#Laya face

[biglisbonnews]

LAYA Shakes It Like a Polaroid Picture at NYFW Staten Island-born LAYA, who describes herself as a "funky character from NYC" is probably best known for her authentic and risk-taking approach to music, art and personal style. Last year, she released her debut EP Um, Hello, sending shock waves through the R&B community and the larger music world. Taking inspiration from Destiny’s Child, Brandy, Aaliyah and Missy Elliott, the multimedia artist has a knack for bringing nostalgic sounds and aesthetics into the present with her fresh vision and style.While she's known to most as a singer, she's also a bit of a DIY queen. Whether it’s directing a video, creating a prop, vision-boarding an outfit or creating a set from scratch, the fast-ascending artist does it all with flair.This year, LAYA took NYFW by storm and chronicled her week in the only ways she knows how — with elegance, pizazz and absolute hilarity. Check out her NYFW diary below.​Converse x Human Nature PresentationI have arrived, honey! This was my first night out for Fashion Week and I wanted to step out in a good ol’ "Who's that girl?"​Dion Lee After PartyThis night was crazy special to me. I was in a room with so many of my favorite people in fashion and entertainment. Then came out Azealia Banks (who I love) with a surprise performance that she absolutely bodied! I screamed at the top of my lungs in ghetto. Related | Ice Spice Made NYFW Front Row Debut at Dion LeeStockX x Highsnobiety PartyI LOVE my cigarette earrings! You can always find me incorporating them into my looks.​Kim Shui Fall 2023 CollectionThis was such a vibe not only because the show was bomb AF but I got to watch it with my girls TiaCorine and Bktherula! I love moments like this. They're so cool.Related | The Best Highlights of New York Fashion Week Fall 2023​Concept KoreaWhen I was a kid my dad had a big poster of a comic book character named Shi on the wall. She had black hair and a white painted face with red lipstick. That image always stayed with me. I had brought this look to life a few times before and couldn’t wait to pull it out for Fashion Week.​Moose Knuckles NYFW Preview PartyI had fun styling my Moose Knuckles outfit. I paired the two-piece number with some black ostrich feathered sleeves and black feathery stripper shoes (I love a stripper shoe!). They absolutely loved my look! This was the last night of fashion week, and I was proud of all the looks I put together for the week. Yep, that’s right I styled myself and did my own hair and makeup all week! First one down, so many more to go!Photos courtesy of LAYA https://www.papermag.com/laya-nyfw-23-2659434629.html

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

not to be salty on main again but now that i got to the end. the "we wanted the choices that carry over to matter" really was just bullshit huh

[aroaessidhe]

also you know i cosplayed blue (which i want to update, also) but i am. considering Red too. Trying to plan in a direction where I can start simple then continue adding more armour bits whenever I want to

[saintajax]

Can i be uncouth

[luveline]

imagine being giddy while out with the BAU team getting tipsy and talking about your sex life. but the reader is secretly dating hotch, so she stays quite. until one of the girls starts hounding reader about how she said her current partner is the best sex she’s ever had. and hotch just tries to not be a cheeky little shit.

this is not quite what u meant but I hope it's OK! ♥︎ fem!reader

There's a girl across the way. Tall, gorgeous, making eyes at Derek Morgan like her life depends on it. 

"Morgan, come on," Emily says, "I thought you had game. This is just sad." 

Morgan nods agreeably, an action dripping in sarcasm, and downs the rest of his drink. "I got better than game," he says, patting Emily on the arm as he stands. 

"What's better than game?" she asks incredulously, twisting in her seat to follow Morgan's path with her eyes before turning back to you and the others, expression reflecting her disbelief. 

"I should've let him buy me that appletini he promised me," you say, dipping your head toward Hotch on your left, and Rossi on his. "I don't think he's coming back." 

"I'll get it," Hotch says. 

"Always on the boss to pick up the slack," Rossi drawls with a smirk.

Hotch nearly laughs. "Another round. The same for everyone?" 

"I wouldn't mind an appletini, boss," JJ jokes. 

"You know, he'll actually get you one now," Emily says, all of you turned to watch him making his way to the bar. 

Morgan and his gorgeous girl are hitting it off quite clearly halfway down the bar. JJ, who's a little tipsy already, beams at them and wiggles her shoulders. 

"I think somebody's getting lucky," she says. 

"I hate to say it, but I'm jealous of Morgan right now. Don't," Emily says, sliding down into her seat, "tell him I said that." 

"I thought you were steady with that guy," you say sympathetically, "the chiropractor." 

Emily moans out in sadness. "I was. Turns out guys don't like when you cancel four dates in a row. He... was really good at his job." 

Emily might be more intoxicated than you'd thought. You laugh too loudly and think maybe you are, too. 

Hotch approaches from the left with a tray of drinks in hand and you slide your chair out of his way, feeling his "Thank you," warm the back of your neck. 

"Laugh at my pain," Emily says at your giggling.

You shuffle forward to hear her better over the small hubbub of Hotch, Rossi and Reid sorting drinks into place. Penelope appears again from her excursion to the bathroom and slides right into Morgan's empty seat. 

"What about you and mystery man?" Emily asks.

You're less subtle than you should be, your eyes straying to the shadow of Hotch in your peripherals. "What about him?" 

"Is that still going well?"

"It's going more than well," JJ says knowingly, retrieving her appletini with a sweet thanks. "What did you tell me on the way back from Illinois?" 

"I told you that in confidence," you rush to say, to plead, eyes widening. "Tired confidence." 

"What did she say?" Emily asks, her smile turning evil. 

JJ laya back in her seat, almost tipping her drink, and covers her eyebrows with her index finger. Everyone knows immediately that she's imitating you, worse when she puts on a quiet awe. "I didn't know it could be like that. I mean, I didn't realise a man would care so much about making sure I feel good." She fans her face. "And he really cares, JJ." 

"Please don't," you say, covering your face with both hands. You're not truly upset, but it's embarrassing nonetheless. 

"It's sweet!" JJ cries. 

"What? You're having heart to hearts without me?" Penelope asks. 

"It wasn't a heart to heart, Pen, I was just tired, and–" 

"So you didn't mean it?" 

The entire table waits for your answer. You feel Hotch's silence louder than everybody else's, and you're so flustered you don't know what to do. You hadn't counted on letting him in on how happy you are in the bedroom, not this soon. 

"I meant it," you breathe, "but it's not something I wanted to share with everybody." 

"No? You won't want me to tell them about how big his hands are, then," JJ says. 

"JJ," Hotch says, and you can hear his awful smile, "let's not embarrass her too much."

Emily jumps to your defence, and soon the table has turned on JJ completely, jokes about one specific New Orleans accent taking centre stage. 

Hotch slides your appletini closer while they're distracted. "He cares, honey. More than you know." 

You take a shuddering breath. "I know," you say, voice small. 

"You do? So you won't need reminding?" 

"How about you, sir? Things still going well with that younger girl?" Penelope asks, all gossip. 

A big hand lands on your thigh. You still, the heat of his skin seeping down into yours as he inches inward. 

"I'd say things were going well," Hotch says. He punctuates with a secret squeeze. "She might say differently." 

[talonabraxas]

The Caduceus

Hermes, personifying the dual powers of the Secret Wisdom, carries in his right hand a powerful symbol which represents the breathing in and breathing out of the cosmos and unites all the dual aspects of manifested existence. The caduceus of Hermes was said to have been given him by Apollo. It is a wand with two serpents twined round it, surmounted by two wings. The ancient Greeks believed it to exercise influence over the living and the dead, bestow wealth and prosperity, and turn everything it touched into gold. They called it Kerykeion, 'herald's wand' – it was the emblem of heralds and ambassadors, giving them power and inviolability. While the rod represents power, the serpents symbolize wisdom.

The wings of the caduceus symbolize the 'winged radiance' of those who have achieved the dynamic equilibrium of the two lobes of the medulla, the petals of the third-eye chakra, as well as the lightning speed of Hermes as Messenger of the Gods. Like the twining serpents, Hermes is known as the equilibrator, balancing the pairs of opposites, inspiring the alchemist's belief that without him neither Isis nor Osiris could accomplish the Great Work. The caduceus also symbolizes the fall of spirit into matter from the archetypal world to the creative and formative worlds and finally to the material world. Thus it essentially represents the astral light, the means through which Hermes wields his great power of transformation. The astral light is variously described as an "ambient and all-penetrating fluid . . . a ray detached from the (Spiritual) Sun's splendour," – the girdle of Isis that twines around two poles, and the winged dragon of Medea as well as the double serpent of the caduceus. It is the vehicle of life, representing time and eternity: the tempter and the redeemer. The wings of the caduceus signify the spiritual transcendence of time and temptation.

The rod of the caduceus is called a 'laya rod,' a central staff surrounded by the positive and negative energy of the serpents. It is the neutral Sushumna, the channel of the Sun's One Ray. All wands and staffs of power derive from this idea, just as the guiding power of Hermes is reflected in the prayer to the Christos which promises, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil; for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." The magician's wand, the 'baton de commandement' of ancient cave-paintings, and the lightning rod, are all aspects symbolic of a principle of controlled power.

On the western pediment of the Temple of Artemis at Corfu is a gorgon figure flanked by two lions. She stands in a 'pinwheel stance' which conveys movement without locomotion. Around her waist are coiled two serpents, entwined at the front, their heads arching back to face one another at her bodice. She is a guardian warding off evil and protecting the goddess within. As such, this stone figure represents protection through balanced duality. For the Great Serpent in the Garden of Eden and the 'Lord God' are one. Or, as the ancients taught, "Demon est Deus Inversus."

Agathodaemon and Kakodaemon are offshoots from the same tree of being, and evil is a force which is antagonistic but essential to good, giving it vitality and existence. These two entwined serpents, symbolizing the astral light which is not only the vehicle of life but the auxiliary of good and evil, reflect that matrix which ever seeks equilibrium. As long as nature remains 'untamed,' the opposition of the two forces (quicksilver and sulphur) manifests in a destructive mode. Hermes (Mercury) introduces the equilibrating element. The Hebrews called the astral light OD-OB-AOUR or 'Great Agent of Life.' The magnetism directed by the active will represented the right-hand serpent of the caduceus or OD. The left-hand serpent symbolized the passive OB. The golden globe at the summit of the rod was AOUR or 'equilibrating light,' the neutral point. The secret of magnetism could be mastered through ruling the fatality of OB with the intelligent power of OD, thereby gaining the perfect equilibrium of AOUR.

The solar and lunar spirals describe forces unfolding outward and simultaneously turning inward. They represent the expanding and contracting forces of nature, the alternating yin and yang, the two halves of the world egg as well as of the brain. A continuous oscillation between the two serpents accompanies the involution and evolution of spirit. The involution of spirit into matter is a progressive downward cycling, the 'sliding down of Aeons' of the Alexandrian Gnostics. The 'Downfall of Pleroma' (Gods and Devas) is allegorized as 'the desire to learn and acquire knowledge.' The seven 'rectors' break through the 'seven circles of fire.' These are the seven Devas who were born to act in space and time, to break through the seven circles of the super-spiritual planes into the phenomenal world. Allegorically, they rebelled against God.

In the nineteenth century 'primitive matter' was thought to have been formed by the act of a 'generative force' throwing off atoms endowed with varying forms of energy. It was believed by some that lowering temperatures and electricity within the 'original protyle' conferred upon newly-born elements their particular atomicity. Sir William Crookes, an intuitive chemist, pointed out that double spirals describe the process by which the elements originate. Such a figure would comprise three simultaneous oscillating motions, each at right angles to the other. Projecting this figure in space, curves describe loci where various chemical elements form within one cycle of oscillation. In the next cycle, conditions of temperature and time would have changed and the atomic groupings would be lineal descendants of the first group; and so the process would continue. Projected in space, the curve shows a central neutral line relating to electrical and chemical properties, with a positive spiral on the north, a negative on the south. This strongly echoes the metaphysics embodied in the caduceus. Though limited to material genesis, scientists have suggested that eventually matter would be reabsorbed into 'the point neutral as to electricity' or the 'zero point' analogous to the neutral globe at the summit of the caduceus rod – what The Secret Doctrine terms the "Inter-etheric point" upon which the universe revolves, a laya point, "which hiding place can be traced in the world of matter." Rotating neutral centers fixed by Fohat carry the full load of accumulated atoms from the start, and remain balanced.

The Divine Pyrnander teaches that "the Gods distinguished the Nature full of Seeds. And when all things were interminated and unmade up, the light things were divided on high and the heavy things were founded upon the moist Sand." When things were formed, they were sustained by Spirit and "Heaven was seen in Seven Circles . . . The Gods were seen in their Ideas of the Stars . . . and the Sphere was lined with air, carried about in a circular motion by the Spirit of God." Similarly, in modern astronomy, scientists speak of whirling gases made up of light hydrogen atoms evolving into heavier elements by 'spontaneous synthesis.' This cosmo-chemical process is described as unfolding in the same oscillating, caduceus-like pattern. Hydrogen atoms, the first of the series, are able to bind and to release a second electron, and in the absorption and emission of the necessary small amount of energy, all the wavelengths of the hydrogen spectrum are evolved. Since all further color distinctions are due to similar atomic and electro-magnetic variants, it would seem to follow that the potential for subsequent evolution exists at the earliest point. The unfolding spectrum can be related to the serpentine oscillation producing the original elements. In the language of the ancients, the Seven Devas break through spiritual planes into the phenomenal realms. Spirit involves into matter, its manifested spectrums circling down in series through the astral matrix.

These dual forces conjoin at the center of the seven-fold nature of man. The full force of the conjunction of the lunar and the solar serpents is uniquely experienced in human nature, and the perfected man who has balanced these universal forces is, like Hermes, a God of the Crossroads and a Mediator between Two Worlds. At the point of intersection between the macrocosm and the microcosm stands man. This is 'the cave of the heart,' the battleground of the dual forces of life. The vertical axis is the road of descending and ascending power. The horizontal axis is the manifestation of this in the world. Strong interaction of the contrasting forces along the two axes produces a spiralling motion that is the basis for identifying the aspiring disciple with the uncoiling serpent, and the perfected men of all ages as Nagas or Dragons of Wisdom.

Through his sacrifice the Serpent-Saviour initiates a new winding on the spiral of the next dimension, marking the beginning of a New Age. He is like The Redeemer on the cross. Through him man pulls himself up at the moment of death into the lunar foundations of the next world. The Adept who touches the earth like the serpent's tail sacrifices his life to lift up the whole in his journey back to his Spiritual Seat. He is the Spiralled Serpent of the Tree of Life.

The trunk of the Asvatta tree grows from heaven and descends at every Beginning from the two dark wings of the Swan of Life. The two Serpents, the ever-living and its illusion (spirit and matter) whose two heads grow from the one head between the wings, descend along the trunk, interlacing in close embrace. The two tails join on earth (the manifested universe) into one, and this is the great illusion.

Ophios and Ophiomorphos, Apollo and Python, Osiris and Typhon, Christos and the Serpent, are all convertible terms, all Logoi. "One is unintelligible without the other." They are spiritual saviours and physical regenerators; the former ensure immortality for the Divine Spirit and the latter give it through regeneration of the seed. The serpent or saviour has to die because he reveals the secret of the Immortal Ego.

Human consciousness is related to the balancing and flow of subtle energy currents. The Sakti of Siva actively revolves around the Siva lingham, the neutral rod of the caduceus. The lotus centers in the body are pierced by the Sakti energy passing into progressively finer vibrations. The Buddha termed this 'the untying of all the knots in the inverse order.' Man approaches the Divine through spiral stages of initiation. Apollonius of Tyana spoke of the Second Hour when "by the duad, the zodiacal fish chant the praises of God; the fiery serpents entwine about the caduceus and the thunder becomes harmonious." This is one of twelve zodiacal steps of successive initiation, another being to study the balanced forces in nature and learn how harmony results from the analogy of contraries, "to know the Great Magical Agent and two-fold polarization of universal light."

The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus bears the following inscription "The power is vigorous if it be changed into earth . . . Ascend with the greatest sagacity from earth to heaven, and then again descend to earth, and unite together the power of things superior with things inferior." Such is the practice of theurgy which involves communication with, and bringing down to earth, planetary spirits and angels. Total purity of mind, heart and body is needed to perform this sublime magic. In the school of Iamblichus, priests who evoked gods during the Mysteries were Hierophants. Like the Brahman Grihasta, the Theurgist liberated his own astral body, which then took on the form of the God and served as a medium through which the "special current preserving ideas and knowledge of that God could be reached and manifested." Through theurgy, the initiated disciple ascends the spiral to communicate with the Augoeides rendered visible through the medium of his astral body.

The magic of theurgy and the art of healing are alike based upon the principle of establishing an equilibrium of forces. Because human nature denotes the polarity of spirit and matter, a struggle between the two manifests. Since the centripetal and centrifugal forces are interdependent, if the action of one is obstructed, the action of the other will immediately become self-destructive. There must be a restoration of equilibrium so that the currents of life can perform their proper function in the body. The Navajo medicine man carefully delineates a design in colored sand which precisely combines the correct elements of color, symbol, direction and balance. In the center of this mandala the patient will remain seated throughout the lengthy chanting which, together with the sand-painting, will evoke the contrasting forces in nature necessary to re-establish the proper equilibrium in the patient.

The knowledge needed to heal oneself is the same as that needed to ascend the spiral of initiation into the still center of the Higher Self. The great shadow of the astral light ever deludes man and the shadow-serpent entwined around him obscures his vision. Let man mark that serpent well and understand its essential force while turning his mind ever upward toward the Spiritual Sun. The ardent disciple strives to realize Siva through the balanced forces of his whole nature, thus embodying every aspect of the golden caduceus. This is the natural potential of man. The perfect balance achieved, the soul soars upward on radiant wings.

Tree of Life as the Caduceus of Mercury. Each number corresponds to a planet/god e.g. 8 is Mercury, 7 is Venus etc.

The serpents represent the Ida and Pingala nadis, while the shaft/wand is Sushumna.

Image from “The Book of Thoth” by Aleister Crowley (1944).

[roselyn-writing]

I have finished making Leaya / Laya’s moodboards. Her face claim is: Nadja Auermann. Her voice claim is: Jennifer Tilly, Tiffany’s voice actress from Bride of chucky, and chucky series. She is inspired by Princess Lars from I will fall with the Emperor manhwa (her looks and her strong personality) Lilith Morningstar from HH too, However, Her flirty and playful personality inspired by Lala Stalain Deviluke from to love ru darkness.

Additional info: She is Raqoul’s sister (full-blooded sister) . Her favourite colours are: Fuchsia, Red, Burgundy, Purple and black. She likes to sing, she can control demons by her singing voice (just like Lilith from HH). She is the fifth strongest demon; after Lucifer, her husband: Asmodeus, Raqoul and the big bad himself: Souma. Despite being evil and menacing; she has a sense of mercy towards animals, humans and lesser demons. She loves her son Jaroud; and she wishes she didn’t die so he could have a better childhood than what he had but she is thankful for Aliyaa’s existence in her son’s life and changing him for the better.

Lastly, I haven’t thought of titles yet so yeah, feel free to suggest!

[the-offside-rule]

Lance Stroll (Aston Martin) - Our Last Summer

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Our Last Summer by Abba

Warnings: none that I know of...OH WAIT steamy kind of ending

Lance sat in his armchair in his living room. He was expecting his daughter to be dropped off for the week at any moment. Laya Stroll was practically the same as her father. Her attitude and kind heart made her the same, but she was a replica of her mother Y/n. Y/n and Lance had fallen deeply in love over the summer they had both turned 18 and from that, a beautiful relationship had come to exist. Over time however, things went downhill and a breakup was within reach, until Y/n found our that she was pregnant. They tried to keep the love alive but the truth was, it simply wasn't there anymore. No matter how much they tried, nothing worked and the two just broke up. Since then, they've been co-parenting and trying as much as possible to give their daughter the best life.

He jumped as heard the gates opening, followed by the pebbled pathway crunching against the wheels of her car. He stood up and walked towards the front door and opening it. He leaned on the door frame as he watched Y/n help their daughter out if the car door. Lance looked over to Laya. She was so little and she looked smaller with the huge backpack she had on her back. "Hi Daddy!" She squealed, waving at him with delight. Lance's lips immediately turned to a smile. "Hey pumpkin! You ready to have some fun?" He asked, picking her up. Y/n stood looking between the both. "She's got everything in her bag. Her pyjamas, her vitamins, her toothbrush-"

"I know. You got it all there." Lance replied. He moved a strand of hair from Laya's face. "I'll be back tomorrow. You don't have anything to worry about." Y/n reassured him. Lance bit his tongue on what he was going to say. She bent down and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "I'll see you later baby, alright?" Laya nodded and kissed her mother back before running inside and jumping on the sofa. "I'll be back maybe at 6. I'm sure you'll be fine." Lance nodded. "Okay. Bye Lance." She said, walking away. Lance waved back and watched her get into her car and drive away. He never really said goodbye to her. He wasn't trying to be rude, it's just the last time he said goodbye to her, she was out of his life for months. Y/n's mother was bringing Laya over to Lance's place so he could take care of her and it was the same person who picked her up. It wasnt until Silverstone last year when Lance invited the whole family. Y/n really had no choice but to go. She had a baby to take care of.

Lance walked back inside and locked the door. He walked into his living room and saw her watching Narcos. "No, Laya, we've talked about this I'm not allowed let you watch it." He said, taking the control and putting on some cartoons. He heard his daughter whimper. "Look, how about I go get you some food? Sound like a good idea?" Laya looked up to her dad and nodded her head. "Okay! Can I come and colour?" Lance smiled and picked her up. "Of course, pumpkin. Let's go."

Lance stood at the sink, washing the dishes as Laya sat colouring at the table. "Daddy?" Laya asked. Lance turned from doing the dishes to look at his daughter. "Yes pumpkin?" He replied. "How did you and Mommy fall in love?" Initially, the question gave Lance a warm and fuzzy feeling, but then he turned cold as he remembered that they were no longer together. He let out a sigh and picked her up, placing her carefully on the counter beside him. "I suppose it was when we were younger. See pumpkin, I was in Austria for a race and I saw her. From then, I couldn't stop thinking about her, I kept talking to her for as long as I could until the summer break and we just went on a road trip around France."

Laya's face turned to one of confusion. "Why France?" She asked. "We both speak French. It's something we both kind of bonded over that. In fact, we always went back, even the last time we-" Lance felt something inside him. It was the feeling of watching back an old memory, only to be saddened by the fact that the person in it is no longer there. Its painful to watch back even. "Our last Summer where it was just us was the best. It was just us and only us and I loved every moment of it." Lance had told her everything about their last trip before she was born. Like how they were once walking along the Seine and then it started to pour rain and they started laughing because they hadn't brought coats with them. Or the time they were stuck in their car during a traffic jam near the Notre Dam. Wherever they walked, it was hand in hand. Every morning they'd go to the same cafe every morning for their fresh croissants. Oh how distant thos ememories seemed now. "That sounded so fun! Maybe one day you and Mommy could bring me to Paris!"

Lance nodded his head. "Maybe one day kiddo." He paused for a moment, drinking in the happiness he had from talking about those moments before asking about Y/n. "Did Mommy tell you where she was going for work?" Lance asked. "Work? Mommy is going out with one of her boy friends she met at the farmers market." Laya replied. Lance felt hurt in a way. She always told him when she had dates so why be so secretive now? He has taken care of Laya before when Y/n had a date so why lie and say she had work? "I think its time for bed, pumpkin." Lance told her, helping to clear up her colouring pencils. "Okay Daddy." She yawned. Lance picked her up and walked with her to her room. He helped her change into her Paw Patrol pyjamas and then sent her to brush her teeth. After she was tucked in and asleep, Lance left her room and walked down the hallway, looking at the photos on the wall. He used to have newspaper clippings and headlines from podiums but they found themselves in a shoe box and replaced by drawings from Laya and various family photos. He would never admit it, but his favourite was by far the photo from Silverstone last year. Everyone looked to happy. His family, Y/n's family and Laya in a little Racing Point shirt and oversized cap to match. He realised neither were happy to be there but it reminded him of who he drives for and what he drives for. He drives for her.

The next day, Lance sat eating popcorn as he snuggled up with Laya under a huge blanket while watching Winnie The Pooh. They heard the doorbell ringing which earned a groan of disapproval from the toddler. "Why can't people just wait until the movie is over." She groaned, making Lance chuckle. "You can keep watching. I'll get the door." Lance stood up off the couch and walked towards the door to open it. His face softened as he saw Y/n standing before him. "Hey." She said. "She's just in the living room. We're having a movie night kind of thing." He explained. "Oh, well I'm ready to bring her home whenever so it's no rush." Y/n smiled. "Come on in." Lance stood to the side and allowed her to walk in and into the living room. "Hey baby!" Y/n grinned, walking up to Laya on the sofa. "Mommy! You should know better than to come while there's a movie on! Would you do that in a movie theatre?" Y/n chuckled. "I suppose not. I'll go sit in the kitchen while you go get ready." Y/n walked into the kitchen to see Lance already standing at the counter. He looked like he was thinking about something, she just didn't know what.

"How was she?" Y/n asked as she sat at the table. "She was full of questions, that's for sure. Just like you." Y/n nodded her head before it grew silent, the kettle boiling being the only noise. "How was your date?" Lance asked. Y/n froze. "Yeah, yeah it was alright. I don't think we'll end up dating though." She replied. Lance became invested. Maybe she felt the same way he did. "Oh? How come?" Lance took out two cups and a tea bag. Y/n always had a cup of tea when she was picking up Y/n while Lamce stuck to his coffee. Y/n let out a sigh. "Well for one, he was just so rude. He literally opened the door and didn't even hold it so I could walk in. It ended up like, smacking me in the face." Lance smiled and let out a small chuckle. "That's a red flag and that's coming from a driver." He said, taking the kettle and pouring water into each cup.

"Yeah, well then he wouldn't stop talking about himself. Like, I tried to get a word in but whatever I said reminded him of so etching that happened to him in the past. I said I loved Formula one and I'd been to races and he straight up went, 'Oh my god, I went to Baku in 2017. It was such a great race.' and I was kinda like 'oh sick. I was there too.' So at least we could talk about F1 for a while." Lance poured some milk into her tea and walked over to the table to place the cup in front of her. "And what did he say about f1?" Lance pulled out a chair for himself and sat down, sipping on his coffee. "Well, he talked about how the sport shouldn't be so money oriented so everyone has an equal opportunity to get into it, which I have to say I agree with but then he kinda just-" Y/n paused and drank her tea, not wanting to say what he had. "He kinda just?"

"He called you a useless pay driver. I did stick up for you though. I said you need talent to back it up. He called me a simp for Daddy's Cash but eh, not anymore." Y/n laughed. "See I don't think that's true at all." Y/n set he tea down. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Well I think you still like me." Y/n scoffed at his words. "And why would you ever think that?" Lance shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it's the fact that you always end up hating your dates. You never go back on a second date with them." He explained. "Well that's a lie, because I actually went on a second date with Mark." Y/n said, as-a-matter-of-factly. "And did you end up going on a third date?" Lance asked. "It's none of your business who I go on dates with. You've been on plenty since me." Y/n spat before standing up. "Yes, but I stopped after the last girl because I realised they weren't you and none of them would ever come close. I don't want to settle for some girl because I can't have you." Lamce stepped closer to her and lifted her chin up to look at him. "And what makes you think I'd settle for you?" Granted, that hurt Lance but he knew she only said it to try sound like she was sure of herself. "You don't have to lie. I know you miss me."

"Lance. We broke up. We decided we weren't right together and we decided that no matter how hard we tried, we would never, ever work out for eachother." She said. "That was then. It's been four years since then." Y/n rolled her eyes. "I just can't talk to you, you never listen! It was just like last summer!"

Y/n felt a tug at her coat. Both she and Lance looked down to see Laya with her sketchpad. "Mommy? Do you think we could maybe sleep over at Daddy's tonight?" Laya asked. Y/n sighed and smiled at her daughter. "I'm sure Daddy wouldn't mind but it's gonna have to be granny that picks you up tomorrow morning because I've got an early shift." She explained carefully, playing with her brown curls. "No, I mean can we have a sleepover. You could come too!" Y/n didn't know what to say. She hadn't stayed in that house since they broke up. "Laya, I don't think that's the best idea."

"Please?" Laya pleaded, the grip on her sketchpad getting harder. She looked to Lance. "I guess I could stay for one night." She mumbled. "Yay!" Laya screamed before jumping and latching onto her mother's legs and hugging for dear life. "You're the best!" Laya scrambled out of the kitchen and back to the living room presumably, leaving Lance and Y/n in a bit of a predicament. "I'll sleep on the couch. Don't worry about it." Lance muttered, walking out and being practically non existent for the rest of the evening.

As night fell, Y/n lay in bed thinking over what Lance had said earlier about how she probably still loved him. On the surface, she felt like she didn't. Since they broke up she hadn't had any form of lust towards him. Just thinking he was a good dad and was a wonderful partner for the time they were together. Lust however, was not to be confused for love. She felt it in each artery of her heart that she loved him. She never stopped. She felt as though she lived for him. She wanted to learn to love someone more than she did Lance, but failed, hence the multiple dates. She had enough. She had to put her pride aside and tell him. She stood up and marched out, careful not to wake Laya. She peered in through the door and saw Lance asleep in a shirt and his boxers like he always did. She walked up slowly to him and gently nudged him, trying to get him awake. He tossed and turned uncomfortably before his eyes just about opened and saw her. "Y/n? What are you-"

Lance was cut off by Y/n latching her lips onto his. He wasted no time in kissing back, holding onto her hips as she cupped his face. "Y/n, wait." Y/n stopped and looked and him. "Do you really want to or do you just feel bad?" Y/n chuckled softly at his question as if it were a joke. "Lance, I love you. I'd never do that to someone I love." She restarted the kiss again. This time, it was different. There was a hunger somewhere in the kiss. She found herself moving from his lips to his neck. Lance soon joined pursuit and nipped at her neck and collarbone, leaving lilac marks on her skin. They both knew where thus was going. There was no going back without it being awkward now. "Are you sure you want this?" Lance asked in between kisses. "Lance-" she paused and looked deep into his eyes. "Lance, I love you. Of course I do." That was all he needed to do what he'd been wanting to do for so long now. He picked her up, her legs clasping around his waist and walked into his bedroom and kicking the door shut behind him. He wanted to show her he loved her and cherished her in every way and he would.

-time skip o' clock-

Lance sat listening to his engineers. Silverstone. One of his favourites and the teams home grand prix. "So basically, you're losing a lot of your time in Copse. We think if you-" His engineer was cut off by the sound of Laya shouting for her dad immensely loud. Lance's face turned to a grin before he excused himself and walked to his family. He picked Laya up and put her on his shoulders before turning to Y/n and pecking her on the lips gently. Lamce then looked down at the newborn bundle of joy in her arms and rubbed his little face. "Is he okay?" Lance asked. "Casper is fine. You need to go get ready for qualifying so i might just bring them to the hospitality lounge." Y/n replied. "Sounds good. I can meet you there after." They gave eachother one final kiss before Lance set Laya back down. "Can you tell Sebastian I said hello?" Laya asked. Lance stooped down to her level and smiled. "You can tell him yourself after qualifying, how does that sound?" Laya bounced up and down excitedly at the mere thought of meeting her dad's teammate again. "Come on. We have to go. Leave Daddy to his racing."

Lance bid them farewell and watched as they left out the backway. He felt a poke at his shoulder, making him turn around. He saw his engineer again. "Ready to get in the car?" Lance nodded and prepared himself. He sat in the car for a few moments before the green light came on in the pits, looking around before finally looking at a sticker photo of his family just beside the steering wheel. Reminding him once again who he was racing for and who he love most in this world.

[greypetrel]

hiya! 2, 20, 29, 31, 43 for the oc asks c:

Hi Laya! Thank you! :3

Tis the ask game

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

I am a good blorbo mom and I love all my OCs equally.

It's Aisling, she's relaxing and fun to write.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Alyra is a bard. She sings only drinking songs in pubs. She'll start the choir and have whole room join. Easy to spill secrets if you shared a shanty. Will not sing on command, if you ask her, she won't even speak. Won't sing under the shower or as pleasure, but she did sing lullabyes to baby Kieran and her own offspring eventually. She has a nice, low voice.

Raina is the one that loves singing the most, but unfortunately she's also tone deaf. If she strikes a note it was by pure chance and mistake, it won't happen again. She puts always a lot of passion into it, but she's terrible. Picture a younger Florence Forster Jenkins (TW for... Singing so horrible it's actually funny, I love FFJ unironically).

Aisling has a nice voice and likes to sing, will most often be found humming as she works, and even put words together to sing her own (whimsical, think "In the golden afternoon" from Alice in Wonderland) songs. She's extremely shy, tho, she sings in public only it it's a group song and she can involve other people in it. Ask her to sing solo in front of a person and she'll run in the opposite direction instead.

Niamh I think has a nice voice and is the one that will actually show off and seek proper singing lessons. In a modern AU, she'll apply to lyrical singing classes, and will be a nice soprano.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Garrett and Niamh, most definitely.

Garrett will say that "What's the worse that can happen, I'm used to demons and I can talk to them". Not in Kirkwall, because just as Lilian, Kirkwall usually means a shitton of demons he can't handle by himself, or bandits.

Niamh will go just to show that she can. Also it means there's a Spirit in distress and she can calm them down, so why shouldn't she help? That poor spirit must be so upsed, better go and fix it. *Aisling disapproves*

Priscilla would go if she gets paid for it, she doesn't believe in ghosts and after Hezenkoss? Eh, it's all downhill, can't get any spookier than that.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Mh, the two that would have a tumblr blog are Aisling and Priscilla, let's focus on the latter.

Priscilla would have an extremely curated blog. It's all in pinks and creams with a touch of turquoise, very very girly but elegant. A cursive elegant font uses sparsely for titles, neat links to her other profiles (she has an Instagram and is very active). As for the content: it's aesthetics, all in the same colour range (she loves pink!), a lot of fashion design and fashion photography, all high end and very classy. And the occasional original post showing the nails she did to her friends, some hairdo she has on or made people (Bellara is a favourite model, even if her face is rarely shown she's referred to as "the bestie💖"). Some selfie of her and the group here and there. Poetry and aforism and musics, all by women, resources on indie artists in the music and fashion field. And the occasional informative post against fast-fashion, capsule wardrobes, tutorials on sewing and embroidery and recognizing different types of fabrics.

She'll be very active, i think ahahah.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

Mh, I try to go for "Stuff I'd like to explore or learn how to draw". Like: Radha has an undercut becuase I liked the idea of an androgynous character. I do like contrasts when creating a character, and I do design them thinking of the personality as well, and I colour-code them all.

Example: I wanted a warrior for Veilguard, I didn't have any and I decided to try. To add a little contrast and interest, I decided that Priscilla would have been very "girly" and pink, and definitely a high femme... Who can also shield bash you out of existence. I made her buff because she needs some muscle to support that big shield and armour, but chose the same hairstyle as Evka (before knowing Evka's designer had my same idea) to have some more girlyness in an otherwise full armour, I put her some make up and enhanced the pink with lipstick when the game didn't give me the option of changing the colour to the armours (buuuuh). She does change hairstyle at a certain point, it was fun.

(I have a lot of Priscilla feels, sorry ahahahahah)

I do tend to design finer traits, out of being very self-conscious about my own nose that's on the bigger side (I hated it as a teen. I'm growing fonder of it, but it's a work in progress). xD

Also: I love expressive people and drawing expressions, so I have quite a hard time in drawing aloof, more stoic characters.

... I can't think of anything else, you tell me ahahahahah

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

one thing i'm a bit bummed about is that no one ever uses Rook's last name..

[aroaessidhe]

most boring unimaginative casting ever wtf

[neechees]

Gow fancasts part TWO.. (Ragnarok, gun to my head ethnically and/or Nationality accurate in-the-situation-that-their-face-models-&-mocap-actors-cant-make-it edition)

Helena Mattsson as Sif

Andrea Heick Gadeberg as (older) Thrúd

Sjur Vatne Brean as (older) Atreus

& this one is only for like post, POST GOW Ragnarok, but Azie Dungey as adult Angrboda (bc I still want Laya as Angie no matter what)

Timur Muharemovic as (older) Skjoldr

Pia Tjelta as Freya

Hannes Fohlin as Freyr

Lauri Tilkanen as Heimdall

More coming sometime that's just all I got for now

[rapewife]

lowkey i need to suck dick or i will die

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Dancing On Your Heartstrings

Chapter 15

Raghav POV

Raghav stared at the unsaved contact on his phone. He tried to remember if he had given out his number to anyone recently, but no one came to mind. Hesitantly, he swiped up. 

"Hello! Raghav, right?"

"...Yes?"

"Hi, it's me, Karan. Remember me?"

Karan. Yes. Yes he did remember. He had helped bring Ranveer to the studio when Raghav asked him to, in return for which Raghav missed three classes the next day and assisted him in staging a prank on his brothers. Raghav also owed him a favour for keeping his mouth shut in front of Ranveer. 

"Haan, bata kya hua."

"If I remember correctly, Little Mr Patil owes me a favour."

The mischief in his voice scared Raghav more than he would like to admit. There were only twenty minutes left until his practice with Ranveer. It better not be something excessive. "Of course I do. Kya chahiye?"

"Mujhe Shabana's Cafe se chicken momos laake de. Two plates."

Thank god, that was easy enough. If you knew anything about those triplets, you would know not to be in their debt. Ever 

"Thik hai. Mujhe apna address Whatsapp kar. Main lata hu," said Raghav. 

"Jaldi laio. Ranveer se mangaye the abhi tak nahi laya."

Ranveer. Gosh, being around the boy did things to Raghav that he wasn't sure he liked. It was frustrating, but it was also comforting. His face would heat up at every stolen glimpse of brown skin, every time Ranveer's shirt would lift up even a little bit during his stretches, but it always left him eager for the sight one more time. 

Whenever Ranveer replied to his shameless flirting with a sarcastic flirt back, he would feel like a hamster was doing cartwheels in his intestines. (Because what he felt was much lower in the abdomen and much, much less innocent than 'butterflies in the stomach')

But it also hurt. It hurt being around Ranveer knowing he could joke around and flirt back and tease all he wanted but he could never truly like Raghav in the way Raghav wanted. Hell, he didn't even like Raghav in general most of the time. It was the whirlwind of brushing limbs and snarky comments and small smiles that lit a fire in Raghav's heart. If he didn't learn to control the flames, he might burn himself alive very soon. 

He shoved his feet into his shoes, deciding to walk instead of taking his car. It would waste time, but he needed to clear his head. "Thik hai, abhi lata hu. Bye."

The worst of it all was the hope, Raghav realised as he started the walk on the street. What was he even hoping for? Another surprised laugh from Ranveer? Another victorious smile from him as they effortlessly rehearsed the choreography? Or was he hoping for Ranveer to run up to him and tell him he loves him and kiss his stupid face? Was he hoping for love or yearning for an impossibility? 

Curse this damned hope. 

Raghav reached Shabana's Cafe and mindlessly ordered two plates of chicken momos. He was surprised that Ranveer was the one who got late in bringing them. The boy was so punctual, after all. That was one of the things Raghav liked about him. But Raghav liked it when he broke character too; when the carefully crafted discipline slipped away to reveal the raw humanness underneath. 

He didn't want to think about Ranveer anymore, so he looked around the cafe. A bunch of girls, all in different shades of pink, crowding the table by the window caught his attention first. Then a group of four boys on the table beside the counter. They were laughing over something, until the South Indian looking guy accidentally spilled his coffee on the guy wearing a pagg. The Sikh guy cursed him out －in pure Punjabi－ as the waitress tried to be polite while furiously telling them to calm down. The guy sat back down with a guilty expression mirroring the one of the South Indian guy.

Raghav would have laughed, if only he hadn't lost his voice. Because when a face amidst the onlookers of the fiasco caught his eye, the breath left his lungs. 

Ranveer was sitting there, smiling like he had everything he ever wanted. He was chatting with someone －a girl－ and seemed so content in himself that it made Raghav's heart speed up. 

He had this look in his eyes, filled with an easy and casual intimacy that Raghav was so frightened of, that made it impossible to look in his direction anymore. 

Because he wasn't looking at Raghav. 

Because he was looking at someone else. 

Because he was looking at someone who wasn't Raghav and never could be. 

Yet Raghav couldn't tear his eyes away. The girl said something shocking －probably, not that Raghav could hear them－ and Ranveer's features formed into a surprised oh.

Whenever Raghav said anything surprising, he furrowed his brow in suspicion. Raghav liked that, until now. 

He wondered if he would ever get that look of comfort from Ranveer. He wondered if he would ever get over that look of comfort. 

Fuck this. Raghav needed to get a grip. Ranveer was straight. Ranveer liked girls. Ranveer had girls he could sit with at cafes and talk about probably things like the future and marriage and how many fucking kids they wanted to have. 

That might have been immature. She might have just been a friend. Who the fuck knew? Not Raghav certainly. And it was making him insane. 

"Oh bhaiya," a voice called from behind him. He turned to the counter, where the lady had put the momos. With one last look at Ranveer, Raghav took the bag containing the two plastic boxes and bolted through the door. 

The sight of Ranveer smiling at that girl was burned through his eyelids. His eyes stung with the oncoming of tears, the back of his throat tightened and Raghav wanted to scream. 

He wanted to go up to Ranveer and scream that he loved him and that it felt like a thousand needles plunging into his heart when he was mad at him and that he didn't fucking care if it ruined their friendship, he just needed to get the words out. 

But he did, didn't he? He cared too fucking much. 

He bumped into someone. He knew he was fighting off tears. If he spoke, it would come out as a sob. So instead of saying sorry, he righted himself and walked away. 

A hand grabbed his shoulder. The man spat out a filthy slur and jerked him around. 

Raghav swore as he recognized who he bumped into. "What the fuck do you want, Ayush?"

"List bana ke du?" Ayush snarled. 

Raghav's blood was boiling in his veins. He did not have the fucking energy to pretend he didn't care about anything. He took a step towards Ayush and said, "Thik hai. De list. Us sab ke sath mera revenge bhi laake de dunga, okay?"

Ayush grabbed his collar harshly, the joints of his fingers digging into Raghav's throat. "Kis baat ka revenge, saale? Pehle to tune mujhe competition main nahi aane diya. Jab maine dubara try kiya tab bhi tu us Ranveer ke peeche pada tha. Aur abhi mujhe dhakka bhi tune diya."

It was hard to breathe. Raghav refused to gasp for air. He should just… no. He wasn't fucking scared of Ayush. He wasn't eighteen anymore. He pushed Ayush off him. "Apni ladai to usse bohot purani hai, Ayush. You were the one who pushed me into the fountain and outed me in front of the whole courtyard."

"Outed? You mean maine sabko teri sacchai bata di? We both know you're a fucking faggot. Tabhi to us Ranveer ke peeche kutto ki tarah bhaagta rehta hai-"

Raghav should have just walked away. Raghav should have let him talk about his bullshit by himself. But that wasn't what Raghav did.

There was an itch in his fist and teeth he wanted to break. 

• • • 

Ranveer's face was the first thing Raghav saw when he opened his eyes. They were both on his bed, Ranveer was holding his wrist in one hand, and it seemed to Raghav that all his teenage fantasies had come true. 

Then reality crashed in. 

Typical. 

"Who did this to you?" Ranveer's voice was livid. Raghav's wrist hurt like hell at the joint where he had grabbed it. "What were you fucking thinking, Raghav?"

Raghav recalled the things that had happened. He had a fight with Ayush. On the streets. Because… because he was already crying. He was crying because he'd seen Ranveer with a girl. 

"Why do you care?" he said. 

Ranveer looked one millisecond away from slapping him. "Why do I care? Why do I care!? Raghav the competition is in two days."

[talonabraxas]

Solar Logos Talon Abraxas

The mysterious spiritual Being in the center of our cosmos and from which the physical Sun emanated. It is commonly equated with God or the highest Deity in the various religions.

In the writings of Helena P. BLAVATSKY, the phrase central spiritual Sun or “invisible Sun” is used in three senses: as an astronomical object in the Milky Way galaxy, as the highest God or Deity, and as the Divine Self within human beings.

Astronomically, it is outside the Solar System. Blavatsky suggests that it may be equated with the “central body in the milky way, a point unseen and mysterious, the ever-hidden center of attraction of our Sun and system” (SD 2:240). It is still in a laya or neutral condition, but nevertheless acting as an attracting and ever-emitting life center (ibid).

As a spiritual being, it is the highest conception of Deity or God we can make. The ancients equate it with Iao or Abraxas. It is the Parabrahman among Hindus. Among the Kabbalists, it is the Ain Soph. It is also the point at the center of the six-pointed star. It radiates seven rays.

The “Three Kabalistic Faces” are the “Three Lights” and the “Three Lives” of EN-SOPH (the Parabrahma of the Westerns) also called the “Central Invisible Sun.” The “Universe is his Spirit, Soul and Body,” his “Three Emanations.” This triune nature — the purely Spiritual, the purely Material and the Middle nature (or imponderable matter, of which is composed man’s astral soul) are represented by the equilateral triangle whose three sides are equal, because these three principles are diffused throughout the universe in equal proportions; and the ONE LAW in nature being perfect EQUILIBRIUM — they are eternal and co-existent. (CW III:313)

Julian the Apostate spoke of the central Sun in its three aspects: the first being the universal cause of all, the second being paramount Intelligence, and the third being the visible Sun. This central Sun is the Logos that manifests through the physical Sun.

The term “Spiritual Sun” is at times used in a third sense to refer to the inner Self, the Divine Spirit within, or štman. It is symbolized by the new rebirth or the second birth alluded to by Paul (CW IX:272).

[olayaxnangyaite]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 (II), 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝

NETEYAM SULLY x O'LAYA NANGYA'ITE!METKAYINA!OC!

SUMMARY - AS EYWA LED THEM TO EACHOTHER. NOW, IT IS UP TO THEM TO TAKE CARE OF THE REST. THEY DID NOT HIDE THAT THEY WERE FOR EACHOTHER, AS IT WAS DIFFICULT TO HIDE THEIR LOVE.

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TRACK #2: INVISIBLE STRING by TAYLOR SWIFT

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Every morning, Ao’nung or Tsireya would stand outside O’laya’s pod and wait for her to head out. This time it was Ao’nung, who came with his atlatl.

“You sleep with that thing?” She teased, pointing at his weapon. “You carry that around, I’m starting to think you're insane” She pointed while proceeding with him. “And where’s yours?” noticing that she came empty-handed. “I don’t need it” she shrugged. “Remember what your father said-” O’laya stopped in her tracks as soon as that word came out of his mouth.

“Nung, father died long ago so I do not need to hear whatever he said” She acknowledge with sternness. Ao’nung slumped his shoulders and just rolled his eyes at her stubbornness. “Fine. But if you ever get in trouble, don’t come running to me, ” he smirked and nudged her forearm. “Don’t worry, I won’t” he chuckled at her smugness and looked at her so fondly.

It wasn't a secret that Ao’nung had a thing for O’laya, he’s so delicate when it comes to her. It’s not just that he promised that she would take care of her but also how he had already chosen her, without her knowing. In all the time they have spent together, it was difficult for him to avoid this gushing affection.

“Laya, Where are you going?” Ao’nung asked, she passed the area where they usually train. “To the shore” She replied giving a ‘duh’ tone.

The reef children had taken the first jump and flawlessly drifted along with the water, diving in a moderate speed. Soon after, the Sully siblings followed but with a playful and scattered jump making a loud splash.

O’laya turned her body to face the others and found Neteyam utterly mesmerized by the sea creatures that surrounded them. She grinned at him and was caught by his curious eyes. She went back to swim with Ao’nung, expecting them to follow.

“Come. Swim together with us” Tsireya signed, but they seemed to be enigmatic by this gesture and rather unfamiliar. Instead, she just queued for them to join. They shrugged and went back to the water.

O’laya looked over to Ao’nung, who was just beside her. And was visibly laughing at them, “Such bad divers” He signed to her, only to get a frown and another strike. He winced his eyes from the sting he felt and rolled his eyes at her. She looked back at Neteyam to see if he was managing and accidentally meeting eyes, it appeared that Neteyam was already looking at her before she even did.

She replied with a small smile and motioned for them to follow once more. As the reef children swam further, the Omatikayans could take it anymore and rose to the surface once more. “What’s wrong with them?” Rotxo asked, “They are bad at diving” he jibed at them. “Stop” Tsireya glared at his brother, “They are learning” O’laya shook her head at him and just followed them to the surface to face their exhausted faces. “Are you alright?” She asked.

“You swim too fast, wait for us” Tuk whined, “Just breath” Tsireya replied im empathy for the child as she glimpsed at how tired she looked. “You are not good divers. Maybe better at swinging-”

!SMAKE!

O’laya strikes again with her hand behind his head, Ao’nung groaned in subtle pain and glared at her. “Tsk! Enough, you two” Tsireya scowled at the two child-like adolescents before another catfight could start.

“C’mon, bro. We don’t speak thing finger talk, guys” Neteyam explained, imitating the movement of their fingers. “ I will teach you”

“ Where’s Kiri?” Roxto spun his head around to look for this, “Who?” O’laya asked.

“If you want to live here, you must ride” Ao’nung clarified, as his hands glided against the water. Neteyam watched as O’laya called for an Ilu and conducted it in front of him to reach. “Here”

“ You can sit right here” she pointed at the Ilu’s back, Neteyam gladly heeded and lifted himself off the water and onto the creature. She looked up to him to make sure that his stance was steady enough, but she couldn't resist to just staring at his braids and how well done they were, his back and how tha water slowly dripped off, his arms that gripped tightly onto the “Is everything ok? Am i doing something wrong”

Neteyam caught the brief silence and wandered back to her, “Kehe!, you’re doing just fine” She shook her head and woke herself back to reality. She gently grasped into the animal’s que for Neteyam not to access it easily.

“Bond with him gently…” As soon as their floras collide, it was like a gush in his bloodstream. “Feel his heartbeat, feel his strength..” O’laya softly took the boy’s free hand and placed it on the handle for him to hold. HE reopened his eyes and prepared to launch, The Ilu took off with him and O’laya crouched under to get a better view of him.

And by surprise, after a few stumbles, he got a good grip on the creature and just like his father, he had it on only the first try. She scoffed at his success, seeing the surprised and proud look on his face as he faultlessly rode the Ilu.

After a few rounds, he came back to O’laya who was already on her Ilu. “Did you see that?” He sounded like a child who just received a toy, “Most fail at their first time” She stated, “Did you?” He said as he caught his breath, “Of course not” She chuckled at the thought of it. Remembering how her first time went.

"Look at your brother" O'laya pointed at Lo'ak who was struggling to stay on the Ilu. She scoffed at him as she watched Ao'nung and the rest laughed at him.

The reef children and the Omatikayans sat in a circle as Tsireya organised a session for them to learn how to breathe underwater. But Ao’nung, O’laya and Neteyam sat in a different circle separating them from the others. “Breath…” She exhaled with Ao’nung and Neteyam following her actions. 

“Slow your heartbeat” She muttered, the three of them had their eyes closed to focus. But Neteyam, slightly opened his eyes to look at her in front of him. Legs crossed while her hands rested on her knees, He would scan her whole figure and take note of her every detail. But still obeying her instructions, 

Ao’nung on the other hand, also took a peek at his surroundings as he only opened one eye. He looked over to Neteyam and noticed that he was looking straight at her.

 “You know my ’eylan, looking at her won’t-”

“Fnu! “ She berated Ao’nung, “Kanfpìl (focus), Neteyam” She looked over to him with earnest. Ao’nung rolled his eyes at him and continued the whole session

after the lessons had ended, the rest of the reef children had gone their separate ways.

As Neteyam was wandering around the village giving himself his own tour, he found a small trail that leads to the deeper regions of Awa'atlu.

But his tracks paused when his sight drooped on the most majestic creature he had ever seen, maybe it was her giggling with the children or how they all sat beside her. Maybe it's her hair swaying with the wind, maybe it's the sun that shimmered her skin. He questions himself, admiring her soft laughs. falling for her smile, which slightly shows her fangs from her side view.

Tsireya sat on the other side, but not far for O'laya. The reef children surrounded them, braiding jewellery together. A couple of kids were circling her and decorating her hair with beads.

O'laya noticed eyes from a distance, she looked over to her right and found Neteyam. She beamed at him, making his knees feel entirely weak. He waved awkwardly to avoid embarrassment, and to hide the fact that he had been staring at her for too long.

O'laya gestured her hand and waved for him to come, "Come sit with us, Neteyam" She invited, he only nodded and followed her orders.

"These are the reef children" she introduced, as one girl walked hesitantly near him.

"Can we touch your hair?" She asked, with doe eyes glimmering at him. "Sure" He nodded and waited for the child to reach for his braids.

The little girl, smiled ear-to-ear as she took one of his strands that has bead embedded in it.

"tewti" she whispered, Neteyam chuckled as he watched the child admire his hair. But his gaze soon darted back to O'laya, It was the moment that he knew in his guts that this girl is either going to be the death of him or the one he was going to live for the rest of his life with.

"You look very pretty..." He whispered to himself, not knowing how he was voicing it out loud. Distracted from watching the kids, she only heard a mumble. "Hm?"

" Po san lu nga sevin (he said you are pretty)" One of the children decorating her hair voice for him. The rest of the girls giggle at Neteyam, Including Tsireya. His face suddenly heated up and a tint of pink smeared across his cheeks.

O'laya grinned at his flustered face, as her smile became uncontrollable. As the children became more comfortable with Neteyam, they started to take each one of his strands and started to decorate his hair with shells just like O'laya.

"Here in Awa'atlu, we embellish out nikre (hair) as a sign of friendship. The children will look at you as a ’eylan from now on" She explained, "You are one of us now" He opened her palm and asked for his hand.

He gladly accepted and offered his hand to her, gently placing it on top. Not breaking their gaze, She hitched a string that was covered in assorted shells, beads and even sea glass. "For you" this string serves as a token of love.

The little children had witnessed courtship in front of them, so innocent, so pure. A love affair that Eywa had given them.

His happiness was difficult to hide, looking dearly at the string tied to his wrist. "Irayo, Ma'laya" He looked back at her.

Tsireya was beyond happy to see her friend on the brink of falling deeply in love with Neteyam. It was apparent that their fondness was in their eyes. Interlinked, connected, like their souls were merged/ His yellows and her blues were a match made by Eywa.

"Here, You can make one of these pieces of jewellery with us" She took a strand of string and handed him a container filled with different types of ornaments. "Can you teach me?" He looked up to her again, "Of course" she beamed a warm smile.

"Now twist it this way..." Both concentrated on braiding a bracelet, O'laya guided his hands every step of the way. accidentally intertwining their fingers on occasion, causing sudden fits of flusters.

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