but Steve keeps seeing him for sex and Bucky falls in love - friends with benefits (what's love got to do with it - Tina Turner)

College AU - Bucky is an international student who's paired with Steve's roommate Sam

Steve and Bucky are close friends, Steve is complaining one night about how annoying hook-up culture is, and Bucky suggests a FWB situation. Bucky's been in love with Steve for years and it's only when they start sleeping together that Steve realises that he feels the same way

Bucky recognises Steve during their fight on the bridge

Bucky and Steve had broken up, but they keep sleeping together whenever they run into each other

Shrunkyclunks: nurse Bucky works at Stark tower

"just friends who have sex sometimes and live together" where Bucky and Steve don't realise they're dating

Winter Soldier Steve/civilian Bucky

Pirate AU - Bucky's dad is a fisherman who takes Bucky out on trips. One day when Bucky's twelve, they're taken by the crew of the HYDRA, run by Captain Pierce. Pierce kills Bucky's father and keeps Bucky as a slave. Several years later the captain from a rival ship (Steve) is captured by Pierce and he and Bucky fall in love

A/B/O post-winter soldier where the mask doesn't come off and the WS is brought into custody at Avengers tower by Natasha, and Steve falls in love with him without knowing he's his long-lost mate

Steve survives the war but Bucky still falls off the train. In the 50's the Winter Soldier has a mission in New York and on his way is spotted by Rebecca Barnes's daughter, who's eight and has been told all about her uncle Buck. The daughter finds it so amazing that this total stranger looks exactly like uncle Buck and pulls him along to meet Rebecca, who has a breakdown and persuades the Winter Soldier to come home with her. The Winter Soldier just kinda goes along with it because nobody's ever been nice to him and this lovely woman has promised him meatloaf and pie and for some reason he knows that he really likes meatloaf and pie. Becca calls up Steve and the Winter Soldier moves in with Steve because Becca can't look after her amnesiac brother on top of two kids and a third on the way

Big Eden Shrinkyclinks AU

I hope it's warm in hell, because darling I hate the cold

My dreams look like you - Steve and Bucky used to be best friends during high school but lost contact when Steve moved away - they meet again at a mutual friend's party when Steve moves back home

Steve and Bucky used to be together and are both masked vigilantes. They have a bit of a rivalry going but the fun kind where they both kinda wanna fuck. Neither of them know who the other is.

Post WS - Steve and Sam move back to NY to be closer to the other avengers. Sam starts noticing someone following him and watching him and he soon realizes it’s Bucky. Sam starts gently trying to get Bucky to interact with him and starts buying him sweet pastries. Soon Bucky becomes more comfortable and lets Sam help him recover as long as Sam doesn’t tell Steve

(NSFW) Steve is a knight who often visits a manor house where a disgraced Lady lives. The Lady was disgraced for her promiscuous and sexual appetites, but she's comfortably set up in the Manor. Steve visits because the Manor's on a path he travels often, and it's one of the only places to rest for the night. The Lady always sends a group of her servants to service her guests, and Steve is used to this by now. Bucky is a new servant who works in the kitchen who's sent to Steve's chambers with food, and he sits by Steve's bed and hand-feeds him as Steve is serviced. Steve never takes his eyes off Bucky. Each time Steve visits after that, they manage to see each other

Bucky chooses to forget Steve and has his memory erased, because it’s too painful for him to be around Steve when he thinks that Steve doesn’t love him. A few years later Steve picks Bucky up in a bar and pretends not to know him

Prompt: My husband thinks that our parents arranged this marriage. We’ve been married for ten years now, and for ten years he has thought this. I’m not sure how to tell him that my parents wanted me to marry his older brother but I fell in love with the younger brother (my husband) so I pretended to be my parents and sent his parents a letter asking for his hand in marriage. And then the wedding invitations were being made, and it was too late for my parents to do anything. And I was very happily married to my Husband, but he courted me for two years after our marriage not knowing that I was already in love with him.

Steve falls for vet nurse and animal lover Bucky despite being allergic to pretty much all household pets and trying to hide it

Shrunkyclunks - a few dates in Steve tells Bucky he's Captain America, but Bucky doesn't believe him and thinks he's delusional. He doesn't tell Steve he doesn't believe him and has a moral crisis about whether or not he should be dating someone with such strong "delusions". Steve just thinks he's hit the jackpot with supportive boyfriends.

Pirate Captain Bucky captures Navy Captain Steve from his ship and holds him for ransom (very homoerotically) (steve is confused and horny)

Steve is a warrior in his village who's come down with a mysterious illness. The townspeople send him to the "evil" witch who lives in the forest to see if he can be healed

Weird a/b/o

Hardly any Queen Omegas, those who are a threat to national security. Bucky is the WS working to murder hydra and Steve is sent to take the same hydra base that the WS targets

[branwendaughterofllyr]

WIP WORD SEARCH GAME

tagged by the lovely @setnet who gave me the words:

river | help | often | shimmer | interests

I really only have one big WIP, so we’ll see what I scrounged up 😁

river - from “The Golden Slipper,” original

Katenka never thought she would feel sorry for a fish. Yet, when Papa handed her the bucket, she felt a stab of sympathy. The gleams of green scales circled continually against the dark wood planks, and when she saw how the pike-perch’s long striped fan of a fin knocked against the side of the bucket over and over again, Katenka knew she was going to be hungry tonight.

Mother peered over Taisiya’s shoulder, looking into the second bucket. “Osip, how much did you waste on these?

“Nothing, my love.” Papa grinned, his nose red as his lips. “It was actually in return for a favor. I lent a fisherman a hand last spring, hauling up his catch from the river, so he gave me these fish as thanks.”

Mother stood up, hands on her hips. “You worked for someone without getting payed!”

Papa shook his head and laughed. “It was just a small little favor, my love.” He grabbed Mother and kissed her. “We get what we give.”

help - from untitled Jonsa fic, ASOIAF

Her mother had taught Sansa how to swim when she was still too small to be scared. She remembered her mother taking Sansa into her arms, and lowering them both into the waters of the hot spring. Her small feet kicked out, as she explored the feeling of weightlessness. Sansa held her mother’s hands while she treaded water, helped up by both the water and her mother’s grip.

Catelyn showed Sansa how to float, to lay back and gaze at the frame the trees of the godswood made against the sky.

Sansa used to practice holding her breath, spending long moments completely below the surface. Curling her feet up, she wondered.

often - from “a poison tree,” HoTD/F&B

Cousin Rhaenyra may have Syrax, but she never goes anywhere on the dragon, not really, not like Lady Jeyne who always has the dust of somewhere else on her, with her steady horse and coin for ships. She was always going to and fro on her own business, from Maidenpool to Duskendale to Harrenhal and back again. She may go wherever she likes, even to Gulltown, simply because she wants to, and there is no one tell her different.

Alyssa thought she might very much like to travel, if it was in the company of Lady Jeyne, who never laughs but smiles often.

She had told her father that she might like to be a widow, and he had laughed. “Already plotting to do your poor husband to-be in? That’s the sort of thing you might get in trouble for.”

shimmer - from “a poison tree”

It was a child’s harp, made from a pale golden wood, with ravens carved up the pillar. Alyssa ran a hand along the strings, listening to the shimmering sound. “Is this for me?” she asked in wonderment.

“Indeed, it is,” Lady Jeyne said with warmth in her voice. “It is the same one I learned on as girl, and it’s been gathering dust at Harrenhal for years now. I thought it might be worth making it sing again.”

“Thank you, Lady Smallwood. But,” she said, frowning, “I do not know how to play.”

“I thought I might be the one to teach you.”

interests - from “a poison tree”

“I have never sought the crown, Rhaenyra. I have no taste for ambition, not for myself or my child."

“Nothing is final, as you said, Uncle. Have you not told me before that you had my best interests at heart? Your daughter is a Targaryen, a princess. She should be married to one of our own.”

Great fun!

tagging @cappymightwrite, @woodswit and @notbloodraven with the words and variants:

 salt | crackle | soft | hover | run 

[nycbagcls]

sohan pague.     he/him.     trans man.      ›spotted   at   the   met �� steps   ,   luka   kent   ,   most   likely   listening   to   gimme!   gimme!   gimme!   by   abba  with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-three   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be  -cynical  yet   +kindhearted   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   a   signature   denim   jacket   with   pins   on   the   pockets   //   getting   your   name   right   the   first   time   you   say   it   //   forcing   distance   from   family   in   order   to   find   yourself   //      a   seven-figure   bank   account   under   a   name   that’s   no   longer   yours   ,   followed   by   literally   just   old   spice   deodorant   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   director   anthony   kent’s   middle   child,   who   disowned   his   family   three   years   ago,   is   allegedly   working   at   a   starbucks   on   the   upper   east   side  ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .   ( muse b // subplot 1 )

DEMOGRAPHICS

name: luka kent

age: 23

gender: trans man, he/him

occupation: starbucks barista.

sexuality: bisexual

residence: a three-bedroom apartment shared by five people and two cats on the lower east side

languages: english, minimal french & portuguese

social class: lower, formerly upper 

education level: high school diploma, was accepted into nyu, deferred, and didn't end up going.

APPEARANCE

height: 5′6"

build: cuddly, but in shape

hair: brown, always cut short, minimal styling

eyes: hazel

piercings: lobes pierced, purposely doesn't wear.

tattoos: none 

PERSONALITY

+ kindhearted, caring, selfless

- cynical, pessimistic, bitter 

aesthetics: a   signature   denim   jacket   with   pins   on   the   pockets   //   getting   your   name   right   the   first   time   you   say   it   //   forcing   distance   from   family   in   order   to   find   yourself   //      a   seven-figure   bank   account   under   a   name   that’s   no   longer   yours // an apartment that may be considered too crowded, but you're never lonely // sending tiktoks to your friends at 2 in the morning // giggling over nonsense // the disillusionment of seeing childhood peers who may or may not recognize you now // gender euphoria, being shirtless at riis beach in the summer

PEOPLE TO KNOW (NPCs unless otherwise noted)

rebecca whitehall-kent, broadway producer mother

anthony kent, director father

older brother (player character, see wc on main)

younger brother (player character, see wc on main)

roommates (player characters, see wc on main eventually lol)

SKILLS, HOBBIES, MISC INFO

hobbies ;; guitar, pottery, has tried his hand at rug making, baking, and embroidery

likes ;; lattes with oat milk in the morning, the way the city is quiet when he's going to work, spending time with his roommates, cats, dogs, traveling (when he can afford it), going to the beach, his testosterone prescription, silly nonsense tiktoks, cuddling, movie nights, youtube video essays

dislikes ;; familial pressures, the excess wealth that's being hoarded by the 1%, societal pressures, the fact that the tabloids won't realize he's not A Kent(tm) anymore, feminine clothing, the fact that you have to pay just as much rent in february as you have to pay in any of the months with 31 days.

style ;; rarely seen without his trademark denim jacket, likes printed button-down shirts, jeans, converse, vans, fisherman's sweaters. you'll rarely see him in anything formal, but if he's forced into a formal situation, he'll rent a suit and tie.

ABOUT

trigger warnings for transphobia // dysphoria // familial neglect // injections

born [REDACTED], he was the only daughter of rebecca and anthony kent, and rebecca was overjoyed to have a little girl to raise into a mirror of her. but luka always knew that he wasn't who his mother wanted him to be, even before he had words for what he was feeling. every time he was forced into a dress, he would throw a fit, causing the family to be late to many a premiere or red carpet event.

as a child, he was in a few of his father's movies as a background or minor character - it was kind of richard's thing, putting his kids in scenes in his films. it was cool, for a while, before it became just another thing he dreaded - being in the movie meant seeing himself looking wrong, and there weren't words to describe how much he hated it.

luka always hated the way that the kents could never go out to dinner, go see a movie, do anything without eyes and cameras on them. he loved new york, don't get him wrong, he still does, but there were days that he wished that they lived anywhere where the paparazzi and rumor mill didn't exist the way it does in the big apple. he's jealous of the people who have never been affected by the severe lack of privacy that he experienced.

as luka grew up, he got access to the internet, and he started finding words for himself. transgender, primarily. the word felt freeing, like he could finally understand why he hated his brothers for the fact that their mother never tried to force them into dresses for premieres, why he hated them for being able to go out and play in the rain and get their clothes all muddy, why they seemed so comfortable in their bodies while luka hated every single second of puberty. he started transitioning socially with peers online when he was sixteen, though he didn't bring it up to his family until he was nearing eighteen, afraid of repercussions.

he was right to fear - as soon as he spoke up, there were a lot of tears shed, primarily from his mother; things about how he'd always be her little girl, and how could he do this to them, and a bunch of other shitty things that he's tried to block out of his memory since then.

that was when he deferred his acceptance to nyu, not sure he wanted to go to college under his deadname, not sure who he wanted to be at all. he knew that there were people talking about him, knew that there were people staring at the back of his head whenever he went out in public, and he hated all of it.

he spent two more years with his family trying to put up with it, but, on his twentieth birthday, he was at his breaking point. he couldn't handle being called [REDACTED] and all of the "she/her"s he got from his mother, couldn't handle the way he looked in the mirror, couldn't handle the way his voice sounded wrong every time he opened his mouth.

luka was on one of his trademark depression walks when he saw a sign on a stoplight pole asking are you searching for roommates? want to live with cool people? must be queer-friendly and like cats and listing a phone number to call. he stared at that sign for way too long, his hand on his phone in his pocket. he dialed the number, made the call, and had agreed to move in by the next week.

packing up all of the few things he loved, luka moved into his current apartment on the lower east side within the week. it was also that week that he found himself a job at a starbucks, and took the last chunk of money out of his old bank account that he would ever use - a down payment on his top surgery, and the first payment for his new testosterone prescription. he took his first shot surrounded by his roommates (and new best friends), and he hasn't looked back since. this life is the one he's chosen, and he may be poor, but he's happy.

GOSSIP

director   anthony   kent’s   middle   child,   who   disowned   his   family   three   years   ago,   is   allegedly   working   at   a   starbucks   on   the   upper   east   side

this is true and luka has no shame about it at all. it pays his portion of the rent & utilities and allows for some additional cash to spend on things he'd like to do, like his pottery classes. they also have gender affirming care covered, so he's planning on working there for the foreseeable future.

CONNECTIONS

roommates — (  luka lives with two queer couples on the lower east side. they have two cats. this is very much a found family relationship; the five of them are ride or die and they have been since they met luka three years prior. they could have known each other for longer, though!. ) // 0/4

friends (present) — (  they've only known luka post-disowning his family and his transition. they're also a support system for him, though not as close as his roommates are. they're the people who get invited over after drag shows, for movie nights, for early morning pancakes and coffee on luka's days off ) //

friends (past) — (  they knew luka before he was luka. they cared about him, but he always seemed a little closed off, more distant than others. it was rare to see him truly smile, let alone laugh. they haven't spoken regularly in three years. ) //

not the kid you once knew — (  actors on his father's films! luka knew them all from his trips to set as he was growing up, and they may have thought they knew him, too, because he put on a happy face, even though he was dying inside. they may not recognize him if they see him on the street now. ) //

family friends — (  friends of his parents' kids. they spent a lot of time as kids together. they haven't heard from him at all in the past three years. ) //

muse a (see subplot page on the main)

brothers (wc tbd)

[fresne999]

Like

Aunt Tiger / Bear - Alabama 1870s - Young woman rescues her niece from Aunt Tiger/Bear - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aunt_Tiger

An Athabasca Story - Alaska, interior. As is, no notes. https://blogs.uoregon.edu/eng104/2015/02/05/the-athabascan-allegory/

The Changing Woman - Arizona - 1960s - Any of these stories worked together with a young Dine working to get voting rights - http://www.hanksville.org/voyage/navajo/ChangingWoman.php3

Jack and the Beanstalk - Arkansas - 1950s Living in grinding poverty, Jack trades the family cow for a magic bean. When a bean stalk rises to the sky, armed with his fiddle and some pluck, can he win a fortune in the sky?

12 Dancing Princesses - CA Hollywood 1920s. There's some Epic of Gilgamesh imagery in the story, so Babylon, US Babylon, Hollywood. There are 12 starlets held in a compound for various things, but every morning, their dancing shoes are in tatters. Enter a worn out gumshoe (with the help of one of the female stars - maybe one of the girls is secretly her daughter) to find out the secret.

Goldilocks and the Three Bears - Colorado - Goldilocks is a blond US soldier who shows up at the house of a hidalgo, and tries all the beds and food, while the hidalgo and his family are away. 

The Frog Prince - Connecticut - Gilded Era. Tell the story as if Hetty from Ghosts were telling the story, and that's one durable-ass frog.

Fairy Gifts - Delaware - 1950s - The story as is, but during the post-war years. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy_Gifts

The Tale of the Doomed Prince - Florida - 1970s The story, they are relocated Vietnamese after the Vietname war.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tale_of_the_Doomed_Prince

Hansel and Gretel - Georgia - 1830s - 1850s - Trail of Tears Cherokee children surviving and overcoming the evil witch / disease on the trail to Oklahoma. 

Maui Slows the Sun - Hawaii - now. What it sounds like on the Tin. Also, Maui is building a solar farm.

The Heart of Princess Joan - Idaho now - Girl's heart is stolen by social media. Like in a new gods sort of way. Story is her quest to find her own heart.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Heart_of_Princess_Joan 

Little Red Riding Hood - Illinois, Chicago. Worlds Fair 1893. She's a farm girl heading for adventure in the big city. Racing against the edge. Midwest gothic / horror in that she's lured to lodging called Grandma's place, but it's run by a serial killer. She works together with another girl to turn the tables.

Iron John - Indiana - 1990s to now - Iron John with tractor pulling. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_John

Little Bull Calf - Iowa 1980s. It's all 4H, but also the https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Little_Bull-Calf

The Fisherman and the Jinni - Kansas 1950s - Story as is, but it's during the bloody battles over whether Kansas would be a free state. The jinn/bottle is there because of a tornado. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fisherman_and_the_Jinni

The Devil and his Grandmother - Kentucky 1970s / 80s - Story as is, but Vietnam veterans & the whip helps with the stock market or some such thing. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Devil_and_his_Grandmother

Cinderella - Louisiana - 1850s. Her father is a plantation owner. Her mother was enslaved. Her dad's will manumitted her / freed her. But step-mom hides the paperwork. The "prince" is an abolitionist, who helps her find the paperwork, the $ that should come to her for her years of free labor, and move to an abolitionist state.

Dick Wittington and his cat / Puss in Boots - New York - Gilded Age. There are gangs, debutants, and a plucky lad with a talking cat.

Sinbad the Sailor - Maine 1990s. Old man shit talking about his adventures to a grandchild in a bar. As the story progresses, it's clear all the stories are true. 

Wendigo - Maryland - 1870s - Young woman thwarts a wendigo out ot eat her as she and her family travel through the woods.

Bluebeard - Massachusetts - 1740s. Boston to made up small town. A Bostonian woman marries a wealthy man as her family is in dire straights. She doesn't know he's a mass murdering fiend with a New England Gothic house. He doesn't know she is touched by the fey. Shenanigans.

Pied Piper of Motown - Michigan, Detroit, 1960s - African American singer transforming / creating rock and roll. Leading the children of the nation to "wickedness" of dancing. 

East of the Sun and West of the Moon - Minnesota 1930s - Stick fairly close to the original fairytale, but also tie it into the elements into the Civilian Conservation Core restoring the forest / restoring the prince from a bear to a natural form.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_of_the_Sun_and_West_of_the_Moon

Aladdin - Mississippi - 2001 - Arab American negotiating being Arab American after 9/11, but also magic. 

Zombie Road - Missouri - Early 2000s, a group of ghost hunters visit Zombie Road. Will they survive?

The White Snake - Montana 1880s - Story as is but the princess is the daughter of a rancher. The young servant is a former Buffalo Soldier. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_White_Snake

Father Frost - Nebraska 1910s - The story as is. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Father_Frost_(fairy_tale)

Rumplestilskin - Nevada - 1860s. Woman marries a wealthy mining king with the help of Rumplestilskin. It's the wild west. It's rooting, tooting, there's a strange magic man whose name she's got to guess to save her child. 

The Seven Swans - New Hampshire - 1950s - A young woman is committed to an asylum for killing her children. Actually, she's under a curse to weave shirts for her brothers who went missing during the war. Is it a delusion? Is it reality. Story told from the POV of a young nurse at the facility, who falls in love with the woman. 

Sleeping Beauty - New Jersey - She works in a factory with something toxic. All the girls are getting sleeping illness. She was the first. Her lesbian union organizing girlfriend is in a race against time to figure out how to get help to cure her.

Godfather Death - New Mexico 1980s. Aids crisis. A young man comes to believe he is the godson of death, who appears at the foot of people who will die and at the head of folks who will live. He attempts to trick Death into saving the life of his boyfriend, but in the end can only trade the wax in his own candle of life to save him. 

Rip Van Winkle - New York, NYC. Dude falls asleep in 1900  and wakes up in 2000. Shenanigans ensue.

Br'er Rabbit - North Carolina - 1960s Br'er Rabbit, a young african american, is on a journey to visit his grandmother down south. He's got a green book. He's got wit. Racism is thwarted, but with some close calls. 

The Stallion Houssan - North Dakota. 1920s. He's a farm kid (boy or girl) involved in running bathtub gin into the US during prohibition. Talking car gives warnings about the law and double crossing mobsters.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stallion_Houssan_(Sudanese_folktale)

The Devil's Sooty Brother - Ohio - Post WWII African American man. Story otherwise as is. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Devil%27s_Sooty_Brother

The Fisherman/huntsman and his Wife - 1930s Oklahoma - The story with prohibition era examples. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fisherman_and_His_Wife

Beauty and the Beast - Oregon - 1880s. She's a runaway from her controlling Gilded Era -- either incest-daddy or she's a high class prostitute -- a mail order bride to a gruff lighthouse keeper. Can she learn to love him? Can they avoid the evil tendrils of her past. Some magical realism from the landscape should come into play.

Sleepy Hollow - Pennsylvania - As is. No notes. 

The Boy Who Cried Wolf - Rhode Island - 1776 - Fairytale as is, but its the British are Coming. 

The Gray Man - South Carolina - 1880s - A Gullah woman living on the coastal islands befriends the Gray Man (ghost who warns of storms), and is able to save her town from a storm.

Le Chevalier Fortune - South Dakota - Young woman pretends to be a man to make her fortune / help her family. Shenanigans. Or an African American pretends to pass. Shenanigans. But also magic - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belle-Belle_ou_Le_Chevalier_Fortun%C3%A9

The Ant and the Grasshopper - Tennessee - 1980s - Story as is, but a commentary on right wing propaganda about folks on welfare. 

Ali Baba and the 40 thieves - Texas - 1930s wildcatters for oil. Same deal, but searching for that texas gold.

The Water Mother - Utah - 1880s. Story as is, but during that time. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Water_Mother

Rapunzel - Vermont - now or nevertime - Hiker goes through a portal to encounter a tower where there's a young woman with very long hair. No need young lady, "I'm out mountain climbing." Sort of a silly counter take to the whole story. 

The Bunny Man - Virginia - young person dealing with Bunny Man - https://bestlocalthings.com/va/myths-urban-legends

Snow White - Washington. Seattle. 1880s A young woman is brought to the US from China through legal shenanigans for sex work. However, her mother's spirit is helping her through a magic crab / fish / tree. Take your pick. She manages to get her freedom and owns an empire of laundry services. The 7 dwarves are 7 other immigrants, who help her along the way. 

Catherine's Destiny - West Virginia 1960s - It's the fairy tale, but Catherine is a country western singer. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_and_Her_Destiny

Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor - Wisconsin - 1950s - Sailor gets shipwrecked on an island in the great lakes. Saved by a talking --- whatever animal works for you. 

Ship of Death - Wyoming - 1980s. Group of teens camping on the Platte River sees the Death ship. Dun Dun Dun. Slasher horror movie ish. 

Okay, odd question: If you were going to adapt potentially up to 50 fairy tales of your choice, moving the action to the United States, but were supposed to set only one story in each state (doing that fairy-tale-shared-universe thing where each story takes place in a different kingdom in the same world, and then treating states like kingdoms), what are some stories you would chose to pair with particular states?

[chaosssinabottle]

What if, @angry-geno-is-score , the Pirate (or fisherman) and the Siren had a daughter?

I probably shouldn’t read A/B/O fic before bed…

[wolfsbanemanor]

Lilith Headcanons

Lilith and Caleb are twins. She is the older of the two. They were born prematurely, but she was the stronger and healthier of the two of them.

When she was younger, she preferred to play outside. She was all about soccer, while her brother was all about piano.

She didn't get quite as much attention from her parents as Caleb did.

She loved to paint. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to be a painter like her mother, or a pro-athlete like her idols on TV. She knew she didn't want to follow her father into medicine, and told him as much.

She had baby names all picked out before she even had her first period. She always wanted to be a mother, and to have a large family.

As a teenager, she began to rebel against the expectations her religious father had. She snuck alcohol from her parents' liquor cabinet, she experimented with weed, she "messed around" with half the boys in her class (and may or may not have made out with another girl, too), she broke curfew, she read Henry Puffer at the Willow Creek library (a book forbidden in their super-religious household), she sassed her parents (her father in particular), she flirted with men old enough to be her father, she read yaoi fanfiction, she played with a Ouija board, she tossed her purity ring into the bayou (and rumor has it a fisherman found it when he went to mount the guppy he caught) and she stole a tube of lipstick from the Sims equivalent of CVS just for the rush. (That one earned her a month-long grounding from her parents, and community service from the court.) This made her goody-two-shoes cousin Lily suspicious of her. (That's part of what Lily meant when she said Lilith had more of a "dark side" than Caleb. The other part is how she fell under Vlad's influence more quickly.)

She got a tattoo of birds in flight, reflecting her desire to be free from those expectations. When Edward saw it, he was fit to be tied! But, as angry as he was at the fact that his children left his religion and rebelled against his rules, he never stopped loving them or caring about them. Artesia would never admit it in front of Edward, but she loved Lilith's tattoo. And her Dark Form tattoo "levels up" into a pair of angel-like wings.

She didn't always have the best relationship with food thanks to diet culture. This may be reflected in her "withered stomach" vampire weakness. This weakness of hers breaks her brother's heart. Especially knowing that...

She became a vampire to help him. She blamed herself for what Miss Hell had done to him (though given that it took place in a restroom, there probably wasn't anything she could realistically have done to stop it). She found Vlad on the computer while searching for answers, and he took advantage. He took advantage of her grief for her parents, her desire for a better life, her self-blame for what had happened to Caleb, and her desire to help her twin. He offered her what had seemed to be comfort and empathy. And when he came to her house, she eagerly agreed to let him turn her.

When she became a vampire, drinking blood just came naturally to her. It didn't for Caleb. (And no, she's not as scrupulous about asking for permission as he is.)

Shortly after becoming a vampire, she started dating Travis Scott. (The Willow Creek guy, not the singer.) But her vampirism proved to be a deal-breaker for him, and it didn't last. Caleb remarks that, of all the boyfriends Lilith had over the years (and she had a lot), Travis was his favorite.

On some level, she knows that Vlad had been gaslighting her, but she's still more under his influence than Caleb is. Her relationship with her Maker is...complicated.

The necklace she wears used to belong to her mother. Before that, it belonged to her mother, and her mother before that. It's been in the family for at least four generations, and came over from The Old Country. Lilith hopes that she has a daughter someday to pass it on to.

Growing up, Lilith was always super protective of Caleb, because he got picked on a lot in school. She got in trouble for fighting a lot, but she never regretted it.

[the-firebird69]

Watchmen | Official Tease | HBO

This is exactly what Max wanted you to do and what you're doing you're running around threatening the whole world with devices for them it's what they're saying it's what their goal was and they're pushing you to do it and here you are and there's a few years ago saying it out loud because you're a bunch of assholes and this is when you were big you had enough of your regular job and you were saying it it's because of weakness and you're disgustingly stupid and you fell for their stuff and you're falling for it and a lot of you are kind of terrorists and that's what you do and your boss Trump is a terrorist and they're allowing him in the media and get away with stuff and it's a mistake and he's having fun terrorizing people that's what he's doing and he's doing it to all of you and including the max who are still allowing him to do it and they wanted air of lawlessness because with or without you they can still build their stuff feed their people on them they're underground and they're not part of your society and this guy is a complete failure and he's encouraging terrorism with his activities and actions and verbage and he has almost no resistance to it.

The marking down all of his comments and we are going after him and pushing him just like the max to take him down because of his posture and others like him soon he'll be dead completely in a New York City it goes through probably 50 to 80% of his higher ups who have this idiotic talk and they're completely erased and just a few days coming up soon the rest of his organization falls to pieces in minutes and he gets lynched globally like he was saying our sun would and the guy is a peevish little b**** her son's alone out there and you can't figure it out at all everyone's been explaining it to you by pumping you full of iron they've been telling you. And you ruined the ACT for almost your whole realm but you started with a clan who had a really powerful one and the max were doing it a little and you did a lot and it ruined them they're ruined and they hate you and it turned into a life and death situation and we had to act and apparently that's what we needed and it's true and it works and it's working now in our father and mother respectfully say to us remember that these are people that were slaughtering and were right in our judgment and they need to be slaughtered and this is what's required and it really is but boy is it hard to identify you screaming idiots honestly goodness you ruin your chances of survival with your asinine approach you don't even believe our son and daughter when they say that they're down there growing their army using your your stupid bunker in westborough that's what they did you weren't using it as governor they figured they grab you if you get if you went there you're so goddamn stupid that you can't figure out what this is true because they're rubbing it in cuz you're such a huge a****** he sits here and yells and hopes to go off and try and become your little sheriff guy cuz you're getting beat up every time and we're putting a hit on you Trump cuz he a****** next door and you're the a****** named Sam and you pilot the boat down fisherman's village and your dead meat or putting a hit on you e can run off and try and do it because everyone's going to kill your f****** ass. He also John remillard and there's hits on you already they're going to look it up and go after you and you're going to go get in your copy uniform and you're not even here you sneak out all the time still and people see you all the time you're a huge f****** moron cuz he hates the s*** out of you if you're here or not he's sitting there attacking you

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[hbhughes]

John "Jack" E. Harvilla, Jr.

John “Jack” E. Harvilla, Jr., 95, of Forty Fort, passed away on Saturday, October 21, 2023, at Wilkes-Barre General Hospital.

Jack was born in Hazleton on February 20th, 1928, son of the late John and Mary Hollick Harvilla. He was a Class of 1945 graduate of Hazleton High School. He served in the US Army during the Korean War as an Optics Specialist. He later attended Virginia Polytech and Electronics Technician School in New York. Jack was employed by RCA Services Company until his retirement. He later worked at Midway Quick Mart.

Jack was very active in the community, he was a Boy Scout Leader and a member of St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Parish, Swoyersville. He was an avid bowler, fisherman, enjoyed playing cards and the slots at the casino. He was a big fan of Nascar, as well as the Philadelphia Eagles and Phillies.

He is preceded in death by his parents, as well as brothers, Edward and Thomas Harvilla, and sister, Anne Kostanesky.

Jack is survived by his loving wife of 72 years, Elsie Carr Harvilla; son, Alan Harvilla and wife Patti, of Swoyersville, and daughter, Elaine Weale and husband Paul, of Forty Fort; grandchildren, Joshua Weale and wife April, of Swoyersville, Kelli Mera and husband Michael, of Clarks Green, Colin Weale, of Forty Fort, and Casey Belcastro and husband Matt, of West Homestead, PA. He is also survived by great grandsons, Landon and Cameron Mera; sister Lillian Podlesney and husband Charles, of Manheim, PA; as well as many nieces, great nieces and nephews.

Mass of Christian Burial will be held at 11 AM on Saturday, October 28th, 2023, at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Parish, 116 Hughes St., Swoyersville.

Family and friends are asked to call at the church from 10 until service time. Funeral arrangements are entrusted to Hugh B. Hughes & Son, Inc. Funeral Home, Forty Fort.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions can be made to, St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Parish, 116 Hughes St., Swoyersville, PA 18704; or the Salvation Army Wilkes-Barre, 17 S. Pennsylvania Ave., Wilkes-Barre, PA 18701.

[wikiuntamed]

On this day in Wikipedia: Friday, 13th October

Welcome, שלום, Willkommen, Bienvenue 🤗 What does @Wikipedia say about 13th October through the years 🏛️📜🗓️?

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13th October 2018 🗓️ : Death - Annapurna Devi Annapurna Devi, Indian surbahar (bass sitar) player (b. 1927) "Annapurna Devi (17 April 1927 – 13 October 2018) was a Bengali Indian surbahar player of Hindustani classical music. She was given the name 'Annapurna' by Maharaja Brijnath Singh of the former Maihar Estate (M.P.), and it was by this name that she was popularly known. She was the daughter and..."

13th October 2013 🗓️ : Event - Navaratri During the Hindu festival of Navaratri at a temple in Madhya Pradesh, India, rumours about an impending bridge collapse caused a stampede that resulted in 115 deaths. "Navaratri is an annual Hindu festival observed in honour of the goddess Durga, an aspect of Adi Parashakti, the supreme goddess. It spans over nine nights (and ten days), first in the month of Chaitra (March/April of the Gregorian calendar), and again in the month of Ashvin (September–October). It..."

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13th October 1973 🗓️ : Death - Cevat Şakir Kabaağaçlı Cevat Şakir Kabaağaçlı, Turkish ethnographer and author (b. 1886) "Cevat Şakir Kabaağaçlı (17 April 1890 – 13 October 1973; born Musa Cevat Şakir; pen-name "The Fisherman of Halicarnassus", Turkish: Halikarnas Balıkçısı) was a Cretan Turkish writer of novels, short-stories and essays, as well as a keen ethnographer and travel writer...."

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13th October 1923 🗓️ : Event - Ankara Ankara becomes the capital of Turkey. "Ankara ( ANG-kə-rə, US also AHNG-kə-rə; Turkish: [ˈaŋkaɾa] ), historically known as Ancyra and Angora, is the capital of Turkey. Located in the central part of Anatolia, the city has a population of 5.1 million in its urban center and 5.7 million in Ankara Province, making it Turkey's..."

Image licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0? by Boubacar Amadou Cisse

13th October 1822 🗓️ : Death - Antonio Canova Antonio Canova, Italian sculptor (b. 1757) "Antonio Canova (Italian pronunciation: [anˈtɔːnjo kaˈnɔːva]; 1 November 1757 – 13 October 1822) was an Italian Neoclassical sculptor, famous for his marble sculptures. Often regarded as the greatest of the Neoclassical artists, his sculpture was inspired by the Baroque and the classical revival, and..."

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13th October 🗓️ : Holiday - Azerbaijani Railway Day (Azerbaijan) "There are several public holidays in Azerbaijan. Public holidays were regulated in the constitution of the Azerbaijan SSR for the first time on 19 May 1921. They are now regulated by the Constitution of Azerbaijan...."

Image by Azim Azimzade (1880-1943)

[hexxxboys]

Storm

Stage Name: Storm

Birth Name: Lapis Jeon Nazgul 

Position in Group: Roadie , bodyguard and sometime bassist for the band. 

Age: 27

Pronouns:  He/They/Them

Sexuality:  Bisexual

Dom/Sub/Switch: Dom 

Relationship Status: Highly selective multi

Birthday: December 21st

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Blood Type: B

Height: 6′8

Eye color: Dark brown

Current Hair color: jet black with electric blue undertones

Supernatural Species: Water Elemental  

Personality: Emotionally keeps to himself.  He is good at reading people making it hard for them to keep secrets from him. He has an uncontrollable rage towards his mother and siblings and anyone related to them. He is a bit detached within themselves do to the fact that they don’t really know anything about themselves including where he came from or why he was born in the first place which adds to his rage/hatred towards his birth mother.  They sometimes feel stuck , lost and confused which makes him lash out violently at times due to his frustrations of his inner struggles. This makes him act a bit cold and distant at times. 

Once he opens up he is actually very kind , loving , protective , loyal , clingy and a bit needy. He loves affection and to be praised. He is also a romantic but that side is very reserved for that one special person. 

Bio: Lapis is from a small fisherman town in south korea. He was abandoned by his birth mother and left in the care of his aunt however things are a lot more complicated than just that. 

Lapis’s mother ( Jiyeong ) and aunt ( Jisoo )  were once very close , they had a normal childhood until their father died in a boat accident. The girls’ mother married rather quickly in order to provide for her family but this sudden marriage brought problems with it. Their stepdad was abusive and conflicted with the eldest daughter –Jisoo to the point that she left the house. This broke Jiyeong’s heart. Since then she became a rebellious teen that would sneak out of the house every time she could and get into terrible situations however her sister was always there for her. 

One day the sisters were at the beach celebrating Jisoo’s birthday when they decided to go out for a midnight swim. The two were slightly drunk while swimming and did not notice the storm that was starting. In a blink of an eye tragedy stroke , Jisoo was pulled into the ocean leaving Jiyeong traumatise for the rest of her life. After that incident she ran away from home , being in her hometown was just too painful and there was nothing for her there so she left to start a new life. However Jiyeong ended up joining a cult where she was offered as a sacrifice to a powerful demonic god being titled  the devourer of words .

This god was known for destroying anything he deemed unworthy but was responsible for being into the world the four horsemen of the apocalypse. He was also known for choosing a bride to have theses sons with them however the god would only have offspring with women who had rare and exceptional qualities that would transfer over to their future offspring , unknowing at the time but Jiyeong had all that which made the demonic god attach himself to her the moment he was summoned. After the ritual was made and he had been brought back into the world , he was able to forcefully conceive with Jiyeong as he took her as his bride. However the spell that was cast to summon the demonic god was weak and it slowly faded causing it to break , sending the demon back to the netherrealm. Meanwhile Jiyeong was able to snap out of her  brainwash-like state and escape the cult. She eventually returned to her hometown to get away from the nightmare her life had been and it was in that moment something unexpected happened.

As Jiyeong wandered onto the same beach she had lost her sister in a year and half ago , something in the ocean caught her eye. As it slowly emerged from the water she realised it was her sister. They were never able to find her body and everyone assumed that the waves had dragged her far but Jiyeong couldn’t believe that her sister was walking towards her at that moment. She wasn’t the same , her eyes were white , her skin was an icy blue and her lips were dark. There was seaweed in her hair along with barnacles attached to her legs. This was not the same sister she knew and loved but Jiyeong knew it was still her somehow. The two sisters talked for hours , catching up with what had happened to them since that fateful day. It turned out that Jisoo did die but her body was found by a sea warlock who replaced her heart with a siren’s allowing her to live and breathe underwater. Jisoo had also learned magic becoming a witch of the sea. 

After hearing all that her sister went through , Jiyeong had broken down and asked for forgiveness then continued in telling her about the cult and what had happened to her. The reaction that Jisoo gave her sister wasn’t the one that the younger one was expecting. Jisoo was so intrigued that she told her sister that she had to keep the baby if she indeed was pregnant. That made Jiyeong upset but she was so scared of the possibility of being pregnant that she agreed to have it if it meant that her sister would be by her side. That is what happened–four months had passed by and Jiyeong had an unexpected abortion causing her to almost die but Jisoo helped her sister give birth and save the baby in which she lied to her sister and told her it had died during birth which caused Jiyeong to feel a sense of relief. 

After Jiyeong had recovered , she stoled a book on witchcraft and runes from her sister before running away once again. At this point in her life Jiyeong was done with the occult and wanted to get away from it all. Once Jisoo had returned she had realised her sister was missing but it didn’t bother her cause she wanted the child. She was fascinated with the idea of a little demon child she could raise and call her own . Jisoo raised that child the best she could , teaching it all sorts of magic. In her mind she wanted him to become powerful so he could reshape the world to how she wanted it to be. But as the child grew so did his inner turmoil. 

Lapis felt lonely , being a child on a small island in the middle of nowhere wasn’t ideal for a little boy. He grew to hate his ‘mother’ and everything she believed in or stood for , he was sick of being kept from the rest of the world especially after finding out his heritage. 

For years Lapis was told he was special , that his father was a very powerful entity and if he wanted he could destroy the world and make a new one but that wasn’t what he wanted. In fact Lapis never knew what he wanted until he had his very first dream. A dream in which he had a family , a loving mother , a proud father and siblings to play with. It was such a nice dream that he didn’t want to wake up from it but it helped him realise that it was something he craved. This idea of the perfect family stayed with him until he found out the truth of his  ‘father’ and his siblings. He felt anger towards his mother for keeping that information from him that he eventually ran away from their home.  

The more he travelled the more he learned about his father and his siblings and that caused confusion that turned into rage , not understanding why he had been left behind , why he was different from the others–it made him feel less than special. The only thing that kept him going was the idea of having a family but this dream quickly came crashing down the moment Lapis met Briar Salem. 

Lapis became obsessed with Briar , he found them to be perfect in every possible way but the moment he found out that Briar belonged to Manikya Nazgul something snapped within him. It had been sometime that Lapis had found out that Maikya was his brother and the pure thought that his brother had the life he so desperately wanted drove him mad with envy. Things only got worse when he found out that Briar was expecting a child , that was the last straw for him. The boiling rage Lapis felt made him want to destroy anything that belonged to Manikya and that included his lover and child. He let that rage control him, causing him to hunt the child and torment him but if it wasn’t for Glory , Lapis would have gotten rid of him years ago. 

There was a point in time where lapis was about to give up and move on from his personal vendetta towards Nazgul and his loved ones until he realised that he had another sibling. A human sibling that his birth mother abandoned years ago who was also living his dream. Not only did he have to deal with the fact that his brother from his father’s side was in a relationship with the person he was in love with and had a child with, but also finding out that he has a half human brother who gets to share that experience. That drove him insane to the point he concocted a plan to enter HEX somehow and destroy them from the inside. 

[thunderingoutlaw]

AU 03 - A : MODERN FANTASY

Tag: more than a damned battery [modern fantasy au]

Applies to: modern-day settings with magical elements

Backstory Changes: - born to a fisherman and a pub owner - took an early interest in ships and engineering, did well in sciences in school - came into his powers at ~13, had to change schools to be around fellow students with magical abilities; further away from home - went to university for engineering, but only got his Bachelor's, felt too guilty over the amount of money spent on his education to continue any further - took on a few shorter-term part-time jobs, including in retail and food service; eventually found a job in a car repair shop, worked his way up to being one of the chief mechanics

Other Changes: - lives in a second-floor flat half a dozen blocks from his workplace; used to live there with his adopted daughter, but she now has her own flat - travels primarily by walking or public transit - honed his control to the degree of being able to jumpstart a car, test circuits, etc - works on little side projects with his daughter when he's free - routinely supports / joins protests over social justice issues, regularly volunteers with local food banks & shelters, etc

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AU 03 - B : MODERN , NO POWERS

Tag: still fights worth winning [modern powerless au]

Applies to: modern-day settings without magical elements

Backstory Changes: - pretty much the same as AU 03-A, just no electricity magic & not being transferred to a separate school

[wangwill66]

伊索寓言

H：少時買伊索寓言英文版，想藉讀伊索提昇英文能力，結果讀幾篇即放棄。想像與實際有很長的距離。「《伊索寓言》相傳為公元前六世紀被釋放的古希臘奴隸伊索所著的寓言集，並加入印度、阿拉伯及基督教故事，共357篇。」故事很多，只能一點一點讀，貪多不易消化。20230608W4

網路資料：

伊索寓言目錄

2015.10.19起

A

The Ass, the Fox, and the Lion 驢、狐狸與獅子

； 

The Ass and His Burdens 驢子與所馱貨物；

The Ass and the Grasshopper驢子與蚱蜢；

The Ants and the Grasshopper 螞蟻與蚱蜢

B

The Bat and the Weasels 蝙蝠與黃鼠狼

 

；

The Bee and Jupiter 蜜蜂與宙斯

；

The Bear and the Travelers 熊與旅行的人；

The Blind Man and the Cub 盲人與幼獸；

The Boy Hunting Locusts 捕蝗蟲的男孩；

The Bear and the Fox 熊和狐狸

C

The Cat and the Mice 貓與鼠；

The Cat and the Birds 貓與鳥；

The Crow and the Pitcher 烏鴉與瓶子；

The Cock and the Jewel 公雞和寶石；

The Charcoal-Burner and the Fuller 燒炭夫與漂布夫

D

The Dog and the Shadow 狗與影子

E

　

F

The Fir-Tree and the Bramble 冷杉與荊棘；

The Flea and the Man 跳蚤與人

； 

The Frogs Asking for a King 祈求有一個國王的青蛙們；

The Fox and the Monkey 狐狸與猴子；

The Fox and the Grapes 狐狸與葡萄；

The Father and His Sons 父親與孩子們；

The Father and His Two Daughters 父親與他的兩個女兒；

The Fisherman Piping 吹笛的漁夫；

The Fawn and His Mother 小鹿與牠的母親；

The Farmer and the Snake 農夫與蛇；

The Farmer and the Stork 農夫與鸛；

The Fox Who Had Lost His Tail 失掉尾巴的狐狸；

The Fox and the Goat 狐狸和山羊

The Gnat and the Bull 蚊子與公牛；

The Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs 下金蛋的鵝

H

Hercules and the Wagoner 大力士神和車夫；

The Hare and the Tortoise 兔和龜；

The Herdsman and the Lost Bull 牧人與失去的牛

I

　

J

　

K

The Kingdom of the Lion 獅子的王國

L

The Lion and the Mouse 獅子與老鼠；

The Lioness 母獅

M

The Man and His Two Wives 男人與他的兩個老婆；

Mercury and the Woodman 水神與樵夫

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The Milkmaid and Her Pail 擠牛奶姑娘與她的牛奶桶；

The Mischievous Dog 惡犬；

The Mole and His Mother 錢鼠與牠的母親；

The Mountain in Labor 大山分娩；

The Man and the Lion 人與獅子

N

The North Wind and the Sun 北風與太陽

O

The Oxen and the Axle-Trees 牛和車軸

P

The Pomegranate, Apple-Tree, and Bramble 石榴樹、蘋果樹、與黑莓

Q

　

R

The Raven and the Swan 烏鴉與天鵝　

S

The Spendthrift and the Swallow 敗家子與燕子；

The Swallow and the Crow 燕子和烏鴉

T

The Traveler and His Dog 旅行者與他的狗　

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V

　

W

The Widow and Her Little Maidens 寡婦與小丫頭們；

The Widow and the Sheep 寡婦與綿羊；

The Wolf and the Lamb 狼與小羊；

The Wolf and the Crane狼與鶴

 

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Z

　伊索寓言

目錄列表

Contents

我們，其實都是伊索

前言

伊索寓言(上)

鷹和狐狸

鷹、穴鳥和牧人

鷹和糞金龜

夜鶯和雀鷹

負債人

野山羊和牧人

貓和母雞

伊索在船塢裡

狐狸和山羊

狐狸和獅子

漁夫

狐狸和豹

漁夫們

狐狸和猴子

狐狸和葡萄

貓和公雞

失掉尾巴的狐狸

漁夫和鰮魚

狐狸和荊棘

狐狸和鱷魚

漁夫

狐狸和伐木人

公雞和松雞

肚脹的狐狸

翠鳥

漁夫

狐狸和面具

撒謊的人

燒炭人和漂布人

沉船落難的人

頭髮斑白的人和情婦們

殺人凶手

好自我吹噓的五項運動員

許空願的人

人和羊人

好惡作劇的人

盲人

農夫和狼

燕子和鳥類

占星師

狐狸和狗

農夫和他的孩子們（之一）

兩隻青蛙

青蛙要國王

牛和車軸

北風和太陽

嘔吐內臟的小孩

未名鳥

牧牛人

黃鼠狼和愛神

農夫和蛇（之一）

農夫和狗

農夫和他的孩子們（之二）

蝸牛

女主人和女奴們

巫婆

老太婆和醫生

寡婦和母雞

黃鼠狼和銼刀

老人和死神

農夫和幸運女神

農夫和蛇（之二）

演說家德馬德斯

被狗咬了的人

旅途中的第歐根尼

行路人和熊

年��人和屠戶

兩個行路人

兩個仇人

兩隻青蛙

橡樹和蘆葦

發現金獅子的膽小鬼

海豚和白楊魚

養蜂人

海豚和猴子

鹿和獅子（之一）

鹿

鹿和獅子（之二）

鹿和葡萄樹

航海者

貓和老鼠

蒼蠅

狐狸和猴子

驢、公雞和獅子

猴子和駱駝

兩隻糞金龜

豬和羊

鶇鳥

生金蛋的雞

赫爾墨斯和雕塑匠

赫爾墨斯和特瑞西阿斯

蝮蛇和水蛇

狗和主人

兩隻狗

蝮蛇和銼刀

母親和她的女兒們

丈夫和妻子

蝮蛇和狐狸

小山羊和狼

狼和小山羊

賣神像的人

穴鳥和鳥類

赫爾墨斯和地

赫爾墨斯

宙斯和阿波羅

馬、牛、狗和人

宙斯和烏龜

宙斯和狐狸

宙斯和人

宙斯和羞恥

守護神

赫拉克勒斯和普路托斯

螞蟻和蟬

伊索寓言(下)

金槍魚和海豚

醫生和病人

捕鳥人和眼鏡蛇

螃蟹和狐狸

駱駝和宙斯

河狸

種菜人

種菜人和狗

彈唱歌手

小偷和公雞

穴鳥和渡鴉

渡鴉和狐狸

冠鳥和渡鴉

穴鳥和狐狸

冠鳥和狗

渡鴉和蛇

穴鳥和鴿子

胃和腳

逃走的穴鳥

狗和廚師

獵狗和狐狸

銜肉的狗

狗和狼

飢餓的狗

獵狗和野兔

蚊子和公牛

核桃樹

駱駝

兔子和青蛙

海鷗和雀鷹

獅子和農夫（之一）

獅子和青蛙

獅子和狐狸

獅子和公牛

獅子和農夫（之二）

獅子和海豚

怕老鼠的獅子

獅子和熊

獅子和兔子

獅子、驢和狐狸

獅子和老鼠

獅子和驢

強盜和桑樹

狼和羊（之一）

狼和馬

狼和小羊

狼和鷺鷥

狼和山羊

狼和老太婆

狼和綿羊

狼和牧人

狼和羊（之二）

獅子和狐狸

狼和小山羊

兔子和狐狸

賣卜者

嬰兒和渡鴉

蜜蜂和宙斯

化緣僧

老鼠和黃鼠狼

螞蟻

螞蟻和鴿子

蒼蠅

沉船落難的人和海

年輕的浪子和燕子

病人和醫生

蝙蝠、荊棘和潛水鳥

蝙蝠和黃鼠狼

樵夫和赫爾墨斯

行人和幸運女神

行路人和梧桐樹

行人和蝮蛇

行人和枯樹枝

行人和赫爾墨斯

小豬和狐狸

驢和園丁

馱鹽的驢

驢和騾子（之一）

馱神像的驢

野驢

驢和蟬

驢和宙斯

驢和趕驢人

驢和狼（之一）

驢和獅子皮

買驢

驢和青蛙

驢、渡鴉和狼

驢、狐狸和獅子

驢和騾子（之二）

捕鳥人和山雞

母雞和燕子

捕鳥人和冠雀

捕鳥人和鸛鳥

野鴿和家鴿

駱駝

蛇和蟹

蛇、黃鼠狼和老鼠

被踐踏的蛇

代存財物的人和霍爾科斯

捉蟋蟀的小孩

偷東西的小孩

口渴的鴿子

鴿子和烏鴉

猴子和漁夫

富人和鞣皮匠

富人和哭喪女

牧人和狗

牧人和大海

牧人和羊

牧人和小狼

好開玩笑的牧人

行路人和渡鴉

普羅米修斯和人

兩只口袋

游泳的小男孩

邁安德洛斯河邊的狐狸

被剪毛的綿羊

石榴樹、蘋果樹和荊棘

鼴鼠

黃蜂、鷓鴣和農夫

黃蜂和蛇

蚯蚓和蟒蛇

野豬、馬和獵人

大樹和蘆葦

鬣狗

鬣狗和狐狸

公牛和野山羊

兩隻小猴

孔雀和穴鳥

蟬和狐狸

駱駝、大象和猴子

天鵝

宙斯和蛇

孔雀和鶴

狗和豬

豬和狗

野豬和狐狸

愛錢的人

烏龜和兔子

燕子和蛇

鵝和鶴

野驢和狼

燕子和冠鳥

烏龜和老鷹

跳蚤和競技者

鸚鵡和貓

劈橡樹的人和橡樹

松樹和荊棘

人和同行的獅子

狗和海螺

兩隻公雞和鷹

蚊子和獅子

狗、狐狸和公雞

獅子、狼和狐狸

小牛和公牛

冠雀

驢和馬

鷹

黑人

小鹿和鹿

牧人和狼

天鵝

女人和酗酒的丈夫

兒子、父親和畫中的獅子

河流和皮革

射手和獅子

禿子

做客的狗

摔破神像的人

騾子

馬和驢

蚯蚓和狐狸

生病的渡鴉

號兵

戰士和渡鴉

蛇的尾巴和身體

獅子、普羅米修斯和大象

樹木和油橄欖

狼和狗

驢和狗

牆壁和木釘

冬天和春天

人和蟈蟈

女人和農夫

情人和女人

小偷和旅店老闆

青蛙和老鼠

農夫和毛驢

父親和女兒

傻女兒和母親

水手和兒子

小狗和青蛙

主人和船夫們

貓和雞

庸醫

口渴的冠鳥

老鼠和青蛙

病驢和狼

田鼠和家鼠

雀鷹和天鵝

捕鳥人和蟬

牧人和山羊

驢和狼（之二）

小蟹和母蟹

馬

公牛和獅子

小鹿和母鹿

狐狸和獅子

油橄欖樹和無花果樹

蜜蜂和牧人

蛇和鷹

葡萄樹和山羊

農夫和狐狸

渡鴉

河流和大海

獵人和狼

公牛、母獅和獵人

狗和鐵匠們

狐狸和獅子

狗和狐狸

病鹿

小偷和狗

野驢和家驢

人和種園人

狗和母狼

人、馬和小駒

人和庫克洛普斯

獵人和騎者

狼和獅子

年輕人和老婦

牧人和狼

附錄一《費德魯斯寓言》（選譯）

〔代引言〕

狼和小羊

請求有國王的青蛙

寒鴉和孔雀

銜肉過河的狗

母牛、山羊、綿羊和獅子

青蛙和太陽

狐狸和悲劇面具

狼和鷺鷥

責備兔子的家雀

狼和狐狸受猴子審判

驢和獅子打獵

鹿在泉水邊

狐狸和烏鴉

冒名醫生

驢子和老牧人

綿羊、鹿和狼

臨產的狗

飢餓的狗

年老的獅子、野豬、牛和驢

黃鼠狼和人

忠心的狗

脹破自己的青蛙和牛

狗和鱷魚

狐狸和鸛鳥

狐狸和老鷹

害怕牛爭鬥的青蛙

雀鷹和鴿子

人和狗

老鷹、野貓和野豬

老鷹和烏鴉

兩隻騾子和強盜

鹿和牛

老太婆和酒罈

雪豹和牧人

伊索和農夫

賣肉人和猴子

伊索和尋釁者

蒼蠅和騾子

狼和狗

姊妹和兄弟

公雞和珍珠

工蜂、雄蜂和黃蜂

緊張和鬆弛

蟬和貓頭鷹

神明選樹

孔雀和朱諾

伊索和饒舌者

驢和祭司