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bunnyreaper · 2 years ago

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i still get jealous

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader, minor niran prukamanee x f!reader wc - 1414 warnings - flirting, jealousy, mild sexual content notes - niran crush is developing but... i can’t cheat on my baby gabe so here is the product of that... ill add a follow up chapter... eventually? also on ao3

"Hello there."

A smooth, eloquent voice cuts through your thoughts, diverting your attention from spectating the bartender to the man that's appeared at your side. When you turn, the last person you expect is the VIP, the man of the hour himself.

"Oh, hi!" You offer him a bright smile, somewhat taken aback by how radiant he is close up, and how he somehow manages to appear delicate and imposing at the same time. "Niran, right?"

His handsome face splits into a grin, his eyes lighting up with joy. "The very same. I assume you've heard of me?" He purrs, as if the entire party isn't dedicated to his arrival.

"You're all anyone will talk about around the base." You reply, taking a quick sip of your drink.

New arrivals are always welcomed with open arms, especially when they seem to be gaining adoring fans at an alarming rate.

When Kiriko was brought to the base, everyone was happy, but with news of Niran's arrival, most of the women and plenty of others were going absolutely nuts.

As he takes a seat next to you, his scent catches up to you—uniquely floral, a good balance of delicate notes and unforgettable aroma.

"Good to know that I've made quite the impression." He sends a wink your way, which you hate to admit makes you blush.

You sip desperately at your drink, hoping the alcohol will chase away the fact that, from a purely objective standpoint, he's incredibly attractive.

He looks good in pictures, but you never quite got the appeal until now, as he sits before you and steals your attention. "I'm sure you're more than used to that." You comment teasingly, as you know there's no way he's clueless about the effect he has on people.

"Perhaps." He chuckles, an angelic sound leaving his lips. "You never told me your name."

"Y/N." You offer, giving him your hand to shake, more as a formality and act of politeness.

"A beautiful name for such a beautiful flower." He coos, a certain look in his eye as he takes your hand. Peaking through fluttery lashes, he presses a kiss to your skin. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You too, Niran." As you begin to laugh.

Indulging him with some seemingly harmless flirting was one thing, but he was clearly a man on a mission.

This would make a great story later.

"How are you enjoying the party?" Niran asks, cutting through your thoughts once more.

"It's nice, I'm a little dead on my feet from extra training today, but, commander's orders..." You sigh, giving him a shrug and a smile.

He leans in, coming even closer into your personal space, in a way you find both amusing and suffocating.

"Your commander likes to work you hard?" He asks, a genuine spark of interest in his eyes.

"Oh, you have no idea." You giggle, taking more sips of your drink.

In fact, you could say the Commander has it out for you personally.

"I can help with that." His voice is flirtatious once more, and the offer takes you by surprise.

"Oh?"

Niran leans back, a beaming smile on his face as he conjures a sparkling, ethereal pink rose, before he offers it to you like he would a lover.

"It's so pretty." You gasp, fascinated and transfixed by the display.

The flower sits gently upon his fingers, magically persisting despite having appeared from nowhere—you've obviously not seen his use of Biolight in person before.

"Take it. You'll find you feel quite rejuvenated."

You hesitate, wondering about the implications of accepting the rose, and yet fascinated by the chance to experience its healing effects for yourself.

You reach out and take the stem, and as you cradle it between your fingers, the pain in your muscles seeps out of you. "Wow." You gasp.

"Am I interrupting something?"

You don't need to turn to know Gabriel has chosen the perfect time to make his appearance at your side.

"No." You supply quickly.

"Yes." Niran speaks at the same time, and you can't help but laugh.

"Niran, this is Commander Reyes." You fight to keep the smile off your face, finding some amusement in both the realization Niran is about to have, and the jealous waves rolling off of Gabe.

"Oh, the martinet you mentioned earlier." He retorts, without skipping a beat, and yet the smile he directs at Gabriel is perfectly polite.

You thread your arm around Gabriel's waist, pulling him closer to your side. You welcome the feeling of him so close. "And... my boyfriend."

"Oh!" Niran gasps, and you expect his expression to fall, yet his smile seems to beam wider. "Well, I suppose it makes perfect sense that such a beauty would be spoken for, and by such a fine specimen, too." Niran's sultry gaze turns back to Gabriel, unperturbed by the frown on the older man's face.

"He is fine, isn't he?" You giggle, your hand slipping down to squeeze his ass teasingly.

"Doesn't sound like that's what you were saying earlier." Gabriel mumbles as his gaze breaks with Niran's and he faces you, a quietly annoyed look in his eyes.

"Well, you are a hardass too." You laugh once more, and keep your hand on the aforementioned hard ass.

"You make quite the couple." Niran comments, seemingly leaning in to both of you. "Are you open to another?"

A choking sound leaves you in an instant, as Gabriel's eyes go completely wide—shock is not something you're used to seeing on him.

"Uh, we'll get back to you on that." You reply, struggling to hold back your laughter. You rise from the barstool, and thread your arm in Gabriel's as you intend on tugging him away. "It was nice meeting you, Niran."

Your tone is polite despite your clear intention to leave.

"You too." Niran grins, still unperturbed, his eyes flicker to Gabriel once more as he offers the man one final sultry look. "Both of you."

You and Gabe weave through the throngs of people until you make it to a more secluded area of the room.

Gabriel still looks a little taken aback. "Did he start flirting with me too?"

"I... think so, yeah." You respond before finally letting free your laughter.

"Huh." He comments absentmindedly, before he turns and tugs you closer to him. He peers down at you, a questioning look on his face. "I didn't know you were into prettyboys."

The way he says prettyboys is quite clearly derisive.

"What gives you that impression?" You giggle, really taking pleasure in Gabriel's possessive display. It's not the worst he's been, or the most dramatic, but it still riles you up nonetheless.

"The doe eyed look you were giving him, your little giggles." His jaw tightens as he talks.

You know he trusts you fully, yet you also know there are just some emotions that overwhelm him easily.

"Somebody's jealous." You coo, as you rest your hands on his chest and cast him a cheeky look.

His arms wrap around you, holding you tight and close. "Not jealous, territorial."

"Don't worry, my real type is still tall, dark, handsome, and called Gabriel." You beam up at him, as you truly wouldn't even consider actually entertaining anyone else's affections.

In the arms of your love, you feel completely at home. Looking up at him now only reminds you that you're right where you belong.

"Good to know." He replies, then begins to haul you away by your arm. "But just in case, I think you need a reminder."

"We're ditching?" You ask, as you struggle to keep pace as he heads back through the crowd.

He comes closer as the two of you move, his head dipping down beside your ear. "Oh, you'd rather stay at the welcoming party of your new friend?"

"No Gabe." You still him for a moment, as you return his whispers.

"Good." He grunts, resuming your journey once more.

When you're out of everyone's earshot and on your way to your quarters, Gabriel slams you into the wall of the hallway.

His hands come to your waist, pressing you in as he traps you against the hard surface. His eyes are dark and stormy.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget his name." He growls. "And your own."

He presses his growing erection against you, as he comes to whisper to you once more.

"My name will be the only one you remember."

#gabriel reyes x reader #niran pruksamanee x reader #reaper x reader #lifeweaver x reader #reaper overwatch #lifeweaver overwatch #overwatch x reader #gabriel reyes #niran pruksamanee

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iquestionlife · 5 months ago

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”A gift?”

Thank you @annaarcana for your request! I hope i did it justice <3

Castin x Baroness

Genre: Fluff

~Summary: Just Castin being the standard and giving the Baroness her a birthday gift~

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The sounds of various things rung in her ear, the winds blowing, the sound of various types of footsteps of people she knew walking around their manor. Some imperial maids, some Intacian maids, as well as guards patrolling and sometimes chatting with each other filled her ears. A clock could be seen hung on the wall making it’s usual -and rather tedious- sounds , often merging with the sound of paper rustling.

The baroness was inside her office working on her papers and, next to her neatly stack of papers was tea and some pastries.

Despite the rather calm and productive atmosphere she felt a sense of unease pool at the bottom pits of her stomach.

Where was Castin?

Yep, his plan was royally screwed. Frankly, Castin had some level of confidence to be able to pull this whole birthday thing off ,but now he was somewhat doubting himself.

Asking some of the Imperial maids had gotten him nowhere. Nothing. They either gave him polite shrugs or suggested he ask Lilia.

Turns out, he also wasn’t any help. Though Lilia did suggest getting her something that was meaningful.

But what?

Castin knew damn well, that she was not one to celebrate such ‘menial’ and ‘unimportant’ days. God, he could hear her voice in his head already.

He had done anything and her birthday was literally tomorrow. He even asked Reyes…much to his mild irritation. Yet, even Reyes didn’t have an answer.

Walking around the town, his eyes searched around for anything that could be worthy. Something meaningful. Something she’d appreciate. Something she’d like.

A necklace with a locket in the shape of a book caught his eye. It was silver and clearly handmade ,but of good quality.

Finally, he had his idea.

“Castin what did you do this time—“

“Come on babe, have some faith in me,” He grinned from ear to ear. Honestly, it would be endearing had he not dragged her from working. Furthermore, yesterday he’d been out the entire day with a simple ‘ oh, yeah im going out for a bit! Love you!’ .

“Pleaseee? Just close your eyes if you love me.” He asked one more time, to which the baroness just sighed and obliged much to her disgruntled disagreement.

The sound of shuffling and moving around filled her ears. Then paper, then..some sort of metal on wood? The weight on the bed shifted, she could feel him sit next to her cuddling into her side to which she relaxed next to him sighing despite still having her eyes closed.

“Alright open up your pretty little eyes”

And sure enough once she did, she saw a gift box, small but neatly wrapped in a mix of white and silver box. Eyes widened, and she glanced right at Castin who was back-hugging her his face nestled right on her shoulder ,his smile absolutely infuriatingly handsome.

“Happy birthday~”

“…Castin this is…you did not—“

“Ah-Ah-Ah-. Shhhh. No. Nada. No. I did. Today is your birthday. The day you were born. To you, it’s another day ,but to me had you not been born i would not have married my smart, gorgeous, sexy wife. So, no complaining.”

She looked at him ,uncharacteristically a bit flustered, her ears pink. Reluctantly, her once tense shoulders slumped against him and she stared at the box unsure. She reached out for it carefully, holding it gently. As if it were the most precious thing she’d ever received. Castin squeezed her ,as if silently encouraging her with a large grin on his face that it was okay and she could take her time.

Unwrapping the gift carefully, she pushed the wrapping paper aside and was met with a rather elegant small box that felt…like it had a lot of love put into it. Nothing like her jewelry collection and yet…somehow she felt like it was a comforting embrace and Castin was just adding to that with his cuddling. Does he not know the effect he has on her? Certainly not.

Opening the box, there laid a necklace with a locket in the shape of a book, then Castin’s hand covered her’s. He guided her hand to the locket and opened it.

A literal book. It was a literal miniature flip book with pictures of them drawn in a way to show them dancing.

Cradling the necklace in her hand she turned her head to Castin and kissed him before whispering a small yet grateful and vulnerable.

“Thank you…”

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Thank you once again for the request! I hope this was to your liking! <3

#castin hammer #baroness desmond asmr #desmond asmr #desmond asmr castin #fluff #request

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born-in-hell · 7 months ago

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WHY Q!BADBOYHALO IS PROBABLY FED:

SPECIAL GUEST THEORY - THE MASTERPOST

Important Information!

Hello! This post was written in january and febuary, before the workers at Quackity Studios came out with their stories. Ever since then, i haven't been following the QSMP as a server, despite still writing a fic based on it and following the situation with the workers somewhat closely. I just can't care about it as much as i did. Im posting this theory because it meant a lot to me at the time. I truly believed i was right, and that Badboyhalo would be the main antagonist. I even had the throry that the QSMP would end in a dispute between q!Fit (Madagio + The Rebellion) and q!BBH (Fed). I worked for such a long time gathering evidence for, organizing and writing this post that it just feels bad to keep it in. Today (30/4/24), another ex-admin, named Elk, released a statement, that said: "There was an odd rule where main island lore was never allowed to tie into creator-specific lore, despite creators actively wanting to involve themselves with the federation and being permitted to do so and certain creators having a HUGE influence on the overall lore.". This just erased any and all motivations i ever had to make a theory that links everything together. There was never a truly coherent story. Which makes not only this theory, but any and all theories that link the player characters to the main island lore, useless. Being honest, i just didnt want this post to go to waste, mostly because i worked a lot on it. For that, this post is very much not finished. Most texts are not fully written - my ideas are not as developed as i wish they were. And i apologize for this, i just dont have the energy to finish this. If you want to know my take on the QSMP lore, you can check out my fanfic. Despite all this, I hope you all enjoy this.

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This is a compilation of all the evidence we have to support the Special Guest Theory.

I created this mainly to show people that don't have as much free time or are just dont have the energy to think about or remember all this why the Special Guest Theory does make sense.

This is a colaborative work, as I wouldnt be able to think about all this without these wonderful people: @lionheartedmusings @demodraws0606 @lxrd-ren @skullhalo @windchime-of-teeth

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Where it all started: The ARG Emails

On Feb 21, Quackity Studios posted this tweet, that had an ARG puzzle.

The "special invitation" also grasps my attention, but it might be coincidental wording.

Decyphering the puzzle, it lead to a Google Doc, that had many emails.

Among them, there was this one:

[Respectful greetings, We are seeking quotes for the purchase of 1393 muffins to satisfy the extra demand of our special guest. For those who are not aware of the situation, it was pointed out that it is an obligation to share two muffins per person in the workspace to guarantee happy and productive work. We wish to receive your commercial proposals as soon as possible. We appreciate your commitment and effort in preparing your offers for evaluation. Sincerely,]

So uhm... muffins right? Who could it possiblly be referencing?

I honestly can't think of no one else besides q!Badboyhalo, even outside of the qsmp, whose brand is so intrinsically connected to this little cake things.

The number is also very specific. If every worker needs 2 muffins, why is the order an odd number? That just isn't divisible equally to everyone.

-> I will make a separate post detailing what i think the 1393 could be referencing.

I want to mention here that, by the way this email is written,

q!Badboyhalo's Teaser Post

Ok, so there are a coulple things to pay attention about this post. First the muffins are a clear reference to Bad (there's no arguing here, he is the muffins guy).

Second, where it was posted; unlike all the other cc teasers ─ that were posted on @/quackity4k, quackity's alt twitter account ─ this one was posted on the official Quackity Studios account, along with the arg post that is.

-> These are the other QSMP cc teasers:

Third, its the only teaser thats accompanied by "welcome to the QSMP". All the others either include something related to the cc (like a bird emoji for Jaiden), or teasing words (closer; up next).

Fourth, the milk emoji. Its curious, and out of place. It is so odd and specific that it deserved to be discussed.

Especially considering that, coincidentally, this is what Badboyhalo responded to the QSMP teaser that i'll talk about later:

Milk is often ─ surprisingly ─ a symbol commonly used with villains in media, to symbolize various things, but mostly to cause a discomfort in the audience, as milk is associated with purity and childhood. So pairing it with ruthless and cruel villains creates an unsetteling atmosphere.

-> Some reference links: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

The Teaser Video

-> click here to watch the video

The video starts off in a dimly lit room, with some boxes, and, most notably, a tv, a vcr player and a chair. A shadowy figure enters the room, and inserts a cassette on the player. A promotional video of Quesadilla Island starts playing. It shows the figure watching the video, and the scene is interrupted by a black screen with "20 years later" written. It ends with two other shadowy figures (Quackity and Slime, presumably) talking in the train that took the first group to our current Quesadilla.

The only thing that we can notice on this person, is a little white marking on both their left and right hand.

Some theorized it could be qFit, but he doesn't have the marking on his right hand.

Right side /// Left side

The only character, from the first group of islanders, who has a white marking on both hands is q!Badboyhalo.

And q!Badboyhalo being part of the fed in 2003 does also make sense in his lore; he's never mentioned where he was or what he was doing around the late 1990's and early 2000's.

Unlike fit, who was 13 in 2003. He was a child ─ he was only a bit older than q!Cellbit during the war.

This is, in my opinion, one of the most substantial evidences we have of q!Badboyhalo being involved in whatever the fed is doing.

The 2013 War

When qCellbit started researching the fed, as a child, he was forcefully exiled from Quesadilla, because he found out too much about what was going on. Maybe the tests on children (q!Baghera and the other deceased hybrids), as he says this on his letter to q!Bagi:

[...] I saw everything inside, they were doing all this beneath our very feet… it’s horrible, Bagi. You don’t deserve this, I don’t want you to have to live with these guys. So meet me on the other side of this ocean Bagi. I’ll be going now, I don’t care if I have to swim until [...]

-> You can check q!Cellbit's old diaries translated into english on this post

He ended up, somehow, in a war, where he, coincidentally, first met q!BBH.

q!Bad has stated he was in the war to overlook it.

Antoine's Comic

This comic was given it was given, from Cucurucho, specifically to q!Badboyhalo.

-> check this twitter clip of antoine's talk with cucurucho to see the full conversation

The Purgatory Puzzle

Codeflippa lead qBBH, qAypierre and qMaximus throughout the maze, into a white room with a red button. Before activating the button, this was shown to them:

-> Could the asterisks mean Badboy? or maybe Mr. Halo?

They pressed the button, and then recieved this book:

Via a warpstone, they were taken to another maze, this one with a puzzle and two pictures of cucurucho.

After going through some rooms, they found a small pillar, with Dapper's hat on top of it, as you can see here:

Why? Why was dapper's hat there?

If this is a foreshadowing to the fact that Dapper would always be the eggs that would be freed from purgatory, independently from the roulette, than why Dapper?

What makes Dapper special, or different from the other kids, that earned him this, and possibly his life?

The group found themselves in a circular room, with three die. These die, coincidentally, had the same colors as q!Badboyhalo and Dapper: black, red and white.

There was a chest, and in it, they recieved this books:

Badboyhalo was shortly after teleported into the middle of the room, so he could play the game.

He thew the die and got a 7.

He then was gifted this ticket:

Again, why q!Badboyhalo? What makes him different?

It can't be him being a demon, since Mouse and Tina were already on the island.

So what makes him so special that, not only theres a full puzzle dedicated to him (as evidenced by Dapper's hat, and qBad being the chosen one for the game), but he's the first person (not counting q!Bagi nor q!Carre) to get a ticket? He's the only islander that had to go through this puzzle to get it, the other ones were just teleported into the room. Not even q!Max or q!Pierre got tickets that day.

#qsmp #qsmp lore #qsmp theory #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp fit #qsmp duck #qsmp purgatory #qsmp discourse #qsmp neg #qadmin situation

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miss-tc-nova · 2 months ago

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S/O with Sleep Apnea - Trey, Jack, Jamil, Lilia

Okay, so remember THIS? Well someone (@kimdourden) wanted that with Jack and Jamil.

So I almost had that done when someone else (@delsierose) added Trey and Lilia!

So here we are. Sorry this took so long. Trey and Lilia are not my regulars, but working with them was a fun change of pace. PS, still not all that confident with my understanding of sleep apnea and its treatment.

Premise: The boys find out their s/o has sleep apnea

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Trey: 603

Jack: 623

Jamil: 715

Lilia: 747

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Trey

Trey accepts your snoring. It’s really a non-issue for him. Sometimes people are restless at night and that’s just how it is. And sure, you can be a moody at times, but he knows first hand that you didn’t get enough sleep.

Except he didn’t expect you to have sleep apnea.

The night is particularly rough as you toss and turn. Poor Trey sits up, a bit concerned by the excessive fidgeting. Sleepy Boi murmurs your name, asking if you’re okay but when he gets no response, he reaches over you for his glasses and the lamp. At last, you hold still but something’s off. He studies you, nearly ready to let it go, until it hits him. It’s silent. You’ve stopped snoring—and breathing. Louder, Trey speaks your name, pulling you up by the arm. This new position clears up your airways. So now leaning against your boyfriend, your snoring once again fills the air.

Perturbed, Trey readjusts and lies down, holding you against his chest. The image of you perfectly still replays in his head for maybe two hours before he falls asleep again.

Trey immediately clocks that you have sleep apnea after that. Someone in his family has it too so he sends a few messages to enquire about treatment alongside some personal research. Knowing you and your habits, the task seems somewhat daunting. Still, he’s not thrilled with what happened and knows it’s detrimental to your health, so he’s going to talk to you about it. The two of you discuss everything from surgery, medical devices, and home treatments. Whatever you decide, there are going to be some lifestyle changes.

He lays down the law—or tires to—about your afternoon snacking habits. However, Trey prefers to use the carrot rather than the stick. You’re rewarded for your craving restraint with…well, sweets. Sometimes. Trey’s reward is his baking. This could be puff pastries for breakfast or cinnamon rolls for desert after lunch. Whatever he’s making, surely it’s better than a store-bought snack after dinner.

This also means that Trey has to either convince Riddle to serve non-caffeinated tea at their parties, or he has to sneak around—which he would loathe, but do anyway.

In addition to bribery, Trey does his best to encourage you to stay awake and avoid naps. For the most part, he tries to get you up and moving, helping him with club activities, food prep, or painting roses. In the event that there actually isn’t something productive to do, well, guess he’s just going to have to kiss you.

Ultimately, Trey isn’t very forceful or mean about his attempts to alter your routines. He actively works with you and encourages you as best he can to change things for the better. It’s not the fastest way. Despite the rewards, it probably takes you several months to actually stick to the routine and start feeling any better. But you inevitably do. Your mood stabilizes as does your sleep schedule. Trey’s particularly happy that you’re reliably getting a full night’s sleep, comfortably wrapped in his arms.

“There you are. Do you want to come help me make the pies for the unbirthday party today. Come on, I’m afraid you might fall asleep otherwise. If you help, I’ll let you decide what we make next. Sure, if that’s what you want. Yes, you can lick the spoon, but only after we’re done. Seven help us if Riddle finds out I served bundt cake with your germs in it. No, I would prefer you didn’t. Okay, because it’s only noon, I’ll set some aside for you. Sound good?”

Jack

Jack doesn’t care that you’re a rough sleeper. Big Boi has siblings that he’s fairly close to, so nighttime fidgeting and snoring is no problem.

The Field and Track team has a competition one day that doesn’t return until late. Yet even as he opens his bedroom door, he’s not surprised to find you there, fast asleep. Finnicky about his own schedule, Jack hastily gets ready for bed, but just before he joins you, he stops. The room is too quiet. His gaze snaps to you, no movement to be seen. Your name on his lips and a firm shake of your shoulder jars your brain into correcting your airways. And the snoring resumes.

Offput by the event, but without answers, Jack climbs into bed, dragging you into his arms in the hopes that he would wake should another incident occur.

This is how Jack finds out you have sleep apnea.

A quick look with his phone tells him all he needs to know and, predictably, the wolf huffs about the challenges ahead of him. Exercise would fix 90% of your problems. Right?

Jack makes a deal with Sam to order two mouth splints in exchange for helping unload the latest delivery of goods. He’s already had to help other students fit theirs, so he’s got yours done pretty soon. Except only one is for sleeping.

Because Jack has little awareness for easing into things, you’re up at 6 AM the very. Next. Day. Not only that, but he has you joining SpellDrive practice with his dorm that morning too. He’s pretty intense about you going all out.

On top of that, you’re not allowed to nap. At all. Jack will wake you up on sight and have you do something with him. If you have nothing to do, now you’re running laps. So, by the time your new bedtime rolls around, you pass out.

After just a few days, everything is worse. You’re more exhausted, the apnea might be worse, and you inevitably snap back at Jack trying to push you to move more. Initially, he retaliates in kind and the two of you have get away from each other to cool off. You, of course, recognize you’re miserable, but Jack also comes to realize this too. He went zero to hundred too fast.

There’s a makeup after which Jack reins in his “help.” You may not wake up at 6 anymore, but he still wants you to come to the dorm’s morning SpellDrive practice. He doesn’t push as hard, but he may reward you if you’re at least walking laps as the dorm plays. But no, there’s still no naps. You still have to do things with him, but think less workout and more makeout.

Of course, at the end of the day, Jack will cuddle and snuggle like nobody’s watching. Because nobody is. He makes certain your comfortable sleeping on your side and that you’ve got your splint. It doesn’t usually take long for you to go to sleep anymore.

Honestly, you probably still hate it. Only Jack really seems to enjoy working out, but you can’t really deny this new routine is helping. With a more stable sleeping pattern, your daily exhaustion is nearly extinct. And the increase in activity is healthy for you in all the ways you hate to admit. Still, only Jack could get you to fix your problems with exercise. Sucker.

“Hey, you’re not nappin’ are you? Good. Don’t gimme that look. You know it’s bad for you. Well if you want something to do, we could go for a walk around the school again. What? Then what do you want me to do? Oh yeah? And how do you expect me to do that? Huh? I’m not blushing! My tail’s not wagging either! Forget it. Take your stupid nap. Grr, fine. C’mere.”

Jamil

Jamil is always prepared. His room was prepared for any issue the first time you shared the bed with him. So to only have to put up with a bit of snoring came as a pleasant surprise. That, he could deal with.

But he wasn’t prepared for sleep apnea.

Kalim wants a party because, of course he does. So Jamil is left to prep the decorations, prep the food, prep everything late into the night. You offered to help, but Jamil could see that you were struggling that day and sent you to bed. And by the time the retainer finally makes it to back to his room, it’s no surprise that you’re already fast asleep. Dead on his feet, Jamil gets ready for bed. A shiver runs down his spine, noting how eerily quiet his room is. His eyes scan the room, eventually falling across your motionless form. The realization hits, causing Jamil to lunge onto the bed, prepared to administer CPR. But the shaking of the bed has you grumbling and rolling over, breathing perfectly fine, snoring and all.

Jamil doesn’t sleep. His paranoid brain won’t let him, forcing him to compulsively search the internet for answers that he quickly finds. The rest of the night is spent researching countermeasures because that brief moment where he thought you were gone will haunt him for years to come.

The next day really sucks for Jamil, but he’s too preoccupied with his anxiety set to overdrive. He’s still attending to his duties to watch over Kalim, but now his brain is formulating a plan to alter your routines, which he so badly wants to implement right this moment. However, Jamil knows that people don’t typically change at the drop of a hat.

So changes begin slowly. He slowly begins weaning your sugar and caffeine addiction with healthier, equally-delicious options that won’t have you wired by the time bedtime comes around. His knowledge of your likes and dislikes makes this an easy task.

He begins keeping track of your sleeping habits, naps included. Your wake-up time slowly gets earlier and earlier and the length of your naps grows shorter until they become non-existent. Bedtime also shifts but Jamil has craftily created a winddown routine, and you’re not his only target.

About an hour before bed, Jamil’s phone, your phone, and Kalim’s phone get the same notification. At that time, only Jamil is allowed to access his phone, but only to monitor the following events, and set the music. The three of you have a stretching regimen to loosen up and relax. After, everyone washes up. Jamil makes a warm, non-caffeinated drink for you to sip while you three make a to-do list for the next day. Once that’s sorted out, Jamil sends Kalim off to bed and whisks you away to his room. Together, you prepare for the following morning: picking outfits, packing school bags, tidying the room, etc. By the time you brush your teeth, you’re very much ready for bed—just as you’ve been conditioned to be.

Jamil would be the one to recommend surgery. It’s up to you whether you do it or not, but he does express that it would make him feel better. And that he would absolutely take care of you if you did go through with it. Will guilt you about your naps and poor eating habits with it. “If you want your caffeine back, you better get that surgery” or “A nap sounds good right about now. Too bad you have sleep apnea.” It’s actually light hearted teasing, but also, he means it.

Whether you get the surgery or not, your symptoms do get better. Jamil’s always going to be somewhat paranoid that another incident will occur, but when he sleeps with his arms wrapped around you, he manages to convince himself it’ll be alright.

“Have you finished packing your bag for tomorrow? What about your potions book. Alright, I’m just checking. Would hate for you to have to run across campus between classes because you forgot it. Again. What? It’s not my fault you’ve got a fuzzy memory. Maybe if you got that surgery you’d get some decent sleep and be able to remember what you had for lunch yesterday. No. Not even close. It was curry.”

Lilia

Lilia thinks the snoring is cute. He’s up well after you every night and so witnesses your chaotic tossing and turning. Of course, he’s also noticed your occasional cantankerous behavior, especially after particularly restless nights. That will not deter him from loving you in the slightest. Or teasing you. He lives to tease and lives for your cuteness.

Admittedly, he didn’t expect sleep apnea to be the cause of your problems.

Courteous enough to use headphones, Lilia stays up gaming one night. Meanwhile, on the bed in the corner, you roll and roll, trying your best to get some sleep. Late into the night, the game ends and Lilia finally prepares for bed. As he’s sliding beneath the covers, he pauses. Silence fills the room, deafening and foreign. Ruby eyes fall on your sleeping form, alarms going off when he realizes you’re not breathing.

Quick to act, Lilia presses his fingers to your neck. Finding a pulse, he pulls you into his arms to relocate to the floor for CPR. But the moment your body shifts, your brain restarts and you resume breathing—and snoring.

He waits for a moment, thoroughly confused, but replaces you on the bed where you curl up happily. Taking surprises in stride as always, Lilia lets the moment go and joins you in bed.

For ages, Lilia doesn’t say anything. The event honestly slips his mind until a particularly grumpy day when you snap at him and he teases you about your attitude and messy sleep habits—especially the not breathing thing. While you grumble about going to take a nap, Silver approaches to question about the “not breathing thing.” That’s not normal. A bit of research reveals to them that you probably have sleep apnea.

Now that there’s an explanation for your moods and exhaustion, Lilia is more interested. He’s not particularly impressed by the suggested treatments but, for once, he’s willing to try them for your sake.

Lilia loves to eat whatever he can; it’s part of living so he’s never given it a second thought how much caffeine and sugar you ingested just trying to make it to the end of the day. And the naps. Lilia enjoys a good afternoon nap, but apparently those aren’t doing you any favors either. You’re not going to enjoy any of this.

But Lilia does his job in true Lilia fashion. That snack you had literally two seconds ago is gone. It was in your hand and now it’s not. It takes a day or two before you realize that Lilia is behind the thievery. Try as you might to sneak a treat, you can’t get one over on him. It’s cold turkey for you and a sheer game for him. Only the non-sugar-loaded sweets and decaf drinks are safe.

Naps aren’t much better. Lilia is a wildcard and will wake you up in whatever manner he deems fun at the time. You might wake up to soft, sweet kisses. You might wake up to having your cheeks pinched. Or you might wake up to a bucket of water. The kisses are nice, but the roulette is not worth it. And again, you can’t hide from Lilia. Even stealing away to Ramshackle doesn’t save you.

The first several weeks are hell and you’re pissed. For a while, you probably don’t even talk to Lilia, but that does not deter him from his mission. Your mood is foul, your sleep apnea is worse, and you might strangle the fae at any given moment.

But it does get better. Being forced into this new routine does improve your overall wellbeing with time. Your sleep schedule begins to stabilize, your fatigue and mood improve, and your need to consume unhealthy food to survive the day has been reduced. In the end, he may have been a massive pain in the ass, but Lilia improved your condition. Good luck living that down.

“Boo! Hehe. Are you behaving? Don’t have any tempting snacks, do you? Pity. I was hoping to play a little. Oh but it’s less fun when you’re in on it. Still, I suppose you have been doing well. I can’t even remember the last time I had to wake you from a nap. Should we celebrate? I’m sure I could commission Trey for a cake. You’re right, that might set us back. Well then what would you like as a reward? I see. Then by all means, come take them. If you can. Hehe.”

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Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

#novas requests #gender neutral reader #trey clover #jack howl #jamil viper #lilia vanrouge

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chu-diaries · 2 months ago

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140 days of productivity: day 51/140

📸: breakfast + working with exo + coffee break after lunch + vanilla candle

The weather was perfect when I woke up. It rained all night and I woke up to the sounds of thunder before my alarm went off. I felt very comfortable and enjoyed staying in bed for a while. I have learned to take storms and even rain for granted, but I never thought I would witness a climate crisis where it would no longer rain as often. I am learning to appreciate these simple things.

I had an unusual day at work. Although I finished my new labels, I couldn’t print them because the print shop wasn’t quick enough to get my order. I had a tiring meeting about my current investments after lunch and after that I updated my website. I worked until 7 pm, played with my cats and watched one piece.

I feel a bit ashamed to admit that today I felt childishly jealous of my best friend. She's very popular and also almost 10 years older than me. We have a very dear friend in common who is 15 years older than me, so they're both close in age and going through the same things (hormone replacement therapy, perimenopause, and all the other things that come with being middle-aged). Well, yesterday was my best friend's birthday. We haven't talked as much in a few weeks because we've both been really busy, but I sent her a happy birthday message and got a short, somewhat standardized 'thank you', the kind of reply that you send to every happy birthday message you get. I thought she was really busy and kinda let it go, but today I opened social media and saw that she spent the day with this mutual friend of ours. They posted videos together and seemed to have a great time. It made me feel a little sad and lonely. It reminded me of a feeling that has always been with me, since I was a child: the painful realization that I am not my best friend's best friend, aka 'it is not as reciprocal as I thought'. I am just rambling and maybe I simply need to accept that it is no longer possible to have best friends after a certain age. I wish I had had best friends when I was young; maybe it wouldn't hurt so much today.

🥀: day 18/27

💧: 1 L

🏋🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🏃🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🕯️: finished my new candle labels + updated my website (8 hours)

🪘: 🚫

🇰🇷: 🚫

📺: one piece

📚: the shell seekers - rosamunde pilcher

🎧: another day - exo

🛑: 11 days pick free

💊: 🚫

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cattimeswithjellie · 6 months ago

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Stream Recap, ZombieCleo, 6/09/24

((Since the first few of these I did seem to be going over well so far, I'm doing some more and we'll see how it goes. I am going to call them Recaps from now on though, because in almost every case I'm working off the VOD, pausing, going back to figure out who said and did what, etc. This Recap is from Cleo's Twitch VOD for Sunday, 6/09. I watched the stream live but parts of it were moving much too fast to note down accurately!))

0:00 Cleo goes live. She is on the Hermitcraft server, in the front yard of her base. She says hello to everyone, especially the weirdos in chat. She realizes the chat has been left in emote-only mode and turns them back on. She tells Chat she has just gone through her mail and there is a lot of it. She got two horn-of-the-month club deliveries at once, and she needs to meet with Joel about armor stand work. She has a sand and gravel coupon and a Mission Possible mission, so much to do!

1:40 Cleo goes into the house, warning Chat as she goes that she has “lored” in here. There are eight books she has written just for this room, all for the lore. She goes back outside and spots Cakebot on the roof, then laughs about how she always sees the bot and, thanks to the long distance and long nametag, thinks it’s Scar sneaking up on her.

2:40 Time to get started! Cleo shows off the Tower, which needs to be dug out into a tower base. They say they are actually working today which doesn’t happen often, especially this past week or two. Cleo has been too sick to reasonably work and so has been taking a sensible rest. A chatter asks if Cleo is going to die today. Cleo says they are feeling better, somewhat, and not going to die. The cats are fighting in the background.

4:20 A chatter asks why their message was deleted. Cleo tells them to read the rules. She greets Cam the mod.

5:30 A chatter engages Cleowo mode. Cleowo interacts with the chat and thanks subs. Today is the first day Cleo has been feeling well enough to go outside in awhile. She quotes The Little Mermaid as a prose poem. The Little Mermaid was the first movie Cleo got to watch in the cinema, and that’s how old she is. A chatter plays a spicy jelly bean. Cleo says they also moved into the new office, which is mostly clean and painted and pretty.

7:45 Cleo leaves to get tissues and wishes everyone a happy Pride. She needs birch wood for the build and goes to find it in the basement. Cleowo mode ends. She thanks subs and donos as she navigates through her base.

9:20 Back at the tower build, Cleo needs to figure out something to do with the roof. They contemplate maybe blocking it off entirely. Chat is trying to remember their first Disney movies. Cleo assures them that this is not a quiz and they don’t need to remember or share that information. ((For the record: the animated The Little Mermaid released in the UK in October 1990. This probably makes Cleo slightly younger than the livestreamer, whose first Disney theater experience was Who Framed Roger Rabbit.))

10:30 A chatter asks if this will be on the test next week. Cleo adopts an extremely ominous voice to reply that nothing will be on the test next week because “NEXT WEEK DOESN’T EXIST!… because it’s an abstract concept.” A chatter plays a cheerful musical sting that makes the whole thing sound like the last punchline in a sitcom.

10:40 A chatter says they will not disclose their first movie because they are too old. Cleo says they are not going to force anyone to disclose anything in chat, movie telling is not mandatory. Everyone is cool here, no narcs allowed in the chat. The mod reminds Chat not to get specific about ages. Cleo agrees and promises that one of these days she will remember to support the mods on that issue, but possibly not soon. Cleo lines up a zinger on herself, delivers it, says that was mean and blames chat for it.

12:00 Back to design talk. Chat continues talking about movies and theatrical productions. Cleo removes most of the mangrove from inside the tower in order to replace it with sandstone. She agrees that the Lion King musical is great and reminds Chat that she is very tired. Being sarcastic all the time can be a problem for her because people don’t always understand it and can become offended very quickly. Chat likes that Cleo is sarcastic. Cleo points out that the people who do get offended tend to leave and then badmouth her on the internet. Her first inclination is to ask them to come back, but then she realizes they would not do well in her chat anyway and so she doesn’t care very much.

15:00 Cleo tells a story of someone who didn’t understand their sarcasm, who got very offended when they said Cleo was wonderful and she replied “I know.” Chat is definitely on Cleo’s side for this one. A chatter says content creators don’t owe the attention of sub thanks to their audience, but Cleo believes that it is important to thank donos and subs, though sometimes she does miss things. She says she is known for being a screwup, even as she misjudges the blocks she is placing for her new wall. She sighs.

17:00 A chatter asks if Cleo is doing anything for Pride. They answer that they do not like in-person events because they are not good with large groups of people, but does participate in Pride things online. Being a member of the community, they feel, gives them a pass on having to do too much stuff. Cleo did enjoy MCC Pride. The tower area is clean now, but needs shaping and a couple of floors.

19:00 Cleo organizes her inventory for building. She has a lot of stuff she doesn’t want or need. She finds sixteen anvils and wonders sarcastically where those could have come from. She needs spruce but doesn’t think she has any. A chatter asks why she doesn’t use background music. Cleo explains that she has an Epidemic Music license for her main channel but not one for the VODs channel where this will be uploaded, and YouTube Music has neither sufficient music nor a good player. Other solutions for royalty-free music has gotten streams muted in the past because of YouTube’s overenthusiastic AI. They tell chat that if Chat has any good suggestions, they are listening. A chatter suggests using the Hotdogs on Your Face song exclusively, but Cleo jokingly claims not to have enough cards for that. Cleo has forgotten what they are doing.

23:50 Cleo thanks the subs. She remembers that she was putting in floors. A chatter plays the Hotdogs On Your Face song. Cleo is now hyperaware of the lack of background music. She says that she is not going to upload this VOD, so she will see about doing some Epidemic music. She asks chat for what genre they want. Suggestions include “Silence,” “Lofi,” “Elevator Muzak,” and “Jazzercise.” She chooses “beach destination chill.” A chatter plays “Hug a Creeper.” Cleo says they’ll get there. A chatter asks Cleo to give some building techniques. Cleo suggests making a build more interesting by starting with a basic structure and then adding purpose-based additions. That is the easiest advice they can give, they are all tapped out for building advice. The chatter admits they were hoping to get some building skill through osmosis. Cleo sadly informs them that she has tried the same thing many times by sitting next to other hermits, but it does not work.

26:30 Cleo goes back to assembling supplies. Pixlriffs raids into the stream. Cleo welcomes the raiders and tells them that in this stream they are being obnoxious and facetious and other ous words. A chatter comments “So a normal Cleo stream?” and they respond “No, this one’s got music in.” They try to build a staircase in the tower and decide a ladder is a much better choice for the space involved. Pix’s chat tell Cleo that Pix was playing Elden Ring, a game Cleo knows nothing about. She hopes they had a fun time.

28:00 Etho is mentioned in chat (due to the “Ladders” nickname and his love of ladders). Cleo tells the chat she didn’t know about the ladders thing for a long time after meeting Etho. She didn’t know Etho before Hermitcraft and thus is much less in awe of him than folks who literally grew up watching his videos. She is aggressively _not_ an Etho fangirl. A chatter says they heard he was washed up. Cleo laughs and jokes that he washes up for supper sometimes. Chat is very enthusiastic about Etho, trying to counter Cleo’s amused dismissiveness with a list of Etho accomplishments. This is difficult because Cleo is not an Etho viewer and does not do redstone and is thus unimpressed by the Etho Hopper Clock.

30:00 Cleo decides to create a secret room to avoid having to deal with the unusually-shaped space at the edge of her base, while simultaneously trying to convince Chat that Etho is Just Some Dude. Chat is having none of it. Chat is also very in favor of Etho and Cleo as a Life Series comedic duo. A chatter mentions that Impulse also has a common redstone device named after him, the sorting system. Cleo declares this fact “cool” and reiterates that the things they know about the Hermits could fill a very small book, or maybe a pamphlet.

32:00 Cleo thanks the donos and subs, and makes a few more Etho jokes. They work on coming up with a design for the entrance to the secret room. Chat is still in Etho-mode and suggests maybe Cleo is secretly obssessed with Etho. Cleo points out that they didn’t even bring Etho up, only responded to Chat bringing him up in the first place. She assures Chat her days of not taking Chat seriously are coming to a middle. She blames Chat fully for this.

35:00 Cleo mentions new TCG cards are coming. Two of Cleo’s cards are already done and they are very good! A chatter activates Hydration time and everyone has a drink. Another chatter asks why Etho fans are here and not on Etho’s stream. Cleo laughs and asks why Etho fans are so obsessed with her. A chatter activates Posture Check Time. Cleo’s TCG cards are always good because they choose amazing artists, but they will not say too much so as not to give anything away.

37:30 A chatter asks how Cleo is feeling after Doc’s pigicide. Cleo answers “Litigious.” The tower elevator is coming together and needs signage. A chatter asks what her favorite minigame is, besides Decked Out. Cleo points out that they do not play very many minigames so don’t really have a favorite. They put signs in the elevator shaft to hold back the water.

40:00 A chatter asks what kinds of builds and genres Cleo would like to try in the future. Cleo says she mostly just builds what she is feeling at the time and doesn’t care too much about overarching themes or what other people think about it. She begins filling the elevator with water source blocks. A chatter says the build reminds them of the Owl House. Cleo does not know what the Owl House is.

42:00 Xisuma joins the server, says hello via in-game chat, and asks what Cleo is up to. Cleo tells Xisuma she is finishing her builds before Thursday, then explains to Chat that Things are happening on Thursday. Xisuma asks Cleo if Thursday is a secret. Cleo is not sure but says the details are probably a secret. Chat suspects that it is either a court case or base tours. Xisuma asks if Cleo needs anything, but they reply they are nearly ready and just have to finish building.

44:20 A chatter say that it is not difficult to guess what is happening, Cleo invites them to actually guess, if it is so easy. She says no special guests and no court case is happening, just Hermits doing Hermit stuff. A chatter says Joe mentioned base tours after the Hermitcraft meeting. Another chatter guesses update day, but Cleo explains that only Xisuma cares about update day. Xisuma messages again to offer wood and Cleo asks for spruce for the floors.

46:30 Cleo finishes the elevator and jumps down for more supplies. A chatter plays the Feral Ghoul sound from Fallout and startles her. Cub logs onto the server and exchanges greetings.

47:30 Cleo says there are a lot of things that need to be figured out right now, like whether a particle effect from ender chests goes through slabs. They currently have a floor that seems to consist of dark gray wool, carpets, and ender chests. Cleo takes up some of the wool and carpet and begins placing slabs over the chests. The answer appears to be “kind of.” A few particles are making their way through the wood slabs. A chatter who is the maker of the Armor Poser mod proudly announces that the mod is ready for 1.21 and hopes Cleo is excited. Cleo congratulates them and endorses the mod to Chat but says she has no input on when the Hermitcraft server will actually update. Chat notices that Cleo has not confirmed or denied base tours as a possibility. Cleo says they can see why chat might think that and continues not to confirm or deny. Xisuma drops off some spruce and flies away like the Lumber Fairy. Cleo declares that X is the best and has forgotten again what she is doing. A chatter plays Sour Jellybean.

50:40 Cleo remembers it is time to Hug a Creeper. They set spawn and fly into the air, falling from a high place. They collect up their bits while gloating about being able to legally claim sour jellybeans as a business expense. Pearl signs on to the server

51:50 Cleo responds to a chat suggestion that trapdoors might let in more particles than slabs do. They make a bunch of spruce trapdoors from some of Xisuma’s logs and place some of them down, but it’s hard to see the particles in the current testing area. Cleo begins picking up the floor to move elsewhere and mentions receiving a troubling message from Pearl in the mail. She flies down to her mailbox and shows the large quantity of mail parcels she talked about at the beginning of the stream, including one that contains a single block of purpur and requests that Hermits buy more purpur from Pearl. Cleo confesses that she doesn’t like purpur at all but feels like she should maybe buy some from Pearl anyway as she clearly seems to be suffering. Chat somerwhat incoherently tries to inform Cleo that the parcel is from Joel, who lost a bet with Pearl and was forced to advertise the Purr-Purr shop and raise sales for Pearl. Cleo eventually parses what Chat is trying to say and is no longer concerned about Pearl’s message.

55:00 Cleo goes back to picking up the trial floor from the wizard tower. Pearl writes in the in-game chat that Chat has been losing her sales since 2024. Cleo tells her that purpur is gross, but because it is Pearl selling it, they will buy some. Cleo likes the look of spruce trapdoors over ender chests and decides to buy purpur in celebration. Chat asks what time it is for Pearl. Cleo believes it’s around 6am, Pearl-time. Pearl says she has a minigame to build. Cleo tries to convince her she does not have to build minigames at 6am.

57:10 Cleo arrives at the purr-purr bus and admires the new dumpster, saying it’s a good addition. She doesn’t really understand how Iskall can hate diorite so much when purpur exists and is a much better target. They shake their head over the prices in the shop but buy a bunch of chorus fruit to make end rods, plus some end stone. According to Cleo, buying purpur-adjacent things definitely counts as supporting the shop. Pearl is grateful. Cleo says that Pearl is undercharging and pays extra for all the chorus fruit. As Cleo flies away she notes that between herself and Cub, they have most of the server’s money right now.

59:30 A chatter asks what the bottom half of the vTuber looks like. Cleo adjusts their stream position to make the entire vTuber figure visible. Chat is impressed that Cleo has legs. FalseSymmetry, in stream chat, comments “omg legs (in caps)” to circumvent the stream rule against all-caps. Cleo shows off the limited set of movements available to the full-body figure, then puts the figure back in the usual place.

1:01:00 A chatter mentions that the vtuber figure can walk and can be used to replace the default character in certain games such as Valheim. Cleo confirms that it can be used for some games, like Valorant, and she could stomp around in there as Cleo if she wanted to. She cannot use the model on VR games because it is above the poly count. It’s primarily intended for vtubing. Using it for VR would be pretty rough on game performance.

1:02:15 Someone plays the Poe Poe Siren (Skizz singing the Poe Poe song) outside Cleo’s base. It is definitely Scar, who just signed onto the server. Cleo fetches their own horns and plays Skizz’s “Dang it, Scar!” horn, then yells for Scar to come back with a warrant. They go back inside just in time for Scar to play Xisuma’s “This is Illegal!” horn.

1:03:00 Cleo realizes that this is a war. She plays Etho’s “There was some kidnapping involved” horn.

Scar retaliates with his own “Trader Scar’s not going to eat you” horn.

Cleo plays Grian’s “I’m eating a curly-whirly right now” horn.

Scar plays Impulse’s “Say it and we’ll bleep it out” horn.

Cleo plays her own “Oh no-woh, not Joe-wo” horn.

Scar plays Ren’s “I’d like to see your butt, please” horn.

1:04:10 Cleo yells to Scar that she has run out of horns and demands to know where he is. Scar flies overhead and repeats the Ren horn, followed immediately by the Michael Scott “I declare Bankruptcy” horn. Cleo giggles and declares she needs to buy more horns, then remembers she has an ace in the hole. She heads for her mailbox, finds and plays the “I see you” horn from the Horn of the Month Club.

1:05:15 False logs into the server just long enough to play her own “OMG hiiiiii” horn, then logs out. Cleo play’s Gem’s “That’s Amazing!” horn. Th3Pooka raids into the stream.

1:05:45 Cleo thanks the raiders and welcomes subs. They have once again forgotten what they are doing. Chat reminds them that they are working on flooring.

1:07:00 Someone plays a horn from The Office outside. Cleo plays the “I see you” horn, explaining that even if she doesn’t see him, she has to play the horn. She returns to working on her floors. A chatter asks what program the vTuber model was made in. Cleo does not know but points the chatter to the link for the designer, MotherLyra. Zedaph suffocates in a wall.

1:08:20 Someone plays the MGM Lion horn, startling Cleo. They follow it up with a horn (maybe Etho or xB?) saying “I chop, I dig, your mom is really big.” Cleo plays the “Dang it, Scar” horn again. Someone plays Scar’s “Take a look at how big my booty is” horn. Cleo plays Tango’s “I see you” horn again and yells to Scar that she only has limited horns . Scar, who is stream-sniping, disclaims responsibility in in-game chat, even as someone plays Iskall’s “What are you doing?” horn. Cleo guesses it must be Cub. Cleo decides it’s either Scar or Cub, or both, or Pearl, or Tango, or Xisuma. Scar asks Cub in chat where the alien horn is.

1:09:50 Cleo attempts to go back to work, while admitting that they are not trying very hard to work. A chatter asks why Cleo has so many ender chests. Cleo says it is for the particle effects, then jokes it is because they have an addiction but most people don’t comment on it. In game chat, Cub tells Scar that the alien horn should be at the shop unless someone already bought it. Cleo wants to know more about the alien horn. Outside the window, Pearl plays Scar’s booty horn again and flies away. Cleo plays the “I see you” horn again. Zedaph suffocates in a wall again.

1:11:10 Cleo bemoans her own lack of horns, while Scar suggests that the alien horn has probably been sold. A chatter plays a scary noise, but Cleo is currently immune thanks to all the horn shenanigans. They go back to work, declaring loudly that they are feeling bullied, and it is because the hermits are bullying them. It’s not just one of those feelings, it is definitely bullying. Pearl assures Cleo in chat that it is only love. Cleo replies that one can bully with love, and invites Chat to “Ask me how I know.”

1:12:10 Cleo asks Cub if he’s done the Xisuma legs horn yet. Cub says not yet, but maybe for next batch. Cleo is pleased about that possibility. They want to hear the legs horn, because it is weird. False rejoins the server. Xisuma, who has been silent for a long while, asks what about his legs in game chat.

Cleo tells him they’re very pretty. Cub explains that Xisuma made a remark that tickled Cleo. X says thanks and that he never skips leg day. Cleo chuckles and mutters “nerd”

1:13:30 Cleo confesses proudly in game chat that they always skip leg day. Scar thinks someone got the alien horn from the shop and appears uncertain about what to do. A chatter plays Xisuma’s “Legs Legs Legs LEGS!” sound, which Cleo had forgotten was an available bits-reward sound on their channel. Scar plays the “Darth Vader Breathing” horn but Cleo is distracted. A chatter asks where the Legs soundbyte is from, and Cleo tells them it’s from MCC Pride where they were on a team together. Scar plays the Michael Scott “Inside Joke” horn. Cleo greets Scar and/or Pearl, possibly both or neither, whoever is out to get her, specifically.

1:15:15 Cleo talks about MCC Pride and hopes no one was expecting them to win. Scott has not officially told Cleo that they are being added to teams as a nerf, but that it’s just generally known. Cleo’s role in MCC is “ballast.” Scar asks Pearl if she bought the Alien horn, Pearl does not know what he is talking about. Someone plays the “Hello there!” horn. Cleo runs outside yelling “Oh my god, hiiii!” but no one is there. Cleo is disappointed, and asks that whoever is blowing horns at least say who they are. Chat believes it’s definitely Scar. Cleo plays the “Dang it Scar!” horn again.

1:16:45 Zedaph falls out of the world. Xisuma describes this as Zed doing Zed things. Cleo agrees and says that’s pretty much his job. A chatter asks Cleo what is their favorite “Cleo thing” to do. They say sleeping, mostly. A chatter asks if Cleo has any information on books or info about lgbtq+ issues. Cleo says not really, they don’t read up on it much, just experience it from their own perspective. They refer the chatter back to the chat for recommendations.

1:19:00 A chatter asks why the floor only has a certain number of ender chests under it. Cleo explains that it’s going to be a summoning circle, and the ender chests are in a circle under the floor to provide particles in that exact spot. A chatter asks about using a spore blossom for more effect, but Cleo explains the range is too wide. A chatter plays sour jellybean. Another chatter plays a door noise. Cleo turns the music back on. A chatter notes that Cleo now has a convenient crawlspace under the floor. Cleo agrees, but says they did not plan it that way, because planning is for losers. She parenthetically adds that she is a loser. Zedaph blames Tango for his untimely death in in-game chat. Cleo agrees that most things are Tango’s fault.

1:21:30 A chatter asks how people are playing noises and jellybeans, Cleo explains the Streamloots program. Another chatter admits that they have read a great deal of fiction and anecdotes about the lgbtq+ experience, but not much nonfiction and nothing to really recommend. Cleo agrees that this seems pretty common, and talks about how if mainstream sources won’t provide gayness, the community will make it for themselves. A chatter plays Favorite Things, and Cleo says mostly intangible things, like the way you feel in the morning when the sun is rising and you know people you hate are suffering. She says she doesn’t understand why people think she’s so sinister all the time. She also likes petrichor.

1:23:45 Cleo begins texturing the new floor with slightly lower trapdoors in places. They talk with Chat about queerness in history and how it is difficult to know exactly what it was like in the past because so many things were different. They reorganize their inventory again and go into the mines to find a box of crystals for decoration. Cleo is too tired for in-depth discussion on these serious topics and just needs to get some crystals. A chatter puts the chat into emote-only mode, Cleo refers to that as the “Cleo says stop” button.

1:28:00 Cleo finds the geode and begins harvesting crystals. They love amethyst noises, and wants to put amethyst under carpet someplace in the build. There are not as many crystals as Cleo was hoping for, and they take some time to free up more faces on the crystal-producing blocks. “Crystals are going to become important!” she teases. She agrees with chat that amethyst needs more block variations, since it is a far nicer color than purpur. The crystal noises are very soothing.

1:31:20 Cleo says that the most annoying thing you can call a geologist is a “crystal girlie.” Chat does not understand the term. A chatter says their geologist friend doesn’t like being called a rock-licker. Cleo says rock-licker is fine and if they don’t want to be called a rock-licker they should stop licking rocks. Cleo explains that a crystal girlie is someone who believes in crystals for healing and energy alignment, rather than studying them scientifically. Chat has a discussion about eating rocks. Cleo advises that many rocks are inert and can be licked, but that one should not lick rocks instead of taking medicine. Some rocks should not be licked at all. Cleo specially advises Chat not to eat uranium and suggests (then immediately unsuggests) that they look up radium girls. ((A sad story from history of some workers who became the reason for later regulations.))

1:36:00 Cleo transforms her crystals into “charged crystals” by renaming them on an anvil, then puts them in a similarly-transformed “Lead-lined Storage Crate.” The box goes into the new tower room for decoration. A chatter plays Teeny-tiny Zombie Cleo, Cleo sings the song. Cleo looks for one of the lore books in the library room that has information about crystals. They do not find it, but find a note about crystals in a cupboard. Pearl asks in chat for verdant froglights. Joe has been buying all Etho’s stock, but Cleo has some in storage. She invites Pearl over to get some. A chatter plays spicy jellybean.

1:41:10 Pearl arrives and yells hello. Cleo provides her with several stacks of verdant froglights, even though Pearl only truly needed four. Pearl is happy for the extra froglights because she likes the green tinged light. Cleo says green-tinge is the best tinge. Pearl says that pearlescent froglights are also pretty great. Cleo says they’re not her favorite. Pearl says she’ll let that slide because Cleo has been so generous and flies away. Cleo blesses Pearl’s little cotton socks and calls her adorable.

1:42:30 A chatter says that Pearl was their first introduction to Hermitcraft. Cleo says that is valid but also unusual, Pearl is not one of the more common vectors into Hermitcraft. A chatter plays Giant. The first chatter explains that they started watching in S8 with Pearl and Gem and their friends. Cleo is happy about how the community has grown. They also can’t wait for the new paintings. Cleo creates a painting to cover the secret door, but does not particularly like the only design that covers the space.

1:45:00 Cleo declares it’s time to clean up the roof, because it looks like arse. Pretty arse, but arse. They are not worried about structural integrity because magic, but some crossbeams would look nice. Cleo says that sometimes it is hard to explain their thought process while building because sometimes there is no thought, just building. They begin adding crossbeams to the interior roof and talking about building process or the lack thereof.

1:49:40 A chatter asks if Cleo has a favorite fan song. Cleo says no, they have not heard many and generally try to keep their research in a bubble. A chatter plays sour jellybean. Cleo says she will watch most Hermit stuff, but the fan stuff can be biting. She wants to keep just a little sliver of joy in her life. She goes on to clarify that “I’ve got two diamonds” and other songs written just for her are exceptions, but fan stuff can be mean in general and she avoids it. A chatter mentions that Doc talks about fanfiction on stream all the time. Cleo says Doc is insane. They don’t need to worry about what Doc is doing, because it is always THE WRONG THING. Chat is not happy about the idea of anyone being mean to Cleo. Cleo clarifies that in fan spaces, fans tend to assume she will not be there, and they tend to speak their minds bluntly. When they’re talking about the character, it’s just opinion, but when they talk about her as a person, it’s hard to deal with. Cleo does not fault the fans, it is a difference of perception between Cleo as the person and Cleo as the character. What they are doing is not harmful in itself, but Cleo seeing it is harmful because it makes her feel bad and she has learned to avoid it. At the same time, 99.9% of the fandom is lovely.

1:55:20 A chatter says their partner is trying to watch every hermit, but doing so during Decked out in S9 got pretty tiring. Cleo does not recommend trying to watch every Hermit because that is too much and too difficult. They realize that many people like other hermits more than they like them, and they’re okay with that. They will never be everyone’s favorite and that is fine. Pearl, in in-game chat, agrees that Hermitcraft is fantastic because of its wide variety of creator styles. Cleo has a hard time finding her saplings and wonders if they might be in the orphan-crushing machine. Chat is confused about the orphan-crushing machine, which appears to be a bonemeal farm. A chatter plays Hydration Time.

1:58:00 Cleo reiterates that they avoid fan spaces and explains that fans sometimes just say rude things on the internet. She can know that a take is bad (“Cleo doesn’t deserve to be on Hermitcraft’) but that doesn’t mean it won’t sting. Pearl chimes in with a story about a Tiktok she saw where all the comments were kind except the ones about her. Cleo is instantly sympathetic and assures Pearl she is wonderful while threatening the lives of the haters. Tango alerts the server to potential lag incoming. Cleo says she doesn’t mind living and letting live with people who are mean to her, but nobody can say bad things about Pearl. Pearl says that most of the community is wonderful and she’s just getting used to living with the bad part. Cleo asks for advice about how to do that, because she has been on Hermitcraft for nine seasons and it is still hard. Cleo talks about the fine line between not feeding the trolls and not clapping back when it would be better to do so. A chatter plays Favorite Things. Cleo says it’s the mail system, because they had nine messages today and it was cool.

2:03:00 Pearl messages that when she starts feeling bad about fan negativity, she reminds herself that she shouldn’t care about the opinion of anybody she wouldn’t be willing to take advice from. It is silly to let the words of the haters have any impact. Cleo agrees that this is valid. They would not listen to those people’s advice, and would also probably say something very nasty to them. A chatter plays gross jellybean, much to Cleo’s chagrin. A chatter plays Giant Zombie. The jellybean is bubblegum, but Cleo would’ve actually preferred the mouthwash alternative. Bubble gum is a bad flavor.

2:05:50 Cleo wonders sometimes if she goes a bit too far, and mentions she might have been a bit too enthusiastic in verbal sparring with Doc. They reiterate the information about their TCG cards and the new expansion. The crossbeams are almost finished, and Cleo adds some above the windows. A chatter says they would not want to make Cleo mad, and Cleo confesses their bark is much worse than their bite. She also does fake anger a lot, because it is funny. When Doc killed the pig, she did get a bit too into the bit, but it was okay in the end. Doc shouldn’t have killed the pig! It’s okay, Cleo says, because he’ll suffer. A chatter asks what an HHH stream is. Cleo explains it is Hermits Helping Hermits and they haven’t done one for awhile because they and Joe are both busy. Cleo thinks she may have frightened Doc just a little bit and laughs about it.

2:10:10 A chatter plays Cleowo. Cleo says she doesn’t think Doc’s scared of her, more that he felt sort of guilty when the pig thing turned out bigger than he intended it to be. A chatter suggests that Doc didn’t realize Cleo was serious when they said they were attached to the pig. Cleo agrees that’s exactly what happened. Cleo has finished one building and has another one started, but they need to decide what is going to go inside on each floor. She takes a tour through the building. A chat plays emote only mode.

2:13:20 Cleo says it’s about time to call it a stream. They switch to big Vtuber mode and thank the chat for subs and donos. They insist that nobody sends them anymore firstborn children because they already have too many of them. Cleo raids into a non-hermit friend and ends the stream.

#hermitcraft #stream recaps #zombiecleo #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #falsesymmetry #tall claims court

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tojixz · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Notes: Part two done! I really didn't think part one of this simple fanfic would engage so much, I was so happy! I'm very happy that several people liked it and I hope to continue with more stories here. Also, I am new to Tumblr, so I am learning my way around the platform, so please be patient; but if you want to send me any requests or writing ideas about Avatar, feel free! I will try to elaborate and do a good write-up for you. In advance, THANK YOU VERY MUCH 💕💕

Summary: Another lovely day with the Sully family! Jake desperately chasing after the little rascals that are his children plus his pregnant wife to deal with.

Warnings: A little bit of anguish, but it is rewarded afterwards!

Word Count: 2,4k

Sa'nok (n) - Mom Tìyawn (n) - Love

Oel ngati kameie (n) - I see you

Part one | Part three

You awoke early that morning, feeling ready to make a productive day of it. Stretching, you got up from the hammock and looked around, missing the presence of your companion, who by the looks of it began his work as head of the Omatikaya Clan early in the morning. You are somewhat saddened to wake up away from Jake's body heat, missing his big arms around you and his loving kisses all over your face. But you have gotten used to it, after all it was a necessary evil.

Standing up, you observed your children still sleeping in a deep slumber. The clan started their activities early in the day, when the sun was just beginning to rise, but you thought it unnecessary to wake your children that early, then you go do what needs to be done while they stay in the tent resting. That is until Jake came to them and got them out of bed to start their day's activities.

While still looking at the sleeping children, her eyes fixed on Lo'ak for a moment. He was having little spasms in his sleep, probably because of some dream he had been having. You let out a small laugh at this; Lo'ak was usually agitated even in his sleep. His brothers complained about how he disturbed them with his nocturnal mumblings or kicks that they were liable to get because they were close.

After standing still for long enough, you finally got ready and left the tent.

A few months had passed, so your belly was very swollen at this point. You felt heavy and sluggish, but you smiled widely every time you felt your little baby kick your belly, which wasn't the case today since he was probably also sleeping like his other siblings.

As you walked a bit, you met up with some elders who greeted you respectfully. You asked if there was anything you could help with and, as expected, you were assigned something simple. Picking fruit and herbs for the clan's food preparation.

You didn't really mind doing simple tasks, you just didn't like being treated like a fragile piece of glass just because of your pregnant state. It wasn't uncommon for pregnant Na'vi women to help hunt with the others (only in simpler hunts in this case), so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for you to help.

You loved hunting, it made you feel useful to your clan and to your family, not to mention that others appreciated your help. You were a very good hunter, if not one of the best. You were agile and very good with the bow, being one of the main people in the clan to have exceptional aim, so being away from these activities misses you.

The main person to somehow force you not to hunt is none other than, himself, your faithful companion, Jake Sully.

He was already extremely protective of you in the early stages of pregnancy, but now that your belly was huge and you tired more easily, he protected you from even the most harmless creatures of Pandora.

Honestly, you were angry with him for it. Sometimes his constant protection was suffocating and made you feel like a child. But more childish is Jake and his stubbornness. No matter how much you argued, you would always be at square one of 'No hunting at all'.

Sighing, you settled for going after the items necessary for food preparation. At least that gave you a calming stroll with only your own presence among the flora of Pandora.

Jake had been searching for a family member for some time.

He went into his shared tent to, as usual, wake up his children to start the day. In the process he expected to find you and sprinkle you with kisses since he was unable to do that when he left the tent earlier.

However, the only thing he came across was the deadly silence of the environment and the stillness of the surroundings.

This was not normal. It definitely was not.

Their children didn't disappear like that. Even if they woke up before he arrived to wake them up, they usually stayed at home helping you with something or just enjoying themselves before Jake dragged them out.

But that wasn't the case today. There was no one in the tent, not even you.

This made your stomach turn and a bitter feeling settle in your throat. Nothing bad had happened, right?

The kids could have just gone out to play without waiting for him to arrive and you must have gone to do something. Yes, that's definitely it.

But even if it is, Jake was unable to stop the worry bubbling up inside him and the present despair he plunged into. Jake turned on his heels and hurried out of the tent in search of his children or you, whichever it was.

As he walked through the clan, Jake stopped the first person who appeared in front of him and began frantically asking questions in search of answers.

"Änsit! Oh my God, help me", Jake made the woman who was walking calmly with a basket in her arms stop abruptly at the mention of her name and turn with a look of astonishment to face the man who called out to her.

"Olo'eyktan, Oel ngati kameie. What's wrong?", the woman inquired, analyzing her leader's expressions and seeing how desperate and helpless the man is. What could be so bad that could have happened to make her great leader so frightened like this?

Jake swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth as he tried to stabilize his breathing, and then quickly said: "My children, have you seen them? Or their mother?"

He was able to see how the woman's body tensed for a few seconds and a worried expression took over from the previous one. This did not help ease his worries, in fact, it only made them worse.

"No, no, I didn't see them, any of them. Did something happen?"

Jake's heart froze, it wasn't possible for his noisy sons not to have made a presence in the clan yet, someone should have seen it. But he didn't have time to go out interrogating every soul he could find in front of him, his only option was to act and look for them on his own.

"Okay, thanks. If you see them, have someone let me know. For now I need to go", Jake didn't even give Änsit a chance to reason through the situation before he rushed back to search for you and your children.

He had been walking for a while and the situation was only getting worse. He could not calm his troubled heart and his eyes were beginning to fill with tears for fear that something might have happened.

In his search time he had heard that you had gone out early to help the elderly women with their search for fruits, herbs and derivatives, but so far there has been no return from you.

Jake was in the middle of the forest currently as the sun was high in the sky. He was breaking into a cold sweat as he continued to shout his name and that of his children. How could this have happened? How could he let you disappear like this?

Guilt was consuming him as worry settled in his lungs making it difficult to breathe. His throat was beginning to rasp from the many times he had called out their names. He refused to give up and knew that one hour you would answer him.

"Lo'ak! Neteyam!!" Jake continued walking and started to walk in between some trees in the process, still continuing with his call. "Kiri?! Oh Great Mother… Children, I ask you to answer me-", he was silenced by distant voices in front of him. He became still, so deadly still that it was possible to hear his heartbeat against his ribcage, just focusing on listening to the various voices behind the trees.

"Lo'ak, I will not repeat, watch out for the rocks!"

"Right Sa'nok. I am skilled, I will not get hurt."

"Sure you are", a sarcastic voice was heard soon after, pouring debauchery into every word, "Who was the fool who slipped last time and grated his entire knee?"

"Shut up Kiri!"

"Watch the lingo, Lo'ak!"

A commotion followed soon after, sounds of splashing water and screaming children filled the place. Jake would recognize those voices even on his deathbed, they were the voices that annoyed him some days, but lit up all his mornings.

He let out the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. A shaky sigh left his lips; his legs slackened for a few seconds as relief flooded his entire being.

Jake didn't know that those voices were the sweetest thing he had ever heard in his entire life. He never wanted to listen to the silence again.

Making his way through the greenery, Jake could finally see the scene in front of him. Small children were playing in the small pond that had settled there, while a more delicate figure with a large round part in place of a stomach was sitting on the ground peeling some fruit in its basket.

It was the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed. Although Jake was angry that you had disappeared without trace or warning, the anger was soon replaced by passion and affection for his family. Jake loved them so much, so much that his heart ached. And to think that soon they would have an extra member there, running and jumping along with their other children. Jake could not contain the smile that insisted on appearing on his lips.

Walking toward you, Jake sat down beside you while resting his head on your shoulder, making you jump from where you were standing from the fright you got.

"Ah my Eywa. What a fright Jake Sully! What did I say about sneaky approaches?" You shot him a scolding look as you calmed your heartbeat.

"I'm sorry. But I guess I'm the only one who should be angry here, because why did you disappear without even telling me? The children… do you know how desperate I was to chase after you?", his voice was firm, wanting to scold you, but you could feel the desperation in his speech.

Your lips curved upward slightly as you put your knife and fruit away in the basket beside you, only to take Jake's hands and entwine them together. "I'm sorry, love, I did not mean that. I took the opportunity of you not being around to serve as some help to the clan since you make me unable to do so in your presence", you said with a playful tone that drew a snort coming from Jake, which you just ignored and continued, "I was really going to do what I was assigned and return to join the elders, however, as I was gathering the necessary ingredients, I felt small bodies cling to my leg demanding that I play with them. Your children woke up energized today."

You and Jake shifted their focus to the children diving into the pond ahead, realizing that they probably hadn't even noticed their father's presence yet.

Jake moved even closer to you and deposited a light kiss on your lips, so soft that you were almost unable to register it. Then he lowered his face and deposited an even more loving kiss on your round belly, then you were able to hear him murmur, "I was very afraid that something might have happened to you."

Your heart squeezed at those words and you felt guilty. It wasn't fair to Jake to suddenly disappear without warning, you were a little upset this morning, but it still wasn't a reason. You can imagine the constant desperation he had been in before he found you.

The only option you found yourself able to do to soothe your companion's distressed heart was to get up and sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around Jake's neck and resting your forehead against his. "Forgive me, tìyawn", you deposited a longer kiss on Jake's mouth, pulling away minimally to whisper something that only the two of you were able to hear, "What can I do to end your fears?"

Before Jake was able to answer, you were able to hear voices of disgust behind you.

"Ew… Daddy, how long have you been here doing disgusting things?", Kiri asked as she hid her face behind her older brother so she wouldn't be able to see anything else.

"You disappear without a trace and when you see me you're already saying these things to me?", Jake took you from his lap as gently as possible, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. He got up and slowly started walking towards his children with his arms outstretched. "Am I supposed to shower you with kisses as punishment for all the hell you put me through today?"

Your children let out startled cries as they ran to protect themselves from their father's strong arms, Lo'ak colliding head-on with Neteyam in the process, causing Kiri to squirm with laughter and end up falling into the arms of Jake who was showering her with kisses all over her little face.

You started to laugh out loud at your family's pranks. You cherished moments like that and they made them memories too special to fix in your head. You cracked a smile as more laughter was heard coming from Jake, Neteyam, Lo'ak and Kiri. That is until your smile widened even more (if that was possible) as you felt your baby kicking your belly. Placing your hand on your stomach, you were able to feel the baby's excitement, as if it was sharing all the energy coming from its siblings.

You knew that surely this little being in your belly would be just as energetic as your current little ones. And it made you realize how blessed you truly were.

You would be scolded later for not having taken the promised ingredients to the elders. But that's okay, the light of your family was able to make you overcome any challenge.

The story took a different turn than I expected, but in the end I liked it! I hope I was able to convey well the father jake desperate for his missing family lmao✨️

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#avatar #jake sully #jake sully x reader #avatar jake sully #avatar jake sully x reader #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #loak sully #kiri sully #tuk sully #avatar 2009 #avatar 2022 #avatar 1 #avatar 2 #avatar twow #atwow #atwow fluff #atwow x reader

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formlines · 3 months ago

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Reflection

Qwalsius/Shaun Peterson

from the website: As the saying goes, hindsight is 2020. Of course this references vision, but as much as I shy from these nuanced phrases, it’s inevitable. Not unlike the other phrase, “I wish I knew then what I know now”. Just before the pandemic I was setting on making–and still am–the work of my dreams. I always wanted to see the art tradition of the land I was born and have deep roots in recognized in a higher profile. Like roots, it takes time for a message to break through and connect. All that said, there were foundations that helped me get there, which are many.

In process of carving I have always been aware that the cedar I carve was alive, and from this place, and therefore sacred. It can be daunting to think about what you are shaping into something and be lead into paralysis by analysis. Which lead to my naming of this print as such. I felt it wasn’t easy to name something with complex reflection, which it is ultimately named. It is something that isn’t talked about often, but it’s not always clear what I am making as I am making it, or why it comes to be a driving factor for me to make it.

As a Native artist, I’m often asked about casinos and stereotypes of my culture. We are unfortunately not well represented or visible. To some, we are like unicorns in the wild, which is something I have finally made peace with over the years. In the end, we are human beings like anyone else, but with a unique history in the land of the free and home of the brave.

During the time of ‘lock down’ in the early pandemic, I was nervous like anyone else, but somewhat reluctant about how I could express it. I had worked on designs that could be looked at as a card deck, and from there this image shaped itself. Examining what our ancestors would think about how we live today, caught in a game of monetary values as a gauge of worth. Yet, all the while thinking of underlying values of the environment that shaped our culture.

Harvesting cedar bark from the trees to provide shelter and clothing is, or at least was, commonplace at a time. Bark pounded into soft fiber, roots woven into hats, capes lined with eagle down as means to literally remind us our connection to the land and its values. It was a different time and a different world in many ways. However, in time of isolation–which I have to do as part of my nature of occupation painting or carving–I recalled a powerful memory of a woman and man wearing cedar clothing, not entirely, but a hat, a backpack and eagle feathers crossing the street in downtown Seattle. It made me light up to know that they were not putting on a show or flaunting culture in opposition, but moving about as we all do in our daily lives.

Something about that memory made me put a pen in my hand and start drawing something from what was not comfortable, necessarily, but felt right to me. In this time of reflection I was thinking about the mask of this day we wear for function and not for show. Then, equally, how we put on a mask to show how happy we are when we aren’t, and how it took a pandemic for some to come to grips with this. I would be lying if I said this wasn’t something I wrestle with, but I’m no shaman, I’m no leader, I’m a product of my environment. I’m fortunate to have roots that kept me grounded here and I see the power of reflection in so many ways. Like anyone else, looking into my phone doesn’t tell me who I am or where I came from. No more than a screen does, or looking in the mirror.

I also wanted to depict somehow a modern reflection of a story of a man who sought fire for power so much that he had become it. Without humility, we give up more than we know. For some it is time, for some it is value, but there is resolution where lightning touches the water.

#Qwalsius #Shaun Peterson #Puyallup #Stonington Gallery

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rendy-a · 1 year ago

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Locked in with the Film Research Club

I had Vil on the mind from finishing my last fic when someone "liked" one of my Club Visit stories and...here we are! Sorry Ortho, but of course Vil steals the show here!

Sometimes, it strikes you at odd moments that Vil is famous, really famous. You'd been walking past the gym when you saw a student drop a heavy looking box and kick it. "Who does he think he is? Mr. Famous is too good to do the grunt work but can order us around like we work for him!" The student waking with him also drops his box and smiles, "Yeah, let's ditch and let our delicate princess figure this out himself." With that, they both laughingly depart.

You walked over, already having an idea in mind about what had happened. You pulled open the box to see a mixture of lighting and sound equipment. You give a small sigh, putting the picture together. Vil was a strict a leader in the Film Research Club as he was a Dorm Leader. Not everyone could deal with his...intense... style of encouragement and grew to envy and resent him.

You sighed but hefted the boxes anyway. You wouldn't exactly say that you and Vil were friends, but after the VDC, you were at least friendly. Plus, Ortho was always telling you about the things he'd done in club. You can't disappoint a fellow first-year! So, you trudge your way over to the alchemy school wing that you heard the Film club would be using for their shoot today.

When you arrived, you found Ortho setting up some complicated machinery to attach the camera to. You greet the cheerful boy and tell him about the boxes. "Vil Schoenheit has been looking for that equipment. He'll be so happy you've found it, Prefect! I'll go tell him right away!" You pat Ortho on the back, "That's OK. I've got lots of spare time and you seem busy here. I'll go tell him. Just point me in the right direction!"

You found Vil in a large storage closet near the Alchemy room, just as Ortho suggested he'd be. You swing the door open and approach Vil, who is leafing through a book near the back of the closet where a small amount of light shines through a tiny window. "Hey Vil, Ortho sent me," you began before Vil turns and shouts, "Perfect! Grab the door!" You jump at the shouting and hear an ominous click behind you.

Vil sighs, and you look at him guiltily, "Oops." It turns out that the supply closet near the Alchemy rooms locks automatically when closed due to the expensive ingredients and tools stored within. Plus, since some of the components have a chance of magical reaction if not stored correctly, the room was warded against magic. All of that added up to you and Vil being locked in the supply closet until someone came to find you.

Vil gave another sigh and returned to the book he was viewing. After a moment of looking around, you wandered over to join him. Plus... it's a closet; you really don't have a lot of choices here. You peek over and see it's a photo album. "Rook took them," Vil comments when he notices your interest. "I was in here picking up some special effects potions. Rook makes them in Science Club and leaves them in here until we need them. I guess he also stores some old photos here, too."

You leaned in to look. They were pictures from last year's Film Research Club. Some were productions, and others were candid shots from behind the scenes. A few you found confusing, but you imagined, if you asked Rook, he'd have a long explanation about why he'd photographed a scarf on a chair or a stack of paint canisters. By the end of Rooks flowing explanation, you'd probably believe the unusual subjects to be highly beautiful as well.

Vil turns the page, and the next image is his own, albeit a somewhat younger version. A frown graces his beautiful face, and he comments, "I'm sure he never intended for this to be seen, but I do hate pictures of myself being taken when I can't control them." You look at the photo of second-year Vil, "You look good, though." He looks at you sadly, "How naive you are, potato. You never know what sort of trouble a small photo can start. The tiniest detail that goes unnoticed by you can start a wild scandal."

Vil crosses his arms across his chest and looks at you with a frown, "And speaking of scandal, no good will come of the story of us being in this closet." You can easily imagine the gossip but assure Vil, "I'm sure it will be fine. No one is here but the club members, and we will just explain what happened. I'm sure they will understand!" Vil continues to look at you for a moment, and his expression slowly slides into one of amusement, "Potato, you are so refreshingly optimistic and naive."

You give a small laugh and smile, you know it to be true. Vil looks at you with a sort of fondness. It was so rare to find such a genuine person to interact with once you've become as famous as he. Suddenly, Vil's smile grows sharper and sly, "I, in the other hand, am not as foolish as you. If the peanut gallery is going to spread rumors about me..." You look on in amazement as his smile deepens and he slides close to you...

The closet door opens at last, and Ortho greets you, "Vil Schoenhit! Prefect! My sensors indicate that you have not left this room for thirty minutes. The club members grew worried, and we came to check on you!" You smile gratefully at the AI boy, "Thanks for the rescue, Ortho. I thought we'd be stuck in there all afternoon." Even as you smile at Ortho, you spot the envious duo from earlier. Just as Vil predicted, you can hear their gossiping whispers begin.

You hold your head high and push past them. After all, Vil was right. If people are going to talk about you kissing in the closet, then you might as well be kissing in the closet. You gently put your fingertips to your lips and smile, it wouldn't be a photo to add to Rook's album but you think it is definitely a beautiful memory of Film Research Club for you to hold on to.

#mini event #club visits #twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #twst x reader

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ericsprincess · 8 months ago

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i can't stop for you and me PART 2

nc-17, Sung Hanbin/Reader, office au, bully!reader, doormat!Hanbin, cunnilingus, penetration, mild Jiwoong/Hao as a treat

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“...And this would be for this quarter’s financial reports. Any questions?” you look around the meeting room as you finish your presentation. Your eyes meet only unpleasant wrinkly faces of the surrounding old men, some frowning with disapproval, some looking bored. You already know that any possible question will be intended as a thinly veiled attack on your leadership or character.

And sure thing, they are not holding back. The new strategy you sweated blood to push forward seems to be paying off and the usual naysayers are not happy about it.

They start firing their dumb and useless questions immediately at you, not even caring about whether they are relevant to the meeting. Just anything where they sense they might get lucky and manage to undermine your authority. Now that you have been promoted to an executive and have to handle new and more difficult tasks and responsibilities, there have been a lot more vultures circling around you, waiting for the smallest mistake.

And today their anger seems to be freshly fueled by your latest success. The questions are never ending, even sprinkled with occasional jabs and remarks in between. These guys fully realized that they can’t go against the facts, so they are just trying to destroy your confidence. Well, good luck with that, you think. It’s not that their comments ever get to you, but it’s just so draining. You can almost taste the headache coming.

However, today you’re here not only armed with bulletproof results and arguments, you’re also not by yourself.

Your eyes briefly look at Hanbin, and just by wrinkling your nose a little at him, he gets the message immediately. He pointedly looks at his watch and clears his throat.

“Well, gentlemen, I am afraid we need to wrap this up, as Mrs. Y/L/N has another meeting in a few minutes. If you have any further questions please email them to me, and I’ll be sure to get back to you. Thank you for your attendance and see you next time,” he concludes and stands up, not leaving any space for a further discussion.

The meeting room starts to slowly empty out, loud with sounds of grumbles of annoyed men, while you and Hanbin silently pack your things.

You leave the room, walking next to each other down the corridor without any words. You’re still feeling the adrenaline and a bit of anger from the meeting, so much that you’re almost vibrating. You don’t think you’ll be able to focus on anything productive right now, not until you calm down.

You sneak a glance at Hanbin’s pretty profile. You’re feeling a little grateful to him having your back today, even though it’s his job. But his dedication to you and the fact that he can read you so well made you feel a little pleased and smug. He’s probably the only one you can somewhat trust in this snake nest of a company.

You’re not sure how to channel this wave of warm feelings, especially not when combined with lingering anger, so you act on impulse and grab Hanbin by his arm, pulling him into the nearest supply closet, locking the door behind you.

You throw yourself on a little table next to the shelves, not leaving Hanbin much choice but to move between your legs in the cramped space. He looks surprised and taken aback a little, but he’s clearly already put two and two together, judging by his blushy face.

“Get me off in 5 minutes and I’ll give you a raise,” you grab him by his tie and pull him into a passionate kiss.

He doesn’t hesitate even a second to kiss you back, obedient as always. You always enjoy how he feels when he’s close and kissing you like that - you like his scent, his warmth and even his sounds that he makes while you make out.

With one hand holding you by your cheek, he lets the other one roam down your body until he’s able to get it under your dress. He finds your panties and starts to pull them down off you - they end up discarded somewhere in the corner of the closet.

You break the kiss even though he protests a little, chasing your mouth again, but you just give him one last peck and then you’re slightly pushing down on his shoulder. It’s not like he ever needs to be asked twice, so he falls down on his knees in front of the table and doesn’t waste a second to start eating you out.

He knows he’s on the clock and also to not test your patience when you’re in this kind of a mood, so after he gets a brief taste, he quickly builds up to flicking his tongue quickly over your clit.

As soon as he feels you getting really wet, he doesn’t waste a moment and pushes his two fingers into you. Playing dirty, you think and sigh, this combination gets you to come lightspeed fast, and he knows it, because you told him once, in a moment of weakness, when you were trying to provoke him. And now it’s being used against you.

But you’re still feeling a little sadistic and spiteful, with angry energy still buzzing under your skin. You squeeze your legs around his legs, wondering how much time would it take until he taps out because he can’t breathe like that.

He doesn’t. If anything it makes him work even harder, sucking on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you relentlessly, with almost desperate focus, ignoring the lack of air and his hand starting to cramp. He’s so delightful.

“Get up, come on, I changed my mind, I want you to fuck me” you pull him by his hair, rushing him up. He can barely get a hold of himself, his mouth and chin still wet and glistening from you, while you’re already unzipping his pants, taking his hard cock out. You pull him closer to you by his cock, roughly enough to make him vince, but he doesn’t have time to protest, because you're already pushing it inside you, so hurriedly, he’s barely able to keep his balance and not fall onto you. He gets a hold of the table to stabilize himself, while you’re already digging your heels into his back to make him fuck you.

From now on, it’s just a fast whirlwind of desperate fucking, him rutting into you like an animal, trying to get you both to come as quickly as possible, not being able to slow down anymore, and you egging him on, holding him tight and talking filth right into his ear, telling him how good he is and how he deserves to cum inside you this time.

And that’s what it does for him. Clearly the idea is too attractive for him because not even a few thrusts after, he’s cumming and you can feel his cock pumping cum inside you. His eyes are closed and he’s gripping you tightly, but even in spite of that he has a presence of mind to slip his hand down and rub your clit to get you off together with him.

You come right as he’s finishing and you can only let him hold you tightly while you bury your face into the crook of his neck to not be too loud. He always feels so good, but you’re still at work and can’t afford to let the whole office know.

You both slowly catch your breath and start fixing your clothes. His face is adorably red and his hair is beyond saving, just like yours. You wipe his mouth with the sleeve of your blouse.

“Well deserved,” you smile. He smiles back at you shyly and bows his head a little.

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You try to do your best to fix your appearance, but you can do only so much in a closet with almost no light and no mirror. You open the door to leave, with Hanbin right behind you and once you get out of the closet, you freeze in your step.

Right outside, looking directly at you are Jiwoong and Hao from accounting, walking down the hallway. Also known as two biggest gossips in the company. And they are looking at you, walking out of a supply closet with your assistant in tow, as if you were the second coming of Jesus, but with obvious sex hair.

Fuck.

You pick up the last dregs of your dignity and ignore them, walking past them, straight in the direction of your office, with Hanbin following you like a scared puppy. Once you’re back, he obviously wants to say something, but you don’t let him.

“Just go get us coffee. I’ll take care of them.” you shoo him away and he reluctantly goes, obviously not happy to be left out.

You enter your office, and fling yourself into your chair. You resist the temptation to rub your eyes and groan, and pick up your phone.

“Hao? Hello, yes, this is Y/N. Can you and Jiwoong please come to my office? Now.” you say in a tone that does not allow any negotiations and hang up.

They appear exactly a minute later, nervous and slightly out of breath. You wave them in and they close the door and stand in front of your big desk. They look like boys about to be scolded by a teacher.

“Your phones, unlocked,” you hold out your hand, and they both frown, but slowly and hesitantly turn their phones in. You make a brief check. Of course.

“So, gentlemen, what we are going to do now, is that you’re going to go through your messages, and message every person you’ve already informed about the thing you haven’t seen, that you have made it up and it never happened,” you hand them the phones back and they look at each other, but get to work.

Wow, these guys work fast, you think as you are watching them shift through the seemingly never ending list of messages.

Once they are finally done, you stand up from behind your desk and walk in front of it, leaning against and looking directly at them. You pull out your own phone.

“Now kiss,” you smile.

“W-what?” asks Jiwoong, obviously surprised.

“I will not ask twice,” you reply and raise your phone to point the camera at them. “And make it hot.”

They are clearly alarmed, but neither looks too keen on risking losing his job, so slowly, they turn to each other and their lips meet in a kiss.

It’s hesitant at first, neither looking very happy about the idea of either kissing a man or a coworker, but they quickly figure out that they are supposed to continue until you stop them.

Slowly they get into it, lips glistening with saliva sliding against each other, with their eyes closed. You can see Hao slipping his tongue into Jiwoong’s mouth and Jiwoong losing the fight against his willpower to keep his hands by himself and grabbing Hao by his waist to pull him closer.

Damn, I should pitch this to HR as the team building activity for the next quarter.

“Thank you, I think this will be enough,” you stop the video recording and shove your phone back into your pocket. I’ll gladly revisit that later. In private.

“Thank you for your cooperation, you can go now. Just remember, it’s now in your personal interest to not let any unfounded rumors spread. Understood?”

They both nod awkwardly and shuffle to the door to get away from you as soon as possible.

“Also,” you stop them. “You might want to visit the bathroom to fix that,” you amusedly nod at the matching tents in their trousers. Neither of them replies, they both just rush away so quickly they almost get stuck in the doorway, trying to leave both at once. Idiots.

You walk back to your chair and drop yourself in. You smile, lean back and pull up your phone to make a reservation for two at that nice restaurant you’ve been wanting to try out of for a while.

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