#acco speak up

[utterlyotterlyx]

4 and/or 25 with Eris, please!

Lost In The Fire

Eris x Fem!Reader

Warnings - mentions of arranged marriage, suggestive comments, lots of fluff

(not spell checked sorry x)

What if you - If you're really about to suggest that I sit on your lap, I will kill you. Don't leave me here alone.

Balls had never been, nor ever would be, your thing.

The opulence that came with them was sickening, a waste of precious resources that could be put toward something more beneficial. The gold on display, the mountains of food that hardly anyone would touch that sat as a putrid reminder of power and wealth, and the stench of ale made your stomach churn with distaste.

You would forever curse your brother, Thesan, for giving you over to the Autumn Court, you understood that you had a duty to fulfil, and since you were the sister of one of the more liberal courts, with unmatched spiritual abilities, it meant that you were a high prize indeed.

You had long lost your usual clothing, red and gold loose fitting robes that still had the power to accentuate every feature you held lay dormant in your wardrobe and had been swapped out for tighter fitting garments in an arrangement of greens and browns and oranges. By order of Lady Autumn, of course.

There would be a day when her title would belong to you, and you always had to look the part.

It was a part you played well.

Marriage to Eris, the Heir of the Autumn Court, wasn't nearly as bad as you had expected it to be. It was lucky that your talents in spirituality were so advanced, and you were also lucky that his knowledge of your gifts was so little when you had first met.

Despite his cold exterior, you saw a small boy within him wanting more than anything to break free from the chains that bound him to his position. It was his only defence against his father. But, he knew that you could see through it, see through him in a way that no one else could and part of him was relieved to finally have someone who could understand him.

Things were still rocky, you struggled with their way of life, something Beron despised and spoke of frequently, saying he did not want you leading his court if you couldn't bend your morals and do what was needed. If turning your back on the people who needed you was too stiff, then you didn't want to be leading his court anyway.

But everything with Eris was good, more than good actually, you had actually come to care for him beyond the requirements of your marriage. Eris had moved your rooms opposite his own to have you closer to him, to have you speak him into newfound calm when his duties became too much; to have you closer to him so that he could soothe your clairvoyant episodes that pounced on you from nowhere.

It was meant to be a marriage of convenience, a marriage to forge new power and bonds and produce a litter of children who possessed both of your abilities. A new path for Autumn, a stronger path.

The clouds darkened on the horizon, the moon poked through their curls and illuminated them with a faint pale blue glow. Lanterns lined the garden paths below your window, Eris had made sure to give you the room with the best view, and you watched idly as high born nobles and invited guests to the nights festivities strolled down the cobbled stone paths arm in arm, pointing at the array of intricately carved white marble statues and fountains littered across the lawns, scattered between the hedges and lush flowerbeds.

Ladies swarmed you, tugging at your limbs and shimmying skirts up your legs before huffing and ripping them down again, tapping your calves to tell you to lift your feet so that they could try the next one. Lady Autumn ordered that racks upon racks of opulent dresses be wheeled into your chambers, it was important that you look your best in front of all of the nobles attending that evening, from Autumn and those from other courts.

Even Beron knew how powerful your opinion was to others, not like he would ever listen to it himself. You had been the one to accompany your brother to the High Lords meeting to find a path forward against Hybern. It was your grace and elegance that kept the meeting from boiling over since you were able to feel the emotions of others and force them to simmer down before they consumed the room. It was you who had been able to tell them all of Hyberns movements which no doubt gave them the edge they needed. It was you who saved dozens upon dozens of soldiers from all courts.

You had been the one to help Feyre with the complications with her pregnancy, you had been there for the birth of her son and had given a kernel of your own gift to keep her alive; it made you a very trusted ally to the Night Court, a friend. Helion wrote to you often asking for you opinions on research and inventions, even went as far as to ask for your input on some new policies he wanted to introduce to Day.

It was stupid to suggest that you wouldn't be the perfect High Lady.

Diplomatic. Gifted. Elegant. Poised.

And Eris adored every part of you that you decided to show him, he basked in it actually.

You weren't really paying attention as the ladies around you tugged at your hair and pulled another dress up your body, fitting it tightly around your breasts and hips before standing back and humming in approval. Then you looked.

An assortment of shimmering golds, burnt oranges and flecks of silver, all weaving between one another like the summer tides. It was sheer, enough to be endearing and elegant but not enough to appear indecent. There was a cut out half sphere below your breasts and the bodice flared upward like streaks of sunshine at the crack of dawn. Even you had to admit that it was a stunning piece indeed. Like a stained glass window glowing with dawns kiss.

"This is the one," your fingers brushed around your hips with a faint smile, your hair was unbound and simple, a perfect compliment to the other-worldly dress you adorned, and your makeup was a picture of dewy perfection, shimmers along your cheekbones and forehead, arched brows, glossed lip. "Thank you," you had dismissed the flock of women as soon as they strapped your shoes to your feet, taking a moment for yourself before you slipped from the room.

The quietness of the hallway was enough to tell you that Eris would already be in the ballroom, no doubt sassily quipping the other High Lords and Ladies with cold eyes and a stiff spine. An act that would melt under your presence.

You weren't wrong.

As soon as you had entered the room, it was encapsulated by you. Feyre and Mor rushed to greet you, stroking your hair and running their hands down your skirts, begging for you to tell them where had gotten it. Cassian bundled you into a boisterous embrace which earnt him a curt jab from Nesta for the inappropriateness, Azriel kissed your knuckles as did Rhys, and Helion kissed your cheek in greeting, muttering to you how beautiful you looked in a hushed tone.

No reaction compared to that of Eris however as he remained glued to his seat with lips agape as his russet orbs scoured your figure, the mere action of his eyes on you making heat rise to your cheeks.

Tables lined the room with benches on either side, all packed with goblets of wine and mugs of ale, platters of food scattered at intricately measured intervals. Only Beron and Lady Autumn sat at the head of the hall, the latter of which examined you with approval.

Everyone had floated about you, stealing your attention from the one you desired to give it to. From Rhys asking you, jokingly, to revolt against Autumn and find sanctuary in Velaris, to Thesan pulling you to the side to inquire if you were being treated well. Helion had updated you on the policies you had so gracefully aided him in implementing, and you found a moment to catch up with Kallias and Viviane.

Then you made your way over to Eris who was wrapped up in a conversation with Lucien and Elain, whose gaze jolted from cold to warm in a split second when he saw your dress glistening in the corner of his eye, "Hello, Embers," his voice was as smooth as freshly cracked open whisky as he prodded you with the nickname he had given you, he thought you glowed, not brightly, but like embers on a dying fire, low and warm.

Eris was extremely proud to call you his wife, not only were you clearly beautiful, but you had a heart of molten gold, people sought you out for comfort and aid, you were graceful and poised, and could change the world with your bare hands if you wished it. It was what he needed, a chance of a real future with the woman he was falling in love with.

He couldn't blame you for your feelings toward him, you didn't exactly have a choice in the marriage but you had tried to make the most of it, and you had let him in and spent more time with him away from the duties required of you. Eris thought that you had finally started to feel a certain way toward him as well, from the faint shine in your eyes when you looked at him to the real laughter that sliced through the fogged atmosphere when he quipped something to you. You made him melt, you made him be who he always wanted to be.

"Hello," your voice was as soft as drizzled honey and your hair fell over your shoulders as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek, a necessary act to display your strength as a couple.

Eris felt your eyes trail down his chest and arms, the open collared cream shirt and chestnut brown jacket and pants; he had styled his hair the way you loved it, tamed but still with a playfulness to it, tousled slightly as if he had been stood on the balcony in the wind for a few moments. "Do you like it?" Eris motioned to his suit with that gleam in his eye that made your knees weak, it was certainly a good thing that he wasn't an empath like you, otherwise he'd know his effect on you and no doubt tease you for it.

Just because Eris couldn't feel your emotion doesn't mean that someone else couldn't read you like a book.

You're blushing, a voice infiltrated your mind and you did well to keep a stoic face against Rhys' shit-eating smirk he was no doubt wearing from his seat across the bench from your husband, with his arm loosely wrapped around Feyre's waist, sipping from his goblet with a teasing glint in his eye. Someone might say you might actually feel something for the man.

Ignoring the voice in your head, you spoke, "I love it, we're basically matching."

You'll definitely be matching when both of your clothes are on the floor tonight.

Go fuck yourself, Rhys.

I don't need to. Not when I have my lovely mate.

The walls in your mind flew up then, trapping his talons against the roof of your consciousness with such force that the High Lord visibly winced and rubbed his temple tenderly.

"You look angelic," Eris stood before you, taking your hand in his and pressing his lips against the back of your hand, dipping low and peering at you through his lashes, making no effort to mask the desire in his emotions.

"Thank you," it came out as a whisper and he placed your hand back to your side, sitting down again beside his brother, allowing you to glance along the table which housed not only Eris and Lucien, but also Elain, Rhys, Feyre, Nesta, Cassian, Azriel, Helion, and your brother, meaning there was no space for you, "I suppose I'll go and sit with Kallias and Viviane," you picked up your skirts to turn away when Eris' hand shot out and secured around your wrist.

Eris' eyes glowed in the candlelight, you could see the flames flickering in his russet orbs that had you in a constant chokehold, "What if you-"

"If you're really about to suggest that I sit on your lap, I will kill you," Azriel choked on his wine and coughed as Rhys and Cassian howled in laughter, even Eris chuckled and ran a hand through his hair at your words, standing to tower over you and cup your face in his hand.

"Perhaps later," he smirked and you visibly blushed at the words, even Eris couldn't miss it and he stroked a thumb over your rosed cheek.

In defence, you quipped, "Maybe I'll go back to my chambers then," the words flew from your mouth and you only realised how they sounded when Eris' focus darkened, the tension between you both was palpable to the point that even Azriel let out a whoosh of air he didn't realise he was holding in his lungs.

"So tempting," he took a step closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and speaking a low, rough tone, "Don't leave me here alone, you know I don't do well without you."

"Fine," you strained and he grinned victoriously before ordering his brother and Elain to scooch down slightly to make room for you, and you slotted beside Eris like the final piece to his puzzle, thanking him for the goblet of wine you had taken from his offering fingers and looking upward at Rhys and Feyre who both sent you a knowing glance.

Knocking on the doors of your mind, you allowed Rhys to slip in, doing your best to stay distracted against Eris' hand on your hip that sent fire coursing through your veins and heat pooling between your thighs.

I've never known him to be like this, you know.

Like what?

Rhys' eyes flickered to Eris in examination before finding you again whilst Feyre kept the heir ignorant to the conversation between you and her mate.

Soft. Caring. He loves you, Y/N.

Well, it's a good thing I love him too then.

Rhys smirked, raising his goblet to you to which you clinked against your own, sipping the spiced wine and smiling with happiness at his words.

Eris sighed and turned to you, placing a kiss to your cheek, allowing his lips to graze against your cheekbones and his breath to fan down your neck. The rest of the room had moved on, wrapped up in one another, wrapped up in the ale and music, leaving you and Eris alone and untouchable in your little bubble. His eyes scanned you, sketching every part of you onto the canvas within his mind, "Your presence has impacted me so deeply that I'm convinced that if we never met then something would feel missing," he rested his forehead against your own and his hand gripped your waist as his gaze bore into you, "Don't leave me alone, don't ever leave me," a breathless plea that stole your heart.

"I will never leave you, Eris. I will be here to watch all of your dreams come true, I promise."

Flames danced in his eyes and he became unbothered by who could be watching, "They already are," his finger stroked a line up the curve of your throat as he lifted your chin up, wasting no time in pressing his lips to yours in something you could only call ethereal, so tender but passionate that you felt your heart burst with golden light in your chest.

Eris smirked against your lips, a knowing thing, like he knew exactly what had just happened, pulling away, you gasped as your hand ghosted over the fabric of your heart, "You knew?"

"From the moment we met at that meeting in Dawn," his nose brushed against yours, "You were too busy helping Thesan and keeping Tamlin under control to notice, but I saw you, and I knew I needed you."

"You never said anything."

"How could I?" Eris pressed a kiss to your nose, "You had to fall for me on your own, I couldn't influence that."

You inhaled his scent, of crackling firewood and spiced oranges and sighed, you curled your fingers around the lapels of his jacket and kissed him again, more forcefully, and luckily for you both, the room hadn't noticed your infatuation due to Cassian's well played distraction to give you both a moment, one that you needed.

"I need to get you out of here before I take you on this table," his voice possessively growled and it made you shudder in intense delight.

Rhys watched from across the way as Eris took your hand in his own and pulled you from the room, smiling at the large grin on your face and the faint giggles passing through your lips as he saw the silhouette of Eris flinging you over his shoulder cascaded in shadow onto the white stone floor.

If anyone deserved true happiness, a life of wonder and love, it was you, and it was something Rhys believed Eris was now fully capable of providing for you.

Author's Note

Back from Paris in love with the idea of love so expect lots of fluff coming your way x

[byunpum]

Hi! Can you write a one shot between AonungxHuman!Reader ? I’m literally Inlove with your work like

it’s literally all a masterpiece like literally Absolute Perfection. Every time you post I look forward to reading your Writing.

Pair: Ao'nung x Human reader (kiri twin)

Warning: sexual harassment, cute moments.

Note: I got a little excited about this oneshot ehehehe. I hope you like it. By the way, I have received all the requests, they are quite a lot. So I'm answering them little by little. I like to take my time so that the stories are original. So please be patient with me, and thanks a lot for the support.

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Being kiri's twin sister was never easy for you. Especially being human. Grace's avatar had given birth to two completely different babies. One completely na'vi and the other completely human. The babies had peculiar things, like kiri had more human features, her hands and etc. And that you could breathe the air of pandora without problems and yellow eyes. Jake and neytiri couldn't adopt a girl and leave the other girl abandoned, so they adopted both of them and raised them as their own daughters. Being different in the omaticaya clan was never a problem, your father was the clan leader, no one dared to say anything about you. But leaving the clan, leaving everything behind. You arrived in a totally new clan, where the presence of your family was strange. You were an alien, harmful and dangerous.

It was difficult for Jake to convince the metkayina clan leaders. Ronal and Tonowari had never seen humans so close. Jake explained everything to them, while neytiri held your hand. After a few long minutes, Ronal and Tonowari accepted your presence. Neytiri had to stand up to the comments that Ronal was saying about you. Thanks to eywa, you quickly fit in with the clan. The ones who didn't fit in with you were a group of metkayina boys who kept annoying you on a daily basis. At first you thought it was normal, your presence was strange to them. But as the years went by, everything became more complicated. It had been two years since you lived in the Metkayina clan, and you were still being harassed by these men. But they were no longer children, but grown men who liked to bother you.

It was midday, and you had gone for a walk with neteyam. It was one of those quiet days where you spent time with your older brother. You were both exploring an island, it was small and had a beautiful creek. Full of precious stones. They were so pretty, perfect for your collection. "Nete…look!!!" you speak, running to sit on the edge of the creek. You pull out a notebook that belonged to your mother, looking through the pages trying to find a picture of some stone that was found on the creek. Neteyam found this adorable, but boring. He knelt down a bit next to you. "Y/n…I'm going for a swim with my ilu, stay here. Yes?" says neteyam, placing his hand on your head. You look up, giving him a smile. "Yes…don't worry" you speak, turning your full attention back to your notebook. You can feel yourself getting lonely, because the silence that had fallen was so soothing.

You settle back in your seat, and begin to look at the rocks in the water. Analyzing them, and making mental notes. You regret not having brought your pencil (which was made of wood and charcoal). You can hear several Na'vi approaching. Most of them were women with their children, sitting on the edge to clean some fruits with the fresh water and some fish. You liked being in this place, you liked the sea and everything to do with it. You see a few women greet you, and you return the gesture. The clan was kind to you, after meeting you they became more open to you. You were grateful that they were so friendly with your presence. Enjoying the scenery, you can see that the creek is spreading out beyond the wooded area. You knew you should not leave this place, neteyam would be coming for you soon. And you knew your father didn't like you wandering around unsupervised. According to Jake, the Pandora Seas were too dangerous for you. But you weren't going to go far…just a little.

You get up from the ground, and follow the water current. Entering the wet jungle, while walking and jumping on the rocks. You stay like this for at least 10 minutes, glancing back. You see that you have wandered too far. So you decide to stop walking, sitting on the side of the creek, to take a look at the new rocks that now reflected from the depth. They were so beautiful, with different colors and shapes. You had to have several for your collection and others to make new pieces of clothing with kiri and tuk. You hear how several branches move, and you become alert. Watching as out of the bushes come the group of metkayina men who were always having some trouble with you. "Look what we have here" says one of them. Approaching, while the others followed him. "Hello" you speak up, you were never a spoiled girl. So you wave at him, and decide to keep looking and picking up your rocks. "Hey…what are you doing here all alone?" the man kneels down, to be closer to you. "I'm not alone, I'm with my brother" you speak up, sitting up straighter to confront them.

"Really? I don't see anyone here" the man signals with his hands. Looking at his friends, as they laughed evilly. You felt nervous, you were so scared. "I should get back…goodbye" you start to get up from the ground, but you feel one of them grab your arm. Causing you to sit up suddenly, you groan in pain. "Tell me…what do you have here?" one of the men, takes the notebook you were holding in your hands. "Give me that…that's important to me" you shout, getting up from the ground, trying to take the object from his hands. But this was useless, you were too small compared to them. "Do you want it back?" speaks the na'vi who was the leader of the group. "Yes, please" you speak, lowering your hands to now place them on your chest. "If you want it back, you have to bend down on the ground…just for curiosity" says the man. Your eyes widen. "For what?" you speak, but you see how they all laugh. And he pulls you close. "We're curious about you…mmm why don't you do us that favor and let us see what your cute little cunt looks like" the man speaks cheekily.

You can feel your heartbeat quicken, you could feel your stomach churning. You were aware that your body was curious to the na'vi. But this was something that was not right, you knew. All the alarms in your body were on fire, as you wished neteyam was here. Your eyes began to fill with tears, as you watched those na'vi boys waiting for your answer with a smile on their face. "N…no, please give me back my notebook…I won't do anything" you scream a little, but it sounds more like a cry of desperation. "Well…if you don't" says the boy holding the notebook in his hand, holding it close to the water. Making the gesture as if he's going to drop it. You reach over, hopping a little to grab it. "Ah, ah, ah, ah on the ground…and then the notebook" the man speaks, you move a little away.

The noises of the argument had caught the attention of ao'nung, who had gone for a ride with his ilu, in an attempt to distract himself from his labors. He had left his ilu at the other end of the island, while he walked and explored the small island. Not 10 minutes had passed, when he heard your voice. He knew her very well… he spent a lot of time with the Sully family. And as strange as it sounds… he had memorized all the tones of voice that came out of your mouth. He becomes alert, when he can sense a hint of desperation in your tone, so he decides to look for where it's coming from. Walking slowly, he arrives at your location. He slowly approaches and realizes that you are not alone. He makes a face of annoyance, when he hears the voice of the group of men. "They have nothing better to do," thinks ao'nung to himself, as he glances through some bushes.

He is very surprised, with the scene that his eyes had found. You were on the ground, on all fours. With your head pressed tightly to the ground. While one of the men held you in place, with one foot on your back. "Ok… why don't you help us and move the cloth to see you completely" says the man. This makes ao'nung furious, who without thinking comes out of his hiding place. All of them, noticing the presence of the future clan leader, move away from you. You collapse on the ground, feeling pain in your back and face. "What the hell is going on here!!!" shouts ao'nung, pushing one of the men. With such force that he was left sitting on the ground, hitting his head on a tree trunk. "I'm sorry…it's " tries to apologize to one of the group men.

"I want you to get the hell out of here!!!! Because if I don't I swear" before ao'nung could finish, the group of men had run out of the place. One of them threw the notebook in your direction, running away in fear. After standing still in place, furious. Ao'nung turns in your direction. He sees that you were sitting, seeing if you had any wounds on your knees. "Y/N…are you okay?" says ao'nung approaching you. You look up, revealing a tear-stained face. The boy brings his hand up to your face, to wipe it a little. "I'm sorry…I promise you that as soon as I get to the village I will take care of them. This will not stay like this" says ao'nung trying to comfort you. But he sees that this does not cheer you up. He knows how sad you must feel. You were the butt of these idiots' jokes, and they are already going too far with you. "Are you feeling okay?" ao'nung now sits down next to you. He sees how in your hands you hold some sort of notebook. He recognized it right away…it's that thing you always carry with you.

"It's been damaged…it's almost destroyed" you speak, moving some pages of your notebook. Which was wet. When they threw it on the ground, it had fallen near the water. You tried to pick it up, but it was too late. "But…Y/N. You were willing to let them hurt you for this thing" says ao'nung, touching the cover of the notebook with his finger. You look up somewhat annoyed. "This isn't just a thing…this belonged to my mom. She had her whole life here…what she had done and discovered in Pandora. This is important to me…this brings me closer to her." You cry, as you hug the notebook to your chest. Ao'nung decides to say nothing, and respects your space. Letting you cry and vent for a while. After a while…he comes closer to you. Stroking your hair, he wraps his hand around your shoulder so that you lie on his chest. He can notice, how your crying gets louder. And decides to hug you.

" Calm down" he says with a gentle tone. He feels you pull away a little, "Thank you for helping me…I was so scared" ao'nung can see your puffy eyes, and your pink cheeks. "You're welcome…and I'm sorry you had to go through that…but you shouldn't risk yourself like that. It's dangerous," says ao'nung, stroking your arm with his hand. Holding you in place, on your chest. "I know…but look" you move away a little, but not so much as to break the physical contact you had now. He can watch as you search through the pages. "See this?" you hold up the notebook so he can get a better look. It was a drawing of an aquatic flower, it was red with blue. He couldn't see it in detail, because the paint had begun to fade. "Mom wrote here that it is a flower that only grows in the deep sea" he sees as you drop your head on his chest. You sigh, as you wipe away a few tears. "How I wish I could see one… in this notebook is everything I want to be someday" you speak. Ao'nung enjoyed the moment, he liked listening to you talk about your dreams. "They are syulangs, they grow the depths and then they can live anywhere. They generate a kind of oil, it is good for the skin and has a very good smell" says Ao'nung, lowering his gaze. Noticing how your eyes widen. "Have you seen them?" you ask, at this point you had turned away from him. Taking his face in your hands, bringing your face closer to his. You were now inches apart, and ao'nung was getting nervous. You had never been so close to him.

He had never analyzed your beautiful features. You were strange…but beautiful at the same time. His tail began to wag back and forth. He didn't know what you were talking about, you kept on talking while he was unmoved watching, how you talked, moved your hands. Even how your nose wrinkled, every time you raised your arms. "Ao'nung…can you take me to see them?" you ask, now you had caught his full attention. "Ahhh yes…sure" the boy says. Feeling you hug him by the neck. "Ahhh thank you" you speak, now sounding calmer. He hugs you back, closing his eyes. They stay like that for a while, until you hear your brother's voice. "Y/N!!!" neteyam shouts.

"I'm here!!!" you shout back, watching as your brother emerges from the bushes. You pick yourself up off the ground, moving away from ao'nung. The boy stands with empty arms, watching as you run to your brother hugging him. "Where were you? Are you okay?" asks neteyam, making you turn around, checking for injuries. He can tell, your knees are a little scraped. "And this?" says neteyam, taking your leg in the air to get a better look. "Nete be careful !!!!" you shout, sometimes your brother could forget that you were very small compared to him. "I'm fine… don't worry" you speak. But you see how ao'nung approaches you. "That group of men were bothering her…but I was able to get there in time" says ao'nung. Neteyam thanks him, he had a long time defending his sister from those idiots. It was not an easy task. "Well…I think we'd better go home" says neteyam, taking your hand. He had noticed the looks ao'nung was giving you. "Yes please..I want to rest" you speak, moving closer to give ao'nung one last hug. hugging his hand tightly. "Again…thank you. See you later "you speak, pulling away from the boy.

A few minutes after you had left, au'nung decided to return to his ilu. But just as he took the first step, he noticed that you had left your notebook on the floor. He picked it up, and noticed that it was open at the page where the flower was drawn. He chuckled a little to himself, remembering with excitement that you told him everything. This little object was so important to you, you could give your life for it. It seemed silly to him, so he looked through the pages more. And he found a picture, in it appeared a woman with red hair, two men and other women. It had some words written in Na'vi, which said 'family' or 'my family'. Right next to that picture, there was another one…where you could see all the members of the family. But they were all small. Ao'nung looked at it with curiosity. So this was what you protected so much…you were adorable.

The night came, and as it was obvious. Neteyam had to tell her father what had happened. He couldn't help it, as soon as you entered the marui. Your mother saw that your knees were bleeding. So while you sat there watching your mother heal your wounds, you listened as your father scolded Neteyam. "I told you not to go away from her…if you go to the water. Your sister goes with you, otherwise you stay by her side" jake is a little upset. "Something serious could have happened" jake yells. "But it didn't happen…dad calm down" you speak from the other side of marui. You hadn't told anyone about what really happened to you and the disgusting comments those men said. You knew your father would do something crazy, and you didn't want to cause trouble. After a while, everyone is quiet going about their own business. You were playing with tuk, when you hear a tapping at the entrance of the marui.

Ao'nung was there, holding a basket full of flowers syulangs. The boy peeked his head to the side, meeting your eyes. He could see, how your eyes lit up. "Ahhh…mmm I brought something for Y/N" says ao'nung, you could feel the nervousness in his voice. You get up from the ground, and walk quickly to him. Everyone in the family looked at each other they were a little confused, but lo'ak's giggles could be heard. "Shhh shut up" you gesture to your brother to shut up. Moving closer to ao'nung, you both step further out of the marui, for some privacy. "Where? You brought them for…" you were interrupted when ao'nung put the basket down. "For you…I got them for you," says the boy. You put a hand to your mouth, you are surprised and grateful. No one has ever made this gesture to you…no one. "I'm sorry about what happened this afternoon… I'm sorry you didn't feel comfortable, I know it's hard to be you in this clan, but I want you to know" says ao'nung, taking your hands, to give them a little squeeze. "That I see you," says ao'nung. He could see how flushed you were getting. "Are you okay?" asks the boy, watching as you bend over and take the basket in your hands. And you run off to your marui. "Y/N wait!!! Your notebook!!!" yells ao'nung.

Watching as you run back, quickly taking the notebook from his hand. Not if before, taking his hand and dragging it down. Now he was at your level, and feels you reach over and give him a kiss on the cheek. "I see you too ao'nung" you speak, laughing a little, to quickly enter your marui. Leaving him alone there, flushed and surprised. His heart was pounding, he had to control himself. He didn't know how he had created these feelings for you, but he loved feeling them so much.

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 2) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Prepare for fluff!~

Part 1

Tag List: @ruh--roh-raggy @h4nluv @sleepy---head

Cw: CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce (more tags will be added later in the story)

The last shift of your first week at Freddy's was welcomed with open arms by the time it arrived. You had known it would be chaos dealing with children, change, tickets, prizes, the arcade and all the fun responsibilities that came with being a restaurant but by the Saturday morning, you were ready to have a day off and take off the shoes you'd brought to work in.

Two days in you had decided that the somewhat flimsy shoes you had originally brought with you were no good after you were tired of getting your toes stepped on by small children, so you had been and bought some still pretty but sturdy black boots to work in and ever since you had been minorly less injured by children. Minorly. Children were prone to being slightly feral when hyped on slightly watered down fizzy-drinks and pizza as well as surrounded by bright lights and colours.

Spotting a child trying to climb on stage, you sigh and walk over with a bright smile, gently tapping the kid on the shoulder and making them turn around as you bent down to their height. Your bright red vest and confetti blouse wrinkling slightly as you almost ended up kneeling on the sticky carpet, the kid's face scrunched up in annoyance at the intrusion of his playtime until he noticed it was a member of staff.

"Hey buddy! I've been so silly and forgotten the rules of Freddy's and you seem like a smart little man," You said brightly, watching the kid puff out his striped shirt chest and straighten up, trying not to smile that somebody at Freddy's had called him smart. "can you tell them to me again?"

"Sure I can! I can cause I'm smart!" He tried to lower his voice to sound more important, and it made your heart melt slightly as to how adorable it was. Nodding encouragingly as you waited for him to speak.

"Go on then buddy."

"Well umm... You gotta not run! That's the biggest rule and the biggest means it's first! Then um... umm, oh you've got no loud noises...Go to the bathroom? Know where your mommy is!...um...umm. Don't touch Freddy? Don't hit other people! and um..umm that's it."

"Well done superstar! What were you about to do when I came over?" You asked, knowing the kid was puffed up in pride and would walk right into the question.

"I was going to give Freddy a hug!" Suddenly looking sheepish as he realised what had happened and why you had asked him. His shoulders sagging and his lip pouting as he bowed his little head, making you touch his shoulder gently again to grab his attention, making him look up and reveal teary eyes.

"I'm guess he's your favourite?" The kid nodded and you reached into your pocket, pulling out a Freddy Fazbear sticker and handing it to the kid with some arcade tokens. "Well that's okay, but you have to stick to the rules buddy, although you get a prize for being such a superstar and remembering them!"

Standing up, any thoughts of tears from the child were gone and he ran back off into the restaurant to play whatever game was popular that day, or to make new friends about their favourite animatronics. You were always surprised to see how many kids 'played Freddy's' by collecting kids with different favourites and would huddle in groups, taking turns singing various songs from the pizzeria.

You jumped as you turned around and almost walked into Garret, clutching your heart thumping in your chest as you took a deep breath and composed yourself. He shrugged his shoulders at the fact he had been standing so close to you, clearing his throat like that would remedy it.

"What is it Garret? And if you say that the ladies need cleaning again, I did it twice yesterday, I'm not doing it today." You said, keen to move as you were aware that you were in front of the main stage and according to your watch it was only four minutes until showtime, confirmed over the tannoy which only seemed to hype the kids around you up more. All rushing to eat, drink and play before the next show as if they didn't happen every twenty minutes.

"No actually, Daphne has that today. But Henry said he needed you to pop into parts and services and find him a 'flux capacitor', in the labelled box and bring it to him. He needs it for the parts order next week." He shrugged and you squinted at him for a second before you nodded and thanked him for passing on the message, heading towards Parts and Services, a back room down the concrete back halls of the place.

It didn't take you long to find it, after a few minutes of searching and asking somebody where it was as they passed by. But as you opened the door, you noticed how cluttered it was initially. Sighing as you realised how long it was going to take trying to find a presumably small part in a mess of cables, boxes and half-built things you were nervous to go near in case they broke. The few dim bulbs overhead didn't help as you began to search, carefully picking up boxes or moving coils of wire to check the labels, wondering if there was any form of organisation as you opened up a large box labelled as 'fuses' and finding animatronic eyes staring back, cold and unblinking.

Sighing, you stood up again and took a half-step back to try and turn around and try not to disturb anything perched precariously on the workbench nearby. Your back hitting something unexpectedly and making you scream, throwing your hands up to cover your face and cowering back into the shelves as you startled. A large hand darting out over the top of you and gripping the shelf you bumped into to stop it from potentially tipping over.

Removing your hands from your face you found yourself confronted with a white undershirt that was stained with motor oil and grease from the animatronics, forcing you to look up and face the quizzical expression that was looking down at you. Grey eyes behind gold rimmed aviator glasses sparkling with amusement, deep brown hair and the slightest beard going on that had just started to grey closer to the temples. Swallowing hard, you blinked up at the unfamiliar man, mind racing along with your heart.

"Well I know I'm all dirty and shit but do I really look that bad?" The baritone voice chuckled, slightly gravelly and still somehow warm enough to make you melt slightly.

"N-No sir I'm so so sorry, I-I didn't mean-" You began to stammer before the man removed his arm from above your head, stepping back and sitting at a chair from the workbench, giving you a better look at him even under the dim lights.

He was shirtless, or at least, no proper shirt on but rather a white-tshirt. Giving you a good view of his broad shoulders and thick arms, the tight shirt giving you a good idea of a developing dad-body that still somehow screamed muscular and how tall he was as he stretched his legs out, crossing his arms and holding his biceps, making you glance at his hands and noticing how large they too seemed.

"Are you new here?" He asked, tilting his head to one side as he looked at you critically, his expression serious despite the humour in his eyes that you had briefly seen.

"Yes sir. I started this week." Swallowing nervously as you tried to look anywhere but the large man infront of you, occasionally meeting his eyes to be polite but otherwise trying not to stare, knowing your cheeks were already heated up enough and you could tell you were blushing hard.

"Figures, I'm going to take a gamble and say... Garret, that spotty teenage kid? Kinda weedy looking? Told you to come in here and look for something?" Hiding amusement from his voice as he sat observing you, thinking that perhaps you were too naive and sweet to be back in the grimy bowels of the establishment.

"Yes sir, he um.. He said I needed a 'flux capacitor' or something for the parts order for-" You didn't get much further as the man began to laugh, a deep bassy sound that made your chest flutter slightly as you heard it, definitely blushing if you weren't before. His face split into a grin, revealing a lopsided smile as he shifted and stood up again, once more towering over your much smaller frame.

"Yeah he's fucking with you. I'll admit, this is one of the more...creative... ways that a new staff member has been hazed." Chuckling still as he walked over to a different bench, making you realise that had probably been where he was stood before you bumped into him. "They usually get the newbies to come in here and bring random shit out, but actually having you look for something that doesn't exist, quite funny."

You felt your cheeks burning as he laughed at you and made you feel uncomfortable, squirming as you tried to stand for the scrutiny before you looked up at him tinkering away with something on a bench, realising that you hadn't seen him the entire week you'd been working there. It was your turn to cross your arms, clearing your throat slightly before speaking.

"You know, I don't know who you are. You're not wearing a uniform or a name badge, so I'd like to see some ID please." You said, holding out one hand and struggling to try and keep your composure as the broad and tall man stopped tinkering and turned his head to blink at you.

He saw you stood there, tiny compared to him and still trying to defiantly hold out your hand, demanding to see ID and prove that he was meant to be there. He tried not to smile as he reached into his slacks pockets and pulled out his wallet, thumbing through it until he pulled out two cards. His Fazbear employee card and his drivers licence, handing them over simultaneously and letting you inspect them closely.

You looked over them carefully, although it took seconds before your face paled and it fell. Body shaking as you realised how badly you had fucked up by demanding ID from the man.

"Sorry, we don't seem to have met before, I'm William Afton, co-owner of Freddy Fazbear's." Grinning widely as he plucked the cards from your hands and put them on the worktop before offering a rough, oily hand to shake. Taking a little humour in your shocked expression as you shakily took his hand, almost lost in his as you both shook and introduced yourself. Quietly giving him your name too.

"It's nice to meet you little lady, but I'm sure you have to get back out into the colourful world of Freddy's." He suggested, trying to contain his laughter as you swallowed nervously, avoiding his eyes again which was a small pet-peeve of his, but he was willing to be forgiving on that occasion as you had been caught off-guard by him and didn't know him yet.

Gesturing to the door, you allowed him to escort you there, turning back to apologise to him before he leaned against the doorframe and looked down at you with a grin, wanting to fuck with you some more before he fully let you go.

"You're welcome back any time though, Henry doesn't usually let the pretty ones come down here." He laughed darkly, making a biting motion with a slightly snarled lip at you and listening to the squeak you made as you practically speed walked down the hallway with an obvious blush on your cheeks. Chuckling to himself at the fact he had flustered you so successfully.

You practically burst into the restaurant and went straight onto your break, plopping down into the staff room and placing your head in your hands, groaning loudly as you tried to process what had just happened. Hearing the chair opposite you scrape back, you saw Stacey looking at you curiously, eyebrow raised as you just shook your head at her.

"So, you practically ran through the building like your ass was on fire, what's up?" She teased, making you shake your head again, face burning as you tried to repress your new image of William Afton and could still hear his baritone voice in your ears.

"It's nothing Stacey."

"Bullshit! Come on! Did you stare at one of the dad's too long or something?" She teased, poking at your arm and hands until you pulled them away from your face and revealed the heavy blush, making her laugh even more "Oh come on, what could have been sooo bad?"

"I met Mr. Afton." Stacey snorted as you said it, raising a sceptical eyebrow and grinning at you.

"Okay, and I mean, he can be weird but like, what else is there to-"

"Stacey I asked him for his fucking ID and employee badge since he wasn't in uniform." You decided to leave out the part where he had called you pretty and bit at you in a way that you were almost ashamed to say made your stomach flutter with butterflies, and the fact you had run into him. Physically run into him. And screamed when you saw him.

The encounter got more and more embarrassing the more you thought about it.

"Well...Shit." Stacey offered helpfully, patting your hand consolingly as you felt your body burning up in shame. "Guess you gotta hope and pray he forgets by Monday."

You knew you certainly wouldn't forget by Monday, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew he wouldn't either.

[jollmaster]

Now I have more questions.

With the technology being delayed, how was Charlie able to advertise the sanctuary?

How was Vox able to create TVs?

What do imps look like in your universe?

What is everyone's reason for coming and staying at the sanctuary?

How can you tell who's a sinner and who's a hellborn?

How does "marriage" work in hell, like with Lucifer and his wives?

Why did Charlie have children?

I'm getting the idea that whether or not a male is present determines whether the offspring is a fully anthro demon or a less intelligent demon. Is that true?

How would Charlie go about redeeming sinners?

What do the guests think of Charlie's methods?

thank you for questions ✌️ if you have more, ask

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• Charlie spread information about the sanctuary just the way people shared information before radio/TV/phones were invented, lmao

• rumors, pictures, street announcements, etc.

• besides, Charlie is one of the ruler's daughters, so her start-up was discussed by nobles and servants, and from them information went to the sinners

Vox and TV

• it was hard enough, but realistic for Vox: he had at disposal several decades, clear mind, technical education and the ability to build social connections to find help and resources

imps

• imps are the youngest among intelligent demons: descendants of spirits who ate animals' flesh

• they are often closest in type to the classic Pan/Faun, but more hairy

• appearance often depends on the region: swamp dwellers resemble frogs and amphibians, field and forest dwellers resemble goats and sheep, wasteland dwellers resemble lizards, cave dwellers resemble rats

• none of them has wings

everyone's reason

• Vega wanted to help sinners in any way she could after giving them a merciful death for three centuries, and find a quiet place

• Angel Dust escaped from contract with one of overlords (you know who) and asked in exchange for what he does best — like, you hide me, and I'll find anything you need or beat anyone (he has to be a janitor at first)

• Alastor doesn't care about redemption, — he's happy with his current lifestyle, — but he's interested in studying the nature of decay in detail, to see if the process is reversible, and to see where it ends up

• Husk just tired of the burden of years and, like Vega, wanted to find home: after losing status he would be killed in forest of self-murderers

• Niffty didn't really care as long as she was fed; she already knew Alastor (he found her on the streets of Dis and then found her a job in cannibal town), and when Alastor offered a new place, Niffty didn't even think a lot, she was used to working

• Cherri Bomb came after Angel — she was worried about him (Angel saved her when she didn't know where to go), and at first stayed only for Harvest time, but then she got used

• sir Pentious came consciously with a desire to repent and stay sane: he's close to fourth stage of decay

sinner or hellborn?

• in general, this is evident in appearance (sinners look less harmonious) and behavior, btw nothing prevents a sinner from learning to imitate local inhabitants

• another option is to look at the eyes (mortals most of all have the usual separation of round pupil and whites) and check the blood (humans' remains red)

• imps and younger demons are small in stature, roughly like hobbits in Tolkien's universe

• locals speak a different language (Yiddish/Hebrew/Vulgar Latin) and are often uninterested in modern human ones

• locals are much less care about clothes and don't feel vulnerable being undressed; sinners tend to try to dress up

concept of marriage

• marriage in the underworld works without sanctification and priests, and it's based on a common arrangement/business/land ownership/children; as a result, marriage for them is something between bargain, friendship and affection

• Charlie was going to start a family with Seviathan because of his nobility and wealth, but eventually changed her mind because she was afraid to have children with marine creature

• accordingly, polygamy isn't demonized (mostly it's the prerogative of the rich or nobility, but isn't forbidden for anyone); also they don't have anything against free relationship, marriages between relatives and so-called divorce if your spouse doesn't suit you

• Lucifer's case is a manifestation of status: he can afford several wives (besides, four is a sacred number), but prefers Lilith among them

why did Charlie have children?

• Charlie has them because she loves children, wanted children and could have them, that's all

• she makes no distinction between children and unintelligent inferior demons, goats are just as precious to her as normal babies

male precense and children

• yes, that's right: having a father adds diversity to the genes and allows for more developed offspring (roughly like honeybees)

• so female demon can have both full-fledged children and spirits/animals

Charlie redeems sinners

• at first, Charlie didn't intend to redeem sinners at all: she just wanted to keep them safe from exorcists, to calm down and call for the best in souls

• she came to the idea of redemption a little later, when she noticed positive changes in the psyche and recovery of memory in some of charges

what do the guests thinks of Charlie's methods?

• at first they think Charlie is a hypocrite

• then they think she's just stupid and crazy

• eventually they see her as a savior

[raphsmuneca]

𝓔𝓮𝓷𝔂, 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓷𝔂, 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝔂, 𝓜𝓸𝓮

[Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe] The Introduction

NSFW/18+/suspense/romance/softsmut/agedturtles

Yes, I’m back! 💕

The Introduction

𓆉✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•*:｡✩

‘It’s been 5 years now?! Well damn.’

For five unbearable years you’ve had to put a clutch on your womanhood because of the world’s most dominant MAJOR DICKS! Their names? Jerk, Asshole, Pansy, and Half-Wit!

Jerk, aka Leo, ughhh…. What is it with his monarch-like superiority? Given your exceptional teamwork, he’s never satisfied. If his balls were cowbells the resonant clanks would create structural damage to the roads that kept Manhattan’s traffic flowing. You’ve never seen a whiner less creative than he. When you first met him he was vehemently constructing new schemes for the new world of criminals, but now? He is just as boring as his daily cup of tea: green, no milk, no sugar, no steam, just cool green tea. Bleh!

And what of the orifice of all arses, you ask? Care to venture a guess? No need! He’s the one caricature in your mini series of sketches that remains as solid as his “musk-les.” Parodying his temper should make him easier to describe, yet he remains the same insufferable individual. No imaginary weapon or wily tool could crack through that thick skull. He was like that hidden underwater kingdom Aquaman was reaching for; except you lacked Atlantean armor and power. ‘Damn you, Raph!’

Then there’s America’s unrevealed gifted scientist and mathematician, “Dr. Pansy, MD.” He’s Mozilla’s next Firefox “X.” You’ve been treated like nothing but a demi-decade, shrinking violet by this blind scholar. He’s a walking firewall! You speak, he hums. You cry, he hums. You laugh, he hums. The same bland expression on his face makes you question both your humanity and belonging. His focus is strong, but it’s never on you. There was a time Donnie would join conversations to be heard, but now he's as unresponsive as a deaf mule.

And then there's the “half-wit” - I'm not mincing words!! He's obsolete and shows poor judgment, failing to consider the consequences for the rest of us. Are you all emotions and no substance, Mikey? He’s 25 and still can’t grasp the concept of responsibility! I know he means well, and his heart will forever be in the right place, but we don't need a showman; we need someone to hold down this fort since it's falling apart. And, as crazy as it sounds, he's the only one who can wake the rest up. Let's be honest, Mikey's the bass of this beat, and without him, there's no sound.

……

Here we are, after one of our misadventures led us to a faraway planet, at an unknown time, arranging our pre-planned escape, but I must choose to wed one of the four aforementioned idiots. However, with a twist of their own alien-like minds, they have decided that before my chosen one and I can marry, we must first make amends and recreate a romance for their benefit. They possess the technology to alter the ending, yet they permit the victim to select an ending of their liking before taking the next step, which, under my circumstance, means we are trapped in this hell. For their honeymoon, the newlyweds are allowed to travel anywhere in time only this once. That's our one gate! We've been stranded here for three weeks, with all escape attempts unsuccessful.

This is it! I have to choose one of these duds and pretend to care in order for us to make an escape; the problem is, which one do I choose, and how does that story play out?

I managed to convince them to let me tell all four untold stories before making a decision to improve our chances, but, why is it so difficult to go through with this? Because in the last year my bond with any of the turtles has declined. I struggle to hold conversations with them, let alone pretend romantic interest, even if our lives are at stake!

I’ve got quite the parody in my sketchbook, but they lit a candlestick to my ass with this one!

Here we go…

(Part 2 Leo’s Version <-)

Parts 3, 4 & 5 will be added accordingly… DO NOT REPOST!

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[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Weeks in Review (September 10-30, 2023)

I adore Godzilla Final Wars, but it's a movie with an identity crisis, unsure whether it wants to be headlining a Toho Champion Festival or mesmerizing American teenagers at a mid-aughts multiplex. @spacehunter-m's Final Wars 2004: The Year We Make Corn-Tack gives it a strong tug in the first direction, whittling the runtime down to 77 minutes and replacing most of the music and sound effects. She was inspired by Space Warriors 2000, of all things; as she put it, both films are "largely comprised of nonstop, monotonous action." As in that bizarro Ultraman compilation film, the kaiju trash-talk each other. It makes you wonder why Ryuhei Kitamura didn't at least bring back the speech bubbles from Godzilla vs. Gigan. Kaiju fan edits are rare, and this is in a class all by itself. Download it here.

Shigeru Kayama's novelizations of Godzilla (1954) and Godzilla Raids Again are out—hopefully the first of many to come. My copy only arrived on Saturday, so I haven't had the chance to read the whole thing yet, but I've made it through Godzilla. It's interesting to see Kayama, who wrote the initial treatment, take another swing at the story after the film was finished. He puts back moments like Godzilla eating a cow and attacking a lighthouse, and is also more overt with the wartime allusions. There's an incredible moment where Dr. Yamane muses that studying Godzilla and learning his secrets could be Japan's way of redeeming itself after "caus[ing] a great deal of trouble to people throughout the world." Note that these are novella-length, so much less in-depth than the novelizations of American Godzilla films you might be used to (Godzilla Raids Again is less than 80 pages). The book ends with an afterword by translator Jeffrey Angles contextualizing the tales.

Godzilla: War for Humanity continues to be a standout IDW miniseries. There's a new and very weird monster in the second issue, plus a no-nonsense Mothra (she tries to recruit Godzilla to fight Zoospora by shooting him in the back of the head and dragging him into the ocean in front of Minilla).

I've also got to mention the solicitation for another Godzilla Rivals installment, due December 20. Nola Pfau is writing, Megan Huang is illustrating.

Jen Onça is not excited to start her new, fast-paced fast-food career at Minilla Burger, but she'd much prefer a mundane day to the sudden return of Megalon! The monster brings destruction, trapping Jen in a forgotten lab deep beneath the restaurant with only the half-built form of Jet Jaguar to help her get out! She must repair the robotic defender to save herself and the city, but first she needs to escape the rubble trapping her in this tense adventure!

Yuzo the Biggest Battle in Tokyo, Yoshikazu Ishii's follow-up to Attack of the Giant Teacher, has also been picked up by SRS Cinema. No release details yet. I can't really speak to the film either, since it screened at the same time as Yumiko Shaku's panel at G-Fest, but as you can see from the poster, it's set during the pandemic.

The GAMERA -Rebirth- Gyaos has joined Godzilla Battle Line as an unusual sort of swarm unit. Your first summon of the match calls forth two sub-adults, and by the fifth summon you're sending out two sub-adults and three adults, still for four energy. They're probably the best swarm in the game, though still highly vulnerable to AOE units like Godzilla '01. I'm having fun with them in the Challenge Battles.

Notzilla, one of the sharpest kaiju comedies out there, is unexpectedly getting the graphic novel treatment. Mitch Teemley is adapting his own screenplay, with art by Zumart Putra. The comic is already finished, although I'm not clear on how folks who didn't back the Kickstarter (which wrapped on September 11) will get it. Useless trivia: the terrific cover above (one of four) is by Ben Dunn, who wrote the How to Draw Manga book I poured over in middle school.

After Troll shattered Netflix streaming records (according to Netflix), it's not super surprising that the company wants a sequel. Priority one: coming up with a title that's not Troll 2. Screenwriter Espen Aukan and director Roar Uthaug will both return.

Toy highlights of the past few weeks:

After confusing everyone by teasing its silhouette the day before April Fools', Tamashii has fully unveiled an S.H.Monsterarts Godzilla '72, a rare Showa figure from the line. It comes with two heads, one of them bloodied (see above). Due at the end of February.

After finally running out of ways to repaint their mold of Hedorah's Perfect Stage, Bandai is making a Movie Monster Series figure of the kaiju's Landing Stage. A Godzilla Store exclusive, it'll be released October 25.

After over two years, Funko is releasing a trio of Godzilla Singular Point Pops. Hopefully they go all-out with this show—it's not like there's any other plausible way for a Satomi Kanahara figure to exist.

[beardedmrbean]

Democratic Rep. Cori Bush of Missouri is facing a massive polling deficit behind her primary challenger, prosecuting attorney for St. Louis County, Wesley Bell, according to a poll obtained by the New York Post on Sunday.

Bush, who like other ‘squad’ members has been vocally anti-Israel, is now up against a 23-point deficit against Bell as her primary approaches on Aug. 6, according to the poll conducted by McLaughlin & Associates for the CCA Action Fund. In June, fellow ‘squad’ member Rep. Jamaal Bowman of New York was also confronted with a massive polling disadvantage after being outspokenly anti-Israel, going on to eventually lose his primary against now Democratic nominee George Latimer on June 25.

WASHINGTON, DC – DECEMBER 07: (L-R) U.S. Rep. Rashida Tlaib (D-MI), Rep. Ilhan Omar (D-MN) and Rep. Cori Bush (D-MO) speak at a press conference on the Israel-Hamas war outside of the U.S. Capitol on December 07, 2023 in Washington, DC. A group of Democratic lawmakers joined by members of Doctors Against Genocide called on a permanent ceasefire in Gaza. (Photo by Kevin Dietsch/Getty Images)

Like Bowman and other squad members, Bush has previously been criticized by pro-Israel Democrats for her comments and legislative action following the Oct. 7 massacre. Bush has continuously called for a ceasefire while at the same time voting against legislation that would condemn Hamas and antisemitism, prompting various pro-Israeli groups to endorse her opponent.

Shortly after Oct. 7, the House voted to condemn Hamas for beginning an “unprovoked war on Israel” after “slaughtering Israelis and abducting hostages in towns in southern Israel, including children and the elderly.” Bush, along with Democratic ‘squad’ members Bowman, Rep. Rashida Tlaib of Michigan, Rep. Ilan Omar of Minnesota and Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez of New York, all voted against the bill.

In February, Bush and Tlaib were the only two members of the House to vote against a bill that “imposes immigration-related penalties” on Hamas terrorists.

Many pro-Israeli groups, including the Jewish Democratic Council of America (JDCA), the Democratic Majority for Israel (DMFI) PAC and the American Israel Affairs Public Committee (AIPAC), have now publicly endorsed Bell over Bush.

“Mr. Bell’s record stands in sharp contrast to his opponent, Congresswoman Cori Bush, whose opposition to the Democratic agenda and longstanding enmity towards Israel was underscored by her vituperative statements and votes since the October 7th terrorist attacks,” Mark Mellman, Chairman of DMFI PAC, said in a press release. “We’re going to do everything we can to help Wesley Bell defeat Congresswoman Cori Bush.”

The poll surveyed 300 likely Democratic voters from June 28 to July 1 and has a margin of error of plus or minus 5.7%.

Bush’s congressional campaign did not immediately respond to a request for comment from the Daily Caller News Foundation.

[flailingfrog]

Nikole and Kit: Will Reading

TW : BBU/BBU-adjacent setting, dehumanization, conditioned whumpee, mentioned character death as a central focus

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So Nikole’s inheriting everything. There’s no way Nikole isn’t inheriting everything. She’s the only kid, her mom never particularly cared for any of her cousins, Dad’s been dead—Who else is it going to go to?

Don’t take her the wrong way: she’s obviously ruined inside from her mother dying. There’s a hole in her life now, a hole where used to sit a woman who could be depended upon to wear a stupid purple quilt coat with her pet in a stupid orange quilt coat sitting next to her at a formal fucking dinner, Mom… and that hole could be, if not filled, then at least stuffed with her mother’s formidable collection of assets. The house alone has to be worth, what, two mil? And she must be able to get something for the Platonic.

This is what Nikole’s thinking about as she waits to meet with her mother’s lawyer and read the will. Holly’s here, too, maybe getting one of those aforementioned quilt coats. There isn’t a good place for her to sit in here that Nikole doesn’t have to look at her, the walls cramped to make the waiting area more like a mini hallway than its own individual space, the plant at the end barely aiding in the illusion. If it was anyone else, maybe she’d be a bit nicer, but she can admit to herself that she is not the bigger person when it comes to Holly—Maybe it’s the way her and Mom could get going on about quilting, or her weird crochet projects—She crochets teeth, and not cute teeth like you might find on a sign advertising a dentist. Teeth that seem designed to disturb Nikole in specific—or the way she seems to think her tie dye crocs are an appropriate choice of shoe to wear to everything, including a will reading, or, honestly, one of a thousand other ‘quirks’ Nikole finds distasteful. She doesn’t like her. Sue her. She’s polite to her face and that’s what matters, right? She can’t decide what she’d prefer: Her next to her? Directly across? Anything but this barely in her eyesight thing she’s doing?

Judy opens the door leading to the offices, serving them both a smile warmer than the weather outside. “Sorry for the wait, ladies. You ready to get to business?”

It’s enough for Nikole to forget about Holly, at least for the moment. She picks her bag up from the chair next to her. “Whenever you are.”

She leads them down the hall, the same beige as every other room Nikole’s ever seen in this building. The sparseness of the halls, unpersonal look of the front office, doesn’t follow into Judy’s office, all bulky dark wood furniture covered in books and files, paintings of boats everywhere.

They all take their seats, Judy teasing the manila folder her mother’s will is in. Theatrics. “First of all,” she starts, eyes flicking to Nikole, “I’m very sorry for your loss.”

The hole in her threatens, for a brief moment, to swallow her. She smiles easily, swallows down it and all the agitation that threatens to flow out from it. It just wouldn’t do to get agitated. “Thank you.”

Judy nods, as if she’s done something important, and opens the envelope. Of course, Judy already knows what’s written there—She helped write it. “Now,” she begins, “Daphne’s will is a bit… unusual.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Holly’s face sets like she knows what Judy’s talking about, which isn’t fair considering Nikole certainly doesn’t.

“I need you to know, Nikole, I really did urge her against this, but she insisted the two of you were the most important people in her life and she needed you to get along.” Her face has been twisting into something as she keeps talking.

Nikole’s own face stays neutrally polite, even as the intense urge to shake her and demand she get to the point begins to overwhelm her.

Judy’s eyes search her face, only increasing the urge, but when she finds nothing, she sighs and passes the document to Nikole to read as she speaks. “Holly is receiving $25,000 from one of her savings accounts, you can see which one in the papers there. She’s also the executor and trustee of Paul and Kit’s… trust.”

Nikole can read all that well enough, granted in much more legal language, but she looks up at Judy regardless, attempting to maintain her same veneer of politeness. There’s a reason Judy hesitated, and she’ll be damned before she makes it justified. “The pets got a trust?” Sure, there’s other things making her insides sting, but none of the other ones are taking her money right now.

For the first time since they’ve entered the room, Holly speaks. “It’s not unusual for concerned owners to provide for their pets in the event of their death. And your mother loved those two very much.”

Nikole stares at her. “But fifty percent of what’s left after the house and your cut? That’s not right.”

“Well, Kit’s not exactly a dog. She’s got to be taken care of for a long ti—”

“Did you tell my mom about this?” It seems the kind of thoughtless, wholly destructive thing Holly would do.

“Your mother was worried about them. I gave her an option to protect them as best she could.”

Heat burns at her neck and face. Holly’s voice didn’t even waver. She really believes this inane shit. Nikole shuts her eyes, smiling tightly.

For a long second, there isn’t a single sound in the room.

Then, Judy says, “Your mother wanted you to care for them.”

She’d read that part. Frankly, she doesn’t want to. But the money… It kept coming back to the money, which, again, should’ve been hers in the first place.

Of course, Holly has to speak. She’s so gentle, like she doesn’t hate Nikole’s guts as much as she hates hers, as she says, “You don’t have to. I understand you’ve never liked her. I’m more than willing—“

And really, more than anything that’s what seals it. Because fuck Holly, and fuck the way she’s acting like she actually cares what Nikole might feel, especially when she knows it’s more about some stupid boxbabe than her.

“No, I’ll do it.” She turns to Judy with the most winning smile she can muster, but she must fall flat given the uncertainty that’s returned. Nothing she can do about that. “Who can deny a dead woman’s final wish?”

So Nikole guesses she has a pet Platonic now.

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@angst-after-dark

[hamsteriffic]

Help @samsimisauser ! I have gone down a rabbit hole, and much like Alice in Wonderland, need to have a good nap or am hallucinating.

I have found a few interesting things regarding the law in France and the hypothetical suing of Felix using Adrien’s image.

First up, there is no precedent law in France. While the US and UK and most other English speaking countries use common law which is based on precedent, the French use civil law, which means that the judges should not have any jurisdiction to make the law, they only execute the law. Seems pretty civil? [1] But since there are no real-life precedents of a possible sentibeing using your image for ill-intent we don’t really know what the outcome would be anyway.

So in the French civil code Article 9, or droits a l’image (Image Rights), protects your image from unauthorised use and covers concepts such as the right to protect one’s honour and the right to control one’s image [2]. The civil code has been extended over time and extends to privacy laws and more recently the use of your image in social media has also been added, which gives you the right to remove your image from Google or other platforms [3]. Other areas this may relate to may be printing of the person’s private life in the media [2].

For well known figures, use of their image is protected. For example, the use of famous French musicians Johnny Halliday and Sylvie Vartan or Gerard Depardieu have been protected. Exceptions for the use of your image may be freedom of speech or if your image is used for the purpose of parody or humour, as defined by Article 10 of the European Convention of Human Rights or the French Liberty of the Press, however significant hurdles and burdens of proof may be faced in the French court [3].

An example of how the application of the law can differ depending on your legal jurisdiction, Scarlet Johansson had successfully sued a French author for the use of her person in a book. If this was under American law, this would be covered by the first amendment, however under French law personality rights are taken seriously [4]. Since there is no humour or parody involved, this work would also not be covered by the exception.

Another question is if Adrien’s image is a trademark [6]. Natural objects cannot be trademarked, including humans and faces. Unless Gabriel Agreste can give an example as to why Adrien is actually a design and not a person, then that point stands. As such, a celebrity’s person is therefore again covered by personality rights.

Nevertheless there is marketability in being a celebrity and other aspects of celebrity culture, such as endorsements. As such, the US has publicity rights which grants a celebrity to merchandising monopolies, however this is not the case in UK or Australian law [6] and this issue as far as I can tell remains murky under European law and member states [7,8].

As a side note, in the UK and Australia for example, the celebrity may use the tort of Passing off, which can be used in the case of unauthorised use of their image, leading to misinformation and loss of trust in their brand [8].

The exception to this trademark rule in regards to the face lies in distinctiveness. Similarly, the European Union IPO has granted trademarks for the use of photos of people / portraits without text in the past (think Colonel Sanders) [9]. This faces a higher burden of proof to establish if a persons image is a characteristic that gives substantial value to goods. I would say in the case of Adrien’s face and it’s association with the Gabriel Agreste brand that it would be easy to define.

However would Felix’s own face be seen as his own and not Adrien’s? In the case of impersonations, it is recommended that the use of images of public figures must be clearly indicated that these are impersonations to avoid confusion [2]. Moreover, if the private figure has not received consent, the public figure may be liable to receiving compensation [2].

I haven’t taken into account the fact that Adrien is a minor, but his image was used with the consent of his parent(s).

This was fun! Happy to hear any other thoughts on this.

Sources

[1] https://verfassungsblog.de/dr-law-discoverer-and-mr-law-maker-the-strange-case-of-case-law-in-france/

[2] https://digitalcommons.lmu.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?referer=&httpsredir=1&article=1366&context=elr

[3] https://www.mondaq.com/france/trademark/1053964/parody-defense-and-ip-enforcement-in-france

[4] https://www.theguardian.com/film/2014/may/14/scarlett-johansson-sues-french-author

[5] https://www.plass.com/fr/articles/marques-et-droit-limage-une-decision-reconnait-la-validite-dune-marque-de-lue-constituee

[6] Weathered, Lynne. (2000). Trade Marking Celebrity Image: The Impact of Distinctiveness and use as a Trade Mark. Bond Law Review. 12. 10.53300/001c.5359. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/27828639_Trade_Marking_Celebrity_Image_The_Impact_of_Distinctiveness_and_use_as_a_Trade_Mark

[7] research-collection.ethz.chhttps://www.research-collection.ethz.ch › ...PDFExploiting publicity rights in the EU

[8] https://www.mdpi.com/2075-471X/3/2/181

[9] https://www.lexology.com/library/detail.aspx?g=684d0a57-8d70-4f95-b4f5-cc218c8f6354

[dawndelion-winery]

Acco do you have any cute comfort HCs you'd like to share wif me? I've been sick with possible strep throat and I am desparateeeeee

What is a strep throat is it a sore throat or sth

Umm, I only remember your biases being Scara and Dottore, and between the two, Dottore is more likely to be familiar with non-verbal communication. As always, he observes you rather thoroughly, and once he notices you're sick? Good luck doing anything on your own, he'll have you ring a bell or something to summon a subordinate to get anything you need. You want to speak to him? Too bad, you've lost speaking privileges, either gesture or write it because he's not responding otherwise

"No, shut up. I gave you a notepad, did I not? Write."

[paganwitchisis]

Elven Judgement Chapter 8

 Chapter Eight: The Abduction

Rating: E for Explicit

Summary: Set after the events in Baldur’s Gate 3, Tav and spawn Astarion are expecting a new bundle of joy when Astarion reconnects with his parents. Things don’t go as planned with the soon to be grandparents! Expect drama, suspense, fluff, smut and an overly protective Astarion!

Word Count: 1,897

Pairing: AFAB Female Tav/Astarion

Warnings: Smut, pregnancy, oral, anal, PinV smut, creampie, breeding (kink), hurtful parents, mental abuse, violence (bandits), blood drinking, blood (wounds), protective/soft Astarion, adult language, Assault.

Thank you @alyssac9 for proofreading!

AO3 link here!

Warning: There is violence in this chapter. The child will be ok but Tav gets hurt. You'll see!

Story:

Astarion focused on the ring and could feel her heartbeat quicken but she was alive. Astarion rushed back inside and alerted the men of what happened. Just then, Astarion’s mother came into the room flustered.

“I am dreadfully sorry for the delay. I couldn’t find anything to…” Astarion was pushing his mother back against the wall in an instant.

“What did you do to my wife!!” Astarion roared. Gale held Astarion back who looked disdainfully at the man.

“Calm down, Astarion!” Gale implored.

“What happened? I didn’t do anything!”  Silwen pleaded

“It looks like whoever was here used Dimension Door to grab her,” Halsin interrupted the conversation and approached Astarion with his analysis.

“I don’t know dimension door!” Silwen explained as she pulled away from the door. Astarion’s anger simmering against his mother.

“Then who would hurt her?” Astarion was frantic, until Gale put his hand on his arm and gave him a solution.

“We have many enemies, Astarion. I’ll find her.”

“How?”

“I can scry.”

Astarion waited as the wizard gathered the materials he would need to find his wife. Whoever did this was going to pay.

Half an hour earlier

Tav went to the balcony and looked out at the tops of the buildings. So much had been rebuilt since their fateful encounter with the Netherbrain last year, that one could hardly think it was the same city. Tav leaned against the railing when she heard movement behind her. She knew it wasn’t her husband because he was like a wraith when it came to stealth. He could seemingly fly over the floorboards with how light-footed he was. Tav went to turn around, assuming it was Halsin or Gale approaching her, when a familiar voice rang out.

“I will not have a human in the family! We will not suffer abominations.”

Tav would have spoken, except a crusted rag was forced into her mouth. Another rag bound the crusted one in her mouth and rendered her unable to speak. Tav knew the face she saw before a bag was shoved hastily over her head and magic carried her away.

Folas didn’t have anything innocent planned for her, she was sure, but she wouldn’t let anything happen to her child. Tav was hit on the head as her feet wouldn’t move in the direction she was being dragged in. Soon, about twenty minutes later, she could feel in her rings that Astarion was upset, and she idly wondered if they noticed she was missing yet. She was hit upside the head once again, the world growing dizzy as she attempted to peer around the sack on her head. She was abruptly stopped, and her world became pain.

Meanwhile, Gale was conjuring up a blurry image that, slowly, was getting clearer as they continued to focus on Tav. Suddenly, the image came into view and Astarion lost it.

In the images was Tav, tied up and bound, while she was being assaulted. A kick to the head, a punch to the chest, and finally another kick... to the stomach. It had Astarion seeing red. He couldn’t make out the assailant but something about them was familiar. If only he could put his finger on it. The image only showed the assailant’s hands and legs as they bent over Tav to hurt her.

“Where are they?” Astarion demanded, while Gale cut off the scrying technique. No good would come of watching her be accosted. They needed to act.

“I don’t know exactly. Not yet…”

“By the time you do, they would have killed her and my child! Assuming they haven't already,” Astarion muttered the last part under his breath, not wishing for the others to hear him. He hated waiting around! He felt helpless.

“I know those hands,” Silwen came forward and admitted. This made Astarion focus on her again.

“Whose hands? What are you talking about?” Astarion tried not to lose his cool, but his patience was rapidly thinning out.

“That was Folas. I’d know anywhere! He has your wife!”

“Where did he take her?”

“We have a room at the Blushing Mermaid. They were the only rooms available at the…”

Silwen was still speaking when Astarion, Halsin, and Gale bolted from the room. Knowing something bad was afoot, she ran after them and hoped they weren’t too late.

Tav, meanwhile, was shielding her stomach the best she could as Folas kept kitting her. He started with her feet and hands and gradually, went to using a small, wooden beam. He wailed on her back as she protected her stomach and curled within herself. He caught her face, her legs, and her backside, in addition, to her spine.

“Why!” Tav choked out since the gag was released when they took the bag off her head. The beam caught her ear and nose, making them bleed. She yelped and buried her face further into herself.

“You humans are vial, wretched creatures and need to be put down!” Another hit and another kick: “If my son won’t see the light, then he has to be punished as well!”

Folas pulled out a dagger and in anger, stabbed Tav in the shoulder. Thankfully, he missed anything important. She cried out in pain as the door was thrown off the hinges, a bear standing there instead. She never looked around to notice, since the sack was taken off her head, when the assault began, but as she glanced around now, she could see they were clearly in a room. The room was sparsely furnished, it had wooden floors and wooden walls. She looked up where the bear was and wasn’t surprised to find Halsin, who was transforming back into his human form. Astarion jumped out from behind the bear and ran into the room, punching Folas in the face, which startled him.

“HOW. DARE. YOU. TOUCH. MY. WIFE!” Astarion screamed out each word as he punched, kicked, or hit the man in some fashion or another. Astarion could have drained him dry, but he didn’t want it to be over that quickly for the man. This man dared to hurt his wife and dared to…

“Astarion!!” Tav called out as Halsin ran his hand over her body, green magic and aura surrounded her and Halsin and he looked upset with whatever news he had.

Astarion pulled away from the twitching man on the ground and ran toward his wife.

“What’s wrong? How’s the babe? Tav?” Astarion had a million questions but before he could touch his wife, Halsin stopped him.

“Don’t touch her! Her spine is damaged. She is critical; the babe is unknown. Do you have any potions?”

“One, I have one. Here, my love.” Astarion was seething inside, after hearing a short snippet of what was wrong with his wife. He kneeled in front of her and helped her gently drink the potion down. It was then, that he saw her cut ear and broken nose. “What is all wrong? I need to know! Please!”

Halsin sighed and replied, “Skull fracture, broken ankle, damaged spine, broken nose, stabbed shoulder, a couple of damaged organs, and more bruises than you’d feel comfortable with. I’m healing her spine, organs, and skull right now, but some of the broken bones may need to be healed in segments. I don’t have enough magic to heal everything at once!”

For this part, Silwen had heard the extensive injuries at the door of the room as she entered and saw Folas lying on the ground. Gale allowed her to enter and kept watch on the door, in case anyone else dropped on by or worked with the man. Gale called out from his post. “I wish I could help but I don’t know any healing spells.”

Silwen stood before Tav and watched as Astarion cried and rocked himself, scared and worried for his family, his future, as they lay there broken on the floor.

Silwen saw the glare of the dagger before he acted and watched as Folas leaped at the group with a dagger in hand. Silwen moved to the side and protected Tav from the dagger, earning her a stab wound to the chest.

Astarion jumped to his feet and bit the man who stabbed his mother. He pressed his teeth down hard and ripped out flesh as he drank. He never drank like this, but this man deserved all the pain and suffering he could manage. Finally, when Astarion was done, he pulled back to sheer chaos.

Halsin was expending himself to the limit as he was healing Silwen as well, so she wouldn’t die.

“Forget my skull, just get me kind of stable and save her!” Tav begged and Astarion’s heart felt crushed. His loving, caring, and kind wife was subjecting herself to so much pain, solely to preserve the life of a woman who treated her so harshly.

Halsin collapsed on the floor, his magic spent as he breathed heavily. Astarion was frantic.

“What now? What of the babe?” Astarion and Gale dragged Halsin to the side where he lugged himself in one of the beds provided.

“The babe lives but they are all critical. It will be touch and go while we wait for my magic to recharge.”

“Can I touch Tav or move her yet?”

“Her back and organs are healed... barely. Be very gentle with her.”

Gale was using magic to move his wife to the second bed in the room, while Astarion asked his other question.

“What of mother? Is she…”

“She’ll live as long as she doesn’t move much. All three are critical, Astarion. Now... I’m getting some sleep while I can…” Halsin let his eyes drift, and he was out cold within seconds. Astarion was angry, scared, anxious, and worried all at once. His wife lay on a borrowed bed and was struggling to breathe correctly. He sat next to her now that Gale had her on the bed. Astarion gingerly took off her boots and grimaced as he looked at her broken ankle. He was gentle and caring as he took the beam and with Gale’s help, made a splint out of the wood. He applied it to her ankle and looked up at his wife. She was breathing heavily, tears leaking out the corner of her eyes and Astarion would not let her writhe in pain as help waited on a recharge.

“Tav, my love, I’ll be right back. I’m going to get us a few potions.”

“No. Don’t leave me!”

“I can’t let you lay in pain.” Astarion gently touched his lips to hers, dying to push on further and deepen the kiss, but he didn’t; he couldn���t hurt her.

Astarion left after giving Gale strict instructions. He left Silwen on the floor and although the woman had saved Tav’s life, he wasn’t about to put his mother in the bed with his wife. Gale said he would figure out the arrangement and let Astarion run out of the Blushing Mermaid and into the streets searching for some aid.

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[hannimite]

Thank you for calling out the AlidaMortox account. I'm not an Alida stan by any means, but the way Mortox twists reality is becoming scary. The phrase: "when you're jealous of someone, you become obsessed, when you truly hate them, you'll leave them alone" looks accurate. She reveals her true envy by how much she pushes this narrative that Bill isn't the bio dad of O & M, or if he is, he wants nothing to do with them. You know why? Because she knows that Bill is tied to Alida for the rest of his life because of those kids. So her fucked up logic is that without the kids in the picture, Bill is free from Alida forever, and therefore she has a chance or something? lol.

Her own theories don't make sense. She says that these kids aren't his biologically. Okay, but then if she knows, then Bill must also know too. He's the one that's been up close and personal with these kids, you think he wouldn't know if they were his own or not? Or if he doubted Alida, he wouldn't get a DNA test done? So if Bill knows that they aren't his kids, then why was he still hanging around Alida even a year ago? He must love them. Not according to her lol. She keeps saying that Bill never sees them. Did Mortox install security cameras inside Bill's home? She accuses fans of being Alida stans when they suggest that just because we don't see his life 24/7, that doesn't mean he isn't with Alida. She goes ballistic when people use common sense like that. But she's allowed to infer all sorts of things from IG posts etc.

I think that poor woman is too far gone. She's invested so much time on this idea and can't let go.

Her true colors are revealed with the way she speaks about the kids. She despises them. She wants them gone. She wants them to disappear. It kills her to know that Bill loves them with his whole heart like any decent father would. She can't even accept the theory that maybe Alida and Bill did break up and they're trying to figure out custody and how to move forward co-parenting while he works so much away from Sweden. Even something like that makes her mad. It's not enough. Those pesky kids in the picture means that Bill's heart is already taken.

In a recent ask post she actually said that if Alida was turning the kids against Bill, then "why would Bill want to be around them?"😱 Literally insane. Any parent. Any human being with a heart knows that you fight for your kids. But Mortox thinks that Bill should throw them away with Alida and have a clean slate. Absolutely deranged.

Like I said, Mortox reveals her envy by how she talks about those kids. Bill and Alida are tied together for life. Until one of them takes their last breath on earth, they will share a common bond through those kids. Even if they end up hating each other. They are tied together for life. She literally can't handle it.

Thank you again for calling her out. Mortox needs to move on with her life because it's sad to see how far she has spiraled and how this psychotic fixation on Alida is ruining her mental health. Many of Bill's fans don't particularly like Alida, but I think most of us can enjoy the fandom without the threat of a restraining order looming over us. And if you don't think that'll happen, just watch.

How far further down that spiral will she go when in another 5 or so years, Bill is just working enjoying his life with or without Alida, but definitely with kids? Do you think her wasting more of her life on "exposing" Alida will have positive affects on her mental health or negative ones? Yeah, me too. I pity her. It's like she's a female incel and doesn't understand relationships and how adults function properly.

Sorry for the long rant.

No I really appreciate this, I’m glad I’m not the only one who despises them. They said I wasn’t a long time fan, first of all not a fan, I only followed them for the new news about B and A, i followed them a couple months prior, and when their account got “hacked” I followed their new one. I also have their back up account and two private instagrams they don’t know I know they have. They spit “facts” after “facts” about B and A, but where is the proof, She complains about her anons not giving any proof when all her posts are lies. How does she know bill doesn’t love his kids, she doesn’t, and it’s not her business anyway.

She has the audacity to call me pathetic, when all I did was call out her bullshit.

Even hash tagged my user name, way to “call me out”. Like that bothers me, it’s the fact that she is lying to her “fans” saying I wasn’t never following her, and I’m doing it for clout. Girl no, you’re so delusional you don’t know when to stop.

I really thank you for reaching out, I’m just glad I’m not the only one seeing her shit, we need to go to her other accounts and harass her. Here are her other accounts for those who want them.💖💖go mess her up💅

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The Library of Tusken Lore

Compiled by Bailey aka @kotemorons

Preface

George Lucas was wrong. Yes, I know he made Star Wars but the way he went about a surprising amount of things in it was very, very wrong. He had the right idea to take inspiration for a desert-dwelling indigenous culture from another desert-dwelling indigenous culture, but aside from costuming and basic props, the rest of the initial execution of the Tusken Raiders was flat-out wrong. He did not give them a language, the way he co-opted Xhosa for Geonosians, he instead had them speak in donkey brays and whines. Combining the rich imagery of Bedouin nomads with connotatively disrespectful noises for this culture’s language really speaks on how much effort was put into creating the Tuskens. Even the name we’re first given for them, ‘Raiders’ (not to mention the incredibly offensive ‘Sand People’) implies a violent, single-faceted motivation for their entire tribe group. Anyone who’s studied nomadic or indigenous cultures from an ethical standpoint can tell you that this reductive description is just plain wrong.

The recent Mandalorian series has started to patch the wounds of bad worldbuilding Lucas left on the Tuskens. They’ve given credence to a culture that would have difficulty hearing one another or reading lips, by building a novel form of sign language, and have involved them in hero arcs (killing a Krayt Dragon and teaming up with once-enemies) rather than the villain arcs we’ve seen them in before (Shmi Skywalker’s kidnapping and death, and knocking out Luke Skywalker in the Jundland wastes). This has ignited a new interest in Tuskens, and unfortunately, has also led to the unfortunate discovery that everything canon has to say about Tuskens is wrong.

Sorry not sorry, LFL. My friends and I are hijacking Tusken lore. Deal.

This library is sorted into several parts: The Cherry-Picked Canon, The Disney Canon, and the New Fanon. I hope this resource will help you in your own worldbuilding efforts. If you’re worried about possibly creating an insensitive representation of Tuskens, going in with positive intent (that is, the intent to depict them positively) is a battle half-won. The fact that you would worry about it at all is a critical-enough eye in my book.

So let’s find out what’s right.

The Cherry-Picked Canon

I’ve collected quite a few books about Star Wars. There’s an extremely rich amount of archival work that details the most intricate facts and figures you probably didn’t even know you didn’t know. Unfortunately, most of the information in these books about Tuskens is (as mentioned above) wrong. However, there are still some edible bits I’ve found that one can stomach. The below are those h’ors d'oeuvres.

What’s In a Name? A Tusken By Any Other Would Still Kill You

Tuskens weren’t always called that. The name is derived from the second settlement on Tatooine, Fort Tusken, which was attacked by the not-yet-eponymous raiders. In the wake of this attack, the raiders were given the nickname Tuskens, and it stuck for several hundred years after. (Vitas, 525) Several books in Legends call them the Sand People or Sandpeople, but I don’t like that so we’re sticking with Tuskens. It’s entirely possible that through cultural and linguistic determinism, the Tuskens eventually adopted that name for themselves, but it’s as yet unknown what they call themselves.

The name Tatooine comes from the Jawa name for the planet, Tah doo Een e, but it’s unknown what that means. (Vitas, 1507) By this linguistic history, it’s unlikely that the Tuskens would call themselves any variation of “Tatooinian” either. Tuskens make up only 5% of the entire population of Tatooine, while humans make up 70%. (Wallace and Fry, 118)

The first appearance of the name Tuskens actually comes from the very first rough draft of Star Wars, though the name was given to a group of elite Imperial troopers sent to hunt down Deak Starkiller’s allies and family. In the second draft, they became a specialized Imperial reconnaissance team. (Vitas, 1818)

According to Wookieepedia (which you should always take with a grain of sand) Tuskens have always been on Tatooine, and have been called Sand People since at least around 4000 BBY, during the Old Republic. Another uncited source on the wiki refers to Tuskens as Ghorfa to denote an earlier sedentary phase of their culture, and before then, shared a common ancestral species with the Jawa in the Kumamgah.

Culture, Clans, and History

Most books make frequent mention of the Tuskens’ way of life being violent, rigid, and unchanged over thousands of years. For instance, clan storyteller is one of the most important, and rigorously-trained positions in the entire clan structure, and the rites to become a storyteller are even more strenuous than that of a warrior or a fighter. To make even a single mistake while reciting the stories is known to have been met with death. Tradition and culture are very important to the Tuskens, and since they have no written language, storytelling is the only means of keeping their histories in the collective memory.

While nearly every book that mentions them speaks on their intense nomadic style, Tuskens are known to come into more-populated parts of Tatooine as well, and several locations around Tatooine (including Tosche Station) have bantha hitches outside. The rumored source of the centuries-long blood war between Tuskens and human colonizers (in addition to the whole colonization thing) lies with the first usurber of the B’omarr monastery in the Western Dune Sea, known more colloquially as Jabba’s Palace. The usurper, a bandit named Alkhara, had allied himself with the Tuskens to wipe out a police garrison near the former capital of Tatooine. After the successful incursion, Alkhara butchered the Tuskens who had helped him, and tensions have been unable to be settled since.

Like most tribes and cultures, Tuskens have a few “coming of age” rituals. Many children die in the harsh conditions on Tatooine, and only the strongest reach adulthood, and only the strongest of those survive their rites of passage. While many books like to specify that the only rite of passage for Tusken adulthood is killing a krayt dragon, this isn’t true. If it were, there would be no Krayt dragons left on Tatooine, and therefore no blooded Tuskens. Instead, Tusken rites of passage involve some great feat of skill or prowess, the magnitude of which determines their station among the clan. Common rituals involve raiding settlements for trophies, ambushing stormtrooper squadrons, completing great treks unassisted by the tribe, or protecting the tribe from attack. These kinds of things are buildable on a Tusken’s honor, so the more feats under one’s belt, the greater their rank in the clan will be. (McQuarrie & Anderson, 43)

One interesting coming-of-age tale observed by Senior Anthropologist Hoole is described in full here:

A solemn ceremony was held to prepare two Tusken youths for their journey into the wilderness. They were given totems, armaments, and water. Saying no words, and showing no fear, they mounted their banthas and headed off into the wilderness. The rest of the clan watched until the youths disappeared on the horizon, then returned to their lives as if it were a normal day. Several weeks passed, and the [Tuskens] said nothing of the two youngsters who had left them. Since they were not seen as people until they passed their test, no one would acknowledge them. Then, one day, a solitary figure on a bantha appeared on the horizon. One youth had returned, carrying on his mount the armor and weapons of four Imperial stormtroopers. Raucous activity erupted among the tribe’s membership. A bonfire was lit, food was prepared, and amidst great ceremony, the storyteller added the young Tusken’s story of bravery to the tribal history. Again, no word was mentioned about the other youth who did not return. It was as if he had never existed. (Lewis & Post, 151)

It’s important that the ethics of Hoole’s ethnographic research must be called into question. Hoole is of a species which can shapeshift, and he has spent many years disguising himself as a member of the different culture groups he is studying. This violates the informed consent of the observed group, and can (and will) result in extreme violence when unmasked. His embed with the Tuskens most likely forewent a great deal of context, which Hoole could not ask about or request clarity on without sacrificing his safety. As such, this perceived disinterest in the two young Tuskens lacks any kind of emotional context or depth which the Tuskens could have explained. And people wonder why they’re so secretive.

They are also known to dance around bonfires, and wear “spirit masks” fashioned from natural materials to use in rituals. Each tribe is different, and has unique traditions they practice.

Tusken clans are made up of 20-30 individuals on average, and travel in a straight line on bantha-back to hide their numbers in the sands. They make camp in natural rock formations, or in temporary tent shelters (called urtya) built from bones, hardened wood, bantha hide, and mud. Scouting groups typically went out in groups of two or three. Some Tuskens have taken over existing encampments they’d looted from settlers, like Fort Tusken, of which they bear their names from. In the summer months on Tatooine, they often seek more semi-permanent shelters, as to better accumulate rations, food, water, and supplies in the harsher months. Tuskens protect their oases on Tatooine with a ferocity unmatched by the other inhabitants. They believe the water to be sacred, and promised to them. One canyon in particular, Gafsa, contained a rare water well, and was fiercely guarded. The translation of Gafsa in Tusken means ‘the waking place’, which most likely makes it the cradle of civilization on Tatooine.

In addition to their own species, Tuskens often travel with any number of animals, including bantha, massiffs (large dog-sized reptilian creatures), and sandbats, which they use for their venom. It’s important to note that often in desert nomadic tribes, they travel with cats in order to keep pests at bay and to keep as companions. It wouldn’t be out of the norm to see a sand-tooka or two among individual tribes.

While the entirety of Tatooine is their home, Tuskens do avoid certain places. Near Mos Espa and on the infamous porracing track, there is an astonishing natural land feature called Mushroom Mesa by the settlers. Tuskens avoid the place as if it were cursed, but nobody seems to know why. (Lund, 10) Most of the areas on Tatooine inhabited by colonizers are avoided, though there are some places, like the Sacred Pinnacle standing within the center of the Mos Espa Arena, that were once pilgrimage sites full of caves for Tuskens to perform spiritual ceremonies and promote successful hunting seasons and prosperity. They’d long been chased out by the roar of podracer engines and tourists, but modern-day Tuskens regularly shoot at Podracers during competitions to avenge their ancestors, another coming-of-age ritual often achieved during the Boonta Eve Classic. (Lund, 14)

Another holy site for Tuskens is located in the Jundland Wastes. Ninety meters high and formed by ancient drainage channels, the B’Thazoshe Bridge (translated to “bantha horn turned to stone”) is the largest natural bridge on tatooine, and is considered a sacred site to Tuskens. It also marks the boundary of the Tuskens’ ancient hunting territory. Like allied sloops-of-war, Tuskens would let off rounds of blast fire before passing through in order to purge ill intent from their souls. To not do so would bring bad luck on the tribe. (Beecroft, 14)

From early childhood, the Tuskens wrap their faces and bodies in rags, cloth, and other protective gear, to ensure survival in the harsh Tatooine deserts. They see through eye filters which protrude from their faces, and wear masks to filter sand particles. Some books mention an almost religious adherence to keeping their faces and bodies covered, only revealing their appearances to their spouse in the privacy of their tent once they are wed.

Their relationships to their bantha are just as sacred as one’s relationship to their spiritual leaders. Younger banthas are cared for by Tusken children (known as Uli-ah), but upon reaching maturity, one Tusken and one bantha will be teamed together, and the emotional bond between the pair is difficult to endure separation from one another. Their bonds are so intertwined, that upon the other’s death, the remaining soul will fly into a rage, taking out any poor creature in its grief. Some Tuskens, upon the death of their bantha, will strike out into the desert alone on a vision quest, and if the bantha spirit wants that Tusken to join them in the afterlife, the Tusken will die. If not, another bantha will join that Tusken and allow them to continue living, and return to the tribe, reborn. Luckily, the lifespan of a bantha is around 80-100 years. Their horns grow at the rate of about a knob a year, and can go without food or water for several weeks, makingem well-suited to life on Tatooine. Bantha are also matriarchal, and wild banthas are led by a dominant female. (Hidalgo, 24)

The language of the Tuskens is made mostly of chants and gestures, dissimilar to any known language so far. More about the Tusken sign language will be in the Disney Canon section. Historically, Tusken names begin with one of three letters (in our alphabet): A’ (like A’Sharad, and A’Yuqw) for men, R’ for women, and U’ for unisex or nonbinary names. K’ can also mean daughter of, and A’ can mean son of. Some sources say Tuskens also know rudimentary knowledge of Huttese and Jawaese, as they came into contact with these languages quite frequently. Some protocol droids could be equipped with a Tusken language pack, allowing them to speak and translate the Tusken language.

Tools, Tech, and Weapons

Tuskens seem to favor two types of weapons: gaderffii, or gaffi sticks, and projectile hunting rifles also known as slugthrowers. Some books mention that Tuskens build both by hand, and are reinforced by rare tractl wood only found in hidden Tusken oases. Because of the sturdiness of these Tusken rifles, they can also be used as melee weapons, though the gaderffii seems to be the favored weapon there. (Blackman, Weapons and Technology, 47)

The gaderffii is the most visible symbol of the Tuskens, as it’s the traditional weapon for every tribe. They’re short polearms, with one edge sporting a double- or triple-edged axe and spearing blade, and the other end bearing a weighted club and stabbing blade. This combination gives Tuskens the ability to initiate nearly any type of attack. The spearing blade (axe end) is used to fend off large predators or to attack from a bantha at full charge. The stabbing blade (club end) is used to carve into rock to denote territory, or, as shown in The Mandalorian (S2E01: The Marshall), as a bantha toothpick. Gotta keep those teeth clean. The axe is capable of decapitation or limb severing, as well as cutting into thick tree trunks and foliage. The club can be used to stun prey, knock victims to the ground, or crush stormtrooper plastoid armor into a billion pieces. Some Tuskens dip the bladed edges in sandbat venom to increase this weapon’s lethality. (Blackman, Weapons and Technology, 73)

The crafting of a gaderffii can be made from practically anything, like most bladed weapons over history. They can be made from scavenged durasteel, krayt dragon bones or horns, solid tractl wood, or anything else found in the Tatooine wastelands. Nomadic tribes don’t often have access to armories and weapons shops, so they have to make do with what’s available. They are used not only for acts of violence, but in everyday settings as well: grinding and digging up food, cracking open hubba gourds, and even in the intimidation displays to determine clan ranking. Typically, Tusken chieftains carry the largest gaderffii in the tribe. (Blackman, Weapons and Technology, 73)

Some books mention a “Tusken aversion to technology” but it seems rather misinterpreted: not many nomad groups would want anything to do with delicate circuitry that may get ruined by sands. Even now, Bedouin tribes and other Northern Sahara tribes find Nokia phones reliable, though they’re quite anachronistic by “modern” society. (McQuarrie & Anderson, 21) Their lack of a reliance on moisture farming machines like vaporators means that they closely and fiercely guard the oases in the Dune Sea and beyond.

Tuskens do not often use landspeeders, speederbikes, or swoop bikes for that reason. A lack of reliable fuel and an inability to keep sand out of the machinery makes them more of a hassle than a luxury. Instead, they rely on banthas, great furry and horned creatures the Tuskens have domesticated over thousands of years. It’s been proven incredibly difficult for anybody but the Tuskens to try to train them, as the secrets for bantha-rearing are as closely guarded as the locations of their sacred oases. (McQuarrie & Anderson, 29)

Some books mention that the Tuskens could have simply commandeered one of the sturdy Jawa sandcrawlers, great rolling fortresses run by the diminutive native species. The issue here is that while the Jawas are all-around smaller than the average human, Tuskens are just the opposite. Their species (unspecified) is anywhere from a half-foot to a foot-and-a-half taller than most humans. Banthas have no overhead to bonk their heads on, so banthas will do. Sandcrawlers had at one point been ore-hauling vehicles, but the near-total takeover by the Jawas and the further renovations they’d done to the insides made them near-inhospitable for anybody taller than four feet.

Notable Tuskens

Sharad Hett

One of the few humans ever to willingly join the Tuskens, his place among them won through great combat prowess. Hett was a former Jedi Knight who exiled himself on Tatooine after the destruction of his homeworld. He rose to be a clan leader and was eventually killed in an altercation during Gardulla the Hutt’s attempt to overthrow Jabba’s reign. (Ryder, Ultimate Visual Guide, 27) He had a wife, K’Sheek, a human woman who had been adopted into Tusken culture when she was a girl. His son, A’Sharad Hett, was also raised Tusken.

A’Sharad Hett

Son of former Jedi Knight Sharad Hett, he was raised on Tatooine until his father’s death, where he was brought to Coruscant by Jedi Master Ki-Adi-Mundi. He stayed true to both his Tusken upbringing as well as his Jedi training throughout his life. Decades after his father’s death, he would eventually fall to the dark side and become Darth Krayt, named for the krayt dragon on his homeworld.

The Disney Canon

When Disney acquired the rights to all Lucasfilm properties, including Star Wars, it was met with a lot of skepticism. Five movies, a final season of the Clone Wars, and Star Wars: Rebels later, we still haven’t heard more about the Tuskens. Cool. But then, as the flagship series on their new streaming service, Disney+, The Mandalorian opened a new door to as-yet-unexplored Star Wars lore far away from any Skywalkers or Jedi. It was an incredible surprise that the protagonist not only visited Tatooine, but was able to communicate with both native species (Jawa and Tuskens) in two different episodes! He offered no personal judgment on the Tuskens, didn’t even call them Sand People, like his conniving counterpart, Toro Calican. He negotiated calmly and respected their ways, and they respected his life.

It was bittersweet knowing we were seeing probably the end of our glimpse of Tuskens again on the show, but SURPRISE! More Tuskens in the Season 2 premiere! Not only that, they were seen as heroes, and were a vital part to the protagonist’s victory over the krayt dragon. With a little positive attention back on the Tuskens, fan interest exploded over it.

TSL

In addition to formulating an entirely new form of sign language with the hiring of an actual Deaf actor, Troy Kotsur. In fact, his involvement with the series goes all the way back to Season 1, and Kotsur played the Tusken who signed back and forth with the Mandalorian in negotiations for passage through the Dune Sea. Known lovingly as TSL (Tusken Sign Language), a very active Facebook group devoted to learning the language sprung up in November 2020.

Disclaimer: I do not know ASL or any other sign language, but I’m going to try and attempt to describe what the language looks like, and how communication works between Tuskens.

Kotsur makes mention of the development for the language NOT being like ASL, but the sign for “Mandalorian” is based on the helmet and letter-sign for M. In practice, you hold the three middle fingers of your right hand (index, middle, and ring) straight out, while linking your pinky and thumb together. Then, you make a motion from right to left across your eyeline with the sign, and then down the center of your face, top to bottom, like you’re tracing a Mandalorian helmet visor.

Here is a post that seems to be approved of in the TSL Facebook group:

The above post has not been confirmed by TSL creator Troy Kotsur, though he is a member of the group. I’ll update this with other info as it comes up.

Boba Fett… Tusken?

With the hint at the end of Mandalorian Chapter 5: The Gunslinger implying that Boba Fett had made it out of the Sarlacc, speculation rose and rose. At the end of Chapter 9: The Marshall, however, we got confirmation: Boba is back… and apparently shopped at the same place the Tuskens did. He was pictured against the binary sunset, wearing black robes in a similar style to that of the Tuskens, and bearing a long-barreled rifle and gaderffii, just like the Tuskens we’d seen helping Mos Pelgo against the Krayt Dragon. When he again showed up in Chapter 14: The Tragedy, we got to see him use the business end of both weapons against a legion of stormtroopers.

Many questions about Boba Fett’s revenant return were left unanswered, and had no sign of being resolved anytime soon. The show couldn’t have possibly gone back to Tatooine a third time, right?

Wrong, of course. The post-credits sneak preview of Boba Fett and his new associate, the undead Fennec Shand, swooping in to take over Jabba’s Palace. The Book of Boba Fett is set to release on Disney+ in December, and hopefully we’ll see just how the quiet bounty hunter came by those robes and weapons. More speculation in the Fanon section, though.

Obi-wan Kenobi

Another Disney+ mini-series being released in early 2022, this show is rumored to take place entirely on Tatooine, and as a result, we may get more canon lore on the way!

The New Fanon

Obviously since there are some gaps in the story, there’s a natural inclination to lean into fanworks. Here are some fanworks that do an excellent job characterizing Tuskens from fanfic writers.

moments before the wind - kotemorons (Rating: Mature)

Had to plug my own fic in here. Tuskens are in named tribes that know of one another, and there is a spiritual leader named the Eater who exorcises darkness from certain Tusken souls. Din Djarin, the Mandalorian, and Boba Fett, both spent a significant amount of time with the Tuskens and are fully-blooded in their cultures, and share in that cultural common ground.

Atin’tuur - kyberpistol (Rating: Teen and Up) @kyberpistol

Boba Fett is taken in by a clan of Tuskens, and is healed after the sarlacc. He meets another clone who had deserted from the war, and had joined the Tusken tribe. Excellent characterization of Tusken medicine and care. Just because a culture is nomadic and averse to technology doesn’t mean they can’t still provide medical care.

a simple thing - iridan (Rating: Explicit) @ryehouses

This is a kinky BobaDin fic, and it has amazing Tusken lore baked into it. The author’s notes on their crafting of Tusken imagery is very well-researched, and a delight. There aren’t many purely-lore chapters, but it’s a great read.

A Wandered Man, Call Me Sand - Johayc (Rating: Teen and Up) (I don't know if they have a Tumblr!)

Din Djarin and Grogu seek shelter after the opening events of The Mandalorian Chapter 10: The Passenger. Embedded with a Tusken group, he befriends and learns more about them, and their similarities to his own culture.

The Theory of Harmony - robotboy (Rating: Explicit) @r0b0tb0y

Deaf Din Djarin has spent time with the Tuskens, and learned their signs. This fic uses Auslan (Australian Sign Language) but does an excellent job at explaining reasons behind using signs that work extremely well with canon’s non-explanations.

If you know of another fic that deserves to be on here, please let me know!

Bibliography of Disappointments

Beecroft, Simon. Inside the Worlds of Star Wars: Episode II: Attack of the Clones. DK Books. 2003.

Blackman, W. Haden. Star Wars: The New Essential Guide to Weapons & Technology. Del Rey Books. 2004.

Hidalgo, Pablo. Star Wars Character Encyclopedia. DK Books. 2016.

Lewis, Ann Margaret & Post, R.K. Star Wars: The Essential Guide to Alien Species. Del Rey Books. 2001.

Lund, Kristen. Inside the Worlds of Star Wars: Episode I: The Phantom Menace. DK Books. 2000.

McQuarrie, Ralph & Anderson, Kevin J. The Illustrated Star Wars. Bantam Books. 1997.

Reynolds, David West. Star Wars: Attack of the Clones: The Visual Dictionary. DK Books. 2002.

Ryder, Windham. Star Wars: The Ultimate Visual Guide. DK Books. 2005.

Vitas, Bob. The Completely Unofficial Star Wars Encyclopedia v2.03. Unknown Publisher. 2000.

Wallace, Daniel & Fry, Jason. Star Wars: The Essential Atlas.

A Final Note

Tuskens are obviously a rich and underdeveloped part of Star Wars Culture, despite them being there from the start, back in 1977. I’m not going to tell you to stick to canon like glue (I’d be a hypocrite) but I do encourage you to find inspiration from other existing nomadic cultures, and indigenous desert tribes. You’ll learn something amazing, I promise. When making your own interpretations of Tuskens, ask yourself if it’s at all a stereotype or lazy characterization for a desert tribe. If the answer is anything but no, dig a little deeper. Thank you.

If you have anything else you would like to add to the collective lore I’ve written about here, please let me know.

Love,

Bailey