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hanaruri-tunes · 1 year

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Humiliating Leviathan (Levi x reader)

My first try at some smut, so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. And here are the warnings I could think of: Degradation, crying, masturbation, usage of underwear, usage of sex toys, going down on MC, two dicks (I gotta follow the common agreement that Levi has two dicks haha), snake tongue (again, common agreement), petting, praising

OKAY. I think that's it. Don't hesitate to tell me if I forgot something. I know all those warnings might make it seem hardcore but I promise it's actually quite a cute fic. Subby and pathetic Leviathan is the cutest. PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO LEAVE COMMENTS please please this is my first try at smut in the obey me fandom (if ever, actually) I would really appreciate the support.

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You knocked on his door three times. No answer. Knowing Leviathan he was either passed out in his bathtub after binge-watching an anime or playing games non-stop... Or he miraculously decided to go out somewhere. Probably to buy some merch from a limited-in-time store that has no official website from which Leviathan can order. Although he could definitely find some second-hand merch online he refused to do that. He would go on and on about how buying second-hand isn't supporting the franchise thus he MUST buy it directly from the source.

Seeing how there was still no answer you decided to go in. Usually his door had a spell on it that would send intruders into another random place in the devildom but he lifted that spell for you specifically. You were the only one who could enter at any time without any disturbance.

As you did so, there was no Leviathan in sight. Not in front of his gaming set-up, not in his bathtub, not passed out on the floor. So he's out, huh? You wonder why he didn't invite you or at least warn you that he'll be out today. Usually, especially if it's for a limited time anime café, you're always the first one invited. Well, you probably shouldn't pry but as you're about to step a foot outside his room... You stop. This is a pretty rare chance to look around his room without him pestering you.

It's not like you'll pry *too* much though. Just a bit, for curiosity's sake. (That was a lie you told yourself.) You inspect his figurines more closely. He's mostly into magical girl shows and moe blob shows. How cute of him. But you've always expected that he might have some secret sexy figurines as well. Or else why would he be so protective of some of the packages he orders from Akuzon? He's usually so unenthusiastic and slow when getting out of his room for breakfast or dinner and yet he rushes to the door when it's for a delivery.

After checking some of his drawers you find the fabrics and materials he uses for his cosplays. It's all mostly different hues of pink since he prefers cosplaying female characters- how cute. At one point you also accidentally come across his underwear in one of his drawers, it's all mostly black with some funky colors mixed in from time to time. He even has one of a limited edition HanaRuri-tan underwear collection.

And just as you think that you've struck gold... it's just some old stuff. Probably from some of his past obsessions. That includes precure dvds, aikatsu cards, manga magazines, et cetera. Again all cute shows mostly targeted to young audiences. Really, you can't see Leviathan as anything else than a completely adorable dork. People often don't get him for his specific tastes and hobby but all you see is a pure little guy who's still in touch with his inner child and who loves mostly light hearted shows. Surely anything he might hide won't probably be even THAT bad. Or even if it is... that's still cute in another way.

After looking in all of his drawers, no sign of any sexy figurine, of any sex toy or even erotic manga... This is way too suspicious. But then again Levi is smart, he probably wouldn't dare hide any of this stuff in his drawers knowing that Lucifer frequently comes to his room begging him to clean it, only to start off doing it by himself before Levi hurriedly joins him and kicks him out. If he had to hide something dirty where would he... ... You look under the bathtub. Nope. Too easy? Then...Reaching for his blanket and sheets inside the bathtub, you raise them, uncovering some sort of trapdoor?You slide it open and there's a huge box inside of it. If you had to guess, he used the same spell as the entrance of his room. Except this one always leads to the same space: the place where his hidden box is, wherever that is.

You pull it out, open it and there it is. Almost all of the stuff you had imagined him hiding was in here. Sexy figurines, erotic doujins, even some sex toys. Two in particular were bigger than the others. Fleshlights... But why two? Looking at it closer one's a smaller size and the other one is bigger. Did he get the size wrong the first time he ordered so now he has two of them? But more than that, there was something you really didn't expect to find here. A pair of panties. *Your* panties. You thought that maybe you had just forgotten it while moving back and forth between the devildom and human world but here they were, in Leviathan's precious box.

In some way this awakened something in you, a strange feeling of amusement while you realized that the cutest and purest guy you knew turned out to be a filthy underwear thief who most likely used it to jerk himself off.As you started to think that, a loud noise came from behind you. It sounded like some object had fallen to the floor- ah. Probably Levi who just came back and dropped his phone after realizing what you were looking at. Quickly, you wiped off the amused smile you had on your face before turning back to face him. You faked a look that was a mix of disappointment and worry.

"Levia-chan..."

The poor guy looked frightened, as if the sky had fallen on his head, as if his life was over. Even that pathetic part of him, you found it just so cute.

"Ah... ah... That- uh. I-"

Not even taking the time to close the door behind him, he dropped on his knees in front of you, lowering his head.

"I can explain! S-So please don't- please don't freak out o-or agh, I mean-"

His heart dropped when you walked past him. "It's over." He thought. The friendship you guys had built was done for. There's no way you would ever love him now or even want to look his way. There's no way a kind, beautiful, strong person like you would ever even spare him a glance. No way an amazing girl as pretty and genuine as you would give a second chance to a gross creepy piece of shit like him.

As the worst possible scenarios started to play in his head, he came back to his senses slightly as he understood that you had just closed the door in order to have more privacy in here. You slid his seat in front of him as he was still on his knees, sat down and crossed your legs, taking on a haughty tone. Almost commanding.

"So? You said you could explain but I don't really see what is possibly left to explain here. It all speaks for itself. All this filthy shit and even two fleshlights weren't enough to satisfy your dick so you just *had* to have a go on my underwear, huh? You slutty thief."

As you said that last bit you flicked his forehead that he was trying so very hard to keep fixated on the ground, but it was almost impossible anyway since you had your bare legs crossed right in front of his eyes. You know Levi loves it when you wear short skirts, it's hard for him to not look, even in a serious situation like this one.

"Agh. Well, uh. Ahh..."

After about twenty seconds during which he couldn't come up with anything plausible or even any attempt at an excuse he started to tear up. Completely lost, he lowered his forehead to the ground, bowing and apologizing profusely.

"I'm- I'm so *hngh* s-sorry *hic* please don't hate me. Y-You're right, I'm a pervert but please, I beg you for forgiveness *hic* at the very least please don't ignore mee- *hnghg*"

You felt chills down your spine. Was it horrible of you? While this little baby thought that his entire life was over just because you might hate him, you were just thinking how fucking cute he sounds when he's crying while genuinely in distress. You were feeling conflicted. One part of you wanted to pat his head and raise it, kiss his cheeks full of tears and caress his back while assuring him that you don't really find him that gross or creepy. In fact finding this dirty side of him made you giddy.

And yet, the other side of you wanted to play around with him a bit more before giving him ultimate bliss.

"Levi... Are you serious my darling?"

You gently pressed your heels on the back of his head as his forehead was still stuck to the ground.

"You really think such a lousy excuse will cut it? You know just how outright creepy this is, right? You went out of your way to steal underwear from me so you could rub it all over your dick and cum in it and yet all you have to say for yourself is just "I'm sorry, please don't hate me"? You'll have to do better than that."

Still sniffling, you could feel Levi taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Y-you're right. Crying about it won't solve anything. I know just how much of a disgusting lame little fuck I am, it's already a miracle how someone as beautiful and amazing as you even considered me your friend. I've been blessed a-and so honored to be called that. So please, please give me a second chance Y/N. I'll do anything, really."

You took your heel away from him. Full of expectations on what the two of you were about to do if you played your cards right.

"Anything? No way. That's just empty words."

"It's not! I'll really do anything. I'll even be your b- um. B-Bitch if I have to."

You command him to raise his head up, he does. His eyes and cheeks are still wet from the tears he just shed and his face is all red from embarrassment.

"A bitch, really? So you'll even accept corporal punishment? If I tell you to lay down on your stomach on my lap, you'll do it? You'll let me spank you?"

For a split second you see it his eyes, this little fucker really feels like he'll get a kick out of this. "It's not a punishment at all!" He must be thinking. He would love to be treated so poorly by you. In fact, one of his occasional turn-ons was to imagine you degrading him, insulting how much of a perverted little shit he is.

"I- I'll do it. Anything you want to do to me, I'm fine with it so..."

You lightly tap on your thighs two times, telling him to get on. Obediently, he does... and immediately receives a slap on the ass.

"You're supposed to at least lower your pants idiot. Or else it won't even hurt that much."

"A-Ah, yes."

You saw it again. That glint in his eyes. He's excited and is just so barely managing to not display a shit eating grin on his face.

As soon as he does as you told him to, you spank him again. Harder this time. He lets out a little yelp. And as he does you grab his hair with your other hand to pull him up a bit and whisper into his ear.

"You think I didn't notice that? The corners of your mouth keep rising upwards you fucking pig."

Finally he completely gives up on the façade he is trying so hard to keep and lets out a huge unrestrained grin, the kind he has when you hug or kiss him on the cheek suddenly. Looking dumb and genuine, though this time it looks cuter as he's obviously enjoying the pain you're inflicting on him.

"Aaahh. I-I couldn't hide it after all, you're right Y/N. I'm a dirty fucking pig who even enjoys it when you're being mean to me. Bully me, hit me, spit on me. I don't care, if anything I love it. I'm so sorry for not even being able to be properly punished ahh I'm so so sorry~"

He says while not looking sorry at all. Pretending to ignore his stupid monologue you spank him again.

"Slut."

"Hnghh~"

He shudders and keeps grinning widely.

Only does he get a bit nervous when you decide to pull down his underwear.

"Ah- wait! ACk-"

You spanked him again, this time your hand made direct contact with his skin.

"Shut up you filthy bitch. Isn't that what you promised? You even said that you'll be my bitch so that's just what you are right now."

Rapidly the nervousness he had displayed a second ago dissipated.

"Ahhh~ y-yes, I'm your bitch. You can use me whoever you want, I'll even drink your spit if you ask me to ehehe- OW-"

"Quiet. Or- No. Actually, keep moaning. It's cute."

"Ehehe I'm sooo happy you said I'm cute Y/N."

"Master."

"Master~ ehehe..."

He was really digging this roleplay type of set-up you had invented. But while he thought you weren't performing and really wanted to punish him, you on the other hand were truly aware that this is all a sham from your part just to turn him on.

As you continued to spank him a couple more times, you noticed something odd. It wasn't that you felt poking against the side of your thighs since you had fully expected him to get a hard-on. It was that the poking sensation was double.

"... Levi, get up for a second."

"Um, w-wouldn't it be better to continue to punish me?"

Another slap made him yelp.

"Don't be difficult."

And so he did, and you finally realized why he owned two fleshlights. It wasn't that he had the size wrong and had to order a second one, it was that he has two dicks. One on top of another on his crotch, with a pair of balls for each. You can't help but wonder just how much more sperm he can produce than an average "person."

As you closely observe his two rods, Levi can't help but squirm under your gaze. Elated at the amount of attention and your focus on his private parts as his pants and underwear are now out of the way.

"It's weird isn't it? I'm so fucking gross that even my genitalia isn't normal. I'm impressed you can even look at it directly haha."

Silently, you keep staring. Utterly turned on by the many ways you could use this part of him when you'll inevitably fuck eachother. Seeing how you're keeping quiet, Levi keeps degrading himself, obviously wanting the same treatment from you.

"I mean what kind of weird monstruous fuck would have two dicks, right? S-So you can tell me, tell me just how fucking gross and creepy it is..."

He keeps smiling, his face flushed by the titillating humiliation he's feeling by having his cocks out in front of you, the girl he loves the most in the world. So you decide to humor him a bit.

"Hmm... So you constantly hide these? Is it why you always try to wear baggy pants? So people won't notice how much of a creepy fuck you are."

"Y-yeah haha. T-Tell me more..."

He's so docile and pathetic, you can't help but strive for more.

"No. That's enough. Even after a couple of seconds looking at it, it makes me sick of it. I'm bored. Won't you show me how you play with them when I'm not around?"

Leviathan's eyes light up at your suggestion. He can't believe a day would come when you or anyone for that matter would ask him to masturbate in front of them.

"R-Really? You wanna see that?"

"Well, you don't want me to be bored right? And you really reaaaally want my forgiveness for being a gross fuck."

Excited yet mortified, Leviathan takes two of the fleshlights and rummaging through the box, he finds some lube. You watch him start off by filling the two holes with lube, all while both of his dicks are still erect from earlier. You're honestly still amazed at how they look.

Just before Levi sticks his first cock into one of the fleshlights you get an idea.

"Wait a sec. Hand it over."

Obediently, he hands the sextoy over. You spit into it, your saliva mixing with the lube and you give it back.

"Here. Hopefully it'll enhance the experience?"

"Ah- S-shit! Had I known I wouldn't have used the lube at all..."

He looks down, disappointed but still ecstatic. He carefully places the tip of his shaft on the entrance of the toy and slowly starts pushing it in, his dick opening up the walls of the toy as he shudders from the sensation and your piercing gaze. He jerks himself off like that for a little while before you ask him if he's not going to play with his second shaft.

"Well... I can either use the other toy or... I can show you how I do it with your panties..." Seeing how silent you are he retracts his statement. "-JUUST kidding ahaha it's already gross enough to see me jerk myself off so disgustingly with a sex toy, n-no one would like to see their own clothing used like that..."

You smile, uncrossing your legs and leaning in.

"No, that's a good point. Show me how you've been using my underwear all this time you dirty fuck."

"A-ah! Yes... ahaha~"

Taking your panties carefully, he wraps it on his other dick and starts pumping it with his free hand. As he does, he starts explaining.

"A-at first, I would only sniff them but I couldn't resist the urge to use them like this. And now that I've used them too much your sweet smell has completely been overwritten by my disgusting stench so there's no use sniffing it anymore ehehe. That's so fucking creepy isn't? I-I'm such a creepy bastard."

There he goes again, degrading himself while expecting a follow up from you. But you give him none of that this time. Instead, you look at him with anticipation and give him a challenge.

"If you do a good job of putting on a show for me I'll let you go down on me."

The air surrounding him turned to a deep purple as he took on his demon form, his scaly tail wagging around like the one of a dog's. Then he started to pant like a pup as well, elated by your suggestion.

"Ah. Ahh. N-no way? Seriously?! I'll do it, I'll seriously do it. So please watch closely!"

All this time he was on his knees, but now he stood up, making sure you have a close look at his dicks. They were right there in front of your face and you had to hold yourself back from taking one of them into your mouth. He kept mumbling and stammering some intelligible stuff, but you're pretty sure it was something along the lines of "I'll do it" and "look at me."

As he was getting close to release, you could feel him lose himself in the pleasure as his knees looked like they were about to fold from the lack of strength he was putting into them. Probably not used to jerking off standing up, he most likely does it either sitting or lying down like most people. In an effort to keep him standing in front of you, you placed your hand on one of his knees then slowly brought it up, caressing his thighs.

"Do your best to stay standing~ I'll be disappointed if you fall."

"Ah! Yes, of course!"

A literal couple of seconds later, the fleshlight was leaking of his cum and your stolen panties were dripping with his seed. Not only was the quantity overkill but the texture and thickness of the liquid looked quite rich. It was like warm condensed milk. As if on instinct, you placed one of your hands under the dripping liquid, allowing a couple of droplets to land on the palm of your hand.

"Y-Y/N??"

You lick a droplet off, tasting it. Seeing you do that, Levi's knees finally give in and he falls to the ground again, looking at your lips and mouth closely while wagging his tail, overly fixated on how your mouth moves while your tongue is probably pressing those drops of *his* cum on the walls and ceiling of your mouth. Savoring it.

Despite it looking like condensed milk it tastes more like a nectar, sweet and unnaturally good. Is it a special characteristic for a demon's cum to taste sweet and good? Maybe it's to push each other to fall into lust... makes sense. Delicious cum would easily push demons or humans alike to fall deeper into the sin of lust.

"W-wah... I can't believe I just saw you do that. Am I in heaven? N-no that sort of erotic scene would never happen in heaven. Aha I'm so glad I'm a demon and that we're in the devildom..."

Satisfied, you open your legs and raise your skirt.

"It tasted pretty good, surprisingly. But I'm sorry to say mine probably won't taste as good as yours."

Levi crawls towards you like an obedient puppy. He closely looks at the small stain that had formed on your underwear due to his performance. He feels like one grateful and lucky bastard that you're allowing him to do that to you. Frozen for a bit by the sight, he drools slightly before snapping out of it and placing his hands on the side of your underwear. Sliding it down as the stain leaves a bead of your warm liquid behind. Levi looks at it stretch and break as he pulls the panties further down, up to your ankles. You get your feet out of them and kick them to the other side of the room, allowing yourself to open your legs better than if they had stayed around your ankles.

Placing your hand on his head, you gently push him towards you and pet his head.

"Will you start or are you too busy drooling?"

Not making himself be begged any further. He starts by so very gently kissing your clit, it's so soft that you can barely feel it. He wraps his hands around your thighs, preparing himself to eat you out. He's so adorable. As he sticks his tongue out you notice how he has the tongue of a snake. Not that you hadn't noticed before, he would try to hide it from you at first but when you told him that it was so unique and cool he wouldn't try to keep it away from you anymore, boldly opening his mouth when he would yawn or when he was complaining about something. Now there he was using his devious tongue on your sweet spot.

He was greedily tasting you, it made you wonder if you actually tasted as good as he was making it seem. Though you're pretty sure you don't have enchanted cum like demons do. He would sink his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs, feeling you up, probably wishing that you'll let him hump your thighs next if he does a good job at making you feel good. You start to mewl and as you do, you can feel his tongue double down on his efforts, desperate to make you feel better just so he can hear you whimper and cry out his name.

You look down, a bit overwhelmed at how good his tongue is at exploring your insides. You see him looking up at you expectantly, a happy glint in his eyes, full of love for you. It's funny how one moment he begs you to degrade him and the next he asks for praise with his shiny eyes. Appreciative of his efforts, you place one of your hands on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb.

"Good boy Levi."

He wags his tail and his eyes light up some more as he hardens his tongue, pushing it further than you thought he could. You let out another whimper, this time mixing in his name. And as you do, you realize how close you are to climax. You grab his horns and cross your legs around his head, trapping him in front of your pretty pussy. Not that he minds, in fact he wouldn't like it any other way. Feeling you come while you call out his name some more, he suckles on your juices, gladly letting it spread all over his tongue before swallowing it all.

As you let him go, he rests his head on your right thigh, his cheek against your bare skin. He keeps looking up at you in awe at how pretty your face looks just after you've come. He rubs his cheek against your thigh hoping to get your attention back at him.

"Did I do a good job? I can um, I can do other things as well~ Oh if the idea of taking me back as a friend immediately is too gross for you I can keep being your fucktoy for the time being ehehe..."

You smile at him kindly and scratch him under the chin. He wags his tail again and displays his signature wide grin. His laugh is so cute. As he did a good job you figure it's time to stop the charade and let him have a real go at you.

"I wasn't really mad at you by the way."

He lifts his head up from your thigh, eyes wide open.

"Huh?"

"I was just fucking with you, I'm not grossed out or anything. You're still my cute little Levia-chan."

You pat him on the head. His eyes well up in tears from relief.

"R-Really? You won't abandon me?"

"No baby, I just thought this was the perfect excuse to push you to do dirty stuff for me. You're not mad right?"

Leviathan jumps into your arms, crying.

"I'm so grateful that a perfect girl like you would choose *me* to make you feel good. H-Had you not forgiven me, I would even be okay with being your sex slave if you'd like to."

"Don't be stupid, I'll let you be my one and only boyfriend. What about that?"

Levi lets you go, then while still grabbing your shoulders he looks at you, his eyes full of hope.

"Really? You'd allow me? You would take a lame fuck like me as your boyfriend?"

You pull him back in, kissing him on the cheek, near the corner of his lips.

"Don't say that. You're my cute little baby boy. Everyone has an ugly and filthy side to them, but beyond that you're a sweet cutiepie who watches magical girl shows, sews cosplays and easily cries at any sad scene in an anime. I mean, look at me, I just tricked you into thinking that I find you gross and pushed you to jerk off then suck me off. Isn't that objectively pretty terrible of me?"

Levi stays silent for a while before you can feel his two dicks poking at your stomach and pussy.

"N-Now that I know you weren't mad, that was probably one of the best moments of my life."

"Perv."

You kiss him again.

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Was initially planning on making them fuck at the end but it got too long. Though I'm not against making a part two if people like it ahah. AGAIN please don't hesitate to comment, I would love to read your thoughts!

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malisorn · 1 year

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⚔ || 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | May the Smith mends the bond that he broke far too long and forges you back to him with a longing promise ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions | Fluff, Angst, Comfort, Messy Translation, Aemond rizzing reader up, Reader is a caretaker of a dragon and a relative of the Dragonkeeper but there are no physical description of her

Notes | The translation of English and High Valyrian is like a death trial. I pick up the grammar from Duolingo and mashed them up with website's translation.

The first time Aemond met you, he was merely a boy of three and ten. He didn't know what crossed his mind at that moment. Perhaps he just wanted to have his own dragon like his brothers and his nephews or maybe it was “The Pink Dread”. He walked down the tunnel of the pit as everything got darker and warmer. He would claim whichever dragon he encountered, but instead he came to face Dreamfyre. One second, he was falling to his knees thinking the stranger had come to take his life, but a moment later, a girl of his age dragged him out of the tunnel, saving his life.

“Bē morghūlis” He almost died. You were talking to a member of the Dragonkeepers. Aemond couldn't pick up exactly on what you said, he had yet to master High Valyrian, only knew the basic instructions and a few commands. To be fair, he didn't have a father to teach him and his mother barely embraced Targaryen customs. But he heard you call the older man “Kepus'', which means father's brother. Now, it makes sense why your High Valyrian is so fluent. You are a niece of the Dragonkeeper Elder. They exclusively spoke High Valyrian and served their loyalty only to the House of the Dragon. Aemond looked down at the floor. He knew he was in great trouble, until he felt your touch on each of his shoulders, “Dōro bartoso iksā” You are brainless. What did you just say to him? He assumed from your expressions, soft and understanding. Were you comforting him? Before he could ask you, he was guarded back to The Red Keep.

His mother was furious as she tried to comfort him. She promised she would seek justice from the King and that her son must never be a joke to poke at. That night, he cried himself to sleep with all the humiliation flowing through him. His mother insisted on him to never set foot on the Dragonpit again and that one day he would have his own dragon.

And he did. He gained himself a dragon, but at what cost? His left eye was slashed, yet he had to face the reality that it was an even exchange. It was not, he lost half of himself that night. The sight of him frightened girls and boys his age. His mother allowed him to visit Dragonpit later but only under the protection of Kingsguards. He saw you again when he went there with Helaena to claim a dragon. From the look on your face, you were rather fascinated than frightened. You ran up to him, started questioning him but he couldn't understand you. When you realize the barrier of a language between you two, you repeat the most obvious word “Eye, Eye, Eye”. Aemond took an offense from that “Shut up” He thought you were making fun of him, immediately left to stay in the carriage the whole time while Helaena finally claimed the she-dragon, Dreamfyre.

He would accompany his brother or his sister to the Dragonpit from time to time. While the first few impressions between him and you didn't come close to good at all, he would learn that you are actually quite fun to be around. He took High Valyrian lessons very strictly, memorizing as many terms of each word as much as possible. Your conversation started to go somewhere, he learnt to ask for your name in High Valyrian just as you learnt to ask for his in the common tongue. You are preparing to be a caretaker of the Dragons. It was a difficult process but you were chosen by your uncle due to how you manage to be gentle and understanding, especially with young dragons.

“Vhagar rōva issa” Vhagar is big. He opened his arms wide to let you see how big she is. “Bōsa se drāñe” Long and wide. He continued to describe her to you as you clapped in excitement. “Rōva Vhagar! Rōva Vhagar jorraēlan!” Big Vhagar! I love big Vhagar! You giggle together, his mother suggested him to find someone to talk to rather than hiding in his chamber. She knew he needed someone to listen. “We” you pointed to yourself then him, “Ride” taking his hands in yours “Together?” and tighten your hold on his. “Yes” A simple answer that brightens your whole face. “Hēnkirī Kipili?” We ride together? You pointed to yourself and him again, he nodded in agreement “Hēnkirī” Together.

While your friendship with the prince started to improve, he suddenly vanished out of your life after that day. He knew you were waiting for him every time the carriage arrived at the Dragonpit. The thing is, you appeared at the very vulnerable times of his life, the part he hated the most, the deep core of his weakness, he doesn't want to be weak anymore. Aemond believes that by cutting off any resemblance to his past, he would feel better as he turned into a person he never thought existed in him. He became a vengeful man full of rage and a thirst for blood. Abandoned the friendship you built together. But instead of you becoming a forgotten memory, you still wander in his mind sometimes, most of the time.

Dragonpit became one of his least favorite places after all the memories that taunted him, but at the same time, it's also the place he longed for the most. Although he didn't longed for a dragon anymore, he already claimed one and paid a great price for it. Instead, he longed for you. He has heard about you, how you become skillful at your position, taking care of each dragon in great detail. But he never order your attendance for Vhagar, he even forbidden from allowing you close to his dragon, despite knowing the obsession that you have with Big Vhagar. Aegon even talked of you, once, a pretty face wasted her years sunken in a pit.

At the darkest night, Aemond found himself thinking of you more and more. He imagined how your voice would've sound like, how tall you could've been, how fluent you would be in common tongue now. The grip that you have on him has never been loosened, if it ever did, it only seems to tighten more.

So he swallowed his pride as he stands here in the Dragonpit, at the same place but over half a decade different. Looking for you, many thoughts crossed his mind. Wondering if you have forgotten about him, unable to recognize your short-time companion anymore, or do you still remember him in great detail just as he did of you, angry at the sight of him and banishing him away. He wasn't sure if that was really you, a beauty standing with a bucket in each of your hands, a newly born dragon on your shoulder. You looked as if you're a Dragon goddess coming to life. “Sȳz Taoba, Morghul” Good boy, Morghul. You compliment the little dragon and he nods in pride as you feed him more fish, clapping at his wits.

When Aemond gets closer, you look up to him. He didn't know if it was surprise, displeasure or delight in your expression, a combination of all even. “Dārilaros” Prince. Your voice has matured and deepened through years, “Ruklītsos” Little Flower. A name he once heard your uncle called you. “Are you here to claim another dragon? Is one not enough for you?” the way your tone changed into bitterness blew away all his pride, but at the same time, he's quite impressed by your common tongue. “I am here to see my childhood companion” when he noticed the way your head tilted, he knew he better be careful with his next words. “I have not met her for so long, but she has grown into a lovely woman, a smart one too I've heard” you stand up with the little dragon in your hand. “A childhood companion you've neglected” A sly tone through your words to see if he can go anywhere from this. “I have not said it was you-”

“There's no any other childhood companion of yours other than me” If someone heard, they would've call you out to respect the prince. Before he could answer, you paced to the tunnel of the pit. He quickly followed you before he realized where he was heading to, until the darkness took over and suddenly he was three and ten, facing Dreamfyre again. Except this time, he was facing you. “Are you well? Aemond” you noticed the way he turned still “Aemond, sȳz iksā?” Aemond, are you well? Instead of answering you, he took a step back and left. He left you again.

It was a bad reunion after being apart for so long. You have changed and so did he. He shouldn't be a fool to think you could be friends again. That night, he thinks of all his life decisions. How stupid it is to end your friendship when everything goes well. He was a fool to treat you that way and to ignore you even when his sister told him that you have asked about him endlessly. Would it be possible for your friendship to heal its wound which he caused? “May the Smith mends the bond that has been broken far too long and forges us back as we have always meant to be together” That night he hopes to wake up with the strength of The Warrior to face you again.

As the sun rises in the east, he thinks of you as he eats, he imagines you as he reads and he finds himself on a journey to the Dragonpit again. There's a feeling enlightened inside of him, an affection he has not felt since he was a boy. A feeling of hope, excitement and wish that died when his eye was taken away.

The last interaction you two had before he completely disappeared from your life was one of the happiest he felt before he shut himself down from everyone. This was the moment he became merciless while you grew to be nurturing and forgiving. He waited until you walked out with loads of food in your hands. Dragons are rarely sick, but their need for food to survive is one of the most important things. They eat a lot and some of them do not hunt, especially the young ones. Your job was to make sure they ate well and remained at a balanced weight. “Skorkydoso iksā?” How are you? When he catches your attention, he gets closer. You step back, “Lenton jagon” Go home. It's no wonder you're mad at him, he is also mad at himself but he is trying to fix it. “Daor” No, he said firmly, opening his palm to reveal a gift he prepared for you. A golden ring shaped like a dragon's body, the head and the tail ended with a precious stone placed in the middle. “Daor” No, you make sure to say it the same way he did. “I will leave you alone but you must take this first” He tried to convince you but you didn't react in any motion so he continued “Vhagar wanted you to have this”. That seemed to convince you. You took the ring from his palm and took a closer look at all the details. “Fine” You said to him and he took your hand back, putting a ring on your finger. “Take this as a promise” He placed a kiss on your knuckles. Never in his life would he try to be this romantic, especially in public. Expecting to see a loving stare from you, instead you raised your eyebrows and took your hand from him. “Now, go home”.

He returned to Red Keep in a lighter mood. Is it possible to wed you? Would his mother give him her blessing? You have been living close to Dragonpit for so long with your uncle, he was a senior member and very trusted by his family. While your uncle swore his oath, you have yet to do the same.

Today, you didn't bring yourself to forgive him yet, he understood that it would take time but it needs to be quicker. He paced back and forth, thinking of how he could have your mercy. To give you what he has promised since that day.

He didn't bother you for a few days, keep it all to himself. His mother noticed the change in his behavior, how he wasn't “himself” from time to time. He finds thousands of reasons as his excuses, “I've changed” he once said to her and her expression was concerned.

As afternoon passed, he prepared to give you a surprise that would reunite the two of you after being apart for so long. He was dressed in leather, the weather would be colder, there might even be rain. Instead of taking a carriage like he used to. He took a horse instead and headed to where he had always found you. You were putting on a cloak, preparing to go somewhere else. “Vhagar is sick, she needs your help” His heart beaten, it's really happening. “Big Vhagar is sick?” You still remember, calling his dragon Big Vhagar as a reminder as if it's not the most noticeable trait. “Yes, she needs your help” his voice was heavy and you immediately fell for it. He seated you in front of him as he took you to Vhagar's lair. It was far outside the city to prevent any damage possible. Your back against his chest, you two were so close yet there's still a gap that killed him slowly.

When you arrived, you were amazed by the size of Vhagar. She really is big. You instantly take a look around Vhagar to see if there were any injuries, but there was nothing. “Liar” You called Aemond. “I could take your tongue for that, girl” Did he just threaten you? No, he meant to jest, he hoped you understood his intention. “I fear no knives” Your tone was ignited in flame, he had thought before that if you were a Targaryen, you would be unstoppable. There's already too much fire flowing in your blood.

“Are you meant to hurt me? Fooling me here to kill me?” He doesn't understand why you would think of that. “Never, I wanted us alone together, that's all” he noticed the ring on your finger, “You wear my ring” taking ahold of your hand. “Why wouldn't I?” Aemond didn't take his gaze from you. “Why did you leave me? after that night, why?” your voice weaken, “I waited moons and years! you just stopped and never returned to me” he can hear the sadness through your voice and see the tears on your pretty face. “I was protecting you” his excuse annoyed you even more. You came close to him and gripped his arms, “From what?” Your face and his were close, “From me” But instead of getting any closer, you push him away. “Then why did you come back? to hurt me?” He cornered after you into the cave. It was dark and warm. “To do as I promised you” In the darkness, you can feel his face close to yours. “A Promise?” you whisper, “Don't you remember?” He holds your face in his hands “Hēnkirī Kipili” We ride together.

Aemond holds your body as the two of you mount atop of Vhagar. The sun was about to set with the sky brightening in red, white and blue. With Aemond's command, Vhagar rises from the sandy beach. You screamed from the thrill through your body. As the sky got closer and closer, you clutched his hand hard and looked at him. Is this the moment when it happened? While he was composed on whether he should do it or not, you kissed him straight away. It was a release after years of resistance and avoidance. High up here in the sky, no one can see or judge him and you. He felt like himself again, but not like he was beaten to weakness anymore. With you, everything was at peace, he would shield you from the ruthless world and fly across the known world to give you everything.

When Vhagar landed, you were in delightful. Stroking the rough skin of the she-dragon. “Kirimvose, rōva Vhagar” Thank you, big Vhagar. Turning to Aemond, “I have not fully forgiven you” You seat yourself on horseback, return to the city with your childhood friend and likely, your lover.

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dca-fanart-gallery · 3 months

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This is a masterpost for writing image descriptions! For even more resources, check out #image descriptions in our blog. These links are what I found especially useful, and I've quoted portions of them (linked and cited of course) so you can get the information even more easily. What is an image description? Why should I write them?

Image descriptions describe what's going on in an image. Their primary purpose is for blind/low-vision folks, who aren't able to experience visual content otherwise without a plain text ID or alt text.

Alt text and Image Descriptions are Not the Same.

They both serve the same purpose, but are presented differently. Alt text is an HTML element, and can be read by a screenreader. Image descriptions, on the other hand, are plain text, placed DIRECTLY under an image, and is accessible for people without screenreaders.

Is one better than the other?

Nope, it's more complicated than that. Don't listen to anyone telling you, "Don't use alt text AND image descriptions, it gives screenreader users a huge block--" People who have screenreaders can simply skip the plain text description when they realize its the same as the alt text. Using both alt text and plain text ID is the most broadly accessible. Alt text can be glitchy, and there are blind/low vision people who don't use screenreaders, and instead ZOOM in to read. For them, plain text ID are especially helpful.

(A post going into more detail about why using both is most broadly accessible).

How to Format an ID

For plain text IDs: [ID: Image description. End ID]

This is because plain text IDs aren't an HTML element. The screenreader won't indicate when the description starts or ends by reading the website's code. So you need to signify it yourself using ID and End ID. (The brackets aren't required. It's simply personal preference.)

For alt text: Image description

No ID or End ID for the reason I stated above. Alt text is an HTML element, and the screenreader dictates it for you. Common pitfalls with writing plain text IDs

Place them directly under the Image

Don't put them under readmores, if you have multiple images, put the ID of each image after said image instead of at the end of the post in a huge block, DO not put them in tiny text, stylized/colored font, bold, as it can cause eyestrain

How to write the actual content of the ID

Hoo boy. This can get difficult. But I found this UX design about using Object-Context-Action to structure an ID incredibly useful: https://uxdesign.cc/how-to-write-an-image-description-2f30d3bf5546.

Here is this principle in action using the wonderful capybara:

It's incredibly important that your first sentence of your image description contains this vital information because IDs can get long. Screenreader users should be able to get the gist of the image from your first sentence, and then decide if they want to listen to the rest of the description or skip ahead. Do not make them wait to hear Mario is burying Luigi in a grave.

After Object-Context-Action, you add more information. Here is where I talk about context. There will be an entire section dedicated to it, but context determines the length of your ID and what information to include. Something a sighted person would give one glance to SHOULD not have a huge description block.

Here are some guides to what to include in IDs: How to Create Image Descriptions by Antimonarchy Perkins School for the Blind: This resource has so many other links to describe specific types of images that might make you struggle: venn diagrams, memes, food, photojournalism image, and more. Check it out! Little formula to describe artwork by Mimzy Cooper's Guide to Writing Image IDs: This is a guide by a museum, specifically for art. If you want to level up your image description for your artwork, this guide talks about identifying orientation and relationships of objects in your ID, to create a cohesive long description. Just amazing stuff. Fungal-wasted Guide about describing what they see first

CONTEXT

I see so many people get anxious about describing everything in an image, but that can actually be detrimental to your image descriptions. More details aren't necessarily better. There's no way to create a perfect ID, anyway, so think about the PURPOSE of this image and its MOST IMPORTANT INFO. The same photo of a dog will be described differently if it's someone showing off their photography skill or it's a dog on an adoption site.

Here is a great essay on inclusivity by John Lee Clark, a Deaf-Blind person. Read the entire thing when you get the time, but I am specifically pointing out this thing about image description:

I cannot count the times I’ve stopped reading a video transcript because it started with a dense word picture. Even if a description is short and well done, I often wish there were no description at all. Get to the point, already! How ironic that striving after access can actually create a barrier. When I pointed this out during one of my seminars, a participant made us all laugh by doing a parody: “Mary is wearing a green, blue, and red striped shirt; every fourth stripe also has a purple dot the size of a pea in it, and there are forty-seven stripes—” “You’re killing me,” I said. “I can’t take any more of that!” Now serious, she said it was clear to her that none of that stuff about Mary’s clothes mattered, at least if her clothes weren’t the point. What mattered most about the image was that Mary was holding her diploma and smiling. “But,” she wondered, “do I say, Mary has a huge smile on her face as she shows her diploma or Mary has an exuberant smile or showing her teeth in a smile and her eyes are crinkled at the edges?” It’s simple. Mary has a huge smile on her face is the best one. It’s the don’t-second-guess-yourself option

Simple is good. Don't second-guess yourself. Think about the most information, and put it there. It's a skill to develop, to be sure, but if your image descriptions are incredibly long, ask yourself if you're including information that doesn't matter. InternetKatze, who linked the post in her essay, has more to say about that.

More Details isn't Always Better

Common Pitfalls while Writing Image Descriptions

(that I haven't mentioned already)

If you're mentioning the race/skin-color of someone in a photo, describe it for the white people in the photo too. Only describing POC when they appear in an image shows how you subconsciously view white as the default. Also ask yourself if skin-color/race is relevant to the photo too. If it's someone's selfie or it's an image explictly focusing on race (Example: photos of a civil rights march during the 1960s), then yes, you should absolutely mention it. But if you're mentioning someone's POC when it's something like a reaction meme, take note of that. Generally, don't assume race, gender, or pronouns unless you actually know it's correct. This is why I highly advocate artists write IDs for their own work if they're able. I have to do a lot of digging when describing another person's artwork, to see what pronouns the artist uses to describe their artwork.

The Politics in Image Descriptions

Questions I find Daycare Attendant Fans often Asking

Do I need to describe every detail of my DCA OC?

Again, think about context. If it's a reference sheet for your OC? Then yeah, you should describe them in detail! If it's just a doodle where they're fooling around, or their appearance is not the focus of the art? You don't have to describe Mafia Eclipse's outfit and color palette in excruciating detail, describe his toxic smooches with vigilante YN /silly.

What about their clothes?

Is it important to describe their clothes to understand the main purpose the image is trying to communicate? For example, artwork solely to show your character in a pretty dress, then yes, describe it. If it's just their main outfit, and the focus of the image is what they're doing (mayhaps smashing someone's eye in), describe that.

FINALLY: I don't have the spoons/time to write IDs, or it's too overwhelming for me--

You can ask for help! Crowdsource IDs, or keep them incredibly short even if it's a gorgeous artwork you're making. Short ID is better than no ID. Here are links of what you can do to keep writing IDs, or how else you can make your blog accessible:

How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)

I want to make my posts more accessible, but can't write IDs myself: a guide

Positivity for people who can't do every accessibility practice

Andddd...that's a wrap. It took a couple of hours to write this, because I realized that while there's so many resources out there, the masterposts are a collection of links, while the guides are quite long. I wanted to make a masterpost that gave a broad overview of image descriptions, while linking to bigger posts for more detail. I hope this is helpful. This was, after all, the original reason the Palooza was created.

#image descriptions #writing image descriptions

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showakyonen · 2 months

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MY BFS POST FINALLY GAVE ME THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE UP SOMETHING ABOUT MODERN INTERNET SEXYMEN BECAUSE IT’S HONESTLY A REALLY WEIRD PHENOMENON THAT NOT ONLY PISSES ME OFF AT TIMES, BUT JUST KINDA INTERESTS ME IN GENERAL. IN A WEIRD WAY.

THERE’S A CERTAIN GENRE OF MALE CHARACTERS THAT, WHENEVER THEY GATHER ANY SORT OF ATTENTION IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM, SEEM TO ALWAYS EVENTUALLY GO THROUGH THE FOLLOWING:

1. BLOW THE FUCK UP ON SOCIAL MEDIA AND HAVE LEAGUES OF PEOPLE THIRSTING FOR THEM

2. THIRSTING BECOMES SO COMMON THAT IT OVER-SATURATES EVERY BIT AND PIECE OF CONTENT FOR THAT CHARACTER, INCLUDING THE WAY THE FANDOM PERCEIVES THEM IN GENERAL

3. CHARACTER IS REDUCED TO NOTHING BUT A ‘HOT FLIRTY DOM DADDY’, DESPITE HOWEVER THEY MAY BE PORTRAYED IN CANON. MOST OF THE TIME, CHARACTER EXHIBITS SYMPTOMS OF MENTAL ILLNESS AND/OR DISABILITY, OR A DEEPER CHARACTER ARC IN GENERAL. I THINK THIS MANAGES TO SALT THE WOUND EVEN FURTHER

(IF THE MEDIA IS UNFINISHED) 4. CHARACTER EVENTUALLY HAS MORE CONTENT RELEASE, AND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING HAPPENS:

A. IT ISN’T WHAT IS EXPECTED AT ALL. UNSURPRISINGLY, CHARACTER DOESN’T BEHAVE LIKE A SUPER SUAVE, CHARMING, HOT, TONGUE-WAGGLING FREAKAZOID WHO WANTS TO BED EVERYTHING IN SIGHT. INSTEAD, THEY BEHAVE IN A WAY THAT’S AN EXTENSION OF THEIR PERSONALITY IN PRIOR APPEARANCES.

B. NEW CONTENT OF CHARACTER IS MINOR OR EASILY MISINTERPRETED, AND THEY BLOW THE ABSOLUTE HECK UP ALL OVER AGAIN. CYCLE STARTS AT 1 AGAIN BUT ITS LIKE 3 TIMES WORSE

IT’S SOMETHING THAT I HAVE SEEN HAPPEN SO. MANY. TIMES. IN SO MANY COMMUNITIES AND FANDOMS. JUST OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD I CAN LIST JAX, CAINE, MILKMAN (TNMN), AND PERHAPS MOST NOTABLY: WALLY DARLING.

WALLY’S TREATMENT WAS AWFUL. I DIDN’T EVER CONSIDER MYSELF A FAN OF WELCOME HOME, BUT I SURE AS HELL WAS WITNESS TO THE ABSOLUTE ABOMINATION THE FANDOM SURROUNDING HIS CHARACTER BECAME. TO SEE A CHARACTER THAT WAS VERY CLEARLY INTENDED TO BE AUTISTIC, OR AT LEAST AUTISTIC CODED, HAVE ALL OF THOSE TRAITS COMPLETELY STRIPPED FROM HIM IN FAVOR OF TURNING HIM INTO SOMETHING “SEXIER” AND EVEN PUTTING DISGUSTING CRIMINAL LABELS ONTO HIM AT TIMES WAS JUST AWFUL !!! JESUS !!!

AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS. BECAUSE IT ISN’T TUMBLR SEXYMANNING, AT LEAST NOT TO ME. THIS IS SOMETHING THAT LARGELY HAPPENS ON SITES LIKE TIKTOK, WHICH I DON’T EVEN PERSONALLY USE ANYMORE. IT’S A REALLY ODDLY COMPLEX THING THAT SEEMS TO ONLY HAPPEN TO MASC CHARACTERS, PROBABLY BECAUSE FEM CHARACTERS ARE EITHER SEXUALIZED THOROUGHLY WITHOUT ANY CATCHES OR JUST OSTRACIZED ENTIRELY BY LARGER FANDOM. SOMETIMES BOTH. MISOGYNY IS GREAT (READ HEAVY SARCASM)

PART OF THE REASON WHY THIS THOUGHT BOUNCES AROUND IN MY HEAD SO OFTEN IS BECAUSE I CAN SEE THIS KIND OF THING BUDDING WITH MY FAVORITE CHARACTER EVER, DARLY BOXMAN. IT’S MOST DEFINITELY HAPPENING TO HIM, JUST MORE ‘QUIETLY’ BECAUSE PINK CITY HASN’T REALLY HAD AN OPPORTUNITY TO BOOM. I’M UNIRONICALLY THANKFUL FOR THIS. AND, GODDD, IT MAKES ME ANGRY. SO MUCH SO.

AND, AT THE END OF THE DAY, MAYBE THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS. CHARACTERS ARE SUBJECTIVE. HOWEVER… IF YOUR INTERPRETATION OF A CHARACTER THAT CLEARLY EXHIBITS TRAITS OF MENTAL ILLNESS, A CHARACTER THAT HAS A VERY EXTENSIVE AND ALMOST RELATABLE STORY ARC, OR A CHARACTER THAT IS LITERALLY JUST SOME GUY… IS SOME SUPER HOT AND CHARMING GENERIC NORMATIVE HUNK… I THINK I AM ALSO FREE TO THINK YOUR INTERPRETATION OF THAT CHARACTER IS DUMB AND SHOULDN’T BE INCLUDED IN NUANCED CONVERSATIONS ABOUT THE MEDIA!

BUT IUNNO. SHRUGS

I’M OMITTING PART OF THIS BECAUSE IT’S MORE PERSONAL AND NOT DIRECTLY RELATED AND I JUST WANNA YAP. YOU CAN FIND THE “DIRECTORS CUT” ON MY WEBSITE WRITINGS OR WHYV, WHENEVER I PUT IT UP.

#🎤hoonis shut up

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yinnyguardian · 9 days

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Anyone Want A Free Ivara Prime Neuroptics Blueprint? TwT

Giving away a free Ivara Prime Neuroptics Blueprint to anyone who needs it after I felt too bad to turn down an extra <3 (FCFS)

(Well as free as Warframe allows. You will have to trade at the very least a throwaway trash item/mod due to Warframe not allowing completely free trades)

Ok so a little story behind as to why I'm giving it away IF YOU WANT! It's a long read with a very small very vague spoiler nearer to the top and I overdramatized the fuck outta this to make it fun to read LMAOOO

If you want the over dramatized context, click "Keep Reading" >:3

It was yesterday, specifically sometime between 12-2 AM. I got onto Warframe, ready to play a bit before getting settled for bed... However... A Mistake was made.

Simaris popped up. The daily stuff restarts around 8-9 PM for me. He's offering his Tenno Slav- I mean Hunter a reward. An offering of three choices. Two different types of Rescource Boosters and whatever the fuck the last one was (I wasn't paying attention).

I had my eyes on the prize and totally forgot I wouldn't even be able to use them fully since I'm doing this before going to bed in like an hour or less. I was basically biding time for my sleep pills to set in. But that didn't stop me.

Instead of closing the game to pick the next day... I foolishly took the Rescource Booster that gives you extra resources upon pick-up! Worse still, it didn't even dawn on me the mistake I had made as my attention fled to the yellow marker. The Kinepage had updated.

I rushed over, ready to see what it said. And after reading it I smiled to myself, happy to have experienced such an update, as small as it was.

However that happiness didn't last as I finally remembered and realized my mistake when my eyes darted to the bottom of my screen... To the clock.

I gasped and rushed to the Navigation, quickly opening the first mission I could think of! An Alert. Maroo had another hunt for me. I quickly took her mission, ready to get that Ayatan Treasure and some Argon Crystals I had been waiting on a Resource Booster for... Not realizing it would end in disaster!

I typically only ever get 1 or 2 Argon Crystal spawn ins per round. So I was expecting 4 Argon Crystals at most! How foolish I was. I looked in abject horror once the mission was complete. 10. 10 Argon Crystals.

I rush over to the Foundry, praying I would have enough blueprints! Alas it was in vain. By the end I still had 6 Argon Crystals. But it was going on 2:30 AM and I was tired. Sleep had found it's way to me. Knowing that I had by 12 AM the next night, I went to sleep and prayed I'd be able to get the blueprints the next day.

Today came and I quickly hopped on Warframe while pulling up the list of Blueprint needed for such a task. I decided to focus on Relics. AKA Prime Frames and/or Weapons. Specifically any of the common variant that I didn't already own... But my supply was thin and time was ticking.

By the way one of the relic packs I was opening...? Yeah the reward I wanted was a common. I opened 4 of them. Didn't get the specific reward I want. You wanna know what I did get? I got the uncommon. How the fuck did I get an uncommon before the common? It's like the game knows like "Oh hey you want this? This should be easy-to-get reward? Yeah? Too bad you don't get it >:)" LMAOOO

Cough

Anyway.

As I watch my relics deplete that had those specific blueprints with only one success, leaving me with 4 Crystals left, I felt hopeless... That was until... I noticed my plat and remembered... Yes... Yes the Warframe Market! That would be my saving grace upon such a troubling time!

I rush over to the Market Website and scanned prices of the blueprint! First one went by quickly! Baruuk Prime systems! Only two more Argon Crystals left.

Next one I set my sights on was the Ivara Prime Neuroptics. I sent a message and after about 5-10 minutes with still no response, I decided to throw out another hook. This time a fish caught it. I smile widely as the second person gets back to me. They took me to the dojo, we did the trade, and I finally could rest knowing my Argon Crystals would not fall into waste... Or so I thought.

However... As I enter an easy capture mission on earth, a throwaway mission for my sights had set on Nora Nightwave's Complete 15 Mission quest... I got a message. The first person had been AFK. Which was fine! I constantly find myself distracted and/or AFK and accidentally leave any potential buyers to wait on complete accident. However they ask the question... Do I still need the neuroptics. I didn't...

So naturally I said yes I do!

Now this might sound stupid, however I felt bad. If I had just waited yet another 10 minutes this poor person could have gotten plat instead. And again, I quite know the feeling of accidentally making a buyer wait for a response only to be too late. You tend to feel awful.

As I rush through the mission so they can give me an invite to their glorious dojo, they kept being super sweet and kind. As the trade commenced, I paid and looked upon the familiar neuroptics, still no clue with what I'll do with such a thing.

Obviously I couldn't resell it even if I did do it for cheaper than original price. That would be wrong. But as I sat and wondered, clicking accept and finalizing the deal... I realized what I must do!

I said my thank you's and farewells to the individual before coming here and any other possible places I might post (Idk where else for now).

So I offer to anyone who wants it who doesn't already have Ivara Prime Neuroptics... The blueprint. Completely free You, unfortunately due to how the trading system in the dojo works, will have to offer something in the trading place but it can just be a throwaway junk mod (Like Revenge, Ammo Drum, Pressure Point... Just something that you can get really easily and don't use/need much). I apologize for this inconvenience TwT

#warframe tag #warframe #warframe freebie #free #warframe prime part #ivara #warframe ivara #ivara prime #warframe market #warframe free #argon crystals #warframe argon #warframe ayatan #warframe slight spoilers #slight spoilers #freebie #first come first serve #fcfs

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scoobydoodean · 10 months

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srs question what is it that these people get out of constantly posting about dean being incompetent or unable to do something despite evidence against the contrary in canon...like it can't possibly all be chalked up to classism right? is it really all about making some cheap 'white trash' joke for a five second laugh? I cannot imagine why this kind of thing has been happening since the show started. this insane dedication to ""humbling"" a character on a TV show by making him out to be dumber than he is by relying on outdated stereotypes. it's so weird! I can only conclude that it is born out of jealousy that dean is a genius who can literally do anything lol

Well to preface my response here: I know there was some sort of recent joke going around that this is probably specifically in reference to. I never saw these jokes. I have no idea who said what or how it was said or if I would find that person's tone/choice of words objectionable. I just heard there was a claim about Dean's competence at a thing and I thought, "Oh! Well I know of a scene where he does that thing they say he can't do" so I giffed it. That's it.

Mocking and belittling Dean and trying to think of things that one believes Dean would find humiliating seems to be a very very common pastime with a certain crowd, so I can certainly attempt to answer this ask in a more general sense.

In an overarching sense, classism or another form of ignorant stereotyping is going to be the social structure that causes these jokes to be thought up and to gain popularity. It's the answer to basic questions like, "Why is this group of people so sure this character would find x humiliating? I don't think they'd feel that way at all."

In a more specific sense, there are quite a few pockets of fans on SPNblr who seem to take great enjoyment in attempting to belittle and embarrass real people, and when you realize that, it makes sense that a fictional character would receive equal or greater negative attention from these pockets of fans.

I have watched certain groups set their sights on a blog or a post they did not like in the past, reblog that post with something condescending, mocking, or otherwise unwanted and unnecessary, and then watched that one reblog ignite into dozens more from their friends who follow their lead. I have seen this happen on several occasions, have heard stories of it happening, and have had certain pockets attempt to do this to me before as well—more than once.

I've seen the behavior these sorts of fans engage in referred to as "hazing" before, which certainly does carry an appropriately negative connotation, but I'm not going to use that word because someone then might interpret their actions as some kind of "rite of passage". I cannot emphasize enough that these people are, for the most part, just a bunch of stupid kids who've only been here for like two years or less and feel important because they had a post that breached containment once or twice and/or think maybe they have more followers than other people on a dying social media website.

These people are bullies who are trying to recreate the dynamics of their middle school, and I wish more people would recognize what they are and stop enabling them. They are not content to simply blog amongst themselves. They feel the need to approach and mock strangers online because it makes them feel important and powerful—perhaps as their influence naturally dwindles. I believe they probably also persist with their toxic tradition because they are afraid of their own "friends" finding something objectionable about them. Making someone else a target distracts them—fictional or real.

#mail #dont feed the stans after midnight #also some people just hate dean let's be real about it #and show their whole ignorant unwashed asses to everybody every time they get mad about him

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pokemonbiologyirlthetabletop · 1 year

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Sylveon (#700)

Mutabellus fabulamor

General Information: Sylveon is able to produce a soothing aura through its ribbon-like feelers (yes, that’s what those things are on its body, feelers), which can be used to lower hostilities and even end conflicts. Sometimes, while trying to calm someone/something down, it will use its feelers to perform a dance. These feelers are also used to, for example, wrap around someone’s arm in order for Sylveon to understand the individual’s feelings. Alternatively, it may use its dancing feelers to distract its prey, then pounce. Sylveons are also known for being very brave Pokémon who will charge head-first at Pokémon far bigger than itself in an effort to protect others, especially dragon-type Pokémon. In lands where Dynamaxing/Gigantamaxing exists, the Sylveon’s bravery is often the subject of folkloric praise.

Some suspect a connection to a strong source of magic in the environment, like Leafeon or Glaceon, and others still think its evolution is in the same grouping as Umbreon and Espeon (an evolution based on love), but ultimately no one is entirely sure because wild Sylveon are very rare. It is hard to study Pokémon evolution if wild counterparts are hard to come by, after all.

Habitat: They live mostly in temperate forests, or in and around human settlements. Wild specimens are few and far between.

Diet: Omnivore, will eat just about anything you give them that is actually food. They do not have the same high energy needs as Jolteons and Flareons, but they are on average the largest of the Eeveelutions. Large creatures typically need to eat more than smaller ones. Don’t worry, your Sylveon will in fact probably try to use Baby-Doll Eyes on you to get you to share your pizza with it.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship to Humans: Sylveons are highly associated with human settlements by a wide margin greater than any other Eeveelution, either the ones known to science or the ones that remain undiscovered or exist primarily in folklore. In universe, this is not really understood why and it provides strong evidence for why many scientists believe that Sylveons are in the same evolutionary grouping as Umbreon and Espeon. On a meta level, we know this is because wild Eevees probably do not experience enough strong affection levels in time before they evolve into something else, so basically the same reason that Umbreons and Espeons are not terribly common either compared to Glaceons, Leafeons, Vaporeons, Flareons, and Jolteons.

Sylveons can be found in just about any job field under any type of person or trainer. They are difficult to raise an Eevee to evolve into, but any trainer with enough love, care, and determination can achieve a Sylveon evolution.

In order for someone to become a Great Rank-Certified Pokémon Breeder (the next rank above a Certified Breeder), that person must have a Sylveon that they raised from an Eevee, and it must be documented (unless another Pokémon that evolves with the Affection mechanic is introduced). This is a non-optionable requirement. As such, Sylveons are often seen as one of the many symbols/mascots of the Pokémon Breeder world, alongside Togepi.

Sylveons are common sights in healthcare settings because of their calming abilities and ability to read someone’s emotions. They are incredibly supportive Pokémon.

Additionally, Sylveons are often associated with the transgender community due to its colorations (both regular and shiny) being the same as the transgender pride flag. Sylveons and Azumarills are often paired together as Pokémon representations of transgender pride.

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Hey guess what, if you like my stuff, this is my website where you can find other Pokémon I've written on and more information about the game that I’m slowly making! Check it out! I write books sometimes too.

#repost #sylveon #eeveelution #eeveelutions #pokemon #pokemon biology #pokemon biology irl #pokemon biology irl tabletop #pokemon tabletop #tabletop #tabletop homebrew #homebrew #ttrpg #happy pride month #transgender pride #happy pride #terfs do not reblog #happy pride :)

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akiraak4 · 7 months

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Champagne, Cocaïne,Gasoline

A/N: This is my first time posting on this website, but I thought, why not? It is inspired by Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time by Panic! at the Disco. I do not own the character Cú Chulainn, yada, yada, yada, English is not my first language and all. CW: self-destructive behaviour,(slight) addiction, misuse of drugs and alcohol, drunk driving, self-harming behaviour, depression Wordcount: 2500 Underlying Cú Chulainn x Reader PART 1| PART 2

You jolted awake, a haze before your eyes, a siren whaling in your ears. Your throat leaves a groaning sound of pain as your eyes try to focus on something - anything at all if you will. Nothing seems to be in your reach, as you try to grab something as you work your way to stand, but falter and end up on the ground again. Your knees are like pudding and your fingers have no feeling to them. Your brain is pounding in your skull and you shakily exhale - letting the exhaustion get a grip on you again.

But this is not the beginning of this story. This is rather the end of it - if we would have followed a common structure.

And you weren't the one to tell either.

He has unusually taken form as a Berserker. Some factors of his summoning also caused all of his equipment to change and reversed his temperament. His expressions become cold, and the crimson demonic spear that is his Noble Phantasm has been mixed with darkness, overflowing with a foreboding aura.

Cú Chulainn Alter was your servant long enough by now to have a grasp on your behaviour - even though, you rather should have had a sight over his madness. After all, it seems like he is the one who has to have an eye on you most of the time. You have surrounded yourself with some of the most absurd servants, he could have imagined. Mostly because they are so engulfed in their own worlds - and their ideals - that it sickens him to even watch them. You always look a bit exhausted, but even if asked (by one of the few kind souls your summons have answered), you just dismiss the call by ignoring them or just saying that your mana was drained. But this was not the case at all. Your resources of mana were hilariously huge and no one really needed that much energy to sustain themself.

The mad king was by your side - like most of the time (probably because he was your go-to servant). His crimson eyes follow your every move. You've pulled out your phone and texted someone. The profile picture was the same as the days before and he had concluded, that you have been texting with someone - very regularly and mostly frantic, jabbing texts into your phone like a maniac. But this time, your moves were a lot more controlled as you let your phone fall. He did not bother trying to catch it and watched as the screen broke, diagonally through the middle.

Your message cannot be delivered. You have been blocked by this number.

You were chugging your who-knows-how many shots, in some derelict bar you'd found on the way to who-knows-where. The berserker was still next to you - in a tight-fitting black suit he got a while ago. Most of his more macabre features had vanished - mostly his tail, which would hinder him from following you. But the crimson tattoos were still under his eyes and on his arms, as he rolled up his sleeves. His muscular features got rid of most of the crazy humans that were trying to hit on you in your current state of drunken daze - and those who even dared to walk in your direction went away faster than a flash after he snarled his canines towards them.

You have had enough of being betrayed by the ones you liked, your allies. You felt like a wounded animal, but instead of licking your wound, you turned towards the things, you yearned for most of your life after pain was inflicted onto you - the rush of alcohol, the numbness of everything and the happiness that comes with a little help of a line or two.

A happy grin was stretched wide over your face as you took another shot, but as you pointed at your empty shot glass, the barkeep just shook his head, denying you your next drink. A snort of annoyance escaped you. You turn on your heel, the world twisting a bit too much as you walk straight to the door - or what you thought of as a straight line - your servant (of course) right behind you, following your every step.

The engine of the sports car roared as you speeded down the street, not really caring about the thought that you could cause an accident or die while driving in this state. The berserker next to you also seems to not give a single fuck about the way you drove the streamlined car. After a short while of driving you found the next best thing - a high-society nightclub, you have visited maybe once or twice in your life. You passed by the line of peasants and right into the club - the bodyguard just watched you puzzled as he was pushed aside by the mad king, who followed you into the club. The club was busted with people, dancing skin-on-skin and some sketchy guy was passing on little sachets in exchange for fat roles of cash. You walk towards the bartender, pointing out a bottle of absinthe and try your best to negotiate a price, but in the end, you just paid a whole bunch more than you could imagine. Take a sip from the high-percentage alcohol, letting it burn down your throat as you walk to the sketchy guy, offering him a bundle of cash. The man slowly fumbled in his jacket: "Babe, if you go on, you might pass out in a drain pipe", he mumbled, taking the cash in exchange for the little bag, while you just grinned, taking another big sip.

"Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time"

The mad king was very much not amused as you stumbled out of your car, into the bar and basically threw your money at the barkeep as you took the booze. You were high and drunk - and you still wanted more, it seems like this, as you were taking a strange bag from this peasant. He snorts in annoyance. What were you thinking? The absinthe in your hand and the drugs, in the neckline of your dress, are hidden from sight as you walk into a corner of the club, scaring away the people that sat and letting yourself fall onto the couch as your servant took his place next to you. He was very unpleased with your behaviour. But alas, he could not change your mind right now as you start to chug down the burning liquor. You cross your legs, one hanging in the air as your eyes cloud even more, getting dull by the minute as you put down the booze. An exhausted sigh leaves your mouth as he inhales your liquor-stained breath. It was really disgusting. You slowly close your eyes, exhaustion seems to take over your body and he is ready to get you back home. His eyes wander over the crowd, but stop as he hears the sound of you opening the little bag and inhaling it content before taking another big sip. The crimson of his eyes was on you as you stood up, headed toward the dance floor.

You were thrown out of the club again - not really sure why - as you stumbled towards your car, opening the side of the driver, falling halfway in, as you thought you'd throw up into your own lap, but pulled yourself together as you watched Cú Chulainn get into the passenger seat, still smooth and with a stoic, calm face, watching you pull out of the parking lot and onto the empty street. You drove like a mad lad through the streets and stopped at a gas station after you noticed the low of your tank. You grabbed the fuel faucet and started to pump gas, after missing the tank the first time (you really wanted to throw up at the smell of gasoline on your dress, but you didn't). But you got it after some trying - much to the displeasure of the man behind the counter. He yelled at you, something about wasting precious resources but he was silent after you smacked some hundred dollar bills onto the counter and left, the clacking sound of your small heels followed you as you sat back into the car. Your eyes wander towards your servant - or were there two of them? Since when did you have two Cú Chulainns in your front seat? "Ah, fuck it", your voice sounded strange to yourself, a troubled mumble while you start the car - starting off with too much speed, making the car jump forwards before you got to the right speed. Your fingers just loose over the steering wheel, letting it slip from your grip as you drift off the empty road. Luckily for you, you were out of town and Alter pulled the wheel straight, grunting slightly. You're letting fully go off the steering wheel as you push the gas pedal down to the ground. Your servant seems a bit in distress or confused as he steers the wheel to drive. You start laughing - you never thought he would do that (you really believed, he would have let you drive into your death, but to be honest with yourself, you forgot he was her for a while). After some time, your laughter died off and as you arrived in the new city you let go of the gas pedal, bringing the car to an unpleasant halt as it died off, stuttering and in the middle of the road.

Cù Chulainn Alter was kinda exhausted as he was technically forced to drive for you at this high speed until you just - stopped. He was confused as to why you suddenly were so eager to get out of the car but followed you after turning off the car and taking the key (just in case). You've stumbled towards a guy in a chiffon skirt, muttering some words of exchange, he could not hear as he stepped up, being next to you again, as you started to empty a beer bottle. He would have been impressed with the speed you tried to do it, but it took not too long, before you nearly suffocated yourself, as the beverage poured all over your chest as you tried to breathe for a short while. The stranger smiled wide as he handed you a pair of hot pink high heels. You on the other hand were not that happy as you slipped off your original shoes and put on the heels. You were a bit wobbly at first, trying not to fall, as you started laughing with the stranger, leaving the mad king very confused, you turned around and waved your goodbyes, walking away wobbly, trying not to break your ankles while walking. Still laughing, you started twirling. It was probably far past midnight and it was way too cold, even though it was summer, the nights were still freezing. And you only got a dress on. Cú Chulainn sighted, as he changed into his ordinary outfit - seemingly out of nowhere his armour was back in place, the big fur coat hung in bright crimson red over his shoulders and his tail slowly swung from the right to the left. Glancing over at you he clicked his tongue as he threw his coat over you. You stumbled and nearly tipped over from the sudden weight added to your small frame, as you threw the coat off your shoulders.

A grunt escaped you, captured by surprise as Alter threw his coat over you, leading you to stumble and nearly fall over with the heels. You tossed the coat back to your servant, grunting in annoyance. "Leave me the fuck alone", you hissed. Stomping away, your servant still on your heel. Your mind was misted by the rush of the alcohol and the drugs you took. Gripping harder onto the bottle of beer you still got from the stranger. You've had enough of the play of sympathy and fake affection people try to throw in your direction to lure you in. Only to break you and throw you away, after they got tired of you. "I said fuck off!", you yelled, throwing the bottle at the berserker, who dodged it smoothly. "If I would 'fuck off' you would die", he said - probably the first words he said the whole night. "And if so. I don't fucking care, okay? Just - just let me die then", you hissed, ending in an exhausting sight, turning your back to the servant, starting to move forward again. Tears started to pool in your eyes as you slowly dragged one foot in front of the other. Slightly sniffing as you wipe away the wetness of your eyes. "As if anybody would care", you mumble. Clearly, your up was over and you've hit rock bottom - or it feels like this as you keep walking, ignoring the servant behind you.

After a while, you found yourself back in another bar, but it was not too long and the barkeeper told you they would soon close. After a short discussion, you've got a bottle of booze to take with you as you left the bar behind you. Again stumbling through the streets of a strange city you didn't know. You were exhausted and really just wanted to lay down, or sit down or something like that... Another big sip emptied the bottle in your hand. You shook the bottle, disappointed from the sudden loss of your last joy as your eyes started to wander over the place. No one was there. No one. Not even your servant. Strange. He really just went away after all. He probably was tired of taking care of such a useless master, who could not even take proper care of herself and turned to drugs and alcohol to wash away the problems that towered over her. A sad sight escaped your mouth as you turned to walk again, but you stopped.

"Take a seat, master"

The berserker stood next to a shopping cart, the chain that normally holds the carts together was ripped apart. His huge coat laid out in the cart as his crimson eyes wandered over your sad figure. You were not moving, just holding back miserable tears. He stepped into action, picking you up and laying you down into the cart, carefully warping the crimson coat over your shivering figure. Your eyes were matt and dull, exhausted from the small bit of world you've got to see. But that small part of the world was not really kind towards you and it just ate you up and spat you out again. He pitied you, as your eyes moved to hover over his huge frame, which seemingly took over your whole vision.

"The world is no kind place for such a soul as yours.

But no worry, master.

My spear will never fail you."

#cu chulainn alter x reader #cu chulainn alter #cu chulainn fanfic #x reader #reader is female

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colourfulwatson · 2 years

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hi! hope you're well!

safedistancefrombeingsmart said i should ask you about the poppy pin martin freeman is wearing in that interview about black panther: wakanda forever (red short sleeve button up with a white shirt underneath) :)

so i guess here i am asking that xD what is it? what meaning does it have? (sorry if this is a stupid question)

thanks if you decide to answer this haha <3

Hello!! :D (it's not a stupid question don't worry)

Yes! @safedistancefrombeingsmart and I talked about this yesterday

Ok so just for reference for everyone else, we're talking about this:

The short answer is that it is a sign of respect for all the soldiers that have died since WWI. But here is a bit more background from a website I found (that explains it way better than I ever could):

"The poppy is the enduring symbol of remembrance of the First World War. It is strongly linked with Armistice Day (11 November), but the poppy's origin as a popular symbol of remembrance lies in the landscapes of the First World War.

Poppies were a common sight, especially on the Western Front.

Artificial poppies were first sold in Britain in 1921 to raise money for the Earl Haig Fund in support of ex-servicemen and the families of those who had died in the conflict. They were supplied by Anna Guérin, who had been manufacturing the flowers in France to raise money for war orphans. Selling poppies proved so popular that in 1922 the British Legion founded a factory - staffed by disabled ex-servicemen - to produce its own. It continues to do so today.

The poppy continues to be sold worldwide to raise money and to remember those who lost their lives in the First World War and in subsequent conflicts".

This is why you'll see lots of people from the UK wear poppies in November! And although you can't see it quite clearly, I think Martin is wearing this particular one found here:

PD: I recommend this cute little one shot called “Poppies for John”, just because I love this little story and it’s about the topic :)

And lastly, thank you for your ask <3

#if I got something wrong or someone wants to add something please do so #mail #martin freeman #poppies for november #remembrance day

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stepseduworld · 8 months

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mouseratz · 1 year

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on prev it's not even saying u can't complain about it....it's just not on the same level & a little self reflection is fair I think. I live in one of the most "progressive" areas in my state & that still isn't really seen unless you are at like. an arts college. or in the middle of the city itself. the suburbs it's still so common to see trump stickers everywhere. and forty minutes out from here you start seeing confederate flags everywhere. that's the kind of places some of us live in . part of why I don't really like using they/them pronouns irl is that half the people you talk to are totally unfamiliar with the concept at all and you end up having a grammar discussion and by the end even the most well meaning people don't really know what you meant.... even someone who spoke to me about being possibly non-cis themselves only knew about transsexual as a term, not transgender (nothing wrong with it tbh. but it is showing of a lack of exposure to what you consider Common Knowledge on this godforsaken website). I don't even think people are Wrong to have in detail discussions about smaller specific things, but I do think some perspective is warranted---not everything is like this, Tumblr is niche & what people say and do here is not actually reflective of society at large. when people lose sight of this is when you get posts like "let men be masculine" and what have you.

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santajp · 2 years

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Lynx TF - "Dreams"

I looked out my window, eating the last chips I had brought. They barely were enough to surpass any discomfort I felt. Being cramped into a seat for hours of the morning was already bad, but being trapped with someone who wouldn’t shut up was worse. Their babbles on the greatness of being stuck in the middle of nowhere and taking me along for that “experience” filled my ears better than any song could. Even listening half-heartly, I found myself asking Yule, “When will we get there,” more frequently. I got my phone, which only sat at half battery, before he spoke to me.

“I’ll make sure to show you everything I can, cousin! You’ll love it!”

“Yep, yep. I’m sure...”

My screen lit up to show it still on their website. “Pawfore Preserve: Where Dreams Live,” was centered with a slew of reviews and icons of many animals they protected. There were simple comments, complimenting the forest as a great place for photos, and weirder ones, that would go in length about how they loved being lost in it. Though each ladder comment always had one of an animal icon beside it, most likely to show some sort of membership status. Over them was the last text from my parents, saying to have fun and not be a bother. Though they clearly didn’t know how much of an uphill battle that’d be.

I saw the forest while we drove pass and dropped my head onto the door rim. The only dream I had was this trip not being such a pain.

After a few minutes, we reached wooden gates to a cabin sitting on the roadside. It reminded me of a movie, being run down with lanterns hanging near its door, and when mixed with the forest’s falling leaves and thin mist, made me only gaze until Yule’s door slammed shut. I put my coat on and begrudgingly walked out, trying to follow him past an official sign for the preserve. If that or the cabin wasn’t there, I would have called it wilderness.

“Yule, you are you certain this place isn’t closed?”

“I’m sure. There just aren’t many people yet, especially not on a weekday and this early. Everything we need to see is twenty-four seven!”

I nodded awkwardly, seeing him open the cabin door for me and a few stray leaves. Smells of sweetness almost like cinnamon hit my nose alongside gripping warmth. Though nearly broken from what I saw, the returning conveniences inside made this feel close to home. While I rushed for the AC, Yule moved to speak with a woman behind the counter.

“Welcome! What you here for?”

“I’m Yule. I booked for the two next days.”

She smiled and got to work, getting what seemingly was his files. He didn’t tell me this was an appointment or that this would be for more than this one day. “No wonder he brought that tent along” , I thought. He wanted me to almost die out here with him.

Yule got our papers managed and pulled me further into the cabin. We walked through a main hall to an opening at its end. The place looked small outside, but whatever large section was next got Yule jumpy. I looked to him, almost telling him to stop before turning around to suddenly jump myself. The sight of a large cat gave me goosebumps, how real it looked not helping any return to relaxation.

“W-what is that thing!? And why is just around the corner like that!?”

“This is where they have fake models of the animals! That one is a lynx. I’ve always wanted to see one, and they’re pretty common around here, just not at this time of year.”

I recomposed myself, quickly moving to the others with him. “Good, whatever it is better not scare me again.” I lowered my voice. “I hate this pla-“

A gust of chill air hit my back, making shivers run through me. I was going to slam whatever open door or window caused it shut. The only thing stopping me was seeing nothing when I turned around. Everything was closed with that creepy cat still behind me.

Running to catch up, I passed information and maps above each model. They had small paths and areas doused in red alongside information about each animal. Though Yule didn’t need to read them to begin his ramblings, talking about them in length from memory alone.

“Why do you know all of this?”

“I always like going here. I have since I was a kid. You don’t have a place like this?”

“No, because we have things to do instead. I’m surprised you’re given time to remember.”

“Well, maybe you should try it. You won’t be so grumpy all the time,” he chuckled.

I tried to retort, but Yule already started moving away. Once out the back door, he moved down the path and said nothing. I couldn’t tell if it was spite or just how much he knew this place compared to me. Though I wasn’t going to question it, especially if this was the person I’d be with for a night. I just had to make sure to keep everything close to me.

Walking to our campsite was a balancing act, of thinking and not trying to step on something alive and ready to bite. Yule’s remark stuck in my head with the steps. I found myself wanting to be distracted from it, putting on my headphones for that exact purpose, but it still rose to the forefront of my mind. Maybe I wasn’t the most enthusiastic, but he had to see where I was coming from. Going crazy over everything wasn’t better. I understood that I was not much, never did much, and couldn’t even muster much. His hope was annoying, but it somewhat made me think of if I could care. It made me think of the what if’s and…

…made me wish I did, for a moment.

Though I snapped out of it when a gust of wind went right over my skin. “Dammit! Yule, when will we be there!?”

I looked around, stopping to feel my shoes slide on sudden mud. There was only the path, covered in a dense fog that I didn’t think was there before. I pulled off my headphones and called again.

“Y-yule? Where are you!?”

The ground almost looked the same as I walked backward, tracing my steps.

“Did I take a wrong turn? How did I get here?”

My mouth was quickly covered by my hands. I thought I only- thought those questions, but now they were being spoken without my effort. Even as I began to ramble to myself, I could hear Yule somewhere through that. He said something in repetition, too far away for my ears to grasp. I ran forward, yelling out his name and hearing the words become more clear with a light in the distance.

“I’ve always wanted to see one…”

“Yule, what are you saying!? Forget the cat! This isn’t funny!”

The fog grew deep enough for me to not see my hands and legs. I only felt that I was moving towards something and knew of it until I tripped to the ground, thankfully slamming into a pile of leaves.

“…such a pain…always wanted to see one…what if…”

It was our voices, me and Yule’s speaking those words. Even his off-hand comment slowly mixed into them before then came another and another. They interwove and mended, strung into endless sounds that I knew were connected. Subsumed into times I was mentioned, perhaps with intent of not knowing, and brought to doubted feelings, perhaps too deep for showing, the stream of consciousness grew until it was silenced by a single thought.

“I wish my cousin loved me,” Yule said.

Then it went silent for a moment. The first sound that hit my ears was cracking leaves as I pushed myself up, my hands slowly rising to hold my head and grip it to stay quiet. All the thoughts mattered little to the last, one that caught me off guard enough to freeze me to the spot. I never liked this. I couldn’t like this. I thought of what made me tense up when Yule began to speak, the passion that made my gut react. It was always pushed onto him to alleviate, but now, where nobody else stood to take the blame, I laid alone to bear its bluntness. A mix of regret and apprehension came to me, questions of why I could not do the same or of why he had things I didn’t. Like the thoughts of before they began to surrounded me. My ears were filled with their words and any thought out of them would only be consumed. All paths of my ideas led to judgement or my lack of not having something to fight against it. For each person I saw seemed to show things I hated, things I spited with bated breaths and words, unable to release them until whatever force this was pulled them out of me. Hearing them all out loud made my blood boil at no one but myself.

I sounded pitiful. I couldn’t even control my own head. Though I knew something made me still focus on my anger. Though I felt that I couldn’t, though the apprehension froze me before, I couldn’t bring myself to ignore it any longer. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want this for anyone. I wanted to live for whatever this feeling was, even if I knew I had never done what I should’ve before.

My thoughts came back and were spoken in the same manner as before.

“I wish- I wish to make Yule happy!”

I heard the silence come back before a tingling sensation emerged around me, fomenting at my tense hands. I could hear myself breathing. Though it sounded different, attuning more to a low growl.

I looked up to see sky emerging from the fog, feeling that tense nature flowing around me, before pain forced a glance to my hands. Their fingers shook as small, pale hairs grew out. Thickening rapidly, managing to cover the wide brown pads that came onto my skin, I saw my nails sharpening towards the central pad on my palm. Though it too was quickly covered by that same softness.

“W-what is going on!? Grrr-“

I jumped at hearing my own growl intensify but felt my hands relax into their new form, the cold mist no longer getting through their layers of fur.

A sudden snap behind me, pushing the front of my body and forepaws back onto leaves, confirmed that. The sensations grew further away from my arms. I could see my shoes raising their heels, stretching to something inside that already made a clear indent. It tightened until shoelaces snapped alongside black fabric and plastic reaching their limits, letting my hindpaws rip out to slide across the grass. Their pads gripped the ground better than any shoe could, giving a rush that pushed my new hackles to quickly rise. With them broken, I stretched out my body, moving my back upward as something small sprouted from it and my clothes felt less fitting in way that permeated any feeling they had on my skin. It became less about how oversized they were and more about why I even had them at all. It wasn’t just a small inconvenience; it was entirely unnecessary; and a instinctual reactions came out of me. Gone was the focus on my legs contorting into a digitigrade or the clear loss of my masculine features as my forepaws began to claw at my shirt and coat relentlessly.

For moments at a time, I’d see the world brighten before dimming, colors intensifying before being reduced to a clear back and white. The world became larger by the seconds, my head sliding into the shirt and coat, where I could see every seam and bit of fabric to scratch at. It also made the heat of my thick fur became too much to ignore. While pulling myself out them, I could feel my head pulsing, shifting inside the darkness while I struggled. First was the smells, which yearned for the nature caught in their dry nostrils. Then was the sounds, which stopped before coming back with an unearthly force that was almost painful. I gritted my teeth as I tried to keep my emerging snout closed, taking the sounds until one caught my attention. Hearing Yule, clearer than I ever had, brought me back from my natural trace.

“Yule!?”

The words only came out as quick mew, but my thoughts were finally enough for me to focus. I felt my whiskers rub against the cloth as my head finally poked out, showing its furry sides and defined eyes that scoped the area in single second. My ears shifted to listen until I heard his voice again, a single word from him being all I needed to start running. Going into the fog as my layered paws traversed the ground via an intuition I never knew I had, the once menacing trees became stepping stones of scents and positions, their density lowering as I reached the edge of the forest. My nose twitched to a sweet smell and my eyes gazed upon a familiar hue. I felt my heart pound faster than it ever had once I lunged over a grey stone to slide into something after landing.

“Woah!? Are you alright?”

I looked up to see Yule, who stared at me in awe in front of the cabin’s back. I jumped to paw at his leg, trying to explain what had happened.

“I’m so sorry for everything! Though you gotta help! This is…” “…Mew! Meoo! Meow! Mew!”

“It’s alright! You don’t have to do that. You shouldn’t even be approaching me like this…”

“Crud! H-how could I explain? I can still spell! I just need something to wriii~” *purr*

His hand was on my head, moving around thick fur softly. Something about it made my ears lower and the rest if me move on its own. I pushed into his hand and looked up, seeing his smile while he scratched the underside of my chin. It was the final thing I saw before I stopped thinking as hard, just accepting the pets until the woman stepped out of the door.

“Hello! You seem to have found a friend.”

“Well, I’m not sure if I can call it that. It just ran up to me. Got any idea why?”

Her eyes did a quick glance, taking note of my blissful face and the small hops of my paws. Though she looked especially at my eyes, which were the same color as when we arrived.

“I just think this lynx likes you. You should play with her a bit!”

“Wait, really!?”

“Yep, feel free. It’s rather rare to see them at this time of year, as you already know.”

She quickly walked back inside after a wink to my blissful face, right when Yule began to try asking about something else too. His attempts to follow were stopped by me wrapping around him and asking for more attention, which he gave with little resistance. I loved every second of it. The slight nagging in my head to contest what she said grew more silent. I had nothing to do. Whatever it was different didn’t matter, not as much as pets clearly!

His smile made my own widen and perfectly sat into the smallest things that I could now notice. Though unknown to me, that feeling of wanting to wander those small aspects made me feel like I was home, it changing and telling me that I could always do the same.

I rolled onto my back and raised my paws, letting out a small and happy meow.

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