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[amandabe11man]

don't tell anyone but I skipped work today because I knew we might've been forced to raise NATO-flags along the city wall and I'm not gonna fucking participate in that shit 🤭

[thewertsearch]

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain cloth. Or anything taking place out here in the emerald shitty paintjob, for that matter.

So, wait - in this extended Wizard of Oz analogy, Hussie is the wizard? It does seem fitting, except that the Wizard of Oz was only pretending to be an all-powerful god, whereas Hussie, as the author of the story, actually is omnipotent.

...not that there's any actual proof of that, come to think of it.

Perhaps the in-universe Hussie avatar is merely narrating the story, rather than creating it, and any claims to the contrary are really just smoke, mirrors and braggadocio. If that's true, then they're really just an observer of these events, albeit a particularly well-informed one.

JOHN: this place is weird. when are we gonna bust through the other window, anyway? JOHN: i'm kind of antsy to get on with our adventure and meet up with everybody! JADE: yes me too JADE: hmmmmmm

It's going to be hours, at the very least.

If our two parties were mere minutes from reuniting, there'd be no reason to drag it out for this long. Besides, if the kids' arrival in the B2 session was imminent, then they'd immediately steal the spotlight back from our four new protagonists, some of whom we haven't even officially met yet.

The B2 kids need room to breathe. They deserve some time to develop as characters, without being completely overshadowed by their predecessors. Therefore, said predecessors will have to slow their fucking roll for a second, and let the Alpha Kids shine.

JADE: we should arrive in about three years

Jegus, what?

I haven't been this blindsided by a timeskip since Scarab 25.6 - but the more I think about it, the more confident I am that it's the right decision. Not just because it gives the Alphas time to develop, but because of the possibilities it opens up.

When the B2 kids re-enter the story, they'll be around the same age as Jane's team - and since we've just met Jane's team, I think it's highly unlikely that they'll be included in the timeskip. The Alpha Kids aren't going to be nineteen when John's team arrive - they'll be in the same timeframe they're in now, on the same day they entered their session.

In other words, we're going to get to know the Alpha Kids as a group of hormonal teenagers - and then, when the time is right, we're going to drop a cluster bomb of additional teenagers right on top of their session, stand well back, and watch the shitshow begin. If you think the Jake/Jane/Dirk/Roxy love quadrangle is bad, wait until you see Jake/Gamzee/Karkat/Terezi/Dave.

Plus, a 3-year-timeskip means our protagonists can finally rest for a while. The Sburb crisis isn't over, of course, but it is on pause - and for much longer than I expected it to be, too. The kids can finally unpack what the fuck happened today, and the trolls can enjoy a non-hostile living environment for literally the first time in their entire lives. This is good for them, and I think it'll really help them grow.

It's a shame that we'll probably be splitting the party, but these two groups are still full of interesting dynamics, that we now have time to explore. John/Jade and Rose/Dave can finally get to know each other as siblings, Rosemary can develop as a couple, and the whole Karkat/Terezi situation can finally resolve, one way or the other.

We've been stuck on one single day for almost four thousand pages - but now, we're finally leaving this long, long Monday afternoon behind us. It's time to accelerate.

[aphroditesmoon]

Hiiii! Love your clarisse oneshots ^^. Could you possibly do one where Fem!reader is the daughter of Hades and has a hellhound as a pet that absolutely adores clarisse? Reader also has a similar personality to clarisse, loves to fight and has a big pride but only lets her guard down around Clarisse.(also possibly has her own electric weapon of your choice)Thank you!!

creatures of the night

clarisse la rue x fem!hades'cabin!reader

warnings: none

a/n: sorry this is so short, hope u like it<3

wc; 1.1k

You would never consider your relationship with your father as better than anyone else's relationship with their own parent in camp.

But when you had been claimed by Hades as well as being gifted a long black javelin with gold wrapped around the sharp edge on the same night you arrived at camp Half Blood, it seemed well established to everyone else and including yourself, that your father acknowledges your existence proudly.

Being one of the people in the small list of forbidden children, had created a fearsome reputation around your presence, and honestly speaking, you enjoy the privileges that come with it.

Although it was hard making friends considering your less friendly personality, some campers stuck by your side anyways. Those who bore you enormous respects and had been intrigued by your mysterious air instead of intimidated.

One of them being the infamous child of Ares, Clarisse La Rue.

Beautiful, strong and hot headed, Clarisse La Rue.

The two of you are often compared as the two sides of the same coin. Your personalities differ from eachother in many ways, but when it came to your goals and aims, you both are usually on the same team.

It's safe to say that you are less hostile than Clarisse. You prefer to keep to yourself whilst she prefered to assert dominance onto the other campers. And yet you are the more feared than her.

Clarisse is commonly brutal and unrelenting, but you usually saved up the worst of your tricks for when necessity calls for it. For now, intimidation worked well enough.

What's funny enough, is how Clarisse herself had a certain trepidation when she first befriended you. She learned soon that you were just another demigod girl just like she was, glory aside.

One of the instances where she felt that she had truly seen you as you are, all the facade dropped down, was when you first introduced her to your hound, Cerberus.

Your father had gifted him to you for your 15th birthday. It was one of yoir proudest moments in life. Demigods are almost never cared for that much by their parents, and so to have your coming of age be recognised by your father was a huge thing.

"Is that not the same name as Hades' own three headed hound?" She asked, staring at it for afar from the corner of your bed.

"I know, that's why I named him that." You explained to her as you're sat criss-crossed on the floor, scratching the beasts' chin.

Cerberus, once he deemed Clarisse as not a threat, rolled down on the ground on his stomach.

"Look at him, such a good boy." You were distracted by your new pet all day, ignoring your poor girlfriend who had come over to your cabin to spend time with you. "He's almost as tall as you." Clarisse spoke sarcastically, picking you on your height.

"That's not a fair observation. Most things are almost as tall as me." You responded, still not looking up.

"Are you just gonna keep standing there staring at me?" You asked her finally, realising just how weird the distance between you two were.

Clarisse was hesitant, frowning at your pet like he was some sort of threat. "I...think I'm good here." She muttered loud enough for your ears. "Oh, come on."

Clarisse shook her head as you complained about her irrationality. "Look at him, he's friendly." And he was, Cerberus had warmed up to you quickly and have not shown a single tendency for violence against your girlfriend.

"Come and say hello to him, Clarisse." You called out to her again.

You hear her sigh from the other side of the room. After a few more minutes pass, her footsteps grow louder as she moves nearer to you.

Clarisse squats down to meet Cerberus and flinched as he lifts his head up to sniff her. You reached for her hand, trying to get him to smell it. She pulls her hand back at first, but after a few more pulls, Clarisse relents and lets the hound give her knuckles a lick. "That tickles." She mumbled under her breath.

"He likes you, see." She gives a resigned look, like she's just going along with what you're saying. "No, I'm serious, look at how nice he's acting." You nudged your head towards Cerberus' head, encouraging her to give him a pet

Clarisse braves herself to give him a few strokes on his ears and found that he particularly likes that notion. "I guess he's not that bad." She admitted at last, pulling out a smile from you. "I told you."

"So what is he then? Some sort of guard dog?" She inquires. The gods would gift their children with tools that can be used, never something useless, like a domesticated pet. And from the looks of it, Cerberus is definitely not meant to be a some cute little friend.

"I don't know." You answered honestly.

"It's not like my dad does a lot of talking to me, but he gave me something from the underworld, something that's set as a reminder of him and his place above. I'd like to view it as some sort of stepping stone. Like I'm one step closer to him because of Cerberus."

It's not surprising that your end goal is to follow on your father's footsteps, no one really knows what the real secret to make their godly parent to care about them is.

It is often assumed that glory was the key, and yet, the best fighters in camp a

re usually the ones who resent their parents the most. You often prayed and hoped that you wouldn't ever have to cross that threshold.

"I'm sure he sees it that way too." Clarisse offered kindly. She knew all too well how much it meant to be noticed by their absent fathers, even if so slightly.

She slso knew deep down that even if your father refused to notice the lengths you would be willing to go for him, she did. And she would break the world in two for you if your father wouldn't. And you would do the same for her.

Clarisse leans her back against the lower frame of the bed, a small smile on her face as she watches you scratch the hound's chin whilst kissing the spot in between his eyes.

It is truly rare to catch sight of either daughters of Ares or Hades' being as gentle and playful as this, and Clarisse is grateful that these kind of intimacies are reserved for small private moments.

That same night, as she sleeps with her arms around your waist, Cerberus laying down by the foot of the bed, Clarisse realises that she would do anything for the bond between the two of you to prevail.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Hello Carina! I absolutely ADORE your works I'm hooked Was wondering if you could do Geto/Nanami/Gojo/Sukuna x fem reader who grew up in a toxic household that encouraged bad eating habits like eating extremely small amounts and tried to always make her a good and docile wife. But she left them and is now pretty successful but her eating habits are still pretty bad Please stay hydrated this summer!

A lot of you guys request stuff like bad heating habits from me and I'm actually a little scared that I receive a shit storm for writing these sensitive topics, but there you go! I decided on Geto since he is the sweetest boy ever but if this goes well and some of you guys show interest, I might write something similar for the other characters as well - enjoy <3

Geto encouraging his girlfriend to eat more after growing up in a toxic household

Pairing: Geto x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Synopsis: After your toxic parents tried to force you into their picture of a thin and docile wife, you left them as soon as possible and became the best version of yourself - if it wasn't for your bad eating habits still haunting you down when you're out with your boyfriend. Until he decides to have a talk with you...

Warnings: Just let me tell you right from the start that there's nothing wrong with being thin and I hope it's obvious that we're talking about an unhealthy connotation in this fic, if you get triggered when it comes to toxic parents and hurtful phrases regarding weight please don't read this. In general, this contains sensitive content and a few pieces of ED and harsh language, but our boy Geto telling us how much he loves us the way we are

„You know you are totally able to eat more than that, right? We’ve been out without any food for hours now, you need to care for yourself, love.”

Suguru’s hand gently caresses your back while you stare at the salad you just ordered.

“You’re gonna look like a pig soon if you don’t stop eating like one, (y/n). Didn’t I teach you a lady needs to watch her diet?”

“No man wants a fat woman, trust me.”

“Thank you so much for looking out for me. I’m good”, you mutter after shaking their cruel words off your mind.

You can’t bring yourself to catch a glimpse at his comforting brown eyes, not when your guilty conscience almost eats you up alive. The stinging words of your mother and father haunt you until this day. Even though you left years ago and started your very own life away from their toxic household, even though your precious boyfriend Geto Suguru is the living proof for them being wrong.

Just one look at the salad in front of you paired with your memory is enough to feel like in your childhood all over again.

“Hey, look at me honey.”

Gently, his hand caresses your cheek and lifts your head into his direction. There they are, his oh so loving orbs, his tender smile that warms your stinging heart in an instant.

“We’ve been together for a year now and you still seem to be upset when you have to eat around me. I can’t help but wonder why you torture yourself. Is it because of me, did I give you the feeling you aren’t good the way you are? Because I love you with all my heart.”

You never allowed yourself to cry in front of someone else. To be exact, you stopped when you were greeted by nothing but harsh words from your parents with every tear that ran down your cheek. You are supposed to be a good and hostile woman, the perfect little wife for some wealthy man your parents already decided on when you were still 10. A woman that doesn’t speak as much as you do, a woman who doesn’t eat as much as you do. A feminine angel walking on earth with the only purpose to say yes and amen to her beloved husband.

When you were finally old enough to leave them behind, you packed your things and joined jujutsu high. Life is easier around here with so many beloved friends by your side who support and truly love you. Yes, they showed you how good you are, that you are independent and are allowed to have your own opinion, that it’s okay to say no. Yes, you even started to eat a little more and gained a healthy amount of weight and well-formed muscles.

They were wrong. Your parents were so wrong with everything they taught you. But this…

You bite your lip when a sub escapes from deep down your throat, hot tears now stinging in your eyes so violently that you can’t catch your breath. Eating has always been your weakness, the one and only thing you can’t fully control until this day. Their words still crush you every time you order something to eat.

What if Suguru doesn’t find you attractive when you gain even more weight?

What if he thinks it’s disgusting to see you eat like a pig?

What if he’ll fall out of love when you show him that you aren’t as perfect as a doll?

“I’m so sorry. The last thing I want is to see you cry”, he instantly speaks out, wrapping his much-needed arms around you so tightly that you sink into his broad chest.

“It’s just…I’m afraid to eat more…”, you finally blurt out.

A part of your heart flutters in relief when those words finally leave your mouth. For more than a year, you simply forced yourself through the aching of your stomach, the hunger that kept you awake when Suguru laid next to you fast asleep. All because of their cruel words. All because they made you believe your whole life you aren’t good enough if you eat “too much”.

“You don’t feel comfortable eating around me, don’t you?”

You simply nod against his chest, too ashamed to lift your head. How embarrassing to hear those words leaving his lips, that he already knows why you’re acting this way.

“May I ask why? Did I say or do something that makes you feel this way, love?”

Your head starts spinning. The sheer thought that he might think your strange behaviour is his fault, that he did something wrong is ridiculous in your eyes.

“Absolutely not. It’s…It’s…”

Why is it so damn hard to find the right words? You stutter like an idiot for what feels like ages while listening to Suguru’s steady heartbeat. He knows how rough your childhood was, that your parents treated you like the dirt underneath their feet. You were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough. Until you became a well-known and rich jujutsu sorcerer with a charismatic man like Geto Suguru by your side.

“See? I told you you will find a wealthy man if you keep up with our education, daughter.”

“All because we taught you everything you know and kept you in shape!”

“No”, you replied immediately, straightening your shoulders while facing the people who made your life living hell for more than enough years.

“I did all of this by myself. Because I chose to be the person I am instead of the person you wanted me to be.”

“They always told me I’m too much, that eating in front of my man is strictly forbidden. I was supposed to be a thin and docile wife.”

Your voice is nothing but a far away whisper. All those nights your father scolded you when you weighted more than you did before. How your mother screamed at you when your curves start to develop through puberty, how disgusted they looked at you when you wore shorts or ate next to them. Deep within, you know how toxic your eating habits are despite the positive changes you’ve been through. But still…Just the thought of eating a cheeseburger in front of Suguru fills you with so much disgust that your guts turn immediately.

“You aren’t docile but strong and stubborn. You aren’t only thin but strong and athletic. Your body is capable of so much more than simply being thin, (y/n). You are perfect in every single way, your body allows you to fight so well that even Satoru admires your skills. You are so breathtakingly beautiful that I could stare at you all day…I am glad you didn’t follow their rules, that you didn’t turn into the good and docile wife they wanted you to be. Because you became so much more. Because you can do so much more. But for that, you need to fuel your body the way it deserves it even when I’m around. I love to see you eat, I love to see you happy and healthy. And I know how hard it can be to overcome things you were taught from a young age. Would you promise me something?”

Now you can’t help but lift up your head, staring at him through your wet lashes. His words, his oh so sweet words still linger through your mind and force your cheeks to turn bright pink. Is this really how Suguru feels about you, are you really enough for him just the way you are?

Why wouldn’t you? After all, he was the one choosing you.

“What?”, you mumble.

“Promise me that we will work this out. If you can’t bring yourself to open up to me, please consider checking up with Shoko or another professional. I admire you for all the things you’ve already did, that you were actually able to turn into a wonderful woman with that horrible family. I’d love to hang out with you while eating chips, I’d love to eat a whole lot of unhealthy junk food and sweets with you without you worrying about my thought. Because the only thing I care about is that you’re happy. And you being healthy and eating properly means happiness.”

That smile. That oh so bright smile that reaches his brown eyes and lifts up your mood immediately. Oh, you truly don’t deserve him. A new wave of fresh tears threatens to spill over your eyes and begins to take your sight.

But those aren’t tears of sorrow. No, those are tears of pure joy and love.

You throw yourself around his neck before he’s able to catch you properly, causing both of you to almost fall off his chair.

“I will”, you mutter against his ear.

“I promise I will work on it.”

“I’m more than glad to hear that”, he replies softly while caressing your hair.

“Would you like to order something else in addition to your salad, then?”

You let go of Suguru with a small smile, holding his hands tightly as your heart overflows with love. The man who showed you what you’re capable of, who supports you through anything. Sooner or later, you will be able to share food dates with him and enjoy them. But until then…

“I’m fine for today. But next time, I might order something else.”

“Fine. Just let me know when you’re ready, (y/n).”

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[justcallmecj]

Seeing Your Dragon Form: Dormleaders

Heyyyy~ Back with another chapter! Here, this is when they saw your full dragon form for the first time. Now, this chapter is a bit special. It'll be separated into 3 or 4 parts. One for the Dormleaders, one for the vice's + Ruggie and Floyd, another for the first years and a last one for anyone left. I'm also thinking about one for the teachers + Crowley. This one is the Dormleaders. You can take this as romantic or platonic, your choice.

Also, I'm gonna describe what you look like in Riddle's section so I don't have to in others. Just refer back to his section for imagery.

Riddle

He was certainly shocked, that's for sure.

He's only seen dragons in drawings or in the media, and even then they were mostly the mainstream kind of dragons. Ice isn't the first thing people think of when they think of dragons,

You had taken him to a small clearing of trees in the forest behind NRC since there was plenty of space where you didn't need to worry about hurting someone.

You towered over him, and he himself is pretty short so it made the difference even greater.

The usual cold air that followed you had increased in temperature, making it harder for him to be close to you.

Your horns became larger and sharper, like huge icicles. Spikes ran down your back just as sharp as your horns. Your tail swayed behind you and your eyes gleamed a dangerous e/c color.

Despite all this, you showed no signs of being hostile towards him. When he looked into your eyes, he saw a playful glint in them. Like you were studying his reactions and getting a kick out of it all.

He quickly put himself together after the initial shock.

You brought yourself down to his height and placed your head peacefully on the grass in front of him. He slowly made his way closer to you.

Gently, he placed a hand on your head. Despite the cold feeling, it didn't hurt. He sat next to your head and found himself quickly easing into a sense of safety and security. You laid your wings around him, enclosing the space and basically trapping him, but he didn't mind.

You made gentle, humming noises and he found the shaking feeling began to make him sleepy. He no longer was shocked about how you look like this and the drowsiness of his daily activities caught up to him. He curled up in the crook of your long neck.

"Thank you, for trusting me with this sight. I know how you feel, but you don't need to worry around me. Have a good nap, Y/N. I'm not to far behind you anyways."

Leona

You truly are an oversized lizard, huh?

He did whatever he could to keep the shock off his face, and it worked. You would've believed him, if you hadn't known him so well.

He didn't realize, but his tail stayed close to the grass, his ears twitch in your direction. More than a few of his muscles tensed.

He wasn't scared, just weary. He's always wondered what would happen if Malleus got pissed off at him enough to turn dragon mode. Now he just associates the thought with a sense of danger.

You could pick up on this though. You've always had a strange ability to do that when it comes to Leona. Your next goal? Be as non-threatening as possible.

Your tail gently curled around your hind leg, you sprawled your wings out in the grass around you and you brought your body close to the ground.

When he looked at you, he could clearly see the message you were trying to tell him. He understands you can't talk in this form.

He approached you. His muscles loosened when he touch your snout and your eyes closed, showing contentment.

Gently, he ran his hand up and down your scales. The skin on his hands pricked from the cold, a feeling he still wasn't used to.

His ears picked up on the faint hum you made. A smirk found its way on his face, and he didn't try to hide it.

He spent a bit of time petting you. He saw it as revenge for all the times you pet him with no warning. But, much to his demise, you didn't see it as anything spiteful. You quite enjoyed the attention.

"Hm. Fine. I'll stay with you for a while. But that's only because Ruggie won't come get me if I'm with you while you're like this."

Azul

He was...hesitant..to say the least.

He was nervous to see what you'd turn into. That's not meant to sound mean or judgemental, he wouldn't judge you. You don't judge him, why would he in turn?

More so, it's just that he doesn't know how he himself will react and doesn't want to hurt you with a negative reaction.

He knew you were nervous about yourself for a long time. But, you decided that if he saw you comfortable with yourself, he'd become a bit more confident as well.

It took a lot of convincing from you to lead him into the forest clearing. Even more for the Twins not to follow.

Once you two were there and he backed up to give you space, seeing you transform was the most stunning things he's ever seen.

A white mist covered you and a dark shadow on the inside(you) grew and changed shape. Into the shape of a dragon. When the mist cleared, he saw you.

Your e/c colors stared him down. You did what you could not to freak him out, but you didn't have full control of every habit of yours.

He could feel a few flight reflexes kick in. He stayed in place though. (You praised him for that later)

You sat. You kinda reminded him of a dog with the way you sat and waited patiently. Your tail rested motionless, wings calmly at your sides. Your head tilted to the side. To Azul, it was kinda cute. Like looking at a sea guppy.

He stepped closer, but kept a slight distance. You weren't offended, you knew you needed to take things slow. And you knew he was more worried about you than himself.

In an attempt to show him that there was nothing to worry about, you stretched out one of your arms, careful to watch your claws, and held it in front of him. Like how a human reaches out a hand to a scared animal. (Ironic since he was more human than you rn)

He got the message. He approached you and placed a gentle hand on your arm. The cold was somehow a comfort. It sorta reminded him of the cold waters in the Coral Sea. Slowly, he leaned into your touch and found himself calm. All worry faded away and you came close to him and gave whatever your equivalent of a smile is. It warmed his heart.

"I see. I hope none of my actions hurt you. You were very brave to show me all this. I hope one day, I can be like you with myself."

Kalim

He was certainly the most excited to see your dragon form.

He's never seen a dragon before, and The Land Of Scalding Sands doesn't have any legends or stories regarding dragons, so it's been an obscure concept to him.

He, without hesitance, followed you to the clearing in the forest and patiently waited for you to feel you were ready.

He held his breath as you transformed and only released it when he saw you were okay.

The dragon he saw standing in front of him. Blew. His. Mind!

Even before you could entirely orientate yourself he quickly threw himself onto you and wrapped his arms around your long neck, which was barely close enough to the ground for him to reach. (Especially since he's short)

He talked to you about everything and anything for 2 hours straight. He didn't mind that you couldn't verbally respond, it actually gave him enough time to learn what different ques you made meant. You nodded and shook your head for yes or no questions, you flopped your tail when you meant 'maybe', and your wings flutter lightly when you don't know how to respond.

He even learned what the meaning behind certain sounds meant.

"Sorta wish I had seen your dragon form earlier, but better later than never! Right?...I wonder what Jamil's doing right now?" Cue to Jamil who's freaking out because Kalim didn't tell him he was leaving the dorm.

Vil

He had come to know you pretty well. Despite that, he realized that he never actually asked you anything about your dragon form.

He's definitely thought about it, but never wanted to ask you for fear of making you uncomfortable.

When you told him you really wanted to, he worried that you may have been forcing yourself for him. You quickly reassured him that that wasn't the case. He then agreed to come with.

Seeing you morph was beautiful to him.

You were beautiful.

Your beautiful white scales tinted blue when the sun hit them at a certain angle. Your horns glistened with an icy nature, your eyes shone with a slight glaze of white over them. (Rook explained to him how this protects your eyes from the sun)

All he saw was pure, icy beauty. In a way, he couldn't comprehend why you've been self-conscious about how this form looked. Then he remembered how he gets when people comment negatively about how he looks, and how it can take a toll after so long.

He came to a resolve. To make sure you never again see anything negative about your dragon form!

With quick, confident strides, he approached you. Looking up to meet your eyes, he gave you a sweet, caring face.

He then began to fawn over you. His usual uptight behavior fell to allow his more caring side to take hold so that he could make sure you knew just how beautiful you looked. He commented on how well you seem to take care of yourself, your huge size meaning there was more to admire. Your horns looked like you took gentle care of them. Your snout looked adorable to him. The spikes running down your back, were sharp to the touch.

Those are all examples of how he expressed that he saw and took notice of all your beauty.

He sat on the grass in front of you and allowed you to place you snout in his lap as he gently rubbed your head while whispering sweet compliments to you.

"I hope that, never again, do you see anything wrong with your own beauty. And if anyone tells you other wise, just send them my way."

Idia

You want him to leave his room??? Whyyyyy?

He always thought seeing you in your dragon form would be the coolest thing ever. But he didn't think he'd be dragged out of his room by you and forced into the forest.

We couldn't have just done this somewhere at Ignihyde?

Then you transformed, and he no longer remembered why he was upset.

The fantasy loving weeb in him came out and he started to freak out.

He had a split second of hesitation, ice and fire don't mix and he could feel the ice on you, but his weeb took over and he rushed over. He was no longer shy with you.

His mind was going a million miles and hour and he asked you question after question. Until he realized that you couldn't talk. Which honestly bummed him out a bit but he quickly recovered.

Soon, he took to simply admiring you while you soaked up the attention he was giving you.

His warm fingers lightly slid across your cold scales, sending a shiver up his spine every time, but he didn't mind.

It shocked him when you reached out an arm and pulled him close to you. You held him against your side while you curled up like a puppy.

"Um, okay then. I guess we can stay like this for a bit. But, I do still have some games I need to play later, so not all day, okay?"

Malleus

You had zero problems with him. It actually went the smoothest with him.

When you two were having a conversation a while back, he had questioned if you had a dragon form like he did. You had explained to him that you did but you were to shy to show anyone. He had asked why and you told him that after so long of people bad mouthing you about how you look in fae form, you became hesitant for anyone to see you as a dragon.

He talked about his form in an attempt to help you feel comfortable. He also told you that you'd never need to be scared with him because he's just like you. That made it easier for you to get where you are now. Finally ready to show.

You took him to the clearing and asked him to back away so you wouldn't hit him.

The way you transformed was different from his. He created a puff of smoke around him, you made a mist of ice.

Once the mist faded, he quickly took in every detail about you. How sharper your horns are compared to his, your serrated claws. The white and blue tint of your scales while his a black with purple tints. (Well, that's what Lilia has told him.)

He immediately took to feeling your scales and tough skin, wings and tail. You didn't mind, not like you had a lot of feeling in those areas. He's a dragon to, so he knew exactly where he needed to avoid.

You were a lot more different from him than he was expecting. His scales were rough while yours were smooth. Your horns sharp, his rounded. Your wings were more angular and his were longer.

He didn't mean to get as analytical as he did, he was just really curious. After realizing how he was acting he took to talking to you. Unlike others, he could understand majority of your draconic growls and rumbling. You could actually hold a proper conversation with him.

Eventually, you began to get tired. Your eye lids drooped and you struggled to keep your head up. He saw this and told you it was fine to fall asleep.

He actually turned into his own dragon form and curled up next to you, intertwining your tails. Together, you both fell asleep there on the grass.

"I never thought that I would meet someone so like me, even if we are different. Thank you, Child of Dragons, for coming into my life."

[ceoandslutler]

i think sebastian michaelis is a jinn... well, not really.

i still think yana was mainly inspired by judeo-christian demons but there are other entities sebastian is similar to

inspired by this post by @applestorms

yes very MENA/SWANA of me to say BUT i have my reasons. jinns are a pre-islamic (mainly arab) invention however due to them being incorporated into the quran and the fact islam is an abrahamic religion, many of us equate them to the demons/devils that exist in judeo-christian beliefs. HOWEVER, jinn aren't actually "demons" or "fallen angels" or whatnot. while they are 100% supernatural, they are said to have been created as beings independent of humans yet they can feel love and affinity AND even help humans out.

reasons he could be a jinn:

jinn is essentially what we in the western world refer to as 'genies'; in islam, it is not permitted to seek help from them but pre-islamic arabian tradition was to worship them and many would ask them for 'protection' (sound familiar?). thanks to fairytales (1001 nights), we now believe they grant 3 wishes. very familiar.

when applestorms' post talked about expectations put on sebastian by humans, i find it quite fascinating that the jinn aren't considered evil demons (even in the quran), but rather they are mistakenly worshipped or revered instead of god (like how the cult worshipped/summoned him), they are considered idols (sebs idol era? jokes jokes). it is still interesting how jinn behave simply as the world tells them to so if they are told to be a beast then they'll be a beast.

they befriend and develop affection. while sebastian is not a romantic being AT ALL, we can't deny he has had some affection to characters in the story, e.g. whatever you think he has going on with ciel or his clear friendship with agni. manzur (a jinn) fell for a human woman named habbah once. if we think about it, this also aligns with the anime presentation of demons, as hannah felt love for alois and his brother. ignoring that though, sebastian himself has changed hugely throughout the story. be honest, did any of us read volume 1 and think 'man, this emotionless demon guy will definitely hug the corpse of his sole friend and say, "you were a great butler"' or 'can't wait until he stops enjoying it when the kid he's made a contract with gets beaten up'? no, literally nobody anticipated sebastian would go from 'haha i'm gonna release deadly snakes on you' to 'im so sorry someone injected you with a needle oh no !!!!!!' (honestly, i blame the anime for the line 'i can never be changed'... he did NOT say that LMAO)

jinn are (by some accounts) afraid of or hold contempt towards wolves. sebastian is portrayed next to a wolf on a chapter cover and he's certainly not afraid of any animal... but he is a hater of dogs. not to mention, he has a fight scene against the 'wolfmen' (also wolfram is very hostile towards him but that man isn't a real wolf, it's just funny lmao). jinn are also afraid of iron (clearly not, this man fears nothing… wait, can a death scythe technically count as iron? because he's definitely afraid of UT's scythe)

sebastian in the GWA tells ciel he has met many witches. those who believe in jinn also believe that witches enlist their help. jinn are also often referred to as mendacious/liars which fits the lie/truth theme that sebastian is always going on about. funny how he talks about having aesthetics, that also matches how jinn are different to each other when it comes to what things they'll do. but there are some things that break this theory down...

reasons he could not be a jinn:

nowadays thanks to islam, jinn are mainly seen as tricksters that will make you stop believing in god... but sebastian only appeared after o!ciel lost his faith in god. now we could say that's been written after islam so it doesn't reflect the pre-islamic tradition of jinn but ALSO, jinn are not ones to make contracts, they'll help you or they're hurt you. so either way, the contract with a human weakens this argument now if he was a pari then maybe... i'll expand on this possibility too.

jinn do not take souls but then again, isn't soul-taking just perma-death as opposed to having your soul taken by a reaper to do... god knows what with it? heaven and hell aren't really referred to in kuroshitsuji manga... at least they're not confirmed to exist. reapers talk about a day of forgiveness when they'll stop working but... forgiveness from whom? why hasn't UT been forgiven yet, apparently he's been a reaper for a while? is god on break? hold on, does god even exist in kuroshitsuji? there's no way to know. so ultimately this just leads us to think sebs isn't a jinn.

jinn are not beautiful. no really, they are not inherently beautiful. but sebastian is. from all the forms he took, his face stayed the same. he is extremely good-looking to almost everyone in the manga. in a sense, you could say he's more so like an evil pari (i'll explain what this is) than an actual jinn.

one of the most relevant jinn to my argument is al-jathum (this is basically a sleep paralysis demon but it's kinda more than that..? some people call them mares and some call them night hags). they steal "your breath", cause nightmares and hover over you while you sleep (very familiar) but he never actually causes the nightmares. it's more like he wants to prevent them by telling o!ciel not to read poe before bed for example.

it is said that jinn are able to possess people. we have not seen this happen. we could say the contract itself is a possession but that's not really logical. while jinn are believed to whisper in the ears of humans and manipulate them (like sebastian does on many occasions), they're also able to possess people if they have a weak mind, something we haven't seen sebastian been able to do.

now we could just say that he's an abrahamic religion amalgamation of islamic jinn, pre-islamic jinn and judeo-christian demons. but i also want to mention something i think is interesting... parīs, a zoroastrian pre-islamic entity. similar to jinn, they can be good or bad.

they have wings (dark or light depending on the artist) and while anime sebs is shown to have wings, manga sebs hasn't. but he still has feather and crow/raven imagery so i think it's important to note.

parīs are also extremely beautiful which makes sense for sebs, he changed his form multiple times and each time had the same perfect face. a criticism is that parīs are usually women but not always so there could've been inspiration.

in 1001 nights, other than the fisherman and the jinni (where the 3 wishes came from), one other story sticks out, ahmad and paribanou. a prince (ahmad) fails to win against his brother in a competition over their female cousin's (his father's niece) hand in marriage and the throne. instead finds a parī by accident and becomes close to her and hides her and her true nature from everyone. once it is discovered he is wealthy because of his supernatural partner, he is accused of wanting to usurp the throne and is nearly imprisoned but not to worry, his magical partner gets him out the situation–in the end, he gets the throne and becomes 'king'. the story is romantic of course and there's no 'contract' but it is still similar to the recent events of the manga (blue cult arc) and is painfully familiar.

this one is just my favourite, they kidnap humans either to punish them OR for the human to be their 'king' and they serve the human. i mean the contract is likened to an abduction by yana herself which is why she drew ciel as kai and sebastian as the ice king/snow queen in one of the special chapters for book for murder. the parīs are often looking for human rulers with a good head on their shoulders to lead beside them (see: "you are a leader of men")

they also have a funny sense of righteousness which is something sebastian has developed over time. he's obviously been disturbed at human depravity early on too (eg at baron kelvin's place) but he is now also a critic of the yard's classism and also tries to coax ciel into being "more compassionate", you can read more about this in my KIK (kindness in kuro) analyses, esp pt1 and pt3. i doubt he would do this if he were solely based off of judeo-christian demons or fallen angels. in stories, they're often helping the 'good guys' against the 'bad guys' who cause chaos and corruption. ciel's job as the watchdog is deadass to control the injustices and disturbances going on in the underworld.

overall, i think besides the obviously judeo-christian elements of the demon's character, jinn and parī and various other beings have inspired yana when it comes to sebastian. uhh i recommend not trusting wikipedia on these beings and trying to find academic texts on the mythology (it's tough), i mainly used my own brainpower (my cultural capital 😔) to figure this stuff out.

[nonscathingbullets]

Odd Man In (part 2)

Maverick x Iceman x Reader

Part 3:

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A whole month passed by, and you couldn't really tell if Ice had said anything to Maverick yet. You thought maybe if you helped grease the wheels a little, it would at least give Ice some much needed answers, so you took it upon yourself to invite Pete over for dinner.

"Like I said before, I was inverted," Mav reiterated. Ice leaned back in his chair with a scoff.

"Yeah, and like I said. That's bullshit," Ice stated firmly, standing his ground.

"Again. I have the picture to prove it," Maverick snapped.

"Oh, yeah? The picture that's always conveniently never with you whenever this comes up?"

"Oh, whatever. You're just angry because Mr. Perfect doesn't know how to go from right side up to upside down without so much as batting an eyelash."

"Of course I could. I chose not to. It's called being smart, Maverick. Being safe and not being foolish."

"Yeah? Well, being safe isn't all that grand, Ice. And I'd like to see you try to invert a tomcat."

"Not gonna happen. Unlike you, I care about my life," Ice spat before taking a drink from his glass.

They continued arguing as you grabbed both of their plates, taking them to the kitchen.

"Need some help?" Maverick offered, getting up from his chair and quickly following you to the sink. "Here, let me get those." He grabbed the plates from you and placed them in the sink, beginning to wash them.

"Oh, thanks. That's very sweet of you," you responded, flashing him a sweet smile.

"Not a problem. Besides, that chicken was amazing." You heard Tom's footsteps as he joined the two of you, bringing the glasses and your leftover plate.

"Moving in on my girl there, Maverick?" He accused, with slight hostility. You both looked at him in surprise. Mav dropped the plate into the sink as he turned to face Tom.

"Seriously? Why the hell would you even say that?" Mav questioned, taking a step towards Tom.

"You're acting pretty chummy with her, is all I'm saying," he responded curtly, slamming the glasses down on the counter right beside Pete.

"Man, you've been acting really weird ever since that night you both rushed out of the bar. What the hell is your deal?!" Mav yelled.

"I told you. It's YOU. YOU are my problem, man. You're arrogant..." he took a solid step towards Maverick. "Dangerous..." His voice dropped an octive as he continued. "Smooth..." You watched the scene fold out before you with baited breath as Pete's expression went from shock to confusion. "Smart mouthed..." Ice took another step. "And it's driving me absolutely insane," he practically whispered. Maverick was frozen, where he stood. You could hear his breath hitched in his throat as Ice got even closer. "You look at me with those wild eyes of yours, and I can't stand it." Ice slowly wrapped an arm around Pete's waist, testing to see if he was okay with the contact. "And now you wanna move in on my girl when I want you to be moving in on me." Maverick allowed Tom to pull him closer, seemingly enjoying the contact as he looked up at him. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest for them. You hoped with all your heart that this was it. You wanted it for Tom so badly. He deserved this. Ice leaned close to Maverick's lips, earning a smirk from the shorter pilot.

"So this is happening, is it?" Maverick mumbled softly right before Ice captured his lips in a breathtaking kiss. It took everything in you not to squeal or jump up and down with how much excitement was bursting through your body. And you had to admit. Seeing Ice's tall frame envelope Maverick awakened a desire deep within you and brought it to the surface. You had first-hand experience with Tom's manhandling, and now Maverick would be in for it.

A few seconds had passed before Ice pulled away, looking down at Mav, now a bit nervously. "W-Was that okay?" He asked quietly. Maverick smiled wide at him.

"More than okay," he replied with a small chuckle. You took a step backward, planning on leaving the kitchen to give them both some much needed space when your foot knocked over the broom. They both jumped at the sudden crash before turning to look at you. "Oh... I almost forgot you were here," Pete admitted sheepishly, making you giggle. Ice released his waist and walked over to you, wrapping his arms securely around your middle and hugging you close.

"Thank you so much, baby," he spoke into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. Maverick looked completely lost as he eyed the two of you.

"Y... You're okay with this?" He inquired towards you. You gave him a goofy grin.

"Well... I kinda set it up," you confessed, looking down at your feet. Maverick laughed, making his way over to you both.

"What a little minx you got there, Ice," he joked, ruffling your hair.

"She is pretty great, huh?" Tom replied, pecking your lips gently. You rested your head on his chest, letting a contented sigh escape your lips.

"So... what does this mean... I mean for us?" Pete questioned. Ice thought about it for a second.

"Well, I obviously have some pretty strong feelings for you... and this is all pretty new to me. But I'm not leaving Y/N... so if you want me, you'll have to accept her. She's everything to me. Please understand. I mean, she stuck with me even through this. She even helped me," Ice explained, giving you a loving glance which you returned. "I love her," Ice explained. Maverick took a moment to process Tom's response before giving one of his own.

"Fine by me," he stated said with a big smirk plastered on his face. "Besides, I like Y/N. And I'd like to get to know her better... if that's alright with the two of you." You stiffened up a bit in Ice's arms, timidness begining to overtake you. He held you tighter, rubbing your back.

"It's okay with me... but you've gotta be careful with her. She can be really shy about stuff like this, so don't push, okay?" Maverick nodded, moving closer to you slowly.

"Hey... don't worry. I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, alright?" Mav reassured you. You looked at him and nodded softly. "May I?" He asked, opening his arms for you. You looked up at Tom, gauging his reaction. He smiled down at you.

"It's alright, sweetheart, but only if you want to," he said softly. You cautiously made your way into Maverick's arms, and he hugged you snuggly against his chest. It felt warm and nice, and your heart quickened slightly as his scent danced around you. It was comfortable. Tom joined you both, wrapping his arms around you and Maverick, kissing your head softly. "I think this could work."

Part 1:

[kayetra-spade-queen]

You know what kinda bothers me after watching Arjun Prince of Bali for a while?

Throne of Bali depicting Arjun in a not so favorable light, despite the entire movie's whole purpose is to promote his then up and coming series.

And in the end, Bheem became the savior. Like, ok, it's originally a movie from Bheem's side of the series, but CB team making anyone else the hero instead of Bheem challenge (impossible).

Once again, I'm not here to bash on either shows; they're my favorite shows despite all things considered. It's just that I have to be in overanalyzing state at everything ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Arjun's Introductory

Arjun's introduction is anything but nice. First glance, he was depicted as an arrogant prince who thinks he doesn't need help from other people just because he's the prince.

And lo and behold, he softened up after half of the movie.

Idk if it's just me being biased. But if it were me, if I want to introduce a character that I wanted to make a whole series about, and the movie was my promotion tactic, I'd give him more character that still holds true when he had the series.

Like, ok, the series was like 3 years after Throne of Bali timeline-wise (Arjun being 8 at TOB, then 11 at APOB), so I get that he grew up and matured up. But god forbid introducing a character in such a way.

Tanya & Zimmbu's Absence

What kinda irks me is the fact that Tanya doesn't exist. So does Zimmbu, and they're supposed to be Arjun's little sister and pet respectively.

What I assume is that Arjun's story is still half-baked when Throne of Bali was up. So instead of fleshing out the story and characters first, they just decided to go with whatever they have, and went along with the movie's release anyways.

Which, I guess they're chasing a deadline, so I guess I should cut them some slack. But still, excluding very crucial people from Arjun's life other than his parents that make up for more than half of his character is a bit much, no?

Bheem Being the Story's 'Savior'

I get it, it's Bheem's movie originally, so I get why putting Bheem on a spotlight more. But again, it's Arjun's movie at the end of the day, shouldn't it be reasonable that Arjun be the ultimate savior?

He's the crown prince for crying out loud, why did it shift to Bheem being a prince??

Which, I supposed because Bheem was a well-known figure already, in which if he's not the main hero, less people would take interest in the series.

But then again, another solution is to make both of them the ultimate saviors. But hey, I'm no Green Gold.

Now, it's time for me to tackle on a bit of kinda like a rewrite but not really. I'm just gonna list out that what I would like to be changed in the movie.

Involving Tanya and Zimmbu

I think involving Arjun's closest person and animal is detrimental for his character overall. Despite his personality, Arjun is a caring older brother and would actually put his sister first before him (which, ik in some cases Tanya came second, but that's because she just wanted to do what her brother was doing, but my point still stands for overall reasons).

Arjun would still be hostile towards Bheem and his friends, which would make sense because he doesn't know them, despite being the people his uncle trusted. I'd replaced his arrogance to just focusing on keeping his sister from harm's way. He'd keep her close at all times during the span of the movie until Arjun could slowly trust Bheem.

Arjun's Personality

I get that he's made to be the type to enjoy attention and limelight, and also a bit of competitive. But how did it turned to complete arrogance??

In the series, as far as I know, the only times Arjun ever used his title against someone was towards villains who's making havoc towards the kingdom, and Arjun have to use his title to let the villains know that their actions are acknowledged by the order. Arjun might've still be only a prince, but he's the eventual ruler, so his words also holds power despite his current position.

Once again, I'm using Arjun's caring big bro personality at play here (Arjun acted the same way to Khojo, and sometimes even Sankat). Realistically, I don't think Arjun would've cared much about getting attention from his people while his home is literally being under attack. His main focus should be at making sure the people who's still unaffected by the curse remains safe.

Arjun would still kept his distance from the gang for safety measures; he still doesn't trust them in fear that they might've had some ulterior motives behind their help that Arjun knew nothing about. His hostile attitude towards them was to keep himself, and his sister and pet safe from potential danger.

Arjun would keep Tanya entertained and maybe comfort her when she's getting homesick. She and Zimmbu are his only family left at the time, so keeping them close to him at all times was an absolute need for not just for them, but also for himself.

I think Arjun would soften up when Tanya gets more close with the others. Arjun is still close Indumati and trusts her because she is family, but Tanya getting really friendly with everyone else was kinda like a stepping stone for him to loosen up.

As Arjun began to soften up and trusts them, he'll be more friendlier to them.

And trusting Tanya with the others was a huge step for him into completely trusting them. Regardless of everything, Tanya was at the top of his priority, so trusting his sister's safety with them was huge.

Ending

What irks me most was at the end of everything, Bheem was the ultimate savior. Hello, is this movie supposed to promote Arjun or not??

When Bheem fell into the cracks and into the lava, Arjun would be following him in an attempt to save him from falling into the lava, but both ended up falling in anyways, but was saved regardless.

Bheem would be told that he still have many lives to save in the future, while Arjun would be told that as the prince of Bali and the eventual ruler of the kingdom, Arjun have the utmost responsibility to keep the kingdom from harm, and possibly foreshadowing Bali's second calamity and his fight with Hiranya.

I think that's all I have to offer. If there's any more, I'd add it later.

[danwhobrowses]

nothing to see here just a crazy shipper guy going crazy over Callowmoore under the bit, if that's not for you then go about your business

So fellow Callowmoores how we feelin' this morning/evening? Because it's evening right now and I'm still bouncing off the walls in my mind

The one post could not keep me contained! No seriously the amount of tags I put in hit a limit and doesn't show them all

I mean yes we didn't get a kiss (yet) but goddamn we got so much, it has possessed me, deranged me, it's leaking outta my brain I gotta talk about it, so either jump out or buckle up because this overflow is gonna be long

First off I just gotta talk about how so many things almost lined up how I imagined them because it just makes it feel like they looked into my head and thought 'hey that's kinda good'. Like, I wanted Fearne to take the shard at Mori's, it was a safer space for her than the Ziggurat which is tainted by bad memories (this and other campaigns), I just didn't expect it so soon, thought they'd at least have a full rest first. In fact I had a whole scene in my mind where in a desperate gambit Delilah took over Laudna while she slept and just knocked on Ashton's door in a form of dread going 'where's the shard Ashton?'. It's key to this I promise not only because I enjoyed the idea of Ashton not taking any of Delilah's shit (plus for you Imodnas out there the mental scene involves Ashton whispering 'Imogen's in danger' to wake her, they also ask where Paté is because they still have that 'Paté is Delilah' theory) but it also expanded on the possible helplessness Ashton would have being unable to assist Fearne with taking the shard

'You're a child, Ashton. A blunt instrument that charges blindly into harm, would you really risk Fearne's life to earn her forgiveness? You know what it can do, what happens when you can't protect her from it?'

Of course, Ashton would never give Delilah the shard, which would frustrate Delilah since she can't manipulate them, but the comment weighs on Ashton a little. Which is when the whole waking Laudna happens and she leaves, but Fearne is in his room (the Vox Machina bathtub scene being inspiration), having asked to sleep there for comfort and asks them if it worries them. Which is where I often got to use this quote

'I don't believe in fate, but I believe in you'

And it sticks with me because it's super romantic, but also on-brand for Ashton, there were variations like the longer 'things only affect our path if we choose to believe they do; fate is complicated, the gods don't give a fuck, and I don't wanna even think about legacy anymore, I don't believe in them, but I believe in you' but then the next morning comes and Ashton gives her the ring, since I forgot about attunement there were instances where it was a sneaky sleight of hand thing, and Fearne completes the process. Of course, with weeks to go on there were a lot more scenarios like Fearne pickpocketing the Ashton doll to practice talking to and putting it back, Ashton seeking Mori for advice, herbal tea visions where Ashton entered their own mind and encounters the empress while on the outside Delilah possesses Laudna to try and drain the power from them, one where the shard having been reshaped through Ashton is less intense on Fearne for the first 4 rounds (since they blew up on the fifth) because Ashton's essence is containing and dissipating the hostile energy, and one where the group secretly vote against Ashton being there for Fearne taking the shard (Imogen, Laudna, and Chetney 3 to 2 against Orym and FCG) but Fearne as the decider pulls them over because she needs them there, stuff like that I'm sure fanfic writers could consume to their heart's content (and are free to, go nuts). But these scenes stood out because it had elements of stuff that are linked to or actually happened in the episode; Fearne does take the shard, Ashton endorses that Fearne is the only one who can take it, Ashton gives her the ring and Shattered Vigor is apparently a thing where Ashton is practically taking Fearne's pain to protect her, that alone is enough to go insane over.

And can we talk about the ring for a moment, because like THE RING. I'm not talking about generically either I mean that this ring has been significant to the shard saga ever since Ashton claimed it. It was found on the corpse of someone infused into stone, into the earth, right between the whole eidolons stuff where Ashton connected with an Earth elemental and then the Grau Dashari stuff with the crystals they merged with their hammer and then the Bor'dor incident, that could've easily been a titan-based punishment. Also, Ring of Volcanic Flesh, like Ashton's stone arm? And if that wasn't enough, what was the first thing Fearne stole from Ashton when they reunited? The ring, the act that broke down Ashton's walls as they let out a most heartfelt 'I missed you, so much' the ring that Fearne stole right off of Ashton's fingers only for them to willingly put in her hand to protect her, because just as they said at the clock tower, everything they have belongs to her. And while legacy and hubris had a part in the shard incident, part of it was also for Fearne. I don't believe there's any situation where if Fearne said she wanted the shard at the clock tower Ashton would've said no; Ashton knows that Fearne was key to the shard dislodging in the lava, they sensed it was in a way key to both of them, but there was no reality where Ashton was gonna force Fearne to take the shard if she didn't want it. And yes it blew up in their face, much like Fearne they saw an image of themselves they didn't want to be, their soul broke with the realisation that they hurt the one person they never wanted to hurt, but thanks to Percy they also realised that they had to change. It wasn't enough to see everyone else having someone at the reunion and internalizing 'if someone has to not come back it's gotta be me' they had to make steps towards being the person the Hells needs them to be, someone who can come back with them.

Which is where last episode started setting it up, and I didn't speak much about it at the time because other than the pretty plain 'I would've rather died than hurt Fearne' insinuation (which in turn was confessed to save Fearne from falling) there was only crumbs that could be interpreted other ways; for instance Birdie's tale with Athion and Olly being somewhat of a parallel to Tevan and Ashton, the formers wooing Birdie and Fearne with temptations of indulgence while the latters drawing their attention by being subjects of intrigue, defiance and kindness, plus they saved the latters (Birdie literally via escaping the prisons and Fearne emotionally and literally), or before the Orym conversation when Ashton takes 'one last look' Taliesin looks towards Ashley last. But I knew there was poetic significance to Ashton failing the communication trial, Marisha sensed the vibe too, but even though Fearne was nervous about guiding Ashton, the fault fell to poor dice rolls (and Liam not keeping shtum and summoning thunderwasps) and once again Ashton in an attempt to prove themselves falls flat on their ass in front of the person they most want to prove it to. And that did break my heart a little I must admit because as poetic as it was who hasn't been there? Ashton's journey of proving themselves has been laden with failure too; being unable to protect anyone from Otohan led to them almost being TPK'd, being unable to keep the group together at the Malleus Key led to the group being scattered, and then Team Trauma's stuff - Orym was despondent and Laudna's a wreck, got a random 'shepherd's boy', a powerful Cobalt Soul teen prodding about the solstice and all of Deni$e here added as mainly combat support, loners but no leaders, Dawnfather angel thinks them insignificant, dark spirits trying to consume their only leads about the Hishari - and the moment Ashton started to trust Bor'dor after the pipe vision what happens? Betrayal, Hunger of the Shadow and Delilah is let back in, Ashton couldn't even keep Laudna safe from herself, they reunite, try to sort out their shit with their past, discover that they might have a destiny to fulfill and end up being too willing to die in place of others, and unable to protect their new family from themselves, because of these recent failures it was important that Ashton proved themselves in the trust trial.

And thankfully they did, there was no way to prove that anyone was a Doppelganger and yet, Ashton still trusted Fearne; twice saving her from the flora even when told to leave her behind. And they were close to another failure when the branch was snatched - after their attempts to keep it safe by throwing it in the pool alone - but they trusted Chet and Orym (father/son duo) to cover more ground while they helped Fearne. And even when FCG told Ashton 'I think it's Fearne', and when Imogen was untrusting of Fearne, Ashton abandoned their held action to save FCG from the brambles because they knew Fearne could be trusted. They trusted Imogen to connect to Ruidus and as mentioned endorsed Fearne to take the shard.

And sure, in my mental scenarios Ashton gives her the shard, doing the same she did for them, but I did say almost like how I imagined. And Ashton still did everything they could, plus Imogen comforted their visible worry, but once it's complete they're just in awe, and then their own spark awakens through her touch, a touch they were unafraid of even at the threat of newfound fire, and now for the first time ever they feel whole. She saved them, and now they finally feel complete, and now this time Fearne is agape, Fearne is in awe, and everything she had hoped Ashton would gain from taking the shard before has come to fruition through her, and it's just, joy, pure incorruptible joy, a kindred connection that belongs to just them. Plus a big piece of paper for all the new powers they are excited to learn about from each other, with each other, and while Matt can talk about there being risks to them because you gotta balance the combat the narrative significance is still there.

But dammit they need to kiss, I've yelled it enough times in my head; like the lava, the clock tower, before and after Fearne took the shard, the only times they did kiss was before the solstice (the forehead kiss) and the ziggurat and both preceded bad times, they deserve a proper one, not one at risk of being a goodbye, something precious, irreplaceable and theirs to have, to share. And I don't know if they should use the patented 'can I kiss you?' or take a tip from BeauYasha and use 'I wanna kiss you so bad right now' or find something else to make their own but I desire it so much, had it happened this ep I probably would've melted out of my seat. They're awkward and nervous but they gotta take the leap, Ashton needs to realise they're loved and maybe even be told that they deserve it even when they feel they don't, and Fearne has to take a risk too, the shard put doubt to her decisions but that doesn't mean she can run from her strong emotions. It doesn't fix everything of course, but sometimes people heal better together than apart. As a currently vorbed half-elf once said 'drink the courage first'.

Curiosity continues to send me after the ep, and while some people are attempting to blemish or rain on the parade (I mean, I try not to speak ill of other ships in general, but if you're gonna be negative about it you can at least do it in your lane, your tags not ours) I am still just riding the high of the possibilities. True, the unknown can make me nervous, and I will admit the group has to give Ashton and Fearne space (they're just excited, and with the bloody bridge hinting to be a final moon-based battle there is that sense of urgency) Imodna had nudges sure but they have been a bit heavy-handed and kinda chaperoned around them, Fearne and Ashton seldom get time alone, one can hope they can get that time with each other next episode.

[neverlearnedtoread]

Spinning Silver

⭐⭐⭐⭐; the staryk king and mirnatius with the word 'wife' on the board: there's only one thing more horrible than a wife.... *rips off paper* MY wife

Oh?? 👌😉😏

women are fucking amazing and wonderful and terrifying and unequivocal badasses. especially to their husbands. it's about the fantasy of a marriage you have no control over being perfectly suited to you in ways you didn't even know it could

inhuman fae creatures that actually have a separate culture and set of rules they are governed by. they're much more powerful than humans, of course, but they are bound to their laws, and if you're smart you can work with that

fairytale-esque magic system that relies heavily on (1) trickery (2) Having Audacity and (3) the rule of threes 😉. we love a soft magic system that rewards big swings and BDE!

not one, but TWO separate arranged marriages engaged in HEATED pvp AKA two people bound in hostile matrimony trying to kill each other while having 'wait, are they hot? fuck!' moments

you can be cold and practical and still be a good person. you can be strong enough to protect yourself without sacrificing others. with a good enough grasp of contracts you can force a demon to leave your kingdom AND husband unharmed in a 2-for-1 deal

No.. ❌🤢🤮

multiple POVs with no names for chapter titles so you have to figure out who it is from context clues - if you're like me and love a little puzzle to go with your reading time, you'll really enjoy it (Novik does it VERY well) but if you get confused easily or don't wanna put in the brainpower its annoying and overly complicated

if you don't like enemies-to-lovers where they actually argue and are ideologically opposed, you're not gonna enjoy the romance subplots. this is not a 'forbidden-lovers' kinda enemies-to-lovers. this is firmly in the 'my husband misses me a lot - but his aim is getting better!' zone

really quick wrap up - it gets tied up a little too fast after the final confrontation with the Big Bad. i wouldve liked at least to have irina POV at the end because her side of things just. gets left hanging

Summary: Miryem is a daughter and granddaughter of moneylenders, and though her father doesn't have the hardheartedness to be a good one, she'd rather be despised for what she's owed than starve. Her knack for the trade, coupled with her sharp tongue, draws the ire of her village, and even more alarmingly, the Staryk's attentions; faerie creatures who only covet gold, they take her offhanded boast that she can turn silver into gold quite literally, and show up at her door to hold her true to her careless words - which, honestly, kind of backfires on them when she rises to the challenge and upends their realm into complete disarray, so maybe there's a lesson there for the next group of nonhumans to learn: don't bet the house against a human girl whose Had Enough Of All This Bullshit. She might win.

Concept: 💭💭💭 I don't know Rumpelstiltskin's story very well, and Ice Kingdom aesthetics aren't my favourite (you can blame it on my residual dislike of Frozen), but I DID read Uprooted before this. I wasn't as into the book blurb as I was with Uprooted, but I'm an experienced (and opinionated) enough reader to know when to trust my gut - if I find an author's writing style easy to read, and I enjoy how they handle their themes, I'm not afraid of diving into deep waters. If it's that bad, I can always DNF

Execution: 💥💥💥💥 As I've come to expect with Novik's writing, a wonderfully easy read; the storytelling voice flows smoothly and makes me want to keep on reading. No slogging through difficult to understand passages and too slow pacing for me! I instantly wanted to collect every POV character like puppies in a basket, no matter how brief their sections were. I will say the ending does forget what it wants to say and simply ends on a happy note, instead of a complete thought. It doesn't tie in the POV characters together strongly enough - I would've loved to see an epilogue scenes with the 3 main female characters supporting each other, or at least being three distinct Bad Bitches!

Personal Enjoyment: ❤❤❤❤❤ Mostly because of Irina and Miryem (and Wanda)'s absolute BDE. They truly brought their stories to life and felt very dynamic, constantly driving the story forward through their actions, especially because their personalities and characteristics were so well-suited to the challenges they faced (Miryem rules-lawyering the Staryk, Irina taking to politics, Wanda keeping faith despite all the shit she's been through). Honorary shoutout to the complete hilarity of Mirnatius's POV (though ultimately it IS more indulgence than necessity, I respect Novik for it) - may he spend the rest of his life desperately drawing his wife in vain search of her bad angles!

Favourite Moment: the running gag of mirnatius losing his fucking mind trying to prove irina isn't hot. you know that post that's like 'find a blorbo to draw and your art skills will start improving so much faster'? irina is his blorbo. special mention of the scene he gets jealous realizing a random guard has a crush on his behated wife and immediately jumps to the conclusion that irina would want to fuck the guard for the sake of the kingdom. babygirl the hoops you are jumping........where is this gymnastics routine even going 😭 this man is not beating the meow meow allegations..

Favourite Character: It's really a tie between Miryem and Irina, who are both so similar yet different at the same time. Miryem's BDE was enjoyably explosive - she throws it in everyone's face, which is perfect to play off of the Staryk's otherworldly impassiveness. Irina's BDE was a lot more...steely. Quietly coming into her own as she realized how adept she was at politics, and how perfectly well-suited that made her to being tsarina - and when they finally met each other? it was so funny when were like 'hey...why dont we kill our husbands via pokemon battle??'

[fandomwandererer]

Mirror dp (maybe dpx mirror dc)

Heavily inspired by the brilliant series cirque de triomphe which is an earth 3/mirror world au, and the dpxdc parts will be with that version of mirror dc

But basically the idea is every hero is a vilian and vice versa. Normal peoples moralities are more or less unchanged.

To me, this version of danny would have gone insane inside the portal, and came out wanting to hurt people as bad as he was. He's able to hide that he is dead still, but he basically uses his time as fenton just planning a new way to make everyone else feel this terrible burning pain he feels.

Vlad is not particularly obsessed with maddie, but still obsessed with danny ( he thinks he can redeem danny)

Many of the various ghosts that invade are there bc they sense a disturbance of ectoplasm hurting people, and it reminds them too much of their first deaths to leave it be.

The giw and Fentons are just slightly more ethical and a good bit more open to accepting new evidence. When plasmius and skulker ask them for a way to stop the wraiths wrath, they change their minds on all ghosts are evil, bc plasmids looks so genuinely distraught at the prospect. - bc they are sorta villians, I'm sorta flipping there morality

I don't know what Val is gonna be like in this. Possibly contacted by plasmius to help fight danny, but then discovers his identity and does an 'I can fix him' only to get brutally murdered by danny and comes back as a similarly insane ghost

The dragon Prince dude is gonna be on the run after his sisters hostile takeover.

Clockwork is basically the same except he actively enjoy watching peeps suffer. Dan is a version of danny driven sane who attacks and fuses cores with his one time allies, the tyrant rulers Pandora and frostbite. Clockwork interferes bc their is a lot less suffering and he wants his angst back thank you.

Dpxdc under read more.

If this is a cirque de triomphe dc fusion, danny never joins the society bc he's too busy tormenting his town and being locked away again.

Vlad uses his company and ghostly wiles to undermine Wayne industries subtly, and is .. remarkably resistant to assignation attempts. Its one of the last of grayson talons missions, and infact becomes something of a tradition. When Bruce thinks they are fully trained, talon is sent to assaniate vlad masters, they always fail, but its a good test of how well they work.

Vlad made friends with both the insider and lex separately. The insider by sending them an anti possession blueprint( which is eventually made and given to Billy and any other marvels) and lex by being at a lex Corp business event in metropolis when ultraman attacks and massively helping lexs emergency engineering session

[yellowocaballero]

HEY!! Your trigun swap au is so very good!! I've always loved roleswap aus as a concept, and yours is the perfect example of why. it's all about the balancing act of twisting the (swapped) character's background/mentalities for maximum domino effect while not actually *destroying* the character ya know? you still gotta recognize them, it's half of the fun. just some little nudges here... and there... with the delightful result of a changed plot/world that you can discover anew

Also I surprisingly vibe with Dr Knives. a lot. what can I say I guess it's the fucked up superiority-inferiority/guilt complex with a dash of imposter syndrome. also the transgenderism. he's just like me fr fr (minus the speciesism and bloodlust) 1/3

SPEAKING OF! I'm literally a week late for that but chapter 4 may be my favorite so far. it's got it all: Ww's bloodlust coming through and being given a GUN, M&M being #JustNormalGunsmokeKidsThings about it, Knives being incredibly tired and enthusiastically murderous in turns, TRANS PEOPLE!! Funky morally dubious trans men ! Intersex nonbinary Knives (in humans terms) !! small internal rants about ecosystems!

I particularly like that one bc I too found myself twitching whenever I see (in fics or fandom at large) Gunsmoke being shown as a ~hostile, barren~ planet when, like.... *waves agitedly at the Tomases* *waves frantically at the WORMS, in all their INCREDIBLY DIVERSIFIED sizes and shapes* tell me there isn't an entire ecosystem supporting and including these bad boys. And god do I wanna know about it. Terraforming this terraforming that. Enough. I want bio-worldbuilding fics that are just as weird and unhinged as the rest of trigun (2/3)

To go back to Nicholas : I loved his discussion with Knives about fate and predestination and stuff (esp since -I may be reading too much into it, but it’s interesting that Knives says he doesn’t believe in predestination anymore, and just a bit later goes about how his personality is Like That bc he’s Biologically Programmed for it), and his last words in it are especially ominous. WHAT were you gonna say about Vash. How does it concern Nicholas. This is gonna bite them in the ass later isn’t it.

Also ur last asks/answers REALLY doesn’t reassure me about woowoo’s fate. Is he gonna die. Is he gonna end up going thru the same things than his canon counterpart (concentrate of medical-and-general unethicality). Idk what those flags are for but boy They Are There.

Aallll that to say I absolutely love that fic and can't wait to see what you do next with it, thank you so much !! (3/3)

This is so nice thank you so much :D :D :D To comment in order:

Roleswaps are no fun if you can't recognize the character. You're absolutely right - the funnest part is to make the smallest changes possible, and see how they cause the biggest differences. That's true of every AU, honestly - you guys know those 600k shonen manga aus where something major is different but every story beat is identical to canon? Or they're identical to every other au? They're addictive but without substance. Also sounds boring to write.

It's so funny that you (and others) vibe with Dr. Knives! From my end, he has my own very wry deadpan and self-esteem problems. Characters who have both a ridiculously inflated ego for comedy purposes and some real self-esteem problems for drama purposes work great.

I was surprised that so many people enjoyed the trans thing so much! I didn't expect it to make people so happy. Of course it's a nice surprise. I don't remember why I made the BDN decision (funny, probably) or the 'Knives invented gender reassignment surgery' thing (funny definitely), but a very active decision and something that made Knives above every other character fun to write is that he is not a human being and does not think of himself as such. The way his body experiences emotion is different, his body itself is different in a way that probably includes genitalia, and there's no reason for him to experience gender the same way. As I'm about to talk about in the upcoming chapter, he casually refers to himself as a thing and with it/its and it doesn't affect his superiority complex whatsoever.

I...would not have said that this is trans by myself, if that makes sense, because I wouldn't have wanted to say "in order to really hammer in how this character is INHUMAN then I'm gonna make him not male or female and prefer neopronouns!". It's just the shape of the character, to me. BUT LIKE IF Y'ALL LIKE IT! NO PROBLEM! I was just worried I might be saying the wrong thing, so I didn't want to say it, if that makes sense. Y'all can say it though.

Trigun worldbuilding is nonsensical and hideously vague and as a writer if you stop and think too hard about silly questions like "where does the wood come from" or "why is Vash eating salmon sandwiches" then you go insane. But...yeah, Gunsmoke's like any other ecosystem, and its worms and thomases seem to be doing great! It's not Gunsmoke's fault it is almost completely uninhabitable to humans. It sucks for us, but...does Knives care about that??? Lmfao???

There is a shitton to say about Knives' relationship with predestination and inevitability, because it's why he made the worst decision of his life. I think of it as...reasonable, in a lot of ways. If all you knew about humanity was what you read in history textbooks, and human history ended with the destruction of Earth and themselves, how would you feel? Everything humans have done, they do again. And if they dissected your sister, in an act of cruelty that they had done to even themselves...of course you'd worry. Of course. If you're young and scared and you can hear the screams of the dead in your ears, of course you feel like it's going to be you or them. And if you're.........Millions Knives.......and reverse!Vash.....then eliminating the threat is just good business sense.

And you aren't reading too much into it - Trigun in so many ways is about choices, and the impact of your choices. Your decisions are you own, and you must take responsibility for them. Decisions have weight in Trigun. I think what ppl miss sometimes about Vash is that he also wants to fuckin' murder people sometimes. He wants to be violent, he wants to hurt. He just chooses not to. Sometimes choosing pacifism is a hard fucking choice, and I think wiping that away does a disservice to the character. So if Knives would say, "Well, it's just who I am, I had no choice, I had no control, I just go nuts and murder it's not on me..." - what does that mean, in Trigun? It's??? Like??? A pussy thing to say???

But, the way I thought about it - what Knives is fighting is his internal sense that he is predestined for cruelty. He knows "who he really is" and any attempt at goodness is futile, because he's secretly bad and will always be bad. And he fucks up sometimes and starts exploding worms. But Knives chooses goodness, and I don't think he's really cottoned on that his choice to do good is more important than his internal desires to do bad and his history of badness. Because he hates himself.

I think what Knives knows now as an adult is that our lives have paved a path for us to tread. Sometimes that path is innocent, and sometimes your life paves a very nasty path. But it's our choice if we walk it or not. Knives knows what his path is, and it gives him extreme shame - but he chose which one he walked, and that's what I judge him on. Still funny how much he loves murder though.

[redrydersrequiem]

Reunited chapter 2

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updated 3/19/25

This is again for my own entertainment. I like to write even if im not the best at it. I like to use pictures and gifs in my stories it makes it more theatrical in my mind. I redo sentences and add stuff all the time cause I continuously reread my stuff and try to fix things. I hope everyone enjoys and i hope all of you have a good day. ❤️

Miles pov

Light blinds my foggy eyes everything coming slowly into view when something big and blue takes up most of my view 

“Colonel, can you hear me?”   A blue savage is staring down at me and my first reaction is to punch the hell out of them. 

Everything is jumbled as I don't know where I am or what's going on just that I have a hostile near me and I need to get the hell up out of here. More hostile show up all I can do is take swings at them as they try to grab me and hold me down. The first one from before is now in front of me again. While the others all hold me back.

“Hold him! Calm down, colonel! Come on it's me, Corporal Wainfleet!”

I finally take a breath and focus on the face in front of me. Wait did that thing say he was Corporal Wainfleet? What. Squinting at the Navi in front I see it does look like Lyle but blue. 

“Lyle? Is it you?”

“Yes and Z-dog and Fig,” Lyle says gesturing to the two navis respectfully holding me. I take a moment and collect myself. 

“Just let me go. I'm completely calm.” I can see they all slightly hesitate but do so anyway, still keeping their hand up just in case I start swinging again. But I don't care about them right now as I finally notice my own two fists. No longer the tan skin I'm used to, instead they are blue. No, it can’t be. I push Wainfleet aside and go toward the giant glass window in front of me. One of those savages stares back at me from the mirror. Hands moving the same as mine eyes blinking the same everything.

“Well, ain’t this a bitch.” I say now realizing what has become of me.

After being checked out by the scientist I'm reunited with Wainfleet and ordered to watch some video from my past or some shit like that.

“Attention two minutes until we hit the surface.”

I just ignore the soldier barking orders at me floating around trying to watch the video I've been told I have to. Once it starts my previous self shows up on the screen. All tan skin and gray hair. Tough guy military stance through and through.

“ In case you were in doubt you are Colonel Miles Quaritch, just younger, taller, bluer, and less pretty.”

 I just huff at my former self's gusto.

“In two weeks  I will attack the Navi fortress. It was thought advisable that I make this backup. Parker what the hell else do i need to say to this.”

“Just remind him how it works anything else you need him to know yada yada” “ Freaking useless” I hear the former human say under his breath.  

“Your memories and your personality are going to be sent back to earth where you are being cultivated just like the other lucky sobs of our team. You are a recombinant with my memories and my charm. You won't be able to remember my death because it won't happen.”

A chuckle occurs from over the human's shoulder, a female chuckle 

“Miles are you guys just now doing your daily video logs cause if you are i'm gonna have to write you up.”

A woman appears behind Miles, everyone else in the background looking sheepish until she fully enters the frame. She is gorgeous. Her smile was breathtaking, making my heart pulse loudly a low pur coming from my blue chest.

“Hello there darlin. How’s the baby.?”  Baby? What baby? Is all I can think, attention directly on the video playing as my tail flags anxiously behind me. Stupid thing.

“Jr is fine he’s at his check-up and I thought I would check in on y’all, what are you all doing all secretly up in here hmm”

“Nothing darlin, Parker just making us all catch up on our chores right guys? I hear yes and aye-aye from the background”

“Well if you guys would just do what you're supposed to you wouldn’t get in trouble.”

“You’re right darlin. Why are you in here though aren’t you tired.”

“I am but just because I had a baby doesn’t mean I can’t help out. The lab people are running around and I'm just making sure everyone is where they are supposed to be.”

“Well why don't you go back to our room and sleep darlin I'll make sure your job is all done and I'll pick up Jr.”

“Miles, if I didn’t know any better I would say you're trying to get rid of me.”

“ Not at all mamas, I just want you and the little one to be all rested.

“Fine, I'll let you get back to your little video.”

The woman moves off my predecessor's lap but not before bending down to cup his face, planting a quick kiss on his lips. I notice a ring around her finger. So she wasn’t just a baby momma she meant something to him, to me. As she slips away the original faces back at the camera and measures it with a tight look 

“That right there is someone very important. She means the world, remember that soldier without her you ain’t got nothin'. Now she doesn’t know what's about to go down. Or maybe she does I don't know, she's quicker than she looks. But remember she is to be protected. 

Whatever happens you as a clone have two objectives, the most important: take care of that beautiful thing you just saw. And secondly get revenge on the man who almost took her away Jake Sully. Remember that a marine can never be defeated. You can kill us but we just regroup in hell. Semper fi.”

“Ohrah” I hear Lyle say floating in front of me.

“Lyle, who was that?”

“Who was who, Colonel”

“the girl?”

“Oh, that was y/n”. 

“y/n” 

“Yeah, she was your fiancé. She was part of our team remember”

“Yeah I think but I don't remember everything”

“It’s cool colonel give it a bit they said we'll get all our memories back in time” 

“Wait you said she was part of our team right.” 

“Yeah colonel she was a great field medic but also a great soldier” 

“What happened to her?”

“I, I, actually don't know, I don't remember!, hey geeks were missing someone.” Lyle yells over to the scientist but before they can answer we hear the landing protocol go into effect. I guess we'll deal with this when we get to the ground.

I drop the subject for the Moment as I go over to the rest of my team to start our briefing. 

“Well, ladies we are definitely not in Kansas anymore. We’re on our way to Pandora. I know you're all asking yourselves the same question: why so blue?”

Chuckles go around as the twelve sets of eyes focus on me.

“The sins of the past have made us reborn in the form of our enemies. We have their size, their strength and their speed, added to our training its a powerful cocktail”.

“We got a mission?”. Lopez asks from his set in the back. 

“We do. Our mission is to find and kill the leader of the Navi rebel army. They call him Toruk makto. We called him Jake Sully.”

“But before we get to hunting I know you’ve all noticed we're missing a body here”.

“Yeah, where is y/l/n.” 

“I dont know yet zdarnski but trust me i'm going to find out so till then you all go about your business while i figure out mine.”

Lyle is at my six as we stalk through the base looking for the head of General Ardmore.

“Colonel there they are”,  Lyle points over to a middle-aged woman head bitch energy radiating from her. Emphasis on the bitch

“General Ardmore,” I say standing at the ready in front of the small woman 

“Nice to meet you, Colonel. I hear good things. But a lot has changed since you were last here. Come”

“She gestures walking through the bridgehead”

“The new command center here has just been commissioned. The crowd fitters can erect a building in six days. We’ve done more here in one year than in the previous 30 years. No longer is our mission here to mine. It’s too tame. We are here to make Pandora the new home of humanity. But before we can do that we have to pacify the savages. Sully's whims have become bolder and more frequent. His attacks are well executed. Good coordination between the troops. We only know that they are probably hiding out between the hallelujah mountains and we are still unable to flush them out. That is where your team will come in.”

“That’s all and well but I do have a pressing matter to deal with first.

“And what is that colonel?”

“I seem to be missing an important member of my team.”

“Ahh yes come with me” 

She leads Lyle and me around to a lap-looking sector. The ceilings were thankfully high enough that we didn't have to crouch. It was just getting through doors that sucked.  Taking sips of the co in my mask we come to a giant window, probably looking into a lap. The general presses a few buttons and the once dark glass now becomes clear. 

A Navi women who looked very much like y/n 

“No.”

“General I know you had relations with this woman when you were human is that correct”

“To my knowledge yes but none of the files said she had died.” 

“Yes, well with what we found we were able to determine she died of blood loss during the battle of Hometree. She and another soldier were both gunned down by the natives.”

My hands just clenched into fists as I continued to stare at the young woman behind the glass. 

“Since she was part of your unit and a capable soldier she was also made part of Project Phoenix. However, due to her health problems, her backup was from a much earlier date than the rest of you. Like you all, she went back to her twenty-year-old self with her memories being uploaded from the video logs she did before the battle. Like you all, she doesn’t remember or know of her death. Unlike you though We  had to take more liberties with some of her memories since she was very personable with the traitors during your time which is why I have a hard job for you colonel”

“And what would that be”

“I want you and your unit to keep a very close eye on Corporal y/l/n here to make sure she stays on mission. Got it”

“Understood general.”

“Good she should be woken up soon and the scientist think it would help for you to be there. They’ll contact you when they are ready till then im sure you both have other people to notify. 

Your pov

Everything hurts. My body feels like I’ve never moved but overworked every muscle at the same time. My ears are ringing and my eyes sting. What is going on? Did I get sick overnight or something? Damn. I hear clapping and a few snaps next to my ears startling me, probably one of the others messing with me but I can’t bring myself to swat at the sound.

“Corporal can you hear us”

“Huh” 

“Corporal I need you to open your eyes if you can” Wait am I in medical right now what happened?

“I slowly open my eyes, a bright light flowing into them. 

“Responses look good. Ok corporal y/l/n  can you look at us please”

I finally turn my head and see a nurse. A tiny nurse. What the hell? I try to swing up quickly but everyone goes on to try and calm me down, everyone is tiny-looking and starting to freak me out. But suddenly blue flashes in my peripheral 

“Darlin, I need you to calm down. 

Wait, that voice that's Miles, Miles will help me. I quickly turn to look at the voice of the man I love when a male Navi stares back at me. My jerk reaction is to push him away. Some unknown man staring at me while I feel like I've been drugged yeah that's a no-go situation but the male grabs on hard to my arms. It’s not until I go to push again that I notice my arms aren't my arms.

“Darlin, I need you to calm down and take a breath real quick, ok.”

“I'm just frozen in shock” 

“ Quartich?”

“Yeah darlin it’s me.” I then and see the other avatar that tried to grab looked familiar as well. 

“Lyle?”

“Hey, sweet cheeks.”

Miles just growls out at Lyle and that is when I know for sure it’s my miles that’s standing in front of me. The boys get me to calm down as the doctors now look me over. I’m too busy staring in the Mirror at my new body to pay attention to anything they say. Wainfleet had taken up a spot along the wall in my view to give me some reassurance. While Miles had gone off to speak with someone I just continued to stare. It was me that looked in the mirror but it wasn’t me that looked back.

After getting my bill of health, some fresh clothes and a rundown on the CO2 mask and where i have to use them. Miles and Lyle escort me to our new quarters.

Entering everything is gigantic. It would probably be comical if any normal humans saw it. 

“L/N” I hear called out loudly as a body comes crashing with mine. It’s Z-dog with Lopez and Mansks not far behind her all the others also standing to come to greet me. 

“Wow, Zdinarskit'st you I'm so glad to see you again.”

I grab and hug z much to her jargon.(she’s not really a hugger) Lopez and Mansks also come over and pull me into a quick hug, everyone else nodding at me with a smile on their face.

Look At you all. It’s kinda weird everyone is blue. 

“Don’t you know it” hear Ja call out from the back of the group. Everyone just laughing as Miles and Lyle rejoin everyone now that I've been reintegrated. 

“Well would you look at that, the whole squad together again,” Lyle says tucking me and z in each arm squeezing us into his side. We both just exchange a glance before brushing him off onto the floor, everyone else laughing.

“That's enough ladies. I hear Miles shout into the room.

You all know your rooms we'll meet back here tomorrow morning at o700 hours.

Roger colonel. Everyone just salutes and goes back to goofing around or going to their designated quarters. I kind of just stand there like a deer in headlights watching it all. Taking in everyone’s new faces and bodies. My family is back together again and right now that's all I can find in me to care about.

The next couple of days are very tiring. Training to get back into shape and familiar with our new body’s strength and size. Miles is a constant by my side, us practically going right back to where we left off. But it feels like i'm forgetting something, something important, it's on the tip of my tongue but it wont come out.

I see Miles get particularly more on guard whenever the general comes around to visit, always throwing glances at me. I have to admit the woman rubs me the wrong way but I'm grateful to her and the RDA for bringing me and my family back together again.

But that's where my loyalties end.

The others all go back into their roles in the group, no one focusing on the past or what happened to them more inclined to stay in the present and think of the future. 

We’re finally given the go-ahead to search the area, while I don't agree with trying to capture anyone I have no choice but to follow our orders to find a person called toruk makto. 

We get into the Forest everything is beautiful. I always thought pandora was beautiful but being able to experience it without a mask is crazy.  Walking under gigantic leaves I just take my hand up and spin under it filling its soft texture. Lyle laughs at my childishness but I can’t tell he thinks it's cool out here judging by the look on his face when a bunch of helicopter lizards Kenten if I remember correctly start flying around us. 

Miles stops and gives the order to fan out in the clearing. I see it's an old shack. But why is it out here and why is it so familiar? Before I can think more miles tells me to survey the surrounding area. While he and two others go survey the field. I do as he says not wanting to question things in a possibly hostile environment.

Miles pov

We make it the last known location of Jake Sully. Not wanting to compromise y/n I have her survey the surrounding area as Lyle, Lopez, and Zdog approach the old shack. 

Z and Lopez scope the shack as Lyle and I survey the ruins of an old amp suit.

Scrapping the moss off the side I see it was my old amp suit. There’s no body inside just the remnants of broken glass and an old arrow sticking through the seat.

“Lyle see what you can pull of this thing” I stand up taking a breath my eyes find y/n looking at some plant growing on a tree. A smile wide on her face as she plays with something floating in the air around her.. It calms me to watch her be at peace. 

“Here you go sir” Lyle hands me a screen to watch the amp's final moments. 

On the screen I see Jake in his avatar form all dressed up for war. Me and him going after each other. But then I see y/n. Human y/n stumbling into the clearing and standing between us. 

What the fuck are you doing there darlin, I say to myself my eyes still glued to the screen.

She’s trying to talk us both down. And I can tell by my former self-body posture falling that whatever she's saying is working. That is until I hear her scream at something behind me. The angle turned quickly to meet with the female savage Jake had found. And a very familiar arrow coming straight toward me. The screen changes once more to y/n above me tears in her eyes and that's where it all stops.

And that's how Miles Quartich died. But wait y/n was there I thought the general said she was with another soldier when she was gunned down. I have so many questions I'm unable to process as a crunching noise comes from the brush off in the distance alerting everyone. The team all pulls formation before four kids are now flung into the area by brown and Prager.

Your pov 

The old battleground makes me unsteady like an impending dread that fills my heart.

Miles and the others have all made sure I’m not part of whatever they are doing I’m just perimeter surveillance

I see something white float through the sky. It's an Atokirina, it's beautiful almost like the seeds of a dandelion, It floats peacefully towards me. I hold out my palms as it grows closer and closer gently landing in my outstretched hands.  Just as the seed settles in my hand I hear yelling from the group behind me. I run back to the group gun ready, only to come face-to-face with Navi children being manhandled by the others. 

“Hey wait they’re just kids”  I say but the others ignore me. I try again but the words stop when i see a human boy as well. Covered in blue strips with a mask on his face and the world starts ringing.

Miles pov 

Three Navi children and a human are all captured in a second. I look over them all seeing they look somewhat like us. The young male has eyebrows and a very familiar-looking face. Lyle points out that he thinks we have half-breeds on our hands holding up the older girl's hand to show five fingers. Now that got my attention.

“Show me your hands kid” The kid just flips me off. Now I know there’s no doubt why the kid looks familiar. He looks like his father. 

“You’re his”

I can hear y/n calling out to us to calm down and that they were just kids but I force myself to ignore her. It’s not till I go towards the youngest one that I see the human that was with them closely. His hair is matted into dreads and he has blue stripes painted on him. He also looks familiar. 

“What’s your name kid?” 

“Spider, spider l/n”

“Miles?”

“No one calls me that.” Before I can say anything else  I hear a sharp gasp from behind me. Y/n pushing through us to go towards the boy.

Your pov

“Wait your name is Miles.” I say staring at the young boy. The longer I look the more the pain in my head and heart grow, I can feel myself starting to hyperventilate. The longer I stare into the child’s blue eyes. Eyes that reminded me oh so much of the man I love. 

“But that's impossible the RDA wouldn’t have left you here. They were supposed to take care of you”  I can’t even make a complete thought as my hands gently try to reach out to the boy ghosting over his arms and face. The tears are blurring as the child just stares at me in shock. 

“Mom?”

“My baby” is all I can choke out before the ringing in my head turns up to a thousand. 

Spiders pov 

The female is looking at me with tears in her eyes as she crouches down to be height level with me. It’s starting to freak me out but I can’t look away from her. Like there’s a string pulling me to go to her and hug her but that’s stupid she is just another soldier just like Quartich. But…..Wait it can’t be. The more I look at her the more familiar she becomes. She looks just like the photo I have. The slope of her nose and cheeks. The shape of her face and as she smiles at me is when it hits me. 

“Mom?”

Miles pov

I can tell she’s shocked seeing the kid. I know I should pull her back before something bad happens but my body won’t move my mind not wanting to take this from her. It’s not until she yells out that I finally move. 

“Y/n.” I just charge over to her grabbing and pulling her away from everything back into the opening field. 

“Y/n, Y/n look at me what’s wrong “

“My head miles I.”

“Shh it’s ok just breathe, Lyle come here” Lyle bounds over and takes my silent command to look after y/n while I go and speak with Spider. 

The sully kids pov 

Why is that lady on the ground and what’s going on? Are all the kids able to think as they continue to struggle against the people holding them? It’s not until they hear the words my baby come from her that they realize the avatar in front of them is none other than the y/n l/n spider's mother. Back from the grave just like Quartich. It is impossible, wait till Dad sees this. A broken yell breaks them out of their silent conversation as they see y/n no longer in front of Spider but now on the ground clutching her head, Quartich and the bald one next to her. All of the others look at them and her with worry evident on their faces. She means something to all of them.

Miles pov

Taking in the surroundings I go and radio to the bridge head our location and how I need a pickup when getting a confirmation i walk back over to the sully boy.

“Ok kids here’s what’s going to happen you All are going to deliver a little message to you dad for me.” I slap a com link in the boys hand and stare him down

“Your daddy needs to give himself up while I’m still being nice. And if he doesn’t there’s going to be an all out manhunt for him and your family got it.

The kid just hisses at me.

“And to make sure you all deliver my message spider here is coming with us”

“What no let us go the older female screams”

All of the kids are struggling to protect their friend. I have to admit I was glad he had such loyal friends.Shaking my head a squashing those feelings down

“Let the kids go”

“What but sir “

Taking in the surroundings I go and radio to the bridge head our location and how I need a pickup when getting a confirmation i walk back over to the sully boy.

“Ok kids here’s what’s going to happen you All are going to deliver a little message to your dad for me.” I slap a comlink in the boy's hand and stare him down 

“Your daddy needs to give himself up while I’m still being nice. And if he doesn’t there’s going to be an all-out manhunt for him and your family got it.”

The kid just hisses at me.

“And to make sure you all deliver my message spider here is coming with us”

“What no, let us go.” the older female screams”  All of the kids are struggling to protect their friends. I have to admit I was glad he had such loyal friends. Shaking my head I squash those feelings down.

“Let the kids go”

“What but sir “

“Just do it we need to leave”  The others toss the kids away from them guns raised to make sure none of the little shits attacked us while our backs were turned. Taking spider in hand I shove him towards Lyle. Exchanging the struggling teen for the hurt woman. Holding y/n close as the chopper starts to come into view. The rain has started casting the clearing into darkness. My team continues to watch my back protecting me and y/n from the sully kids and the danger that may lurk behind them. It’s not till I hear a clear yipping sound call through the air and see the children all react to it. That I know he’s out there. He and that she-demon he married.

The sound comes again and the children book it out of the clearing back into the safety of the trees. Ordering the team to load up and placing y/n in Mansks arms I decide to turn back surveying the trees. That’s when a shadow in one of the large trees catches my attention. It moves slightly as another one comes into view just below it. 

“Jake!!!” I yell out. “I know you're out there sully. I hope with this I’ve gotten your attention. Tell your boy there to relay my message. I’ll be seeing you again real soon.” I hop into the chopper and we quickly make our ascent back. At the bridgehead, spider is taken to a holding room per the general's orders now while I don't agree I have more pressing matters on my hands. Y/n looked exhausted, her eyes sunken and her ears and tail twitching everywhere.

“Darlin how you feel?”.

“My head is killing me.”

“The science pukes said it would pass. Everything will be ok”

“No, everything will not be miles. I'm so confused about what is going on. Why are we after Jake? I thought Jake was our friend.

“Well, what's the last thing you remember?” 

 “From when I was human.?” I just nod tail flicking behind him worriedly 

“I remember you proposing and I remember being assigned to help Jake and the science group, I remember having our son and being so happy. but after that nothing…. Now you tell me  what am I missing.

“A lot happened darlin. While Jake was on our side he and the others decided to turn their backs on humanity. They… 

“What do you mean turn their back on humanity Miles, you i  both know the RDA didn’t and still doesn’t care about the Navi. Whatever they did they were probably in the right.

“How does killing everyone we love as a family make them right?”

“They were protecting themselves and their homes just like we would do if the roles were reversed. This is all once again the RDAs fault.

“Darlin you and I both know we owe everything to the RDA. Now I'm sorry this situation is not what you want it to be hell I don't want it to be but we have to do what we're told ok? Just focus on yourself for once in your life I beg of you.”

“Miles that's not how life works”

“Well I'm gonna need it too cause I don't need you giving the general any ideas”

“The general, what does she have to do with this?” 

“She knew you were close to the scientists in the past. They didn’t want that to become a detriment to their current mission. Our current mission may I remind you. So they have me watching you. And if you slip up I'm supposed to hand you over.”

Understanding comes to my face as I see now why Miles was always so closed off to me recently.

“So for my sanity and your survival, I need you to continue with the mission do you understand” 

“Miles I'm not going to”  /“Y/n i'm not asking I need you to do this until we can figure something else out, please.”

“God this situation is so fucked” All I can do is pace around while Miles sits on the edge of the bed. 

“Fine, I’ll pretend if it keeps you and the others safe I’ll pretend but I refuse to hurt anyone miles. You have to realize this isn't the same as then now we are the navi and I know without a doubt the RDA does not care about any of our blue asses.”

“Your right darlin, we all know it but” 

“But, we have to come up with a plan. I don't want to lose everyone again and I refuse to lose my son again. Ok.” 

“Ok” 

“Now speaking of  we have a very alive problem staying in this room right now that we need to take care of first please I want to see him”

“Darlin I can’t let you do that... I see he's staring at me but his cute little ears are drawn back and his eyes hold guilt”

“Miles where’s our son”

“Darlin he's not your son” 

“Where is he Miles” I yell out at the marine now blocking my way

“The general has him darlin’.

“WHAT!”

“Wait! Goddamit!” She storms past me despite my best attempt to block her into our room. She always was quick and made it seem all too to easy get past me to make her way to the interrogation wing. Running after her I stop quickly grabbing Z Dog and Lyle who just stood watching me storm past them. They follow me quickly but I’m already trying to come up with what to say for  damage control.

Your pov 

I get to the room and my blood boils. There he is, Little Miles, or Spider as he kept calling himself earlier. He's standing strapped to some sort of machine as the general yells out where’s Jake Sully? I can’t even begin to think straight taking in the scene in front of me. All I know is that my son is screaming with blood now slowly falling from his nose. Oh hell no. I immediately rush over stopping the machine before Ardmore can stop me and just as Miles, Lyle, and Z-dog all come into the room. 

“And what the hell do you think you're doing?” she screams, stomping over to me but Miles quickly grabs me by the back of the neck and pushes me towards z and Wainfleet. 

Colonel is there a problem here she asks eyeing my struggling form

No ma’am. Miles says signaling to the others to fully haul me out of the way.y 

Miles pov 

“Colonel, I thought you said l/n wasn’t acting out” 

“She’s fine we’ve been able to sidetrack and subdue her from thinking of the past too long”

“Good now explain what the hell that was just now”

“Simple general we just found our in” 

“Excuse me”

“You know how they say never get between a mama lion and her cub. That’s what just happened l/n’s outburst just proved to the kid he can trust her and with that will be able to get him to trust us and give up sullies operation.” 

“He’s not your son colonel this is not the time to play happy family is that understood “

“Yes sir”

“Good I will warn you once again do not let l/n compromise this mission or she will be put down is that understood” 

“Understood general.  I salute the smug woman in front of me though it takes all my will power and walk out to find y/n and Spider “

[anordinarymuse]

Hi my love, how are you? If possible could you do a mean dom Fred Weasley smut? Only if you're comfortable ofc, have a good one!

i'm good hehe, drowning in hw but its fine rip, thx for asking :3 and ofc I'd love to write a Fred Weasley smut miss girl sign me up. it's been so long since i wrote anything about Fred so I hope you enjoy this as much as I did hehe.

honeydukes I.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary : fun in the backroom.

Warnings : dom/sub roles *not explicit* (dom!fred + sub!reader); teasing; fingering; underage; multiple orgasms; degradation; swearing; word sl*t; unedited; unspoken consent.

Word Count : 1,278

A/N : last time i wrote Fred smut i got hated on so maybe this will time it'll go different. catch me being scared people gonna be mad-

honeydukes II.

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You had been waltzing around Honeydukes looking for something new to try. It was a fine warm spring day, so earlier this morning you had decided on a short black skirt under your hoodie, for fun. Still having found nothing you sigh. Earlier you had let Ginny and Luna go on without you. You'd meet them at the Three Broomsticks later.

While you were weighing the pros and cons of getting the new lavender bubblegum, out of the corner of your eye you spot the Weasley twins enter the shop.

Fred advances toward you, George whispers something into Fred's ear before leaving out the door that rings when it opens.

"Bubblegum?" Fred asks, his eyes are concentrated on every articulate move you make. You catch his glance draw down to your short skirt, a sly grin plays within your lips.

"Where's George?" You say, truly wondering why he left. It wasn't very often you found Fred and George apart.

"He had to get something from Zonko's," he shrugs, before taking his eyes off you and to the rows of rectangular box packaged gums. "So lavender?"

You take a quick peek around the store to see if anybody was around. Nobody was. Besides, the gum section was in the back corner of the store.

Taking Fred's captivation and the absence of people into consideration, you bite your cheek trying to hide your cheeky grin, "I was thinking Lavender but-" you bend over to the bottom shelf of gums. You weren't wearing shorts underneath, nor was the skirt a skort. Bent over looking at the bottom shelf, what's in front of you is Orange Creamsicle bubblegum, "-I might go with Orange Creamsicle."

You take the box of Orange Creamsicle in your hand before moving back to stand up straight. With hostile briskness, you're not even halfway up yet, you feel Fred's hand grip tightly around your left thigh. He spins you around so you're leaned against the wall of bubblegums and he's right in front of you, towering over you.

The box of Orange Creamsicle falls out of your hand, somehow the top unfastens and the round bubblegums roll out, covering the ground, but that's not what you're the most worried about.

Fred's hand moves from your thigh, his middle finger lining the hem of your lace panties traveling up to your waist. You can feel yourself pooling the fabric. He looks you in the eyes, you aren't too sure what expression you're revealing. But Fred, his eyes are painted over with lustful urgency.

His motions come to a half when you hear footsteps approaching the two of you. Without hesitation Fred grabs your forearm, dragging you behind him, bringing you to a small hallway in the back of the store.

He pulls you into one of the three rooms that the hallway leads to. He quickly shuts the door behind you. In the split second that you survey the room, the walls are lined with shelves of jarred candies, and on the ground are piles of boxes.

Before you know it, Fred's muttered 'muffliato' and 'collopurtos' and he has you leaned against the shelves of jarred candies. You can feel the cool glass on your back.

"Fucking teasing me with that little skirt of yours, Y/N?" He returns to playing with the hem of you panties, feeling the soaked fabric in between in his fingers. He smirks at how easily you'd melt for him.

"I-I d-d-idn't mean t-" you're put to a halt as the sharp inhale of shock steals the words out of your mouth. Fred puts two fingers up your heat, and you jolt up slightly, grabbing onto the shelves behind your for support.

"Really? Because it seemed like you knew what you were doing when you bent over," he whispers threateningly into your ear, adding in a third finger, pumping your heat with a quickened pace.

"I-I-it was an ac-c-cident," your speech is altered, everything coming out in short syllables.

"You're a liar, don't think I didn't see your grin," he snaps, pumping much faster now. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice, fucking slut?"

His degradation plays in your head, flowing through your veins. You feel your body tensing up and your walls closing. You didn't want to come yet, it was too early, but you could feel it releasing on Fred's fingers, "...f-f-fuck."

Fred's gaze is stern, but his eyes are filled with satisfaction. He pulls his fingers out of your dripping heat. As he pulls out, he sweeps the fabric of your panties aside. You feel a flutter of excitement grow in your stomach as your eyes flicker from Fred's gaze to his pants, seeing him fucking hard.

Before you get the chance to assume, Fred sticks his fingers in your mouth, and at the same time places his knee in between your thighs, keeping you in place. With no choice other than to suck, you do, swirling your tongue around Fred's warm fingers.

Fred, growing hard with your tongue dancing on his skin, doesn't unbuckle his belt like you'd think he would when he releases his fingers from your mouth. Instead, he takes you harshly by the hips, sliding you on top of his thigh.

Your cheeks flush a hot red. You can feel them warming up. Your eyes slowly move, concentrating down to the floor, looking at the littered boxes. Fred knew you hated it when he watched you please yourself, you always felt embarrassed.

"You're acting all shy now, my little slut?" He scoffs, grabbing your chin forcing you to face him, hardening his gaze at he looks directly into your eyes. "...I'm waiting," he warns, his expression straining at your stillness.

Hesitantly you begin shifting against Fred's thigh. Since he had sweeped your panties aside, the fabric of his pants rubs against your raw pussy. Whimpering noises escape your lips as Fred sticks him thumb in your mouth.

As much as you hate to admit it, the friction between his thigh and your heat, stimulated you to the core. It was nothing compared to him, but the stimulation did devour you almost the same way.

Fred began moving his leg underneath you, the vibrations of his movements and your own, begin pushing you over the edge. You fumble to grab Fred's shoulders, digging your nails into his back as you snap your hips faster and faster.

You could feel Fred's taunts and sly smirks linger around you, but you didn't care. All you wanted, needed, was to finish. The most embarrassing part is that when you heard Fred mutter, 'fucking little slut' that's what it took to release the coiled up tenseness in your stomach.

Your elbows drop and you grip loosens on Fred's shoulders, panting heavily from the stimulation. You hadn't noticed that you dropped your head back, so when you look back at Fred a mischievous look is glimmering in his eyes, though his actual expression remains unrelenting.

Without warning, he drops his knee, and you fall to the ground. You ass hitting the hard floor. Your grip had been so light that you were completely helpless on the ground. You couldn't stand up, your legs were sore, numb, and trembling.

Also, a small part of you didn't want to get up. You were intrigued of what's coming next.

That question becomes answered rather quickly, as the jingling from the metal of Fred's unfastening belt rings in your ears.

"Hands and knees, now," he demands, glaring down at you.

You scramble to your knees, feeling a bit light-headed. Your fingers move quickly as you unzip and unbutton Fred's pants, dragging the fabric to the his ankles.

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[a-tale-of-legends]

Believe it or not I'm very very hesitant and anxious when talking about the ships I have for my au. Both oc x canon and canon x canon, for a multitude of reasons, but! I think it would be beneficial to everyone if y'all knew what are the ships I plan to have here. I'm not going over every single one, just the ones that comes to mind. No oc x oc here only because those are the ones I'm most comfortable talking about, since it's all my canon and my characters. Putting it below cause it's gonna get kinda long.

Cheren x Lear. The fanart got to me lol. I think they're cute.

Bianca x Roxie. My personal rare pair.

Hau x Gladion. It's not immediate,in fact it pretty much takes them years to even recognize they have romantic feelings for each other( like near adulthood years). Though even before that, I think the platonic love between them is just so sweet.

Kukui x Burnett x Guzma. I think Guzma deserves all the love,okay.

Kenji x Silver. The first oc x canon on this list!

I used to plan on shipping Kiran and Barry together, but recently I'm thinking aroace Barry is the Barry I want for my au. Not sure if he's romance averse, or if he's okay with being in a relationship that focuses on it. So, again, they're in a weird limbo, but honestly I might just have them be friends. I'm only adding it to the list cause I needed to get it off my chest hgvhvgvgvcg.

Cynthia x Diantha! Battle moms! Actually, no, I think battle wine aunts are probably a better term for them.

Maybe Cyrus x Saturn? Like honestly there's so much baggage here, and I don't want to make every single reconciliation of ones past turn into a romantic subplot. I do think Saturn has/had the hots for Cyrus tho.

Sycamore x Lysandre. They make me sad :)

Lillie x Amsonia. I already talked about them here. Amsonia and Gladion are wlw mlm hostility.

Short term Alexis x Leon. Long term Leon x Raihan x Piers( unless I change my mind abt Piers but for now he's in the throuple)

Jin x Kohaku x Wally cause I said so. Old people love ( they're 30)

Miguel ( Eva's dad) x Emmet. Old man yaoi

Naomi x Marnie <3. They've always been on my mind but I wanted to focus on the non romantic relationship drama that they had ( cause it's a lot), and like some other ships,they only really start to notice these feelings until way after swsh.

Unless I say otherwise, I don't mind y'all interpreting how I write Hop and Bede as romantic. Truthfully, I actually enjoy the ship, but realistically I can only see it happening way after swsh, when they're both matured and chilled out and are actually friends. So I guess they are ambiguous in my au? Idk. Still gonna focus on their friendship in my writing tho.

Sakura x Adaman and Zero x Volo! Sakura and Adaman actually had kids :3

I don't actually have a canon ship for SV right now. Trust me, I see the potential with some characters ( Ramona and Arven, Ramona and Nemona, Arven and Giacomo, etc), but because of that, and the fact I'm indecisive as hell, there isn't a canon ship for Legendverse! SV. I will still talk about them cause I have brainrot, but nothing is really canon just yet.

Obligatory Steven x Wallace, Red x Blue , Archie x Maxie, you know it, you get it.

And yeah! That's the ships at the top of my head. There's probably loads more that I just haven't thought about or seen haha. Just wanted to be on equal footing with you guys ( and try and gain a little more confidence in speaking about it).

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I may or may not have just sent the 3 word challenge in my real account instead of anon... I'm sorry. Please don't answer there. :)

When you post, post answering here please.

Again, much love,

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Don't worry dear! Your identity shall remain a secret 🥰 Here's yet another fic with my Resident Evil OC: Gwen Winters (she’s an adult guys, don’t worry. However this is still an Older Man/Younger Woman relationship)

The words dear  📚🌻 Anon gave me in their previous ask were: Unruly, endurable and system. Please enjoy!

What happens in the gym....

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing, Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Angsty Romance

“Sure, throw me in the fire like you always do, Leon!“ Chris snaps, clenching his fists tightly as he glares at his best friend while the two stand in the dimly lit gym.

“Chris, you’re a BSAA captain, for the love of God! You should know better than to complain about something as little as this!“ Leon, while significantly calmer tone and demeanor-wise, is glaring daggers of his own.

“Why me, damn it?! And why her?!“ Chris is not done with his attempts to get out of the situation Leon’s trying to land him in and his partner’s honestly done with it.

“And why not?! You see the same potential I see, why would it be so hard to train her? She’s a quick learner, she’s disciplined when she wants to be and she’s already skilled to a certain degree. You’ve made soldiers out of total wimps before, why is she such a hassle to you?!“

“Because she’s disciplined when she wants to be and I guarantee she won’t want to when she’s around me. She’s unruly, selfish, arrogant and a Chris-phobe. I’m telling you, she hates me!“

It’s about time Leon’s had enough of this conversation. To be honest, he was done with it as soon as it started but he stayed, thinking he’d be able to change Chris’ mind but seeing as how this is a hopeless case, he’s just been wasting his time. “Does she? Or are you projecting your hate for her onto her?” Slinging his duffel bag containing his training gear over his shoulder, Leon finally makes that realization that these are ten minutes of his life he’ll never get back and storms out of the gym without another word.

Chris doesn’t attempt to stop him, in fact, he’s relieved he left. He sighs, silently hating himself for all the shit he said and how he meant none of it. It was all hard bullshit and he doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed that Leon didn’t realize. Either way, he’s been cleared of possible suspicion, even if training the newest BSAA rookie still remains as his task.

Gwen Winters, she’s such a fucking handful. One cannot tell if it’s because she’s angry with the world, angry with herself or just straight up picked up on the habits of the family that took her in when she was rescued from Raccoon City where she was held as an experiment hamster. A chemistry project basically. Ethan and Mia were recovering from the events back in Louisiana at the time, still probably are, that is not some shit you get over, so they thought having another person in the house would help them. And help Gwen did. See, Gwen isn’t a handful with everyone. In fact, she’s a real sweetheart and Chris knows it too, despite his bogus claims. He knows she’s got a heart and soul of gold and is built with the will of a BSAA soldier already. All she needs is a bit better fighting skills and she’s good to go. 

He sees how she acts with everyone around him. She’s been quick to make friends with Jill and his sister Claire and she’s even got Leon’s liking and trust which is hella hard to get, especially after all the shit with Ada. She’s overall a super sweet and lovely girl, even with him from time to time. He’s seen her welcoming, friendly smiles whenever he stops by the Winters’ home. He’s heard her laugh at the jokes he rarely cracks.

Then why does she act like she hates him so often? And why does he claim he hates her?

Chris is snapped back to reality by the sound of rough impact. It’s a very distinct noise, one he places immediately: the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. It’s the middle of the night, almost midnight actually, and knowing how lazy the soldiers on his team are, he can only assume it’s either his sister or Jill, given that Leon just left. However, they’ve had people sneak in to train for free before, so it’d be for the best if he went to check who was releasing some pent up energy on the poor punching bag. Judging by the intensity of the punches being thrown, sounds like the person might be angry as well.

And they have every right to be. Because they are Gwen.

Chris’ face goes a bit red at the sight of the infuriated rookie giving the punching bag her all, punishing it the way she’d want to do to her superior she just heard call her all the names she hates being referred by.

“Winters I-“

“Unruly?“ Punch “Selfish?” Punch “Arrogant?” Punch

She stills herself, sighing and wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, “You say all that and expect me not to be a Chris-phobe?” She lets out a bitter laugh, rolling her shoulders before continuing her wrath over the piece of equipment she’s threatening to destroy. She hasn’t spared him a single look yet, something he’s rather grateful for because the last thing he wants to see is whatever her gaze is hiding right now. “I’ll talk to Leon.” She says, her voice leveled and breathy, far from the pissed off tone she was just using. This calmness is a lot scarier though. “I’ll tell him I don’t want you to be my trainer. To be perfectly clear, I never wanted you to train me in the first place. I’m just not the type to complain, you know. I’m not picky. Beggers can’t be choosers. I take what I can get. And you were all I was offered, but...” she trails off, delivering a particularly hard punch, “It’s not gonna work. I may not be picky, but I know when to draw the line. I know when I deserve better.”

“Kid, you really have no idea what the case really is here.“ He attempts desperately, taunted by the thought of acting on his instincts and approaching her even if that means being the recipient of one of those hard punches.

“You know, I’m strong. I’m skilled. I can hold my own in a fight quite nicely. I’m endurable. I’m not afraid to work my ass off and sweat and pant like a dog after workouts. There’s not a line I wouldn’t cross, but you still choose to make me feel lesser than any soldier you’ve ever come across, that’s really lovely of you, Captain Redfield.“

“Winters, please...“

“It’s ok, I won’t tell Ethan and Mia. I’m sure they’ll send you to hell over it. I’m not petty like that.“

He’s had enough. He’s had enough of hearing that hurt tone in her voice. He’s done hearing these words she’s so certain are true but aren’t. He’s done lying to her and to himself. Before he can even think twice about it, he grabs her by the arms gently but firmly, turning her to face him despite her hostile attempts to free herself from his hold like a wild animal caught in a trap. He’s surprised when she relaxes, probably seeing that as a quicker way out of the situation rather than struggling though if she tried to free herself any longer he would’ve probably let her go.

“Fucking hell, Gwen, listen to me.“ He looks her dead in the eyes, catching onto the spark of shock created by his use of her first name. But he also sees something else, something that looks dangerously a lot like tears. He knows she won’t cry, especially not in front of him, but knowing that he’s the cause behind the welling of those crystal droplets in her always shiny, always smiling eyes breaks him. When she doesn’t look away nor protest, he continues, “I can’t be your captain. I can’t be your trainer. I can’t be any of that. I’m a strictly professional man, and it’d be highly unprofessional of me to take you in as my soldier.”

“But why?“ She’s fully aware she sounds like a whiny kid - exactly how she thinks he envisions her sometimes - but she couldn’t care less. She wants and needs answers. She knows she won’t be able to fall asleep or keep coming back to the training center if she doesn’t get them.

It’s blatantly clear this is far from easy for Chris. His first instinct is to look away, let go of her, run away like he always does - not that she’d let him do such a thing but still. He’s finds the words impossible to spit out yet he oh so desperately feels the need to get them out of his system. And so, he gathers all the strength within him and finally forces himself to say it.

“Because a captain isn’t supposed to look at a soldier the way I look at you.“

Sure, it sounds cryptic as heck but he has no doubt she’ll catch on. Gwen is a smart and sharp girl, among many other things. She confirms this when barely three seconds after he’s said it, he notices her eyes widening

“Sir, I-“

“Don’t.“ He says simply, a small, regretful smile playing across his lips as his hand slides down her arm to take hold of hers, “I just admitted my dirtiest secret to you and you are still gonna remind me how unprofessional I am by using my title, Kid?“

She purses her lips, the shock momentarily replaced by her signature mild glare, “Well, you just admitted your biggest secret to me and yet you still choose to call me ‘Kid’, huh?”

He chuckles, letting his other hand repeat the movements of the first, “Sorry, force of habit.” His thumbs brush against her knuckles briefly as his head falls, his gaze fixating on where their bodies are connected, “You know, I didn’t tell you this to get myself any pity or anything. I just wanted you to understand and....wanted to get it off my chest. Ethan will kill me if he finds out, won’t he?” He suddenly asks, regaining the courage to look up at her once again.

She giggles, “Who says he’s gonna find out?”

Chris bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head, “You’re right, there’s nothing really to find out abo-”

Gwen has never been a chatter nor can she tolerate when people beat around the bush so she’s quick to cut them off sometimes, no matter how rude that may seem or sound. However, just to clarify, her chosen method of cutting a person off isn’t always kissing them. Just saying - this is a special situation requiring special methods.

Taken aback by the sudden feeling of her lips on his, Chris’ eyes close automatically but not even a second later he responds to the kiss properly: wrapping his arms around Gwen’s waist as her hands travel up to cup his face. The kiss is short - too short if either of them is to be asked - but it’s worth all the words they didn’t say despite wanting to.

When they pull away, Gwen gives him a mischievous smile, “Now he could find out about that and then shit would go south. That’d suck, wouldn’t it Chris?“

He’s only ever heard her say his name twice, once in passing conversation with Claire and once earlier when she paraphrased his term ‘Chris-phobe’, both time spoken with some dose of dislike he now realizes was a cover-up all along. Turns out the two are a lot more alike than they initially thought. Regardless, hearing her say his name with fondness instead of bitterness makes his heart flutter, his body yearn to have her closer, his lips wanting to be in contact with hers again. But he’s a patient and self-controlled man, he’s nothing if not willpower sculpted in a human body, so he keeps his distance, waiting for her to pick the moves, waiting for her to make the decisions just like she’s his captain.

“Big time.“ He manages to say, voice coarse all of a sudden, barely able to leave his throat. “So it stays here, right?”

She giggles again, bringing her lips within an inch or two away from his, taunting him, threatening to break his self-control, “What happens in the gym stays in the gym, Redfield.”

Golden rules of discretion, ones he mustn’t break ever. Especially not when his captain - Captain Gwen Winters - holds so much power over him.