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sunofpandora · 11 months ago

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Authors note:

AYEEEE CHAPTER TWO

Wow! I was not expecting all the kind comments and the taglist requests from chapter 1. I’m genuinely in shock, still. The comments and reposts got me teary eyed.

V I R A G O

Word count: 6k

Chapter 2

The son sun made of stone

words.

𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼/𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼/𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼/

‘Y/n was made of fire. Oh, a goddess girl with lips of lightning and a caged Phoenix under her skin. Neteyam is just the ashes and remains of the heavens she crushed under her heel.’

General Warnings: na’vi reader/ reader is a war orphan/ as always, spider, the reader, and Lo’ak are a trio/ Lo’ak and Reader being platonic soulmates?/ Spider and Reader being trauma twins/ Neteyam being lovesic/ Neteyam being nervous and shy around reader/ Neytiri being mother/ Jake being the husband i wish i had/ Tuk being a little sister and looking up to y/n/ Mentions of grace’s school./ reader fell first but Neteyam fell way harder/ sun x moon relationship

Chapter 2 warnings: jealous neteyam/ mentions or anxiousness/ mentions of war and death/flirting/ mentions of dead animals/ mentions of grief and injuries/

Extra info:

Y/n is one year younger than neteyam, she is 18 and he is 19.

Lo’ak is 18 and Kiri is also 19. Tuk is 7-8 and spider is 19.

Extra characters:

Ka’lik (y/ns father. A deceased warrior of the Omaticaya clan)

Zensira (y/n’s mother. deceased best singer and head songstress of the Omaticaya clan)

Makeyo (a warrior of the omaticaya clan. The same age as neteyam and went through iknimiya the same day as well. A filthy simp for y/n)

Kailo (Y/n’s ikran. Your ikran is a male ya’ll. sorry.)

Popiti (tuk’s best friend according to the visual dictionary)

Chapter two synopsis:

Neteyam comes to return y/n’s bracelet and has some internal conflict about his feelings towards her. Makeyo attempts to make a move on y/n and Neteyam experiences a different type of burning in his heart.

Neteyams Pov (trying something new by writing from neteyams pov as a little experiment. Lemme know how yall like it.)

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆

“Neteyam”

For a moment the sound of my name leaving her lips in a breath is almost enough to forget myself and drop to my knees.

The tuft of my tail thwacks the back of my head gently and i force my heartbeat to endure boundaries.

I clear my throat, finding the words.

My eyes fan over her figure.

The moonlight contours the crevices of her curves. Her eyes, an amorous gold, spark themselves luminous. Almost Neon in the darkness of night.

There's a bandage around her torso, and one around her left bicep. Her skin smells of grandmother's salves and wooden bowls.

It’s funny how fast the memories flood back.

There was a time before she was made of fire.

Well, actually, I don't think that’s a fair statement.

There was always a spark. Always that small flicker refusing to perish even in strong winds.

I have memories of playing in the stream with my siblings and Y/n, and occasionally spider.

She’d chase me. Her feet assaulted the shin deep water with the harsh sloshing of her feet. She tackled me and pulled on my tail. The sunburst air is sweet like nectar against our glistening skin and shrieks of laughter and springtime memories.

Her laughter challenges the brightness of the sugared sun rays that danced through the canopy, it shakes the stars with its loud singing.

The scattered droplets of water seize on her skin as she chases lo’ak, carrying a smaller spider on her back.

Now she stands before me. Taller, stronger, a warrior in all its forms.

I clear my throat once again, my eyes flickering over her body.

“How are you? Grandmother was able to treat you?”

She nods, leaning lightly against the wooden entrance frame of the marui.

“The wounds could have been worse. Mo’at was able to clean up the wounds just fine. Tsahik suggested i rest here for the night..’

She trials off, clicking her tongue as she gently taps her finger against the bandage.

The dwindling echoes of our breaths gently keep the silence afloat.

My eyes flicker up when her voice catches my ears.

“You? Any injuries?”

I shrug. “A few scratches. Nothing Serious. Lo’ak has a small bruise on his head but he’ll be fine. Mother treated us earlier.”

Something somber in her irises flickers. It’s small, but its not quiet. I open my mouth to speak but like most other things between us, she beats me to it.

“Why did you fly down there today? You could have been killed.”

There’s a hiss at the endnotes of her voice. And I don't blame her for being pissed. Not for a second.

I frown, I can feel my tail thump lightly against the ground.

“Lo’ak flew his way down there first. I wet after him.”

My confession trails a veil of blankness behind it that lingers in the air. She shakes her head, staring down.

“It’s not a thing of fault. I should have been more responsible. Im the older brother, after all-”

“Bullshit.”

The suddenness of her words make me pause. It wasn’t unexpected, but it seems a bit more vague than usual. Even for her.

“Y/n i-”

“No. No, Neteyam this has to come to an end. You can’t keep taking the fall for him. How many times will you let yourself fall off a cliff before you learn not to justify the one who pushed you off the ledge?”

I’m quiet for a moment. I feel another frown etch itself onto my lips.

“I must hold myself accountable as well. I am the future leader of this clan. If i cannot even keep my siblings out of trouble, how will I protect my people?”

I’m sure loak had told her of the scolding we received from my father.

She takes a step closer, the fire in her gaze challenges all it sees. My heartbeat speeds up its sympathy.

“Then who protects you, Neteyam?”

I’m still for a moment. My throat hitches quietly and my words come up short.

She takes a breath and shifts herself back a bit, rubbing two fingers to her temple.

Her eyes creased with exhaust. I can tell the day has drained her.

“I’m sorry. I spoke out of line.”

“You never have to apologize to me.”

I can tell it surprises her a bit. How fast my words chased after her own.

My hesitation creeps its way through the blanket of gray that treads along the silence.

I clear my throat once again, averting my gaze.

“I’m glad you returned safely. I was worried sick.”

She chuckles and gently flips the small spiral in her hand.

“Had my lucky charm on my bow today. I guess i have you to thank.”

I cannot help but feel an ache every time I see that damned spiral. Iv’e tormented myself with an object so small it's pathetic. Really. A substitution for the words i couldn't speak.

I force a smile, a gentle chuckle to follow along.

“Well. I see its made some sort of use.”

She nods and places it gently back into the pocket of her loincloth.

I find myself doing the same, fishing around my own pocket until i hear the small clatter of beads.

Ihold her bracelet out to her.

“Here. You lost this today.”

She gasps softly. My heart beckons for my unspoken yearning whenever i saw her eyes light up like that. And fuck, I curse myself for looking away.

She placed it back on her wrist.

“Thank you, Neteyam. I would have been looking for days.”

When her fingers brush my palm a new wave of sun-streaked warmth swallows my chest in the pale moonlight.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

I would do anything for you.

She chuckles softly and I swear I feel my knees buckle at the sound.

All I can do is stare at her for a moment. My eyes tracing her curves and imagine it’s my fingertips, kissing my small apologies onto her skin.

The small breeze wisps at the small loose hairs that edged at her forehead, scattered out of her braids. Her scent is sweet. Her eyes are wondrously doe-like.

I wish i could pocket the sounds of her laughter. I wish i could reach for her and brush her skin against mine if it meant even a second of her warmth is relished in.

I want her. All of her. I want her fire even if it burns me. I want her wild high-tide seas even if they drown me. I want her heart even if I must beg for it. I want her lips, and her hands. I want every rough edge and every smooth surface.

It finds a way to bind me in its threshold of longing before I even register what I've done.

My hand reaches out. The planes in the lines of my palm rest against her cheek and the pad of my thumb rubs small circles on the small temple of a space in front of her ear.

I’d forget I ever existed if it was convenient for her.

There was a time I pretended she didn’t exist. Where fear and thought collided with my panic.

Years ago. After I gave her that spiral.

I made her mere presence become a voidance in my life. A small patch of blankness that traced her shape.

There’s a reason this void stands between us. I hurt her. And I will never forgive myself for it.

I was afraid. I was afraid of what my feelings would do to me. Of what it would do to the future olo’eyktan of this clan. I feared distraction. I feared devotion. And now i yearn for it. Call it a punishment, call it karma or something more. All I know is that I pushed her away. It of my arms, out of my circle, and I thought giving her that spiral would fix my mistakes.

It hurts me. The look in her eyes when I avoided her around the village. The way her gaze chased after me when i walked away

I was 15, afraid and stupid. I still haven’t forgiven myself from keeping her out of my circle.

Now I stand before her. This woman I may never deserve. This beautiful woman who will forever hold my heart in her hands.

She stares at me. But it's full of a sour memory that resonates on the edge of her tongue.

“Neteyam..”

There it is. How she says my name.

Fuck.

Fuck, why did I ever think, even for a mere moment my heart wasn’t hers?

Say it again.

Say it again,y/n please i beg you.

But I don't dare say it aloud.

Instead I whisper to her, my thumb stopping its movements for a moment as i cradle her head.

“Y/n, yawne. I am so, so sorry I didn't protect you today. I couldn't bare the thought of you in danger. “

She pushes my hand away, and for a moment the moonlight feels bitter.

“I don’t need your protection.”

It’s not that I think I don't deserve that.

But is it wrong for it to still ache?

“Y/n. please-”

“It is late, neteyam. I wish to rest now. Please.”

Theres a small tremble in the endnotes of her voice.

And i want to strangle the one who caused her this.

But what more can i do when i caused it myself?

I take a step back, gently bowing my head.

My eyes linger on her for a moment longer.

“Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night, Neteyam.”

As the tent flap closes, I take a step back. Staring up at the moon through the large crevices that topped the mountain of highcamp.

Maybe she doesn't belong in my arms.

I ache for her at night. I dream of holding her. I beg for the figment of her not to feebly collapse into stardust and watch her wither out of my grasp. Her arrow aims at my heart and I tell her of my heartache.

She says nothing as I’m on my knees for her. Her glare is a cryptic mockery. She weakens me. Every moment of this fleeting moment within my reverie is a punishment. The morning sunset is bitter and the sky feels skeletal.

To her my devotion is a joke and all I can think of is how fucking beautiful she is when she laughs.

I had a dream once that I kissed her. I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe. She tasted dark and delicate.

I am hers. I was always hers.

I’d let her ruin me.

Unravel every piece of me and stitch back together what left is salvaged of those small fragments and watch as they spell out her name.

Y/n.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆

The next morning was calmer than yesterday to say the least.

Lo’ak went with my father to hunt.

Kiri went with my grandmother to help in the Tsahik tent.

Y/n was off with her own duties, and that left me to help my mother in our family's marui.

Oh yeah, did I mention Tuk?

It wasn’t abnormal that I often found myself conversing with Tuk.

She sits in with her smaller legs tucked under her body. Her hands are much like mine and my mothers, but small and juvenile. They lack gracefulness as they scramble with my braids, slipping the beads she made all by herself (Kiri helped) into my braids. She giggles when I tell her about my hunts. She smacks my forehead with her palm when I tilt my head the wrong way. She climbs over me in all sorts of odd ways while I wince every now and then at the occasional stepping on of my tail.

“Teyam. Stop looking down!”

Tuktirey huffs and my head snaps up, all my attention shifting to my youngest sibling.

“Ah. sorry tuk-tuk.”

She sighs dramatically and continues stringing the beads into my hair.

I smile at my youngest sister. I was close with Tuk. me and her being the only two children out of my siblings that closely resembled my mother’s na’vi features. I don’t credit myself completely. I don’t think it's fair to say that my mother and fathers genes are divided narrowly. Lo’ak my have my fathers appearance but he wields my mothers rebelliousness with pride. Her survival instincts. Her thrill for a chase. Her fire and her wind. Grandmother always found herself amused whenever my mother found herself annoyed with Lo’aks antics. Apparently my mother was no different when she was his age. Chasing rainstorms and dancing through fire. Grandmother always says lo’ak is my mothers shadow.

Me, on the other hand? i've always strived to be like my father. I still do. I remember sitting around a fire as a small child, listening to stories of his days of battle and heroicness. I don’t glorify my father as much as I did then. But he’s still the same man to me, all the same.

Tuk is in the middle of rambling about her morning gossip she gathered from Popiti, as she strings another bead onto my braids.

It's a bit of a guilty pleasure, I suppose. Being entertained by other’s conflicts. Certainly not proper behavior for the eldest son of toruk makto. Alas, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn't let Tuk carry herself away with her words without worry?

I can’t hide that I enjoy it. But telling myself its for tuk helps a bit.

“And then what?” I query Tuk softly, urging her to continue her story.

She giggles before placing a green colored bead on my braids.

“Well, Popiti’s big sister, Kyuna, didn’t take Takuk’s courting gift!”

I gasp, over-exaggerating my shock to amuse my younger sister, she nods, equally as shocked.

“I know, right!?”

I shake my head, feining disappointment as Tuk giggles.

“My eywa. Poor Takuk.”

Tuk nods, patting down my braids gently.

I try to look over to my right side at where she sat without turning my head.

“Did she say why?”

Tuk shrugged.

“Popiti heard her mom and Kyuna talking. Kyuna said that she didnt want Takuk for a mate.”

I nod, fidgeting with my beaded choker.

“Huh. Well then, good for Kyuna. She knows what she wants, i guess.”

I trail off with my own internal theories.

I knew Kyuna. She was a young healer in the clan. I didn’t care for her much. She was a bit cocky. Always had some excuse for getting out of tasks she didn’t feel like completing.

I also knew Takuk.

I had been in hunting groups with him. We went through iknimaya training together. He was smart. A fine huner. A decent provider. He seemed like a fine mate for anyone.

Tuk suddenly gasped, her ears twitching as she stared up at me with her big eyes.

“Teyam! You could be Kyuna’s mate!”

I still at her revelation, she blinks at me with baited breath for response.

I cant help but chuckle as i ruffle the smaller girl’s braids.

“It's a kind offer, Tuk. But I'm not ready to mate yet. Remember what I told father?”

Who could forget? The most awkward family dinner in the world where i pleaded with my father to give me more time before I choose a mate. My siblings watching as me and my father bickered for a good hour. I think its really the only time iv’e stood up to him. Disagreed with him. My father has been patient since then when it comes to finding my tsahik. But the only reason he is because of my mother finally convinced him to give it a rest.

Finding a mate can be a long process for some.

I already knew who i wanted my mate to be. There wasn’t any debate. And I will wait for her. I will wait to earn her trust back. For as long as it takes. I will be hers for when shes ready. I am hers even when she’s not. That is a promise I refuse to break.

Tuk huffs.

“But whyyyy? Kyuna is pretty. Not as pretty as mama or kiri or y/n-

But she’s not mated.”

I sigh and gently rub Tuk’s back.

“You’ll understand when you’re older. I promise.”

She huffs again but nods, going back to braiding my hair.

Shes in the middle of telling me about the big fish she caught when my father took her to the creek the other day when my mother enters the tent, a basket of fruits under her arm.

I straighten up a bit and Tuk gasps happily, standing to her feet and jogging over to my mother.

“Mama! You’re back!”

She hugs my mothers waist, and my mother places a hand on tuks head while trying to balance the basket filled to the brim with yovo fruits.

I stand up, gently taking the basket from under her arm, chuckling softly.

“Here, Sa’nok. (mother) Let me take that for you.”

She sighs in releif, nodding at me, now fully embracing tuk with two free arms.

“Irayo (thank you) Neteyam.”

Tuk sits back down in her previous spot and i carry the basket to the small wooden table, placing it down.

“Nice haul today?”

She smiles at me. “The new grove has almost completed its growth cycle. It's almost time for a new harvest.”

I nod, making a mental reminder to tell my father that later so he can organize more foraging groups.

“Mama, look at how pretty Neteyam is.”

My mother gently examines my newly beaded braids with her fingers, gently taking each braid between her thumb and her palm.

“Very good work, tuktirey. You should help me do mine later. Why don’t you go to your grandmothers tent, hm? I left a large bowl of new beads on the far side corner, near her salve pouch.

Her eyes sparkle and before my mother can say another word, Tuk is racing out of the tent flap.

I laugh along with my mother, and she sits, starting to cut up some fruits.

“Ma’itan, could you help me with this?”

I nod, unsheathing my knife and sitting down next to her, helping her peel some fruits.

A silence fills the air for a moment, until my mothers soft, accented voice breaks through the gray.

“What troubles you, Neteyam?”

Of course she knew.

I was born from the pieces of my mothers ash-littered broken promises and my father’s guilt-ridden internal death sentence.

My mother and i were tapestries weaved from the same colors.

I am my mother’s son.

She knew me like the back of her hand. She doesn’t have to recognize me by face. I know my father and my mother both love me. But when my mask cracks like this, my mother isn’t like my father. He tries to tighten it to ensure it doesn’t fall down again. My mother tries to mend the cracks.

I sigh, avoiding her gaze.

“Nothing Sa’nok. I am fine.”

I’m a shit liar. That’s just a known fact about me. She knows i’m lying. And maybe thats a good thing. Maybe she knows to just leave it be.

She chucks another fruit skin peel to the side as it forms a small pile with the other discadrded peels.

“Is it because of your fathers words, yesterday? He was harsh, I know..But he is just afraid, Neteyam.”

That’s not what’s wrong, but I decide it's better than saying ‘hey ma i’m helplessly in love with a woman who probably hates my guts’

Daddy issues it is.

I nod, still avoiding her gaze.

“Yes. I know. Father just wants what's best for us.”

My mother sighs for a moment, pausing her movements, her knife ceasing its carving into the new fruit.

She looks over at me and she smiles.

There’s something about that smile. It’s like an echo that beckons your name. It’s like a face with lines scribbled over it. Sometimes when my mother looks at me I feel as if she’s seeing someone else. Flesh wrapped around the stories foretold under my bones.

She see’s someone else’s shadow in my place. As if a ghost welcomes itselfinto the sequence of a wreckage of memories unknown to me.

She speaks quietly.

“Your father and you are more alike than you may think, Neteyam.”

I can’t hep but smile at her words. Theres fanned flowers that grow under the gray cast of gilded clouds under the garden of her irises. She smiles too.

“I mean it, Neteyam. I see more of him in you every day, my son.”

I’m quiet for a moment, but my smile only falters slightly.

“What was he like, my father? When you first met him?”

My mother sighs, the infinite memories flickering past her eyes.

“When I first met your father, I was trying to kill him.”

I can’t help but chuckle. The story all too familiar to me from being told countless times as a child. But it’s not quite what im looking for.

“No, no- i know how you met but-

What was he like? Really?..”

My mother thinks for a moment, not sparing me a glance as she continues cutting her fruit.

“He was stupid. An idiot. I did not think he would survive a single day out here in the forest.”

I hum in agreement trying to visualize everything from her eyes.

“But he was..”

She sighs.

“He was persistent. Like a weak animal with no hope of survival. But it just refuses to die. Sometimes I thought the world moved twice as fast for him..he was eager. To learn, to live. To taste the wind and the sky..”

For a moment, I see a secondary shadow behind the fragments of my parents love story.

My father told me he felt drawn to my mother from the first moment he saw her.

I see something else in place of the ghost behind the path of stars that led my mother to my father.

I see a man who yearns for a woman. I see a man on his knees, I see his devotion. I see his heart in his hands, i see his stained fingertips of an unfamiliar sleepless skin.

I see a woman so beautiful she might as well be a figment of the moonlight, and i’m jealous of the wind and the air and the breeze because of how easily it touches her skin.

I see her arrow aimed at his heart and the distrust in her eyes. I see her anger, and her betrayal as it echoes through a bitter blue heinous flame.

I see y/n. And I see her wall that kept me out.

I look at my mother, a shell of something that once was taking a new shape.

Was it possible? For history to rhyme?

“How..how long did it take you to love him? Even though he was an enemy.. Even though you didn;t trust him?”

My mother is silent for another moment.

She gently places her knife down, placing her hands on her thighs as she stared at the blank tented wall infront of her.

“I think it was foretold by the stars, ma’itan.

I hated him. I hated him because of what he was and where he came from. I hated his false demon body and i hated the way he walked, and talked. I hated his hair and his hands and his eyes.

I hated him because of what his people took from me. I hated him because of the pain they caused my people..

The day I found him in the forest i was going to kill him. My arrow was aimed at his heart. But when the great mother spoke to me I knew better than not to listen.

I think i was always meant to meet him. To teach him my people’s ways..Because it led me to loving him.

That morning when I returned from the tree of souls with him,

My mother had told me if i choose this path, to be his mate, i could never be tsahik.

I told her, "He was my path.”

I’m still as i take in my mother’s words. But the clouds still creep behind my uncertain heartbeat.

“But hometree. And the war. How did you forgive him?”

My mother gently takes my hand in hers, and she takes a breath

“Ma’itan. You will someday learn that love is not easy. It is hungry. It is impatient. It is loud and it is often hidden.

Love gave me many gifts. You, your siblings, my home and my family.

But it has taken much from me all the same.

Love is like swimming in the ocean at night. It's deep, it's dark, the shallows far from reach. But Within that darkness I found your father. I found my light, and someday you will find yours.”

Love is sacrificial. My mother was right. Love isnt easy. Love is sometimes caged and flightless, thick with bitter scents and tearstained starlight. Its bare, and its real, its bruised and blemished and its beautiful because its her. Its Y/n. My y/n. Her name is a hymn of scattered prayers lost to a dreaded dawn and a coppered colored sun. She’s made of every broken and perfect piece of the universe and the stars stumble over their words to describe her beauty

She’s the moon and i’m the sun. Withering myself away every night to allow her to shine.

I will sacrifice. I will work.

She has weakened me. The night sky canvases her skin while the bleakness of sunlight mosaics mine. Famined for her touch, I refuse to look away. I refuse to blink. The sky is a game of chance and the sunset swallows me whole. The scarlet screams in the hellish hues of cerise ablaze under her skin.

I will not settle for anything less than her.

Love is sacrificial. Then i will steal the night sky for her.

I softly smile at my mother before squeezing her hand.

“Thank you, mother.”

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆

(Y/n’s pov)

Love was a funny thing.

You used to think your love for neteyam was forged from heartbeat-rhythmed nightskies and dripping orange soaked sunsets.

It was dreamlike. Bleeding through every crevice and hidden place with its incandescence.

He was a part of you. Apart of everything you were and everything you did.

He was in your dreams when you closed your eyes at night.

He was in the shied morning sun rays that crept over the mountain tops. He was in the wild winds and draped under midnight melodies.

Its the memories of smaller things you remember most.

Giggling while he fumbled with an arrow when he noticed you were watching him practice.

Helping Neytiri stitch together his cummerbund to gift to him when he had completed his iknimiya. You remember the look of pride in his eyes when he wore a piece of your handiwork to represent this new chapter in his life. Concluding his training as a hunter, and becoming a warrior.

You remember taking walks with him through the forest, and the way he would hold a branch back out of your way.

You remember hunting with him, and racing him down the trailed path.

You remember perching on a branch and watching the stars with him. You remember his warmth as he whispered to you all the constellations his father taught him. You remember his hands gently guiding yours to trace the patterns scattered among the stars.

You remember a spark.

And then, you remember a gust of wind that dulled the warmth.

Distance. You can recall distance.

It started out small.

Frequent training with his father.

Watching his siblings.

Hunting. Preparing. Working.

His touch became something you started to crave. Not something that came granted. You remember waiting for him. Waiting for him to return from his hunt, waiting to go stargazing. Liek he promised. You remember checking the sky, the scarlet and blue collide to signify the subduing trials of daylight making its exit.

You remember your mother asking you what you were doing outside.

“Waiting.”

Is all you responded.

You didn’t tell her what you waited for.

Waiting.

He never showed up.

As the sky darkened, it started to rain.

There weren't any stars that night anyways. spider dragged you back inside. Complaining about how he wasn’t taking care of you if you got sick.

Maybe it wasn't rain at all. Maybe the stars didn't come out that night because they were too busy falling through the cracks left in your heart.

You felt forgotten. Unloved. Unwanted.

Lo’ak told you that Jake was always on Neteyam’s ass about his training, and thats why he was so distant.

But it wasn’t just the distance.

His eyes no longer brightened when he looked at you. Its the gaze you give someone when they’re speaking to you, and you aren’t really listening. You’re just waiting for them to be done talking.

Spider watched you come home and cry one night, listened to you scream into your palms and rant angrily for hours about the boy who broke your heart.

Then, the night the sky turned red, a new kind of broken was born.

You remember hearing the whooshing of wings and panicked shrieks of stray ikrans, The unfamiliar scent of something metallic and sulfured.

You remember running into the morning that barely crept ist light over the canopy tips, the still dark sky like a cloak encased the world.

You remember finding your mothers songcord on the ground. You remember finding her body. You remember seeing your fathers not but a few feet away.

You remember the feeling of the air being mercilessly ripped from your lungs.

You remember Jake running towards you, his own panic flooding your ears as he begged you to leave with him. That it wasn’t safe there.

He had to drag you away, holding you tight to him as you practically collapsed into his chest in the front of his ikran.

You remember stumbling into the village upon return, Neytiri catching you in her arms and the blurred sight of her own tear stained face as she cupped your face in her hands. You screamed and cried and fell to your knees as Lo’ak rushed to your side, shushing you gently and rubbing your back.

You remember showing spider the song chord.

You think he cried harder than you did. You both lost your family that day.

You remember the hollowness in the cup of your palm as neteyam held your hand.

You remember when he gifted you that spiral under the starlight.

You always thought he was the sun. And now you know for sure.

Forever out of your reach. Aching for the stretches of salvageable warmth blessed upon your finger tips. You could chase it to the ends of Pandora but every night it would abandon you.

You loved him even if you didn’t know what he was.

Like the sky he was a mystery. Endless but in the midst of the universe it held many treasures he swore he kept just for you. Songs of starlight and supernovas.

You reached for nothing. Hoping to grab the sky and pull yourself into his light. Feel the sunlight on your palm and chase it like the golden hour was a game of chance.

But now, you knew for sure he was the sun.

But he wasn’t your sun.

This sun was made of stone. It was heavy and roughed.

The sky was no longer a mystery. The sun no longer honeyed your skin in favor. Tragedy prevailed the night sky and when his blanket of warmth tried to regain its sanctuary of safety to encase your tainted trust, all you saw was a trail of falling stars you called rain and broken promises.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆

One of your tasks is to teach the younger children of the clan.

You didn’t mind it much. You often found it quite enjoyable.

You beat out most of the young warriors in your group when the clan was discussing who would train the young warriors. Only the best archer of your age group would have such a role.

It was down to you and a girl named Kyuna. She was skilled, but you were better

You chuckle as the little ones scurry past you, little shrieking giggles as they place their practice bows in a pile.

You doubted yourself. You doubted your ability to train those younger than you. What reasons can you give them for fighting when your own was grief?

Seeing the children and watching them learn gave you hope. Hope for a better future.

The lessons today seemed to drag on. The thought of Neteyams words had lingered in your mind since last night.

You sighed to yourself softly as you started to gather all the bows in a basket. Letting your thoughts run free.

“Need help with that?”

You swung yourself around, a hand instinctively resting on the top of your knife sheath,

You found yourself face to face with a slightly taller na’vi boy. His braids to his shoulders. His smile hatched itself on baited breath, his white freckles that scattered across his face.

“Makeyo. For eywa’s sake don’t sneak up on me like that.”

He chuckled in mock surrender, throwing his hands up.

“I know better than to mess with the mighty Y/n. Don’t want to end up with an arrow in my neck.”

You roll your eyes and shoved him playfully.

Makeyo was one of your fathers students. He was a skilled archer, often competing with Neteyam. You grew closer after your parents death. Makeyo was your partner when lt came to training the younger children of the clan. Having already completed his iknimiya, and being a strong piece of the people, he was perfect for assisting you with your role.

“Great practice today, huh?”

The two of you found yourselves chatting while you walked back to the supply tent to return the arrows.

You nodded.

“Ya’here is getting better. Her form has improved.”

He smiled at you, his tail gently brushing your thigh.

“She’ll make a fine warrior one day. She always tells me she wants to be just like you?”

You try to hide the small shock that jolted through you at the sudden contact, with an awkward smile.

“Well, thats scary as shit.”

He raised a brow.

“Why?”

You shrugged.

“Knowing she wants to be just like me? I’m a wreck.”

He sighs, holding the tent flap open for you.

“Well, I think you’re perfect.”

The world seems to still for a moment, and your body feels stiff.

“You’re brave. And strong, and honorable…”

He took a step forward.

“You’re passionate, and you care for others. Especially those kids.”

He gently places a hand on your arm, its firm, but its not demanding.

You feel your breath hitch, and your tail flicks behind you.

“Makeyo. We shouldn’t-”

“Are we intruding?”

You turn to see spider and Lo’ak.

Lo’ak glares at Makeyo, and spider marches in between the two of you, his smaller frame seemingly less intimidating, but you appreciate the effort.

“All right back it up lover boy.

No no, farther than that. far enough that i don’t smell your lack of personal space.”

Spider tugs at your wrist, shooing Makeyo away.

You groan, smacking spider with your tail.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Makeyo.”

Makeyo nods, waving awkwardly to spider and lo’ak before making his exit.

“Uh huh. Keep it moving.”

Lo’ak ushers him away and you hiss at both of them.

“Hey. Dumb and dumber. what the fuck?”

You glare.

Spider throws his hands up in surrender, shaking his head.

“I don’t like that guy, sis.”

The three of you start making your way back towards the sully tent for the night.

You bickered the whole way.

Spider sighs,pointing his thumb in the opposite direction.

“All i’m saying is, big mac over there-”

“His name is Makeyo.”

Spider shrugs.

“Same thing-

But anyways. I don’t like him.”

Lo’ak nods.

“He’s desperate. He wants you bad.”

You roll your eyes.

“Makeyo was just being nice.”

Lo’ak scoffs.

“Y/n, I love you. I really do. But if that’s nice, then flirting might mean getting you pregnant.”

Spider jumps and smacks the back of Lo’ak’s head, making him stumble and wince.

“Son of a bitch-

What was that for!?”

Spider glares at the taller blue boy.

“Don’t jinx it! I’m not ready to be an uncle!?”

“Who’s going to be an uncle?”

Its the moment you hear Jake’s voice the three of you realize you’ve stumbled into the Sully's tent.

The three of you look at one another, then back at Jake.

Spider whistles, pointing to an imaginary watch.

“Oh boy. Would you look at the time? Time for me to go meet norm for dinner…I’ll catch you guys later.”

Lo’ak calls spider a bitch under his breath for abandoning the two of you two deal with the heap of awkwardness.

Jake resumes his task and Neytiri’s voice calls from inside.

“Lo’ak, Y/n. come on, its time to eat.”

You make your way inside, and Neytiri and Kiri come into view, steaming some meat over a fire.

Kiri waves and jogs her way over to give you a hug, her only slightly taller frame pressed against yours.

“Hey. how was your day?” She hums, tucking a braid behind your ear.

Kiri’s voice was melodic and soothing. It drips like the dew drops onto morning grass, kissed by the forest scent.

You go to answer, but before you can you’re body slammed by a smaller na’vi.

“Y/n! You’re back!”

It only takes a blink of an eye for you to open your arms for her, picking her up and putting her on your hip.

“Hey Tuk! How’s my sweet girl?”

Tuk giggles and nuzzles her head onto your neck.

Lo’ak rudley pushes his way between you and kiri.

“Excuse me, don’t i get a hug?”

He huffs dramatically, flipping his braids like some sort of diva.

“Of course you can, Ma’itan.” Neytiri appears behind him and kisses his head. You and the girls giggle and Lo’ak groans.

“Maaa. come on-”

He swats neytiri away and she chuckles, giving you a quick shoulder squeeze next.

“Did your lessons go okay today? How were the children?”

You take a seat next to Kiri, Lo’ak on your other side as Neteyam takes a seat next to Tuk,

You nod in response to Neytiri as Jake hands everyone a piece of meat.

“Doing well. They are making progress. They are learning faster every day. I think they will be ready to try larger arrows soon. Possibly farther targets.”

Jake pats your back.

“Nice work, kiddo.”

“Speaking of targets...”

Lo’ak mumbles under his breath,you respond by smacking him with your tail.

“What?”

Kiri raises an eyebrow.

Lo’ak shrugs.

“Makino or whatever his name is was flirting with Y/n.”

Kiri smiles at you, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Makeyo? He is a fine warrior.”

You groan, not noticing how Neteyams ears pinned back slightly.

“Makeyo?”

His deep, accented voice pulls your focus towards where the boy sat.

All the sudden the space arounds you feels a bit shallow. Lo’ak answers for you.

“Oh yeah. He was really quite brave. He wouldn't have been so brave if he knew me and spider were planning to feed him to a thanator.”

Jake sighs.

“Must we plot a murder at the dinner table?”

Neytiri nods, swallowing her food and handing a piece of her fruit to Tuk.

“Your father is right. Besides, There is no rush for any of you to mate. Y/n, Makeyo would make a fine life partner but you need not decide anytime soon, my sweet.”

Tuk pipes up suddenly.

“Teyam is gonna be mated with kyuna!”

Neteyam nearly spits out his water, going into a coughing fit as he repeatedly brings his fist to his chest to attempt to stop it.

Jake immediately started patting his back, concerned.

“Jesus christ boy! Easy now, don’t forget to swallow.”

“You have chosen Kyuna?”

It comes out more bitter than you thought. The mere thought of another woman in his arms stinging an unfamiliar scorch in your chest,

Or maybe..it wasn’t so unfamiliar.

Neteyam finally breathes normally again and shake his head frantically.

‘“What? No! Of course not.”

“Kyuna? Really bro? Shes kinda a bitch…”

Lo’ak says, attempting to mask it with his own fake cough.

“Hey. Language.”

Jake scolds, pointing his knife he was using to cut Tuk’s meat with at Lo’ak.

“Its true though! She’s always hustling me to do her chores!”

Neytiri raises her eyebrow.

“If it happens repeatedly why do you keep falling for it?”

Lo’ak had no answer.

Kiri clicked her tongue.

“Y/n, didn’t you overrun Kyuna’s role for training the younger children.”

“Oh yeah! That's right! Y/n made her eat dust in that archery trial. No surprise there.”

You felt a small heat spread to your cheeks out of embarrassment.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal…”

Neytiri chuckles and Neteyam speaks up.

“so..Makeyo. You work with him?’

You nod.

“He helps me train the younger group of children. He’s actually quite helpful.

You didn’t notice the way neteyams ears pinned back slightly.

But Lo’ak did.

“Yeah. But he sucks at Ikran riding.”

You raised your eyebrow.

Come to think of it, You don’t think you ever saw him ride his ikran.

“He is?”

Lo’ak nods.

“He and Neteyam went hunting one time. The idiot crashed into a tree while neteyam swerved it easily.”

You can’t help but laugh at the image, and Lo’ak winked at neteyam.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆

Authors note:

HOLY FUCKKKK! I’m finally done! This actually did not take as long as i thought it would.

It’s not as long as the last chapter ya’ll i’m sorry. But hopefully the close times in which both were posted makes up for it?

We’re gonna get some kiri and y/n bonding time in next chapter and hopefully some more jealous neteyam. Btw what did we think of the neteyam pov? Leave some comments about it so i can know whether to add it in later.

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#avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #jake avatar #kiri sully #neytiri #avatar fanfiction #lo’ak x reader #neteyam x you

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theramblergal · 2 months ago

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"Father, what happened to the demon then?" earnest eyes stare back at you, twin eyes reflecting the moonlight that is ever-pervading.

What happened to the demon?

He lives inside you.

The wind howls outside.

Like the jackals that had howled at your birth. Recognizing their kindred, their master.

What fools they were! whispers the blackness inside you. Affection! How weak the human mind is!

You rise up.

Stagger away.

Need to protect the—the children.

Children?

The light in your children's eyes sharpen to rays that hurt your eyes. They smile. Too many teeth. No. Your children. My babies—

The blackness crawls up your throat. Fingers enclose your heart: squeeze. Ancient words, powerful words ghost your nape: a violent intimacy.

You smile.

You are the blackness.

It is more home than any hallowed palace: the darkness that curls next to your heart.

You are me. I am you.

Sacred words. But you and the darkness are not husband and wife; no, not soulmates; but you are one.

The darkness to counter the light. The balance of the scales. Have the die always been cast against you? Has every path, every step you will take already been carved out in history, in prose? What purpose do you have if not to spread your shadow across the world?

Good will always win.

It is a law of the universe.

The futility of it claws at your throat. What use is it? To try, knowing you will lose in the end, no matter what.

But try you stil will.

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Also a law of the universe.

Good cannot coexist without Evil. Lakshmi's counterpart is Alakshmi. Dharma's balance is Adharma.

So push you do.

"The demon lives within us all, child," you say, and smile with too many teeth.

#mahabharat #mahabharata #duryodhana #ruhi writes #something random #an experimental writing of Duryodhana's narrative purpose?#i have no idea

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awarmbowlofhomemadesoup · 1 year ago

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Leoichi but make it Oblivious x Oblivious Part 3

(I just realized I’ve been projecting my ace-spectrum ass to another ship.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

心の友 (Tomo no Kokoro) (Heart of a Friend)

Usagi first learns about ADHD from the turtle brothers and sister.

Usagi is delighted it’s another thing he shares with Leo. “It’s amazing how our ADHDs synchronized,” Usagi says to him. “It’s like we’re twi-”

Donnie slams his hands vehemently on the table. “I’m sorry but the twin title has already been taken,” he says with more force than he intended (not).

Usagi didn’t seem to mind. “Old friends?” he tries.

“Nah,” April says, even if she’s only teasing, “I think that would be MY title.”

Leo raised his hand for a high-three at him, “Shell yeah, soul sisters!”

Usagi brightened. While his English is not yet native level, he tried to match Leo’s words. “Soul” plus “sisters” closest in Japanese is tomo no kokoro, so in other English words....

He clasped Leo’s hand instead and smiled at him. “Soulmates,” he agreed.

Usagi is very much confused when everyone around him and Leo hoots as Leo chokes, jokingly shoving him while laughing with a darkened face.

Later, they all have to clear the air that the word soulmates in English mostly has romantic connotations, and when Usagi meant tomo no kokoro, the closest word in English is a platonic soulmate.

Of course, someone tattled to Gen, Kitsune, and Chizu, and they didn’t live it down for a few days instead. It’s just a few days because the incident gave them insight into why Usagi still isn’t dating Leo despite having an intimate friendship.

After the teasing at Leo’s side from his fam, Leo just put it at the back of his mind to try to focus their team on whatever needed them in New York because of his narrowly-avoided-apocalypse guilt.

Eyeliners and Fluttering Claws

Yuichi Usagi feels put out, but April has never been so amused by how he got excited over friendship rings and plans to buy one for Leo until she has to explain they’re for pre-engagement with a romantic partner.

Luckily, Kitsune and Chizu find a makeup stand and make Usagi one of their “blank paper.” Usagi asks if they can use red for his eyes. The girls teach him how to use an eyeliner.

Usagi wears them for a couple of days in Neo Edo, like getting used to a pair of shoes before he finally feels confident wearing it in New York.

He’s a tad nervous when he enters the lair. But Leo takes one look at him and fucking squeals at the sight of him.

Like scoops him up and twirls him around as he takes a good look at his red-lined eyes. “We match! Well, kinda.”

Usagi grins, “I was inspired.”

“Looks great on you,” Leo said, running his fingers through the fur on Usagi’s cheeks.

Leo pauses, looking at his hands in confusion before shrugging.

Basketball and Bunny Circling

Leo and Usagi made a makeshift hoop on the flat area of the farm to teach the ex-ninja orphans how to play basketball.

Leo almost regrets introducing basketball to Usagi because he became a match his turtle brothers couldn’t compare to.

Usagi is fast and likes running circles around him (even in their sparring), so Leo responds by running around him as they both try to get the ball from each other.

Usagi’s aunt passes by the area to see them playing. She knows Usagi isn’t that much of a show-off, but there seems to be an unnecessary amount of running circles around his friend until she realizes he was circling.

She continued on her way, smiling. She has never seen him do that since he was a kid.

Sunbathing and “Purring”

Leo likes sunbathing, which he and his brothers can only do with a giant sunlamp in the lair. But on Usagi’s farm, he and his brothers could soak up the rays without alarming anyone (more or less).

Usagi tends to flop on top of Leo’s shell for a few minutes (it makes an excellent back stretcher, as recommended by April and agreed on by Kitsune).

Leo was taken aback by what he thought was purring until he realized Usagi was grinding his teeth.

Usagi has to reassure Leo that he wasn’t teeth grinding out of stress and didn’t harm his teeth. Rabbits just have that habit.

Title: Two Voices, One Song

Donatello has to wake up to a song playing ON LOOP for the whole lair to hear while Leo belts out along with it.

He’s clawing for coffee when Raph appears.

“Leo! Turn that down!” And “Isn’t that from the Barbie movie?” Raph asks.

“Yep!” Mikey answered, jiving to the beat.

“Ah yes,” Donnie said loudly with an eye roll after straightening up brew. “That song. From the Barbie movie. From one of the most heavily queer-themed movies of the Barbie franchise.”

The lyrics,“…Somehow when you're around / The sky is always blue”, play, and they all get on the same page.

“Aaaw, love is in the air,” Mikey gushes.

“Wrong,” Donnie says, putting on a gas mask. “It’s neurotoxin,” he promises.

Okay, he’s joking. He’s just going to gas the lair with nitrous oxide to knock Leo out, but the others still feel the need to stop him.

Days later, they heard Usagi humming it.

“Sorry,” Usagi says when he sees them staring at him. “Leo introduced it to me, and it became our song.”

Cool, cool. As far as Donnie is concerned, best friends have their own songs sometimes. As much as he likes to be knowledgeable about everything, there are some things he’d rather be ignorant of. Like Leo and Usagi’s… whole situation.

What does the fam think

Raph is torn between “Please only date when I’m dead” and “Where did I go wrong?” with his brother not even noticing what he and the rabbit have.

Mikey is more chill and has Dr. Feelings ready if Leo ever looks conflicted and needs someone to talk to.

Splinter almost has a heart attack when Usagi asks, “I would like to ask for your permission to ask Leo... to go on a training pilgrimage with me.” (Draxum has to listen to him rant that his sons turned his hair white but that Yuichi boy will make him bald.)

April and Casey Jr. are content to wait in the “let them figure it out” league (April is waiting with a bat, just in case).

Disagreements

Disagreements with Leo often end up with someone exploding or confrontations because Leo tends to use avoidance tactics and show that he isn’t mad, as it wouldn’t match his cool persona.

But that doesn’t work with Usagi if he senses something wrong. Because whenever Leo tells him, “It’s cool, so drop it,” Usagi doesn’t drop since he’s not much of a listener, so they can work together to fix it.

Let them be Ace

“You know, I think I’m ace,” Usagi confides.

“Ace?” Leo asks.

Usagi nods. “I thought I liked both, but it turns out I don’t really care either way.”

“Oh.”

The next day, Leo speaks out of the blue. “I think I’m ace too.”

“Yeah?“ Usagi asks.

“Yeah, I read about it. I’m still gay. But I’m just more of a cuddler than the other, y’know?”

Usagi brightens. “I know! Sometimes, I have the urge to nuzzle my face on yours!”

“You too? Me too!” Leo exclaims.

Leo wakes up one night. “Waitaminute…”

Daydreaming at Night

On the same night, Usagi’s thoughts were running.

Usagi has the tendency to space out with his comic book fantasies inspired by his Usagi Yojimbo comics. It’s his favorite thing to do while waiting to fall asleep.

It’s normal to fantasize about meeting your best friend as if by fate and having to fight together like you’re both reading each other’s minds, growing closer along the plot, declaring to each other that you’ll always have each other’s back, and overcoming the bitter rivalry of their ninja and samurai clans with the power of your friendship, right?

But after his ace talk with Leo, it’s like his mind was finally allowed to explore a little bit further...

Which has Usagi sitting up all flustered because-

And suddenly, the realization hits, and the pieces fit.

The sun rises, and Usagi still hasn’t slept at all.

(I’m really trying to exorcise all these ideas into a post since they won’t leave me alone, but it seems like there’s gonna be a part 4 for the conclusion.)

#leoichi #leochi #sliderbunny #samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles #rottmnt #samurai rabbit: the usagi chronicles #yuichi usagi #rottmnt leo #leo x yuichi #sr:tuc #srtuc #the usagi chronicles #usagi chronicles

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ovaryacted · 2 months ago

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💕Positivity prime time! Share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. Pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile💕

Omg I’m just now responding to this sorry! 😭 but I’m gonna do the 3 people I care about cause they deserve to know.

@pedrospatch - quite literally such a precious soul. I followed Vee a while before I started speaking to her directly and I don’t regret it a single day. Not only do I adore her with everything in me, she’s so creative it’s insane and I just love reading her stuff and getting to know her outside of writing as well has made the process of engaging with her work more meaningful. She’s so empathetic and just lovely, and I would love to hug her and run errands with her. I love you Vee, and I see you as an older fandom sister lol. 🫶💕

@joelsdagger - literally my twin and my horoscope soulmate. If you guys didn’t know already, Noelle is the person that matches my freak wholeheartedly, she gets me and I get her and she’s such a treasure and a great friend to have in your corner. She’s so understanding and fucking hilarious, and she matches my crazy whether that be my creative ideas or sending each other tiktoks lmao. Not to mention, she’s so supportive and enthusiastic about my creativity the same way I am with hers, it’s just good to talk to her and I’m happy I have the privilege of doing so. If I could watch TV shows and movies with her, I absolutely would. She’s so dear to me I wish I could put it into words but they wouldn’t suffice. I love you twinnie. 🥹🩶

@mrsmando - Mimi is such a ray of sunshine on this site, and at first I was nervous even reaching out, but she was one of the first people on here to leave reviews on my writing when I first started engaging with Joel Miller & Pedro Pascal character fics and we took it from there. She’s so incredibly sweet, like sickly sweet reminds me of caramel candies, and she’s always there to be supportive in whatever it may be. Outside of writing her LOVELY works (always been a big fan), she’s never failed to put a smile on my face just from talking to her. I adore you Mimi moo, I hope you know that. 😘🧡

All of these people deserve everything good in life and I hope they get everything they wish for. 🥰

#ovaryacted asks

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rachalixie · 11 months ago

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happy new year!

i have so much to be grateful for this year. i’ve been through a lot in the last twelve months, but i made it out okay and i’m glad to put all of the bad behind me : )

i can’t wait to see what the next year has in store <3

now for some special thank you’s to people who made my year better (if you aren’t here, it doesn’t mean i’m not grateful for you - i just have a terrible memory)

@forlix - what a wonderfully delightful addition to the end of my year. i don’t think i’ve ever connected with someone as quickly as i have with you - it feels like we were carved from the same falling star.

@sulfurcosmos - thank you for teaching me how mistakes and forgiveness and proper communication works. i don’t think i’ve ever had someone like you in my life, and through the ups and downs i’m eternally grateful to have you.

@astraystayyh - a rare example that some people can be truly beautiful on the inside and out. you’re just one of the loveliest people that’s ever graced this planet and i’m sm happy you chose me to share your light with.

@tasteleeknow - you. you. my ultimate soulmate of three. my reason for living my brightest star in the sky. my breath of fresh air. my crutch when i can’t walk. i shout at you about how much i love you almost daily but i truly do.

@lino-nyangi - my other ultimate soulmate. my blooming flowers in a field, my first rays of sunlight peeking through the clouds in the morning. when i think about how much i love you i choke on my own emotions.

@cosmic-railwayxo - my brain twin!!! we are so similar in ways that even now continue to surprise me. you’re so incredibly strong even if you don’t think you are. i can’t wait to see where the new year takes us.

@sweetestcherrywine my first friend on here my beautiful baby your soul is so PURE you deserve so much and i wish i had the ability to give you the entire world. you move through life with such an elegance you’re the perfect balance of everything.

@primoppang - my little moon. the rain that holds up my clouds. your everlasting patience with me is truly a gift that i cannot ever express how grateful i am for. i wish i could hold you in my hands and keep you.

@seeyouinourdreams - what an absolute delight of an individual you are. you’re so incredibly kind, one of the sweetest chocolates in the entire box. i literally cannot believe i got to sit next to you at dinner that is so baffling??

@goblinracha - you and your lovely mind came into my life at the perfect moment. you might not know it but you’ve taught me more about how to stand up for myself in a couple months than i’ve learned in years.

@chvnnie - this year has put us through the most taxing trials i think we’ve faced ever but i’m so so so happy we ended up okay on the other side. i truly love you, one of my best friends on this planet, i am so happy to be by your side (though not physically).

@woahfruity - you know. you know. you’re one of the brightest lights i’ve ever held i cannot ever thank the fates enough for bringing us together. i never thought i would be able to create such a beautiful connection with someone the way i have with you.

@isilentprincess - i’ve never had a sister but if i did i’d want it to be you. you’re my comfort, a place where i can go if i’m upset or i’m happy or i’m feeling anything and you’re always right there tethering me down.

#it’s a little early for me but time zones #and i’ll be busy later #:)

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httpshujii · 10 months ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄!

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2 FEB 2024

Welcome, welcome! I invite you along to enjoy this month of love with your significant other! Just send me a character and a trope from the list below, sit back, and relax. Allow your delusions to carry you to a safe haven where no one else can bother you~ This event will include Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Tokyo Revengers characters. Feel free to send any specific notes so you can enjoy Ray’s service to the max!

CAST:

Haikyuu: Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Daichi Sawamura, Sugawara Koushi, Asahi Azumane, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume, Bokuto Koutaro, Akaashi Keiji, Kita Shinsuke, Miya twins, Suna Rintaro, Aran Ojiro.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuji Itadori, Fushiguro Megumi, Inumaki Toge, Yuuta Okkotsu, Kamo Noritoshi, Todo Aoi, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Suguru Geto, Kamo Choso.

Tokyo Revengers: Sano brothers, Ken Ryuguji, Mitsuya Takashi, Baji Keisuke, Kazutora Kanemiya, Shiba Hakkai, Kawata twins, Hanma Shuji, Haitani brothers, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Wakasa Imaushi.

RULES:

~ Send me a character or two (max.) and one or two (max.) tropes from the list given below.

~ Be as specific as you want! I encourage it so you can be satisfied with the end result.

~This event will open on Feb. 2 and will close on Feb. 14.

~You can know more about my writing guidelines here.

TROPES:

~Academic rivals to lovers

~Friends to lovers

~Forbidden love

~Arranged marriage

~Forced proximity

~Office romance

~Soulmates

~Opposites attract

~Pen pals

~Fake relationship

~Sunshine x grumpy

~Best friend's older brother

~Oblivious to love

~Secret admirer

~First love

~"I'm sick."

If you'd like to be tagged in anything, please DM me privately :>

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freerspirit · 2 years ago

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Soul Groups and Soul Contracts with Soulmates

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#Akashic Records #Catalyst Soulmates #freerspirit #Jen Freer #soul contracts #soul groups #soulmates #spirituality #twin flame soul mates #Twin Ray Soulmates

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fibey234 · 8 months ago

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TWO soulmates who met through ONE Hyacinth🪻

I must say that sometimes in the most challenging hours of life, a ray of light suddenly enters and caresses me.

My sweet Hyacinth introduced me to a princess from another planet, on the other side of the universe.

And as I try to hold on to the faith, Hyacinth is pictured to me as that figure full of sparks of hope that promises me better days, no matter how I feel now.

Even in gray and difficult days that I go through in my daily life, in the currently war, in the complex relationship with my family, at work, or in any other field, Hyacinth brightens my day and proves to me that imagination is stronger than anything.

And more than that, maybe it will sound strange to you… but he brought me together with one amazing friend from a far country across the ocean. And today we visit each other's kingdoms, and our worlds have met each other.

As if two lost soul mates found each other after years of distance. Maybe like Tinkerbell and Periwinkle, you might say.

I’m thankful so much for getting to know you, my princess 🌷✨🤗

You bright my day and always make me smile 😊🌈✨

Thanks to you, I am learning to recognize my powers of imagination and understand that there are other people with a magical inner world like mine and yours.

Hyacinth must be proud of us🤭🪻💖🤗✨🌈

My twin sister from the Sun kingdom @genevieveskingdom 💖

You are the proof of kindness in the world.👸

#tinkerbell #disney fairies #minister of spring #pixie hollow #hyacinth #fan art #fantasy #inner world #inner child #two worlds #soulmates #genevieveskingdom #imagination #art #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #we are beautiful

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lalalian · 9 months ago

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moon bearers

date: march 15, 2024

oh my god that html coding color text shit is so annoying to do T-T I'll do it on special occasions or when I stop hating coding😔

Moon Bearers are born once every 1000 years, and all Moon Bearers are born as an elf.

Usually, Moon Bearers are born in the Norfolk Empire. This is mostly due to the fact that the Norfolk Empire has a homogenous elven population. But, the most recent Moon Bearer was born in the Alodias Empire. This caused a bit of an uproar in the Norfolk Empire.

Moon Bearers are very well respected but are always confined to the role of the Empire's Blessing, which does seem cool, but that is supposed to be a Moon Bearer's only duty.

(if you're religious you may not like this concept, I'm sorry)

The Empire's Blessing is also known as the Moon Saintess. Because I'm a cis girl, I would also be referred to as 'Lady Moon' (kinda cringe but sssshhhh). The Moon Saintess appears at balls hosted in the royal palace for ceremonial purposes, acts as the royal palace's head healer, and makes moon-infused water tonics for nobles. Moon bearers are said to not have a soulmate, elves, dreki, animalia, faeries, and merfolk all are supposed to have mates. Those who are aro or ace (or both) feel either no romantic bond or no sexual bond to their mates (or both). They simply are like twin flames.

properties of a moon bearer

Moon Bearers are born with a crescent moon rune somewhere on their bodies. The mark only appears at night; the rune glows faintly at night and absorbs mana from the moon. Moon Bearers are born with a strong innate talent for magic. If given the chance, Moon Bearers could easily become an Arch Magician based on their skills alone.

Moon Bearers rely on the moon to recharge their mana. Here's the stuff I scripted Moon Bearers can do in my script:

can utilize rays of moonlight to burn things

refract light to make myself invisible (only applies to the Moon Bearer, other spells can be used to make other objects invisible)

can telepathically talk to people if both the Moon Bearer and the other party is wearing some sort of moonstone charm (can be embedded into jewelry); both moonstones needs to be imbued with the Moon Bearer's magic to be able to work. In exchange, one exchange between the two parties takes a generous chunk of mana

immunity from all poisons aside from Nightbane

when casting particularly hard spells, constellations appear on the Moon Bearer's skin and glow

I can imbue weapons, runes, artifacts, anything with moon magic

naturally have a high mana capacity

Moon Bearers double their recharge mana rate if they sleep while regaining mana from the moon

oh I'm also a Moon Bearer in this DR

#shifters #scripting #shifting community #shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting blog #shifting diary #shifttok #lalalian

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steele-soulmate · 3 months ago

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 613, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1072

“Okay Katie, here we gooooooooooooooooooooooo…!” Ryley started up the saw and began to slice Katie’s cast off of her leg.

When Peter and I had returned with Katie for another X-ray for her broken foot six weeks previously, my husband’s doctor niece had wanted to refit Katie with another plaster cast, this one being a hot pink color. Now, we were back again for yet another X-ray and to make plans as to what we should do if the break hadn’t healed to the point where Katie could run about, then surgery would be heavily considered.

Peter had lobbied a lawsuit against the parents of one Daryll Johnson- while on the one hand I understood that there was only so much that could be done to tame the disabled child. But both little girl and Katie had Down’s Syndrome, the two special little ladies were not as wild and untamed as other children, and so this led me to believe that Daryll reined terror over his household, using his disability as an excuse every time someone would try to discipline him.

“Okay- wow.” Ryley pried the cast away from Katie’s foot and was rewarded with a bright purple bruise. “Yes, I would definitely say that we have something to be worried over. I would need to have more X-rays done before I can come to a conclusive diagnosis though.”

“Daddy, can you carry me?” Katie threw her arms up as Peter stood, taking her into his arms and following after his niece, leaving me with Elizabeth and the babies.

I smiled as Elizabeth began to wrangle the toddling babies, smiling and cooing down at them as they bopped around the exam room, doing adorable little babying things.

“Mommy?” Baby Tommy meeped as he toddled up to me. “Ca’ mesies bitday be at bouncy housey?”

“You want your fifth birthday at a bouncy housey?” I repeated. “What a fun idea!”

“I was telling the babies about a birthday party that one of the girls from my ballet class went to,” Elizabeth explained. “And oh, speaking of which, there’s a set of fraternal twins- one takes ballet, the other takes jazz. Mary Hope gave me a birthday invitation to their twelfth birthday party next month. I told her that if I was unable to attend, that I would bring a gift for her and her twin. I completely forgot about the party- I’ll get you the invitation when we get back home again, alright?”

“Ah, okay,” I hummed, understanding at once before returning my focus back onto Baby Tommy. “Let mommy and daddy talk about it, alright.”

“Their names are Mary Hope and Faith Ellan Wilson,” Elizabeth continued to chatter on. “They’re both really sweet and enjoy knitting- I taught them how to knit and they’re working on making Christmas jumpers for their parents!”

“Fun!” I knew of Elizabeth starting a knitting club at the dance studio, where she and the students would all congregate together whenever they could do so to exchange balls of colorful yarn and pattern ideas. Pictures had been posted to the dance studio’s Instagram and FaceBook pages, along with a monthly pizza party for the newfound club. So far, there were twenty four little girls already committed to the club, and the pictures of little girls in a rainbow of leotards and a mashup of colorful tights giggling as they knitted quietly together was so sweet.

@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, Elizabeth started up a knitting club at ballet school!

#ballet #dance #bunhead #knittingclub #likemotherlikedaughter #lookatmylittlegirl #livelaughlove

@kellykent, NICE

@agrannyandherneedles, oh how it warms my withered heart seeing a new generation of little knitters hard at work!

@Peter_Steele===========8) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW

@midnightshadowpuppet, #gogolittleknitters

@chocolaterobotchicken, wow, now I want to pick up knitting!

@lzziegreen, KNIT KNIT KNIT KNIT

@therealpetersteeleoffical, that’s my Bitty!

@MissMittensthemotherlycat, MEOW

I giggled at the responses marching downwards in the comment section before tucking my cell phone away into my bra once more. I looked upwards as Peter came back into the exam room, his handsomely bearded face pinched with rage and worry.

“Katie needs surgery,” he announced in an abrupt tone of voice, settling the battle wounded little girl back onto the uncomfortable bed.

“Katie needs a strip of metal screwed into her foot to ensure that it heals completely,” Ryley clarified, entering the room and shutting the door behind her. “I can go grab the paperwork you need to fill out to move forward.”

“Yes please.” Peter looked PISSED. “Can you do the surgery today?”

“I’m not a surgeon, I’m a trauma room doctor” Ryley commented dryly, handing over a clipboard and a pen.

I quickly signed everything, eager to have Katie feeling well once more as she and Elizabeth had fun with the babies. Meanwhile, Ryley was telling Peter and I what to do before the surgery- don’t eat after midnight, eat a healthy meal of vegetables, lean meats and whole grain and get plenty of rest.

“Alright, that should do it now!” Ryley announced as Peter was handing her the filled out paperwork. “I’ll see you all tomorrow, alright?”

TAGLISTS ARE OPEN/ ASK BOX IS OPEN/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN/ PLOT BUNNIES ARE WELCOMED

If you liked this, then please consider buying me a coffee HERE It only costs $3!!!

PETER STEELE TAGLIST

@rock-a-noodle

@elianafilthyrose

@ch3rry-c01a

@rockstarslutt

@angelxfuckk

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seventeen02 · 1 year ago

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favorite movies !

say you love me

a moment of romance

in blow

scarface

life is beautiful

death in venice

purple noon

mr and mrs smith

hackers

leon

girl interrupted

in the mood for love

days being wild

fallen angel

the beautiful person

the apartment

fuyajo

the black swan

the godfather 2

my own private idaho

two lovers under one roof

the scent of green papaya

vertical ray of the sun

stealing beauty

teorema

call me by your name

bonnie and clyde

fight club

kill bill

city of the rising sun

wheels of ashes

fruit of paradise

floating clouds

ghosts

inception

x movie

ley lines

the brown bunny

american psycho

platonic sex

last night in soho

emma

pride and prejudice

red lights

the dreamers

the wind rises

closer

six in paris

mermaids

garden state

on the occasion of remembering the turning gate

the doom generation

the girl on the motorcycle

open house

the place without limits

ratatouille

twin peaks

before sunrise

malèna

possession

all about lily chou chou

bride for rip van winkle

the lover

amelie

rebels of the neon god

as tears go by

a moment to remember

the hot spot

less than zero

edward scissorhands

eyes wide shut

un homme et une femme

the story of adele h

the last mistress

billboard dad

metropolitan

the pillow book

singles

la la land

mirrored mind

fatal frame

and then we danced

dear ex

tune in for love

one fine spring day

reality bites

running on empty

millennium mambo

lost and found

who's the woman, who's the man

mulholland drive

Jess + Moss

swallowtail butterfly

dorian gray

durian durian

hana & alice

40 days and 40 nights

l'amour braque

picnic

to each is own

guilty of romance

vagabond

city of madness

three times

mary is happy mary is happy

comet

sleepless town

like someone in love

hausu

house

46 okunen no koi

2046

l'enfer

cloud atlas

old boy

mystery train

the odd one dies

kedi

l'amour l'apres-midi

fire on the black hand side

le bonheur

fantastic planet

mirror

belladonna of sadness

daisies

lost highway

sweet movie

pearl

heathers

moulin rouge

suspiria

the rich man's wife

requiem for a dream

the others

return of the living dead

dracula

interview with the vampire

wir kinder vom bahnof zoo

le mepris

chi-n-pi-ra

chungking express

ashes and snow

shuttering island

the grand budapest hotel

the young girls of rochefort

the florida project

the edge of love

irreversible

crash

gone girl

bullet ballet

of love and shadows

minari

galaxy express 999

audition

lan yu

silsila

belle de jour

taal

dead or alive

videodrama

lost in translation

washington square

soulmate

summer lovers

barbarella

snake of june

a woman under the influence

mysterious skin

red eye

happy together

the walk

brick

l.a. confidental

love & pop

linda linda linda

swing girls

nana

the lover

hirugao

helter sketler

suzhou river

kaili blues

kamikaze girls

valerie and her week of wonders

comrades, almost a love story

naked lunch

endless love

whiplash

taxi driver

vivre sa vie

la collectionneuse

dog day afternoon

night in paradise

my mister

my name

better days

himizu

first love, letter on the breeze

split of the spirit

one million yen girl

juncchi mori

la belle

ITSAY

mermaid legend

blue spring

badlands

marie antoinette

aftersun

brokeback mountain

portrait of lady on fire

nostos: the return

shiki-jitsu

farewell my concubine

constantine

never let me go

bones and all

paris is burning

trouble everyday

memories of matsuko

pierrot le feu

taipei story

blue velvet

a woman is a woman

buffalo 66

the love witch

valley of dolls

the rocky horror picture show

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bunnygirl678 · 11 months ago

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I feel like doing a silly interview of myself so I'm just going to straight up answer these lmao

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

i wrote mpreg, it's Red, it's bad, i mean the writing is great, lots of emotions but holy shit i don't even like mpreg but i did it for an omegaverse, it just fit, for the record he has twins

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

idk usually when green is upset about his parents, or when they finally work out their issues

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Anytime Green/Rai/Leon get together and drink

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

literally all the time, in ode to my soulmate, it was originally going to end after they got together, none of the angst (or the failed attempt at a cliffhanger lmao)

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I typically don't have use one, but occasionally will ask my homies to take a look, there are a couple i'm working on that i'm worried are too technical so those will need betas to make sure it's understandable by a layman

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Green is rich, Red can't cook, there are certain phrases i use a lot, almost always have some kind of star gazing trope (at least in the longer fics)

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

skfdhsdfhj blood bank or under the alolan sun, but the wild parts aren't published yet?? Or maybe the ones i haven't published idk

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

i have a nice ass, i'm great at world building, compliment for me and my writing ^_^

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

Love them, but love first time fics more

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

most of the time, christmas music,

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

docs, i switch between my phone and computer a lot,

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Only one, i was trying to do too much, my writing skills weren't back up to par yet, i think it helped me get to where i am now, the plot was too much, idk, i might steal a scene or two for other fics, but i'm not going to spend any time trying to improve the writing or plot. There are a bunch that i started a while ago and haven't touched in months, but i'll head back to them eventually, i have to be in the ~mood~ to work on a fic

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Yeah, multiple people know, but they don't know my username

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

ummm that's published, under the alolan sun maybe? or maybe Lost, that's not published, single riders will be paired (coming sometime next year lmao it's a high school au super cute i'm really nice to green in it, red is a shy mute kid with no friends who ends up getting stuck on a roller coaster ride with green who is the most popular boy in school, green's actually super nice and the rest of the day kinda turns into a date, they go to school and red's like oh he's gonna be mean but he's not and it's really cute and sweet, and red gets accepted into the group and lajfdl;sjdf)

🍷 Do you drink and write?

yeah and then end up scrapping everything lol,

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

yes, i'm still working on improving my skills, but most hits/kudos ratio (let's be honest someone can do kudos once and read 15 times so not the best metric but what else do we have), is make you feel my love, but i'm working on one that will be published by valentines day where green gives red head in his neochamp outfit

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

all day? When the adderall hits? idk it's really just when i have time, when i have my kid i really only get to at night when she goes to bed, but on her dad's weeks i write after work.

💖 What made you start writing?

i wanted to read stories that weren't written, i have lots of aus bouncing around in my head

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

dopamine hit

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

ummmmm idk, used to be mpreg, but that ship sailed, i don't really love poly romance, i like the smut but am not really interested in writing it as a romance

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

no, i found that i do my best writing when i want to, which is why wips take forever for me to finish because i bounce from idea to idea as i feel like it

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

not really...I'll google a fact or two, i mean unless you count game time or reading the manga, but like googling little details not so much.

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

gonna do for reguri, when the wind stole my walls, i never felt less alone; it's my longest finished fic

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

yesh, i really liked Lost, and Auld Lang Syne, but also i threw in a couple Christmas themed chapters to Under the Alolan Sun, which was fun

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

ugh yes, lmao, blood bank, they didn't guess the exact details but the general idea, i was like oh shit i'm glad they picked up on the crumbs i threw lmao

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

Always an honor! I might even make some one day, if my art ever improves enough for me to feel comfortable tagging it lmao

📈 How many fics do you have?

37 on ao3! I'm not going to include the ones on ff.net cause i can't remember my username, i have 50 open works (some as basic as an outline, some have 20k+ words) sitting in my docs that haven't been published

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Depends, usually outline, i typically start writing then add an outline later,

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

This one i stared on a while ago, the actual writing needs a lot of edits but i'm obsessed with the plot, after Green loses he flees to Kalos, changes his name to Blue and becomes the champion there, everything is great until Red randomly shows up to learn how to mega evolve his charizard, Red obvs knows who he is, they deal with things, red can't mega evolve at first, it's fun orrrr my hs au that i mentioned earlier, or the ones where green becomes a coordinator, either after losing or instead of battling, in 2024 i'm releasing more pokespe works and branching out on some of the ship stuff, gonna publish a few silver/gold, lance/cynthia, and a few others,

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Just keep writing, not everything will be amazing, but everything can be edited and rewriten

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Green oak i like to see him cry <3

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Red: He can't cook to save his life

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Green, duh

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Green loses his memories after an accident during a battle

Red felt a tap on his shoulder, who would be bothering him this late? He turned to none other than the person he had been avoiding.

Green smiled up at Red. Red looked around for an exit.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He stated flatly, a finger poking Red’s chest.

“Maybe.” Red said, looking away. He attempted to make eye contact with any of his pokemon to get them to create a distraction.

“It’s okay, I know why.” Green said, Red stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground.

Instead of retreating, Green got closer right inside of Red’s personal space. He placed his hands on Red’s chest. Red was suddenly worried Green was going to push him. Was he angry? He wouldn’t have had any memories of the championship would he? Maybe he read up on it? Red knew he was physically stronger than Green, but Green had been hurt recently, and he really didn’t want to have to get into a fight with him tonight.

“I may not remember all of the events that took place to get us here, but there’s no way I could forget these feelings.” And with that Green crossed the short distance and pressed his lips to Red’s.

Wait, what?!

Green pulled away and looked up at Red through his long eyelashes. He leaned up and pressed another chaste kiss to Red’s lips.

“Sorry Red, I don’t remember anything about you except for how much I love you. I look at you and I get the warmest most wonderful feeling in my chest. I feel like I’m flying on the clouds when I think about you. I love you Red.” Green wrapped his arms around Red’s waist and laid his head against his chest.

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

My omegaverse mpreg red one, that's not even published lol (may not ever be published hahaa)

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

probably kudos and hits, but really it's if i go back and reread it over and over again, everything i write is self indulgent so

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

i can't think if it, but there's little phrases or hcs that pop up in a ton of them

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

nope i do it for fun, if it became a job it wouldn't be fun anymore, although i am published it's technical accounting writing, and i do eventually plan on getting my phd once princess is older, so maybe? But that writing is research not fiction lol

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

I'm a ridiculously fast typer, 34 words per minute is my average, 10k is a typical length, but my achilles heel is that i skip around a ton from fic to fic, so it may take months to get a fic done even though it's only 12k words

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

I suck at writing battles, working on improving my smut skills though!

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Yes, cried writing ode to my soulmate, Lost (cried a bunch on that one and ended up calling my cousin and we talked for a few hours because i miss him), then this one break up fic called RIP that i'm not sure how it's going to end, i usually write a happy ending but i might leave them broken up idk

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

I don't handle it well, i don't like it, it makes me not want to write even if it has good intentions, sometimes i'll read wips that stopped posting years ago, and i'll check out the comments on the last chapter and i'll see criticism and it pisses me off cause i think, 'hm did the author give up because of this shitty comment??'

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

I am so bad at tagging, like minimal tagging, i tag triggers but the rest i suck at, i don't do any of the cutesy ones

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

Friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ear, please do this. i will happily write out a writers commentary of my fics, or maybe if my voice wasn't so annoying i'd make a video with a dramatic reading and a dvd style commentary

#bunny talks #fanfic writing #i like pretending this is a panel interview

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