#also please don't bring up how the other characters made mistakes in the past

[ranbling]

I'm gonna make one last post about this topic to get out everything from my system:

Tommy fans seem all to eager to bury his past and talk about his growth when this curtesy is never extended to female love interests (and Ana, Ali, Natalia and Marisol never acted anywhere close to how he did in the begins episodes). He was absolutely terrible to Chimney and then only stopped pretending he's not invisible when Chimney saved his life. Even then he gave no apology, just a thank you and decided to move on as if his past behaviour haven't happened. And then he acted the same with Hen - pretending she's invisible and making little side comments (I'm not saying only he did that, the everyone in the old 118 is guilty of this) and he and Sal only decided to respect her and actually aknowledge her when she saved made a choice and saved someone's life, who would have been dead thanks to the old captain. And there was no apology to Hen either. The old 118 was a backwards and regressive place, but this an explanation to his behaviour not an excuse.

People can argue how not everything needs to be shown, but I feel like it's hard to make amends when the other party is not even owning up his own behaviour enough to even apologise to the people he hurt with his behaviour.

The date with Buck was also not a great first queer experience. Having your date tell you how he understands working in a macho line of work and not being out to calm your anxiety, than make little side comments when you're not ready to come out to your best friend who just showed up by coincidence is not cool. (As a queer person, I don't think Buck put Tommy back into the closet, it wasn't like Eddie knew they were on a date or Tommy is gay and yeah maybe the finding hot chick comment was unnecessary, but Buck was anxious long before Eddie showed up). Also I get why Tommy wanted to leave, but not telling until the Uber pulls up is also a shitty thing to do. Natalia also leaves Buck and people seem to hate her for it, but she comes back.

Also the Evan thing and calling Buck kid. I hate both things. Calling your date kid is weird and just why would you do that? And I know that Tommy calling Buck "Evan" is supposed to be cute, or special, but it just gives me the ick. It's not his prefered name

Also telling Buck how he's jelaous of the family dynamic of the 118 and then going for a kiss is certainly a choice on the part of the writers.

Tommy is character who had little to no development during the show - yeah they seem friendly in the Bobby begins episode, but do you want to be unfriendly to the guy who works with you and finally decided to not be a dick? and we're just supposed to believe he was always a good guy, who only acted the way he did because the old 118 was old school and he was figuring out his sexual identity?

He's not a character with good development or layers, he's a character who was a plot device to show how horrible work places that are considered macho to poc and women, and now they decided to bring him back for some reason as a first queer experience to Buck and act like him being gay excuses how he acted in the past

[maochira]

Being Ohma Tokita's adopted child

Characters: Ohma, Kazuo, Kaede (one mention), Koga, Ryuki

gn!child!reader, hurt/comfort, first part is about Kengan Ashura and the second about Kengan Omega (there will be an Omega spoiler warning!)

If it wasn't for Ohma, you would be dead by now. You barely would have had a chance at life.

Born as the child to a prostitute on The Inside and without your biological father anywhere near the first years of your life were... rough. You don't remember any of it, but your mother really tried her best to take care of you.

Until she was murdered.

Ohma found you by coincidence. And normally he wouldn't have cared about a lonely toddler on the streets. Death is a daily occurrence on The Inside, after all.

There was just something different about you. Something that made Ohma decide to take care of you for the time being. Maybe for a few weeks or months, just long enough for him to find someone who could take better care of you than he could.

Ohma never ended up giving you away. He couldn't get himself to do it.

One day you suddenly called him "dada" and that was when he realised how fatherly he felt for you. And he realised if he gave you away, he'd only worry about how your life would continue without him.

He promised to himself to raise you into a strong fighter so you can defend yourself even when he's not around.

You were 5 at the time when Ohma became a Kengan fighter. It was odd because you weren't used to being around so many people so you would always stay at Ohma's side.

You quickly got attached to Kazuo and Kaede and ended up clinging to them whenever Ohma was in a fight.

At first Ohma was critisized for bringing you along, especially when he took you to the Kengan Annihilation tournament, but that criticism went down when everyone noticed how much you love to watch Ohma (and everyone else) fight.

Especially when it became obvious how eager you are to become a fighter when you'd grow up, people stopped critisizing Ohma for the most part. After all, he's trying to raise someone who might become one of the strongest Kengan fighters of the next generation.

KENGAN OMEGA SPOILERS BEGIN BELOW THE IMAGE

After Ohma's "death" Kazuo decided to take custody over you. He's already raised two sons, so how hard could it be to raise you as well? It definitely was a lot harder than he expected.

Besides his new job and new life situation in general he was mourning Ohma's death just as much as you were. But every time you seemed to get better, Kazuo started healing a little more as well.

Despite the fact that you're not Ohma's biological child, Kazuo could always see parts of him in you. That motivated Kazuo to raise you into the fighter Ohma had planned.

Other Kengan fighters would help with your training and introduced you to all sorts of fighting styles. You learned the many techniques you were taught by them a lot quicker than any other child your age would, which impressed everyone.

When Koga showed up you got attached to him surprisingly quickly. To him, you're something like the little sibling he never had. You also ended up calling him "Nii-san" at some point because you spent so much time with him.

When you first met Ryuki, you were the first one to not mistake him for Ohma. At first you didn't want to be near Ryuki at all, but soon started feeling some sense of security around him. In some ways he still reminded you of your father who you missed so much.

And then everything turned around. The entire time, Ohma wasn't actually dead.

He hated how he couldn't be there for you the past two years, but what he hated even more was the thought of bringing you into danger.

The moment Ohma finally got to reuinite with you was the first and only time he cried in front of you. It wasn't much, but you could see the tears forming in his eyes.

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[hacked-by-jake]

𝗡𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀

Summary: Not everyone is interested in getting married, but in a dangerous life, a lot of bad things can happen. Especially in Jake and MC’s life, the couple cares a lot about safety. So they just wanted to be prepared for the worst. But if you have a Kaden, you don’t need enemies anymore.

Pairing: Jake x Fem!MC (She/Her)

Other characters: Kaden. (Jake's extroverted Brother. (If you don't know him yet, Kaden is an OC made by a couple of people from our Fandom. It began as little joke but some of us really enjoy the idea of him.) + The Group

Words: 2718

Warnings: Strong language / Marriage / Fast progress (?) / Implied accidents, death and severe injury (?) Not really but just in case. Quickly written

A/N: Okay, so, I wrote it this morning. If you’ve been following me for a while, you might know that I’m not a fan of getting married. Nevertheless, I had this idea in my head for a long time and somehow it came out today. I think it kinda suits MC and Jake. At least, how I imagine them so maybe you will like it as well. Please forgive me for any mistakes. Have fun. 💚 Oh, and very important, don't be like Kaden. Let people live. Do not force anyone into thinking that things like marriage is important to be fully happy. :)

"Yo yo yo, my two favourite chaotics." Kaden did not bother to wait until MC went out of the way and just pushed past her into the apartment as soon as the door was wide enough open.

"Ready for party?" he added and turned to the young woman, who closed the door while rolling her eyes.

"Sure, party, at the Rainbow, I can already see the hangover due to too much cake," mocked his brother’s girlfriend.

"MC, my sweet little MC," Kaden spoke as if he wanted to explain important life-rules to a 5 year old child. He came up to her, cupping her face and bringing his so close to her that his nose almost touched hers, "Anything can be a party if you act accordingly." He nudged her nose with a finger befor distancing himself again.

"So, where’s my dear brother? Not ready as usual, huh?"

He almost jumped straight through the room to the spiral staircase, took the first three steps up and singsong, "Jake, move your ugly ass down, we’re too late!"

MC couldn’t help but grin, "Wait here, I’ll get him, I have to change my shirt anyway."

As she went upstairs, Kaden sighed bored. As always, he was unfamiliar with privacy, and as long as he had to wait, he could also look around a bit. After all, it was the couple’s own fault.

If they weren’t late, he wouldn’t have time for this.

First he examined the framed picture of himself, his mother and his brother, which was palced on a dresser. This picture was taken almost 15 years ago and the two boys had been quite young and happy at the time. Every time he was here, he looked slightly melancholically at this picture, sighed and put it away with a grin. Just as now.

He already knew the rest of the living room by heart, at least the obvious decoration. He also knew most of the drawers, but decided to take a look at the top drawer. Maybe it has some new, interesting things to discover.

The drawer opened and the man froze as he saw the indeed new paper.

'Registry office - Certificate of marriage'

The words literally screamed into his face. If he had something to drink in his hand now, he would probably have spit the liquid against the next wall and choked terribly. Instead, his heart skipped a couple of important beats while he kept reading the couple’s, sorry, spouse's, two signatures at the end of the note over and over.

The words raced through his head, he understood what was there, but it took him a good minute to realize it.

But then, then it hit him right.

"What the fucking hell!" he yelled, grabbed the sealed paper and jumped up the stairs, ignoring two steps at a time.

At the same time, the door of Jake’s office opened and MC came out of the bedroom.

"What the hell is that?" Kaden waged furiously with the certificate in front of their faces, staring at them with wide eyes and shook his head in disbelief. He repeated his question, making a tiny pause between every word to emphasize the seriousness.

MC’s eyes grew even bigger than before while Jake could do nothing but looking tormented at his... wife.

When neither of the two attempted to answer, Kaden frantically hissed, "You are married! I thought you didn’t want to get married? And then you do it? Secretly?"

The woman wanted to approach him, calling his name calmingly.

He interrupted her, "Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?"

Jake sighed while passing her to enter the bedroom. But not without placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Kaden, come down, you’re exhausting." His brother stopped in front of the closet, opened it and grabbed a hoodie which he pulled over his black shirt.

"I am exhausting? You got married! Without telling anyone!" the younger brother followed the hacker into the room.

MC stood behind him and gave Jake a tired look.

"Kaden, stop" she pleaded, "Yes, we got married. And we didn’t say anything because we didn’t want to make a big deal of it."

"No big deal?" Kaden snapped, "The most antisocial man in the world," pointing straight at Jake, "My brother. Got married! To a real, living woman, and you’re telling me that’s not a big deal?"

"Right." Jake growled, offended by the previously spoken words, "Because it’s no big deal."

"Why didn’t you say anything? And why the hell are you suddenly getting married and keeping it secret? You don’t even wear rings!"

"We didn’t say anything because we didn’t get married to capture our love on a piece of paper." MC joined her husband’s side. She grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. His blue was filled with warmth and pure affection for her. "You know," she continued, "What happened with Richy back then, and after Jake disappeared and the arrest - we’ve just seen too many times what can go wrong without being able to expect it. Too often we have had to watch disasters, so call us ridiculous, but the reason we decided to take this step..," she paused. For the hacker, it was the sign to continue her sentence. He cleared his throat, the air suddenly seemed to be suffocating, "If anything happens. To me or MC, then we want to be able to decide about the other. No, rather for the other. Should the case occur that we ourselves can no longer do it."

For a few moments it was very quiet in the room. Not even Kaden, for once, knew what to say. Instead, he looked at his counterparts with a mixture of disbelief and concern.

This time it was MC who had to clear her throat, her voice sounded still a bit hoarse, "When it came to what happens with Richy in the hospital, the drama of who has the authority and all that. The argument between Jessy and Richy’s father - we just want to be able to do what’s best for the other. And only as a couple this is not possible, so we decided to get married without ceremony or anything else. Only legal and fast, and only for this one specific reason. You know that we both didn’t really want to get married, so we didn’t want to celebrate either. On the other hand, the reason why we did it, is not a reason worth to celebrate. We discussed it normally and decided to do it to be on the safe side if the worst case ever comes true. And we didn’t tell you anything because we really didn’t want you to make this thing bigger than it is. We love you, Kaden, but you know that keeping secrets and discretion are not your strengths." His new sister-in-law grinned slightly at the end.

Kaden looked slightly hurt, but could not stop the small grin that slowly crept on his lips. Everything he could get out was a soft, "Okay."

"O-okay?" Jake’s face grimaced in amazement, "No more? You accept it as it is?"

No, of course he did not.

"Yes, I do. I guess I have no choice. I admit, I feel hurt, but I have to live with it. I’m happy for both of you, tho." He dropped the paper onto their bed, bridged the gap and pulled the couple into a firm embrace.

"You are pathetic unromantic," Kaden muttered and ended the tender moment.

"We do know."

"I think we should really get going now." Jake recalled the meeting.

"Righty-right." his brother clapped his hands, "Let’s go!" He did not hesitate another second, leaving the two speechless behind.

Neither Jake nor MC trusted this situation, it did not suit Kaden to simply swallow such a thing and then continue. He makes a big deal out of everything. This reaction was more than suspect.

~

15 minutes later the three got out of Kaden’s car. They could already see the group sitting outside the Rainbow at a big table, laughing.

"Kaden," Jake’s voice was warning, "No word to the others, understand?"

"Ay ay, sir." He saluted exaggeratedly and nodded, "Go ahead, I’ll be right back, I’ll have to buy something for my computer." Jake tried to reach for his brother's arm but Kaden escaped him, "Don't worry, I will hurry up."

The young woman rolled her eyes once again, taking Jake’s hand into her own and together they joined their other friends.

~

Just as the friendly waitress had placed the last ordered drink on the table and left, Kaden suddenly appeared at the table.

Right behind Jake and MC.

"Hello, dearest brother." Lilly’s eyes began to glow with joy, but her second half-brother ignored her. He was way too busy praising himself for his very next move.

Without shame, he placed a small square box in front of the couple. It was clearly a ring box, covered in wonderful black velvet.

'Fuck you, Kaden!' MC hissed in her mind and closed her eyes, trying to control her breath. Or rather, her rapidly rising anger level.

"Kaden-" The hacker growled and wanted to turn around, but Kaden pressed his hand against Jake's mouth. "For the newly married couple!" he purred.

At the table it became dead-silent, just like Kaden earlier, everyone froze in the middle of the movement, staring at the standing man, then switching to Jake and MC.

"What do you mean, excuse me?" Jessy choked on her coffee. Dan who was sitting next to her immediately started patting her back a little too hard. The redhead coughed while trying to grab Dan’s hand, "Ouch, stop!"

"Yeah, right. Joker and Harley. V and Evey. Romio and Julia, the last one is the best fitting one, married quietly and secretly, sneakily and cocky, and they didn’t tell anyone."

Lilly almost jumped up from her chair, "You seriously got married?"

Hannah began to smile slowly. "Is that true? You got married?" The older sister looks at them like real unicorns are sitting in front of her. Her eyes were a real competition for the ones of the little girl in the movie 'Despicable Me'.

The first shock had dissolved and everyone started to talk wildly.

"Goddamnit Kaden, you fucking asshole!" Jake turned to his brother and wanted to get up to be at his eye level, but MC put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Let’s just do it, we have no other choice anyway."

To put an end to the discussion, she took Jake’s hand and then spoke out loud to get through the jumble of voices, "Yes, we got married. Two weeks ago. No, we didn’t do it out of infinite love, even if we do, we just want to be able to take care of each other, even in an emergency. We don’t wanted a situation like the one we had with Richy back then. No, we do not want to celebrate now and we do not want to make a big issue of it. We’re a couple like before, we just signed a note, that’s all."

Kaden’s grin grew wider and wider, if that was still possible, while he finally took the last free chair.

Seconds passed again, filled with nothing but silence, then the voice-chaos repeated.

MC whined and dropped her head against Jake’s shoulder, needed his near and searching for support. To her surprise, even he was grinning lightly. She had rather expected that the hacker would take the fork in front of him and ram it into Kaden’s shoulder.

Mentioned one just leaned back contentedly in his chair and watched the whole thing with devilish pleasure.

"You're officially banned from our home!"

He gratefully pretended to put the middle finger he had just been shown by his beloved sister-in-law into his pocket.

"Excuse me," the waitress stepped back into the action, "There seems to be a big reason for you discussion, but I ask you to be a little quieter, the other guests also want to talk."

"Sorry, Liza, we’ll be quiet." Cleo knew the woman for a long time, they both had attended several cooking classes together.

"Oh, and congratulations," she turned to Jake and MC before moving to another table.

"Listen," Jake’s brother supported his elbows on the table and leaned forward, "I know you both hate me now-"

Jake snorted, "Not only since now."

A unanimous laugh, an eye-rolling of Kaden, a punch against Jake's chest by MC.

"Okay, correction: I know you hate me even more now," he winked, "But I had a good reason to be an asshole."

"Pah," Dan chuckled, "Funny. You say that every time."

"Let him finish, Dan" Although Thomas said what everyone thought, he just pulled his head in and looked consistently away from the bearded one.

"Thank you, Thomas." The younger brother blew a kiss towards Thomas.

"Well, you hate me, okay, we hate you for not saying a word to us, but I still want to make one thing clear. Warning, cheesy shit ahead - For you, this may be a small and insignificant thing, but not for us. If you don’t want to celebrate, okay, but we want to celebrate."

Lilly cut him off, "Exactly!"

"Shit," Hannah sobbed, her boyfriend immediately wrapped an arm around her, she continued, "Kaden is right, I understand why you didn’t say anything. And yes, this is appropriative, I admit it. But I don’t know of any couple who deserves the pure happiness more than you two, no couple has had it as hard as the two of you. And if it’s not a big happening for you-"

"For us it is." Cleo solemnly raised her glass.

"Truly!" Jessy did the same.

"Blah blah blah."

"Dan!" The whole group snapped at him at the same time which leads him to raise his hands in defence.

"Check out the rings," Kaden nodded at the box. Jake did as instructed. To be honest, he liked the whole thing here. Although he did not think much of marriage as proof of love, the term 'my wife' made him proud. And he also liked the idea of wearing matching rings with her more and more.

In the beautiful box there were two matt black rings, a slightly larger and wider one, and the second slightly smaller and narrower.

The hacker pulled out the smaller, MC still leaned against his shoulder.

"See the inside." Kaden smiled lovingly.

'Till Death' was neatly engraved inside.

"The second looks the same," the ring buyer informed them with another wink.

The new bride looked at him stunned, "They're beautiful!"

"And absolute destiny. These were the only not boring rings the jeweler had, see if they fit you."

Hannah had already pulled out her phone and filmed the couple.

MC giggled and pulled out the second ring, "Alright, let's do this." She exhaled loudly and turned to Jake, he followed her example.

"And three, two, one." Lilly joked. Thomas tapped the table with his palms, imitating a drum roll.

And then, more ceremonial than they ever imagined, the two of them put the ring on each other’s fingers. Of course, they fitted perfectly.

Kaden laughed happily, "You may kiss the bride now! But remember, we are in public, 18 plus is not -"

Before the he could finish his sentence, the spouses already kissed each other.

The group cheered and clapped loudly. But not only them. Of course, by now, all the other people around the group had long understood what was happening there and joined the small celebration.

Jake and MC, both slightly flushed, smiled into the kiss. Even if it was not as they had imagined, they were more than happy. The reason for this was not the meaning of a marriage or something similar, but the love of her friends and family.

"Till Death," Jake whispered, leaning his forehead against his wife’s. "Till Death." MC agreed just as quietly.

Till death, and beyond.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

See, this is the frustrating thing. Catradora COULD'VE been good enemies to lovers but, like someone wrote elsewhere, if both of them thought that the other was brainwashed.

"Catra, what the Horde is doing is wrong! Come with me, we'll escape together!" "What? No! Did the princesses brainwash you? Oh no they brainwashed you. Look, I'll just bring you back home and it'll all be okay."

"Catra still believes that the Horde is doing the right thing. I need to defeat her but I don't want to hurt her too badly." "Adora still believes that the Princesses aren't the villains here. I need to defeat her but I don't want to hurt her too badly."

Cue whole episodes of vaguely piney battles where both of them are holding back and eyeing each other longingly.

(Someone wrote somewhere that the incest could've been avoided if Adora was raised by Hordak and Catra by SW. This would also tie Hordak's and Adora's arcs together via "okay so I was born to become a weapon/soldier but fuck that I'm so much more than that.")

Princess prom allowing them to temporarily forget about the conflict and have fun like they used to. The dance is more reciprocal than "Catra smirking down at clearly uncomfortable Adora."

Shadow Weaver: alright, Catra, you suck at bringing Adora back. Let's just brainwash- uuuh, I mean magically undo the brainwashing the princesses did to her and bring her home. "But I don't wanna brainwash he-" DID I STUTTER.

Catra targeting Glimmer and Bow bc she perceives them as fake friends who have brainwashed Adora. All the spiel about "they don't really care about you they care about She-Ra's power" isn't manipulation, but something she genuinely believes.

Catra advancing at force captain and taking on more power, but in the process gradually realising that what the Horde is doing IS wrong. Cue an internal crisis because oops, everything she's known all her life is a lie. No, no! She refuses to accept that (Aka breakdown time) and kickstarts the faulty portal.

The portal Catra is twisted and deeply unlike herself, at her absolute and utter worst.

Post-Portal, Catra wakes up and, instead of doubling down, realises that she made a MASSIVE FUCK OFF MISTAKE and spends all of season 4 working on her redemption arc, having moral crises, beginning to feel more and more terrible about the past 3 seasons.

She joins the alliance at the end of s4 (gasp, cliffhanger!) and the rest do the cast slowly grow to trust her throughout the season. That's when she realises that Adora really wasn't brainwashed and APOLOGISES for all the things she did and thought.

"Hey Catra?" "Yeah?" "It's good to have you back." [cue blushing as C and A realise how badly they missed each other now that they have no more reasons to fight]

Catra being gradually incorporated into the best friend squad and she, Bow AND Glimmer all help Adora break through HPrime's virus thingy in a parallel to season 1 where Adora is supported by ALL her friends, not just her gf.

Hooray, the evil is defeated! Uh, what now? Okay, either they come to the conclusions that they lcoe each other separately and confess after HPrime's been defeated and there's nothing in their way anymore, or there's like a mid-combat confession played for laughs like "this is mad sweet of you but we don't have time for this!" "WE MIGHT NOT SURVIVE TO HAVE THE TIME LATER" and a tender moment after the battle where maybe Catra is patching Adora up in contrast of all the times they spent beating the crap out of each other.

Shit, Bow could tentatively give her tips on how to be a good friend!

She'd have a harder time with Glimmer because Glimmer never forgave her for the Angela thing, but Catra tries and feels bad and maybe even begs her for forgiveness. (please, I didn't know it would come to that. You can punch me if you want.) And feeling genuine remorse. (My mother figure was shit. Yours looked okay. I'm really sorry for taking that away from you.) Etc etc

This really isn't a hard character arc to plot, Nate. Look, I did it in like 15 minutes while dicking around at work. Easy peasy.

this! all of this.

(also i was the one who suggested the idea of hordak being adora's parental figure)

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I seem to be only able to work on this when I'm tired. It's about 9:30 where I am and I'm ready for bed. Regardless. I accidentally made 2 little pretties for this part 6. Let's vote on which one we like the best! Drop your pick in the comments (#1 or #2).

C/W ::: Finishing up what they started: M->F oral, P->V implied (long night of sex implied also), aged up characters, implied lying, implied sneaking around, Kats seems a little jealous or unsure of letting reader go anywhere. If I missed anything, please let me know and I'll look into it. Thanks and enjoy!

WC ::: about 2,050

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VII

PART VI

He would take it from you and leave it with you. Just like you did. You took his heart and left yours in its place.

But he wasn't going to think about that right now. He was going to focus on making you feel good. On making you moan his name. On making you laugh again.

He reached your core and dipped his tongue between your folds, tasting you. He looked up at you and saw that you had your eyes closed. He licked and sucked at your clit, swirling his tongue around it before he pushed a finger inside you. "Fuck, y/n. You're so fucking soft ... feel s'good. Fuck I - missed this. You. I missed you."

"Oh, fuck, Kats. God. Yes. That's ... that's so good." You moaned and arched your back, pushing yourself further into his mouth. He smiled and kept going, adding a second finger and curling them up against your insides.

You could feel the pain slowly melting away. "Don't stop. Please, Kats, don't stop." You were panting and writhing under his touch.

He kept going, pushing you closer to the edge until you had tears running down the sides of your face. Your hands reached out and buried into his hair. You weren't sure if the tears falling were because you felt so good or feeling so bad. Regardless, you both kept at it until he'd teased your clit so much that if he so much as breathed on your sideways, you'd cum buckets.

"Kats," you sniffed, "Gonna - I -." If you said anything more he'd know you were on the sad side of this orgasm, despite it feeling so good. It reminded you of how good you'd always been when you're with him. In and out of the bedroom. This hurt more. Being under his tongue hurt more than standing next to him, fully clothed, in the living room. Dividing your goods between the two of you.

"I'm gonna make you cum, baby. I'm gonna make you cum so fuckin' hard. You won't know what hit you. Cum for me, y/n. Cum for me." He whispered. He kept sucking and licking and fucking you with his fingers until you were shaking and crying.

You grabbed onto the sheets and held your breath as the orgasm ripped through you. It felt like it lasted hours. Your legs were numb. Your chest was heaving.

You hadn't had an orgasm like that since the last time you'd been with him. When everything was normal and you didn't feel like a total stranger in his presence.

He crawled up and lay next to you, his eyes locked on yours. He wiped the tears from your face and kissed you gently. You both knew that this was just a band-aid for the bigger issue that was brewing.

But it was enough for now.

It was enough to just be with each other and not yelling about mistakes of the past.

You woke up to the sound of Katsuki's cell phone ringing on the floor next to the bed. You rubbed your eyes and turned to look at him. He was still asleep.

You knew that he had to get up and go to work. You knew that you should leave. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You couldn't bring yourself to get out of bed and walk out that door away from him after you'd just had such an amazing night together.

So, you laid there, watching him sleep and thinking about all the times you had done this before. It made you feel sick. It made you feel sad. You didn't want to think about what you'd both done to end up here. In this quicksand love that sucked you in deeper the more you struggled against the natural order of things.

"Kats, your pho-" you started. And then you shut yourself up before you could finish saying that his phone was ringing. He probably heard it, anyway.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks." He rolled onto his side to face you. His eyes were red and puffy and he looked tired. "G'mornin'," he said, brushing the hair from his face. "How you feel?"

"I'm fine. You?" You asked him, reaching out to touch his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm.

"I'm alright. Last night was ..." he started.

"Oh, y-yeah. Totally. I'm leaving as soon as I get my shit packed up. Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep here." You chuckled. "It's the best night's sleep I've gotten in weeks, though. Man. You said I can have the bed?" You forced a smile just to keep yourself from crumbling into his chest.

He looked at you like he was trying to figure out how to answer you. But you could tell that he was trying to be gentle with you. "You can have whatever you want. You know that." He said. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. "But you're not leaving yet, y/n. You're gonna stay and talk to me."

You sat up and started to look around for your clothes.

"You're not going to find them. I've hidden them. An' I hid the stuff you packed up yesterday, too. So put somethin' of mine on and go make some coffee, please. We forgot to set that up last night 'fore we fell asleep. N'less you wanna walk down to that coffee place? I kinda just wanna stay here, though. I called in to work last night. Deku is taking my shift and doin' all the paperwork for me. For - well, for us, I guess." He chuckled a little.

You shook your head and looked at him. "What do you mean you hid my stuff and ... and why would Deku be doing your paperwork? What paperwork?" You didn't want to ask but you hadn't heard of Katsuki relying on Deku for such a long time that the name almost sounded foreign to you. Like you were speaking a different language when you said it back to him.

"Jus' some shit down at the agency. He's with me now. Did'n I tell ya? M'sorry. I've had a lot on my mind lately. I'm sorry, I should have told ya. It's nice to have him around, all the same. An' I hid ... your clothes. What the hell more do you need explained about it, ya dumbass." He laughed and made a gesture with his hands like something was vanishing into thin air. "Poof, gone. Don' worry though, ma, you'll get 'em back ... if this goes well, that is."

Your head whipped up when he called you 'ma'. "You ... Kats, you haven't called me that for almost 2 years." You smiled as tears ran over your cheeks.

"Fuhhh, don't fuckin' cry 'bout it. I did'n say it to make you cry. Goddamn it." He laughed. "Go pull something of mine and put it on. I'll fix the coffee."

You nodded as you stood from the bed and awkwardly covered yourself.

"What's this? What the hell are you doin'? Coverin' yourself. Tch, such a dumbass. Y'know I saw yer asshole last night, right? Ya ain't got much more to hide, baby cakes." Katsuki doubled over laughing at your embarrassment.

"EW!! Kats! God, do you have to be so crude!? I know you did. But my god." You couldn't stop yourself from laughing along with him. You'd forgotten moments like these in the midst of all the upheaval. You vowed right then, that if you somehow got back in each other’s good graces, you wouldn't be taking them for granted ever again.

Katsuki stood up and pulled on his boxers. "Well, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was being inappropriate. My apologies, ma." He chuckled and started to walk away. "Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. I'll have the coffee ready in 5." He winked at you and disappeared through the doorway.

You smiled to yourself and grabbed one of his shirts from his closet. You put it on and rolled up the sleeves so that your hands were visible. You didn't want to roll them up too much because you knew that once you saw his face, you'd just want to go right back to bed and let him take care of you.

You walked into the kitchen and saw Katsuki standing there, staring at a cup of coffee in his hands. He looked up and smiled when he saw you. "Hi. That shirt looks good on you. It always has. Even when you first bought it, I remember saying something about it. You look ... sexy as hell."

You blushed and took a seat at the table. "I'm glad you like it. I'm glad you like me in your clothes. It feels so good in them." You smiled back at him. "So, what paperwork are you and Deku doing today?"

"Oh, just some shit we haven't had time to get to. It's nothing you have to worry about, though. We just need to file some reports and sign off on some things. It's boring stuff, really. Just, uh, work stuff." He said, avoiding your eyes.

You knew that he was lying. But you didn't want to push him right now. You wanted to give him a moment to breathe. A moment to gather his thoughts. So, you let it go and just sipped on your coffee.

"Ok. Well, I'm glad you two are working together again. I know you've missed having him around. And you deserve to have a good support system at work. Especially when you're so busy all the time." You sighed. "Katsuki, I -"

He cut you off, "Y/n, I don't want to talk about work or my friends. I just wanna talk to you. I want to get to know you again. I feel like we've lost each other in this mess. And I hate that. I hate that we can't just be together anymore without it being a battle."

"I know. I hate it, too. Kats, I'm sorry that I got so angry with you yesterday. I know that you were trying to make things right with us. And I was just being an asshole. I'm sorry. I want to be with you. I want to be here with you. I want to be in your life again. I want to be your person."

"You are my person. You will always be my person. You're the only one who gets me. You're the only one who has seen me at my worst and hasn't run away. I know I've been a dick. And I know that I've hurt you. But I promise that I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I want you back in my life. I want to be with you again. I don't care what anyone thinks or says or does. I want to be with you. You? You're all I've ever wanted." Katsuki stood up and walked around the table, pulling you to your feet. He held you in his arms and kissed you gently. "I love you, y/n. I never stopped loving you. I never will."

"I love you too, Kats. I'm sorry for ... well, I'm just sorry that we lost so much time in all of this. But I'm ready to move on. I'm ready to move forward with this. Together." You said, leaning your head on his chest. "Let's make it work this time."

"It'll work. I promise. We'll make it work. We'll find a way to make it work. And no more secrets, ok? No more hiding you or me or us. We're together and that's all that matters. Screw everyone else. They don't matter. It's us against the world. It's always been us against the world. It always will be." Katsuki kissed you again and held you tight. “I gotta run in to the office today for a bit. But I wont be long.” 

You looked at him like you were waiting for directions. 

He stared right back. Narrowing his eyes a little bit and tilting his head like he was waiting on you to make the next decision. 

“Um,” you started, “I’m going to need my things back, Kats.”

“Why? You goin’ somewhere?” He asked.

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More rainworld ramblings: DP spoils under cut

I may get hate for this hc but it's my headcanon not yours, and if you believe otherwise good for you.

Again I don't expect anyone to read these it just makes me happy to ramble.

After reviewing all SRS dialogue with Pebbles and NSH, its pretty clear they really don't get that their actions affected more than just their life. I mean they only mention Moon a few times, and usually it's because NSH brings it up.

I don't hate SRS as a character, they're written really well to make me feel so strongly about how bad of a friend they are to NSH and FP. And I still think they're a silly lil dude despite being, a terrible friend.

I'll review what we know.

First Offence: Spearmaster's pearl

The message seems really sweet at first glance and you think, man FP is being such a douche right now. And well he is, but he's also really young, and he's in pain, being cyberbullied by UI, and upset. Sun's approach is not very good for his current mentality, they come in preaching things FP already knows about, they berate him for not doing the experiment right and acting rashly despite him being in pain as his insides are getting eaten, and they know, him they know that he's emotionally immature and probably really upset, and they chose to send him something they knew would just make him more upset.

Second Offence: Watch in Horror Broadcast

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[LIVE BROADCAST] - PRIVATE Seven Red Suns, No Significant Harassment SRS: I'm in noticing you are becoming more defensive. This obviously wasn't the end result I was aiming for, you know. SRS: Please respond to my messages. I don't want to leave it like this. I need someone to talk to. NSH: I don't mean to be cold, I'm just very worried. NSH: The activity I'm seeing from Moon's can is becoming increasingly... concerning. NSH: Our available options are rapidly diminishing, and I feel helpless to do anything. NSH: I can just watch in horror. SRS: ... NSH: You should have sent the messenger to Moon instead of Pebbles. SRS: Do you think that would have helped anything? NSH: To be honest, no... I'm not sure that it would.

Suns gets on NSH's ass for being upset Moon is dead. There is no, I'm sorry for your loss, or even comforting NSH. It's just "I need someone to talk to" it's about SRS, and how SRS feels. Not how NSH feels. And this is more apparent in the other broadcasts because it's just about Suns and how they feel about Pebbles or about Spearmaster.

Third Offense: Humiliated Broadcast

[LIVE BROADCAST] - PRIVATE Seven Red Suns, No Significant Harassment SRS: I'm just so frustrated. SRS: I feel like I've doomed not one. but two iterators. SRS: And in the whole process I've lost a great friend, who won't even let me help him. NSH: We make mistakes, it'll be okay. You know Five Pebbles really looks up to you. SRS: Yes, I know that, but... NSH: I think he's scared. Scared, and humiliated. Unparalleled Innocence spreading the news probably made him feel even worse. SRS: ...I think you're right.

this one is actually not bad, but still the conversation is about SRS, they don't ask how NSH feels despite being Suns' therapist friend this whole time.

Fourth Offence: Tragic and Big Setback broadcasts

[LIVE BROADCAST] - PRIVATE Seven Red Suns, No Significant Harassment SRS: I just don't understand... why hasn't Moon done anything about the situation herself? SRS: She was appointed as Pebbles' superior. She has the power to stop him. NSH: I've been very close with Moon, and I can tell you she is incredibly caring. NSH: And while her kindness is one of her greatest attributes, it is also to her detriment. SRS: Isn't this excessive, though? Surely she at least has a sense of self-preservation. NSH: I'm sure she convinced herself that she could help Pebbles. That she could bring him under control with words rather than forced action. NSH: She's probably still trying that now, unless her systems have degraded past the point of even allowing that. NSH: That's why this is so tragic to me. [LIVE BROADCAST] - PRIVATE Seven Red Suns, No Significant Harassment SRS: I remember talking with Five Pebbles not too long after he was first put online. He had a bit of defiance, even back then. SRS: It was an odd situation, to be certain. Its quite rare for one iterator to be made the administrator of another. Just as rare as them being built right next to each other. NSH: His lack of appreciation used to bother me. Moon was a great big sister to him! SRS: Yes, absolutely. However. Five Pebbles had a very strong drive for independence. He was never one to want to be told what to do. NSH: I think a lot of us were like that in the beginning. I remember being in that phase a very long time ago. It takes many iterations for our world views to develop and for us to realize the flaws in those lines of thinking. NSH: Unfortunately, from what I've seen, Five Pebbles seems to have plateaued at that phase. SRS: No, that's not true. I was helping him to get past it. We were making good progress, actually! SRS: The current situation, however, is going to be a very big setback...

I don't like the way SRS explains Moon to NSH despite him being closer to Moon than Suns is, you know Pebbles, NSH knows Moon.

And I just hate the whole big setback chat, seems like they're (NSH and SRS) objectifying Pebbles and treating him like a project rather than a person. Also feels like they're forgetting that he's younger than they are so he's still growing.

AGAIN despite saying all this I enjoy SRS's character, their role in the story and their dynamic in the group feels good, and real. It's exactly how a friend group like this would work. It just confuses me a little how people depict Suns often as a caring person when they are really never shown to be considerate of anyone's feelings like Moon or NSH is. I don't think SRS was a good influence on Pebbles, and might be the reason he's the way he is.

This entire thing is partially why I also don't really ship sunstone, but yk I still enjoy the Sunstone art and stuff. I don't waste my time chasing people I don't agree with. You've got your ideas I've got mine, I bet your art/story is beautiful it's just not for me.

[diivineray]

Hello!

I couldn't help but notice that you seem to share the same braincell as me about Break! Such a pleasure to see someone like that on here! 💖

If I'm not mistaken, you're a Breakbert shipper? If so, please!!!!! For the love of everything, can you share your thoughts about them and or any headcanons??

Or just any thoughts about Break in general, I really wanna hear what other people think about him, why they like him and their favourite thing about him!

Thank yew! ✨️

THIS BOY IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. Seriously though, I've been loving him and writing him since 2011? give or take? he has remained my favorite character through so many years. Reading along when the chapters were still being released monthly was a time and following along with him and his part in the story has really made me love him the way that I do.

and yes I am !! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Gosh I don't even know where to begin I could literally talk about him and them forever. I will say though they are my favorite dynamic in the series. I think they are a perfect blend, and for Break, Gil is like the spitting image of him and all his past mistakes. Break brings Gil in on their plan because they plan to use him. It was always supposed to be business transaction them working together. Break training him to be the killer he was going to have to be if he was going to get Oz back. He had no choice but to be hard on him. And throughout their ten years together, break made the mistake of caring for gilbert. I think part of it is Break needing gil to stay focused so their plan doesn't get ruined, but also because he sees similarities between himself and Gil. Break also had a deep loyalty for his previous master. his grief, his failure to protect the people he cared for lead him down such an awful path and he lost a lot because of it.

He warns Gilbert several times, and when Vincent basically poisons his mind, Break is the first person to notice. There's where they are silly for the comedic relief and Break is always making fun of him, but I really feel Break is the one who really sees Gil for Gil. There was a fic I read, that I loved how they depicted Break and Gil. Gil had gotten drunk, and wasn't the first time but this was before they got Oz back, and Break is once again calling him pathetic as he's lifting him up on his feet and Gil goes 'Are you really surprised?' and Break any other day would have teased him, but he just sees the reality of everything weighing down on Gil's shoulders and he just answers 'no.'

AND UGH IT HURTS. Also just the parallels between them?? Like when Break finds Gil in the rain, he's carrying Gil on his back and then grown up, Gil is the one carrying Break ;-; LIKE COME ON

and even tho break is horrible to him on a daily basis, he still CARES very much for Break. When everyone was in the room after he passes out at Sablier, Gil looks awful and he's wanting to be sentimental before Break shoves Emily in his face cuz FEELINGS.

Or how he was uspet Break hadn't trusted him enough with that fact he was an illegal contractor. He was like '10 years I've known you!' he's hurt break still doesn't consider him someone he can trust.

As a ship they are not healthy, I very much enjoy the 'this is just business' kind of relationship where they both use each other for different things they are looking for, but still both unable to really act on their feelings for each other because #complicated

Nicotine by Panic! At the Disco is a song I really love for them because I think it really shows Gil's perspective of how this is bad for me but I can't quite stop. 'Just one more hit and then we're through cuz you could never love me back' its very much onesided. also i think it works perfectly with how Break tricked Gil into basically being addicted to smoking NNFDKLNDS

but they both really grow throughout the series, and when Gil comes back for Oz, minus an arm, Break overhearing everything and saying how he doesn't have to worry about Gilbert anymore just GOD IT MAKES MY HEART REALLY ACHE. i love them.

also this was before we had more info on the children of misfortune, and break is a very special case, but we love Gilbert being like Glen and sending Break to the abyss. ITS GOOD AND HURTFUL FOOD. GAHH. okay like I said I could talk about them forever. and I wish the rp side of the fandom was more alive cuz I reaaaaaallly miss writing him and just, being able to talk about him. So if you ever have stuff you wanna ask please do !!! I seriously love it and I will happily ramble about him with you.

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hey, could you please make a scenario qhere musashi meets his S/O by fighting them, for example their S/O was brought from the past and is like and ancient greek that is like some sort of soldier or huntress and when she sees him she gets scarred when he approaches her and she attacks him and somehow knocks him out or does some damage or something,i've been thinking how funny it would be if he had an S/O that was also from another timeline.

Anyways, I adore your works and I would like to see more content from you, I know that you probably have more asks so i'm probably going to hang out with other asks here,take you time and I hope that you're enjoying writting all this things.

I honestly think that you deserve a round of applause, you allways make my day when you post, it's a way for me to cope with my problems.

I'm glad to know that you like my content, really, I have fun writing and knowing that there are people who have fun reading my posts makes me feel rewarded 💕🙌🏻 The idea of a warrior from another time tickled my brain and it's tempting me to create a character, I don't usually specify the gender of the S/O, but this time I want it to be a woman

This was long

Situation: Musashi with an S/O from another era / Musashi con una S/O de otra época.

Musashi Miyamoto.

As soon as the return of Musashi Miyamoto, the most famous samurai of all time, became possible, nothing could stop the Tokugawa from flipping through the history books of the world in search of a specimen that could fight barbarically against the great samurai.

He expected a show worthy of two colossal historical monsters, yet at the same time, something he could control. Then he found him, a Roman gladiator who had taken the position of leader against a slave rebellion that embarrassed the mighty Roman army; Spartacus.

The books raved about how strong he was and how well he developed as a tactician for combat and warfare. They detailed how he had been a fierce opponent who did not fall in death matches no matter how powerful his adversary was, he always ended with Spartacus being crowned champion.

Records show that he died in battle, having humiliated the Roman army for almost three years. Tokugawa is expected, an imposing gladiator was exactly what he wanted.

His surprise was great when he realized that the body that was restored from Spartacus's DNA was that of a woman. Was there some kind of mistake?

The misunderstanding was clarified by one of the workers who were in charge of the experiment to bring the gladiator to life, they explained slowly and after doing a lot of research that the known image of Spartacus was a false image built by the Romans as a last measure to cover up the wound of his proud army.

According to almost forgotten testimonies, Spartacus led a mixed army made up of men, women and children that was a fierce rival to the Roman troops. Also, when Spartacus fled from slavery he took with him a woman who took the role of "lover" to the warrior, however, this is where the story was modified.

The woman who accompanied the supposed gladiator was what they called today Spartacus, the woman they branded as a lover was the deadly gladiator who had crowned herself victorious over and over again in her time. Roman gladiators were not something that had ever been seen, they were simply not frequent. The man known as "Spartacus" is nothing more than the gladiator's own lover who was by her side during the rebellion.

Perhaps women could be gladiators, but it was a shame for the Romans to have been besieged by one for so long and in such a relentless way, that was what led them to hide the truth after Spartacus died in battle.

Tokugawa was more interested now in his new fighter, a woman who defied an empire and was able to rise to glory in the essence of strength he wants among his fighters.

When Sabuko Tokugawa brought the gladiator's soul back to her, her cloned body, she opened her eyes, contrary to what was expected of a bloodthirsty warrior, she was peaceful and curious about what now surrounded her.

She didn't seem to fully understand overly complex statements, but she followed simple commands with no problem; get up, follow me, get dressed or eat. It was much easier to deal with her than they thought.

Also, they managed to understand that she preferred to be called Y/n rather than Spartacus, since this was the name of her deceased lover, not hers.

It took her a while to understand that she couldn't take on the weapon fighters because it wasn't allowed in the arena, but she ended up adjusting and defeating most of them in no time. She was already showing how talented she was barehanded and how she could keep up with Musashi Miyamoto, her final adversary.

In fighting with weapons she was only better, even if they stopped the fight when she was about to mortally wound her opponent by accident, her skill was still impressive.

Tokugawa couldn't contain his emotion, at this rate the great fight that he wanted to see so much only promised to be legendary. He just needed to refine his gladiator a little bit and everything would be more than done.

He escorted her to her room in the Tokugawa estate, promising her that she would have plenty of chances to prove her strength, Y/n was excited about it, however, she stopped dead before reaching her temporary room.

At the end of the hall, Musashi was watching both people, suddenly the tension rose and it was palpable, Tokugawa did not count on the two meetings before their confrontation and for this reason he had asked the fighters to keep Musahi busy until then. Apparently this scenario could not be avoided.

Both historic fighters advanced face to face, without wavering and turning a deaf ear to the words of the old man who was trying to get them to stop and not fit right here.

They stopped facing each other and stared at each other without blinking, the heavy atmosphere would suffocate anyone who tried to get close. Y/n seemed to be the more hostile between the two, while Musashi seemed more intrigued by the imposing person in front of him.

Y/n was the first to walk past, or pretended to, only for a heavy blow to land right on the samurai's head just as he was about to walk away as well. Tokugawa could tell that he saw Musashi lose consciousness before he gathered himself to launch a counterattack before steadying himself from falling to the ground.

The gladiator dodged the katana's cut dangerously heading for her neck by a few inches as she stepped back. Now the two of them were in a fighting stance.

The men under the command of the owner of the clandestine arena rushed to intervene between the two, a confrontation of such magnitude could not be allowed there. Both fighters were surrounded and separated from each other.

"Who is she?" he asked, as the Tokugawa men escorted the woman away from the legendary samurai, he didn't seem particularly threatening or desperate to go after her for a fight, rather, he seemed interested.

The encounters between the two continued in this way, with Y/n being terribly hostile because she could sense that he was dangerous and Musashi appearing in front of her at will in order to interact with her. Due to this Tokugawa has had to equip his men with precise orders to avoid any disturbance before the fight that he has prepared so much.

After completing the adaptation and training of both fighters, the fight finally came.

It would take place in the clandestine arena, presented as the fight between two titans of ancient history, two deadly fighters who marked their name in the sky to prove their strength.

They could finally fight, finally Y/n would be able to let go of all her hostility against the man and Musashi would be able to experience first hand the power of the imposing woman who had drawn so much attention to him. With this, the most anticipated fight began to the delight of all present.

Versión en español.

Musashi Miyamoto.

Tan pronto como el regreso de Musashi Miyamoto, el samurái más famoso de todos los tiempos, fue posible nada pudo detener a Tokugawa para ojear los libros de historia de todo el mundo en busca de un espécimen que pueda luchar barbáricamente contra el gran samurái.

Esperaba un espectáculo digno de dos colosales monstruos históricos, sin embargo, que al mismo tiempo sea algo que pueda controlar. Entonces lo encontró, un gladiador romano que se había hecho con el puesto de líder frente a una rebelión de esclavos que puso en aprietos al poderoso ejército romano; Espartaco.

Los libros hablaban maravillas sobre lo fuerte que era y lo bien que se desarrolló como estratega para el combate y para la guerra. Detallaban como había sido un contrincante feroz que no caían en los combates a muerte por muy poderoso que sea su adversario, siempre terminaba con Espartaco coronándose como campeón.

Los registros mostraban que murió en batalla, después de haber humillado por casi tres años al ejército romano. Tokugawa está expectante, un imponente gladiador era exactamente lo que quería.

Grande fue su sorpresa cuando se dio cuenta de que el cuerpo que se restauró del ADN de Espartaco era el de una mujer, ¿había alguna clase de error?

El malentendido fue aclarado por uno de los trabajadores que se encontraba al frente del experimento para traer a la vida al gladiador, explico pausadamente y tras investigar bastante que la imagen que se conoce de Espartaco era una imagen falsa construida por los romanos como última medida para encubrir la herida de su orgulloso ejército.

Según testimonios casi olvidados, Espartaco lidero un ejército mixto conformado por hombres, mujeres y niños que fue un fiero rival para las tropas romanas. Además, cuando Espartaco huyo de la esclavitud se llevó consigo a una mujer que tomo el papel de "amante" del guerrero, sin embargo, aquí es donde la historia fue modificada.

La mujer que acompañaba al supuesto gladiador era la que hoy llamaban Espartaco, la mujer que tildaron de amante era la mortal gladiadora que se había coronado una y otra vez como vencedora en su época. Las gladiadoras romanas no era algo que jamás se haya visto, simplemente no eran frecuentes. El hombre que se conoce como "Espartaco" no es nada más que el propio amante de la gladiadora que estuvo a su lado durante la rebelión.

Quizá las mujeres podían ser gladiadoras, pero era una vergüenza para los romanos el haber sido asediados por una durante tanto tiempo y de una forma tan implacable, eso fue lo que los llevo a ocultar la verdad después de que Espartaco haya muerto en batalla.

Tokugawa estaba más interesado ahora por su nueva luchadora, una mujer que desafío a un imperio y pudo alzarse gloriosamente es la esencia de fuerza que quiere entre sus luchadores.

Cuando Sabuko Tokugawa trajo de vuelta el alma de la gladiadora a su cuerpo clonado ella abrió los ojos, contrario a lo que se esperaba de una guerrera sanguinaria, fue pacífica y curiosa por lo que ahora la rodeaba.

No parecía comprender completamente enunciados demasiado complejos, pero seguía órdenes sencillas sin problemas; levántate, sígueme, vístete o come. Era mucho más fácil tratar con ella de lo que se pensaba.

También, lograron entender que prefería ser llamada T/n antes que Espartaco, puesto que este era el nombre de su amante fallecido, no el suyo.

Le tomo un tiempo entender que no podría enfrentarse a los luchadores con armas porque no estaba permitido en la arena, pero termino adaptándose y derrotando a la mayoría de ellos en poco tiempo. Ya estaba dejando ver lo talentosa que era a manos limpias y como podría seguirle el ritmo a Musashi Miyamoto, su adversario final.

En las luchas con armas solo fue mejor, si bien, paraban la pelean cuando estaba a punto de herir mortalmente a su adversario por accidente, seguía siendo impresionante su habilidad.

Tokugawa no podía contener su emoción, a este paso la grandiosa pelea que tanto deseaba ver solo prometía ser legendaria. Solo necesitaba refinar un poco más a su gladiadora y todo estaría más que listo.

La escolto a su habitación en la propiedad Tokugawa prometiéndole que tendría muchas oportunidades para demostrar su fuerza, T/n estuvo emocionada por ello, sin embargo, se paró en seco antes de llegar a su habitación temporal.

Al final del pasillo se encontraba Musashi observando a ambas personas, de pronto la tensión se elevó y era palpable, Tokugawa no contaba que ambos se encontraran antes de su enfrentamiento y por lo mismo le había pedido a los luchadores que mantuvieran a Musashi ocupado hasta entonces. Al parecer este escenario no se podía evitar.

Ambos luchadores históricos avanzaron frente a frente, sin flaquear y haciendo oídos sordos a las palabras del anciano que trataba que se detuvieran y no pelearan justo aquí.

Se detuvieron uno frente al otro y se devolvieron la mirada sin pestañear, el ambiente pesado asfixiaría a cualquier que intente acercarse. T/n parecía ser la más hostil entre los dos, mientras que Musashi parecía más intrigado por la imponente persona frente a él.

T/n fue la primera en pasar de largo, o aparento hacerlo, solo para que un fuerte golpe conectara justo en la cabeza del samurái justo cuando este se disponía a alejarse también. Tokugawa podía asegurar que vio a Musashi perder el conocimiento antes de que se recompusiera para lanzar un contraataque antes de estabilizar su postura para no caer al suelo.

La gladiadora esquivo el corte de la catana que se dirigía peligrosamente a su cuello por unos pocos centímetros cuando retrocedió. Ahora los dos estaban en posición de pelea.

Los hombres bajo el mando del propietario de la arena clandestina se apresuraron a intervenir entre ambos, no se podía permitir un enfrentamiento de tal magnitud allí. Ambos luchadores fueron rodeados y separados del otro.

"¿Quién es?" pregunto cuando los hombres de Tokugawa escoltaron a la mujer lejos del legendario samurái, no parecía particularmente amenazante o desesperado por ir tras ella para pelear, más bien, parecía interesado.

Los encuentros entre ambos siguieron de esa forma, con T/n siendo terriblemente hostil porque podía sentir que él era peligroso y Musashi que aparecía frente a ella a voluntad con tal de interactuar con ella. Debido a esto Tokugawa ha tenido que equipar a sus hombres con órdenes precisas para evitar cualquier disturbio antes de la pelea que tanto ha preparado.

Tras finalizar la adaptación y entrenamiento de ambos luchadores, la pelea por fin llego.

Tendría lugar en la arena clandestina, presentada como la pelea entre dos titanes de la historia antigua, dos luchadores mortales que marcaron su nombre en el cielo para demostrar su fuerza.

Finalmente podrían pelear, finalmente T/n podría dejar ir toda su hostilidad contra el hombre y Musashi podrá probar de primera mano el poder de la imponente mujer que tanto llamaba su atención. Con ello, la pelea más esperada comenzó para el deleite de todos los presentes.

[noemilivv]

Hello, hello! Guess who finally found the courage and time to try the Hazbin Hotel's match up? I'm sorry if I make any mistake, I'm French and a little tired right now ^^". I take this opportunity to say that I really like your writing and I feel like your interpretation of the characters is so accurate. I wish you the best for your future works!

So...

You can call me Lily, and my pronouns are she/her. I'm 20+ years-old. I have a strong preference for women and would prefer to be paired with one, please. Men actually make me feel uncomfortable and unsafe because of past experiences.

If it can help with getting my personality, I'm an INFP and an Aquarius. I tend to be seen as the mom friend or the big sister figure. I'm very patient and always here to listen to others, offer them some pieces of advice and support them through everything. Paradoxically, I don't really talk about my own problems (mostly because this girl has a problem of self-esteem and has the bad habit of seeing herself as less important than others).

I have ADHD. The bad aspects are how much I struggle to stay still and how much of a airhead I am, turning around in my appartment to find something that was actually in my hand. But the good aspect is how I love to try new things and so know how to do a lot of things (drawing, fixing, crafting, cooking, playing various sports...). I also have PTSD and can have dissociative episodes when triggered, even if it calmed down lately.

My friends describe me as someone with "golden retriever energy", mostly because as soon as I spot them, I have a big smile on my face and can't stand still, bouncing happily (but that might be ADHD too...). I always fear to be too much for others because of that. But I'm usually a calm person, I just love my friends so much. But I'm loosing my track, it's not the subject...

I'm soft spoken, so it can be surprising how I can be honest and sometimes even blunt with people, but always politely and gently. But if gentle does not work, I will be a little more frontal if needed. I'm a pacifist, but if I need to verbally put someone back in their place, I will.

In a partner, I can get along and be attracted by anyone, from bubbly to reserved. But the most important trait I seek is safety. I need to feel safe (and even protected) with people, and especially with a potential lover.

My love languages are physical touch and acts of service. When I feel comfortable with someone and that I know they are okay with it, I will seek the physical contact, such as leaning against their shoulder when m'y social battery is down and holding their sleeve, hand or arm to not lose them in a crowd. And since I like to feel useful and to make people smile, if I can do something to help or support them, I will. I would love to receive these love languages back. And from experience, I can tell that when I receive the acts of service, I'm emotional because I'm so not used to be the receiving hand of it rather than the other way around, it touches me a lot.

For the appearence, I'm 157cm tall. I wear glasses. I love wearing original earrings (and I plan to learn how to create homemade ones). Style-wise, I wear simple yet feminine clothes, always with a touch of colors. I like to style my hair, but I'm not that good at it so it often ends up in a ponytail. I have a really expressive face, I'm basically an open book on that side.

Likes : Plushies, music, sweets, animals, listening to people talking about their own hobbies. My biggest interest is Dreamcatcher (a girlgroup known as "the face of rock in K-pop").

Dislikes : Loud noises (if it's too repetitive and loud, it can even bring tears to my eyes and I can't focus anymore), being treated like a child, lies, tomatoes, alcohol.

I feel like I ended up writing a lot and made that really long... I'm sorry about that! Thank you in advance for this match up. I hope you're having a good day. And don't forget to take care of yourself! Drink water, it's important!

hey hey!! after some thought, i decided to pair you with…

Charlie !!

You both are the ultimate sunshine duo, let’s be real, but you manage to bring her back down to reality when she needs it XD

Genuinely does try to make you feel safe, and she sure as hell would protect you, as she knows those are a couple things that you value in a partner

I can also see Charlie being big on acts of service and physical affection as well so she definitely hops onto that immediately XD

[atrial-ofhorror-if]

This is gonna be a long one yall, so feel free to skip and just send asks about my progress if you don't wanna read through it. Otherwise...

So, I didn’t really have much of an update for you all in February. Reason: it is my birthday month, and I was being a lazy little hedonist, teehee 🤎

In hindsight, February/March has also been one of the most rigorous months for my workplace as well. We have about 33 contracts that we have to get out to the organizations that we fund and unfortunately our legal department, our comptroller's office, and our commissioner has been H-Town stomping on our balls for the past 3 months.

Needless to say, ya girl is tired lol.

I am, of course, pushing through it because I promised this update a LONG time ago, and whenever I don't deliver I feel as if I age 20 years. I know technically I'm running myself ragged again but I can't bring myself to worry about it now. Especially, when I'm the reason why I'm working like a Yorkshire pig.

Clerical Update

Mostly just playing around in Twine, and answering asks. I wanted to do something for February cause it is the month of love, but I think I ended up getting overwhelmed with real life and other shit so that went to the gutter.

I think I'm gonna hire someone to make a special UI for me... I'm tired of fighting with twine, and I really just want to focus on writing, so if anyone has like recommendations for twine/tweego wizards or thinks that they can take a crack at it, let ya girl know.

I am paying.

Progress Update

So... Not a lot of progress was made in February month lol but again. The laz was real~

March was MUCH more progressive, (probably cause I ended up stressing myself out about getting the game out by Summer (June or July ???) Tentative of course 🥴🥴🥴)

Overall, i am at 80k+ words!

Progress for Routes

Search and Destroy: <1%

Interlude (TBA): 5%

To be well: Completed

Yes, you read that right... I have officially finished writing to be well and have transitioned into draft editing for that route🎉🎉

Writing the final part of that route has inflicted psychological and visceral damage to my soul 💀 I thought I would be ok honestly like I just knew I was gonna be able to keep chugging along, but it hurt a little more than I imagined.

I'm ok tho, and I promise y'all will be ok too! I think? So don't worry too much!

Now I plan on pushing this draft through editing at least 3 times. The first time will be solely for missing scenes, evaluation of scenes, and then re-working them. The second time will be more focused on the characters and how they feel in the game. I'm aiming to flesh them out, and add breath to their actions and words. So fingers crossed I'm successful 🤞🏿🤞🏿

The third and final draft will be solely grammatical. If I catch anything funky in there, I'll patch it up but the goal is that for the third draft the number of mistakes are gonna be few. Heh, like that will actually happen.

After this is done, I'll go ahead and plug it into twine, test out the codes, and then send it to beta testers.

I also want to talk about beta testing for a minute too, cause we are getting into that hour.

its gonna be SUPER important that I get a good portion of beta testers due to the variability of this update. (If y'all think this current update is bad just wait 🥴🥴) Like, I'm only one person, and unfortunately for me, there are only so many errors I can catch.

I'll be releasing a survey again for people to fill out if they are interested. It'll be open for a month, and then decisions made in the following two weeks.

Next Months and Remaining Month Plans

Edit, edit, edit!!

Finish the touches on the Interlude.

Technically the piece of that is going in the update is gonna be significantly smaller than what I intended. Which is ok, cause ya girl was gonna lose her mind 🥴🥴

Start Search and Destroy

I think that's it? Again if you have questions, please let me know! Love y'all 🤎🤎

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Guys... we need to talk.

Being misunderstood is one of the most distressing yet common occurrences for me, especially offline. So... having people believe what they did about my take on episode 98 of Go Rush is still actively distressing me.

So... warning for discussion of su*cide below the cut once again.

Because not at least attempting to clear the air is just leaving me really freaked out.

Just to be clear, this is not a targeted post. It's just me trying to be more coherent about why episode 98 made me as uncomfortable as it did.

First of all, and probably something I should've stated in my original post: I have been suicidal in the past. I don't want to go into detail but just know that this is firmly in the past and I am safe. I do not mind a character being depicted as suicidal so long as it's presented respectfully. My problem with episode 98 isn't that they made Zwijo suicidal. They didn't. I could tell that absolutely was not the intention of the writers. And the episode doesn't have that implication as much as I felt it did on my first two viewings.

My problem, and the reason I still don't like the episode, is a more complex issue that admittedly later episodes can rectify which is why I didn't initially want to say it. However, after wracking my mind trying to figure out why exactly this episode was still bothering me so much, this was the only answer that made sense: I don't want it to be the end of Zwijo's character arc.

He was, at least at one point recency bias admittedly confuses this for me, a character I liked and his character arc, in my eyes, was about him not valuing his life because he wasn't a "real being." It was logic I never fully wrapped my head around admittedly but that's not a flaw in the writing by any means.

My point though is that killing him off permanently after he finally did value his life... wouldn't exactly be a flaw either it would just be... Miserable? Maybe it would be realistic but it's a card game show, dammit! I don't want "realism", I want satisfying character arcs and... I know a lot of people were satisfied with how episode 98 handled Zwijo and while I definitely see where they're coming from and get what the writers were going for, it really just doesn't work for me as Zwijo's final appearance. If that's what the episode is.

Because yes, I'm one of those people who thinks there's a non zero chance that Yudias will go into season 3 as the final Velgearian, much like Ai was the final Ignis in season 3 of VRAINS. It's not confirmed at the time of writing so it feels unfair to judge the episode for that, hence why I didn't bring it up initially. However, because of that, along with other outside factors, this is an episode I just don't think I can really have a concrete opinion on, at least until the arc is over.

Basically what I'm saying is that the original review I wrote was a mistake and the result of me staying up way too late brainrotting over this show. All I can really say for sure about the episode right now is "stop using Soul Galaxy at the ends of episodes, I beg you. I get what you were going for and that it may have been necessary for the runtime because of the duel being longer but holy shit please stop-"

And that the episode just depresses me, but not in a way that makes me enjoy watching it like episodes 34, 90, or 95, all of which I'd personally consider more sad (and are also three of my favourite episodes...)

I just personally find episode 98 unsatisfying as a final Zwijo episode, which I pray it's not but we'll have to see...

[firendgold]

Albus percival ulfric Brian dumbledore for the bingo.

I got these practically at the same time, so I'll answer both simultaneously. (And btw, thanks for asking about Albus first. ^^)

Heehee.

blorbo: unsurprising. Albus has had a hold on my attention for almost two decades now.

I wish I could save you: it has been SO MANY YEARS since HBP came out and I still am very selective in what post-HBP fics I read, if any. Killing off mentors is a lazy trope. Especially in fanfics that are supposedly canon-divergent retellings but will repeat this same mistake every time. It's 2023. If you're going to have Albus be more than a Merlin copy-paste, actually make his relationships with other people matter.

Complicated Feelings: Albus is hardly without serious flaws. I actually enjoy works more which grapple with them. It's just difficult to find authors who do so correctly and fairly, so most discussion about Albus is black-and-white and I lean hard toward the white to compensate.

Please for the love of god etc.: seriously whose dick do I have to suck for people to write more good Dumbledore fanfics? notice I said "good Dumbledore" and not "good!Dumbledore" though the latter would also be preferable; I just want some quality. also notice I did not say with gr*ndeld*re, because do you know how hard it is to find a fucking fic about my fave nowadays that doesn't bring that other dude into it--

I have so much to say about them: goes without saying. He's one-half of the subjects of this sub-blog. Child-blog? Whatever these things are called.

they intrigue me: OF COURSE, Albus Dumbledore's life is very fascinating. Even with the bad movies there's so much we don't know about just what he was up to for huge portions of his life. I really want to see more exploration of his relationships with minor characters.

I can make them worse: I so could. These randos think they're writing actual manipulative!Dumbledore? HAH. Out here creating OOC old men who are either Grindelwald's Happy Boyfriend, Voldemort in the Wrong Skin, or just Incompetent Politicians who somehow have enough memory to twirl their moustache and sign bank forms but not enough memory, brain power, influence or magical ability to subdue a teenager who comes to their place of power to wail at them. Pathetic. No one can corrupt a character better than someone who actually understands and loves that character. I never would, but I'm confident I could write an elite fanfic where Albus was either an infallible Dark Lord ruling the country or an expert international Mugwump who was so deliciously interfering that it made complete sense in-universe why the wizarding world was still as corrupt as it was. Besides, of course, the already existing reason of one-or-two-or-six-good-government-officials-can't-override-hundreds-of-bigots-no-matter-how-high-up-their-title-is.

[taintedsoul-if]

Hello ☺️ I was the anon who asked for the last scenario (the one with the mission of seducing a target) first of all, I love your writing and I absolutely adored the scenarios you wrote 💛

But also, I’m not sure if I missed anything but did you change the names of the ROs? I’m sorry if you already said anything about it or if I’m just confused 😅

🤣🤣 gimme a minute let me just laugh.... 😂🤣

Anon another Anon just asked the same question! I am just as confused as both of you. I thought you wrote that ask for IUSOD! Oh dear God. Ground please swallow me up. I'm so embarrassed right now.

I didn't change the characters name.

So because IUSOD deals more with the "Mafia" world. I thought- now I'm just repeating myself all over again.

But let me just rectify this situation.

Would your character still fall for Tysten/Trista after all that he has done in the past to the OH? Will your MC see past his "mistakes"?

Cadmus wouldn't allow another person to touch what belongs to him. If it has reached a point where your character "loves" being in other people's company more than his own, best believe he's going to chain you to his side. Your character made him go mad after dying. At one point he nearly self destruct and that is how Atticus- nvm.

Trysten/Trista - would suck the life force from your body rendering you useless, with only a few days left to live. They would imprison you.

Atticus - would wipe your existence from everyone's memory. He will not forgive you, for What you did in the past. He's just as crazy as Cadmus

Nyssa/Nyala - they would point blank ask you why you were behaving so "chummy" with other people. They would then start doubting your relationship with themself. Wondering if you had another motive for befriending them and making them fall deeply inlove with your character. At this point in time there dark side hasn't been activated as yet. Push a little bit and you'll soon have a paranoid possessive mad person watching your every move.

I should also say this. Cadmus and Atticus hungers for your flesh. If you want to survive until the ending of the book. Do yourselves a favour. DON'T TOUCH THEIR BOTTOM LINE in other words know your limits. 🤒😰. Also no cannibalism!

Also every character in this book isn't right in their head. (Not right in my head either) What exactly will you do, with little to no knowledge of what's suppose to happen in the book. I only plan to write a backstory of how earth was replaced and turned into the new and improve Vathilia. That poisonous fog was no joke! It turned many into mindless creatures who hunger for "ability users" flesh. By consuming/drinking ones blood one can level up. Will you turn to the dark side. Sinking your fangs into the necks of those you deem unfit? My fellow readers. The clock is ticking!

My sister asked me two days ago. "Why every time you write a book, someone has to die in the prologue? Writers should be feared..."

I cackled like a maniac.

It brings me great pleasure to know that there are actually people out there that like my writing. God bless you all. Thank you anon for the support! And sorry again for the mixup. I hope a summary of their reactions is alright!

[ilu-rider-ocean-lover]

Metkayina! OC x Lo'ak

name pending

Warnings: Character death; slow-burn (they don't kiss till the end)

Summary: They slowly fall in love. That's about it. Follows the plot of twow. No use of y/n OC has a name.

A/N: this is my first fic. sorry. please let me know if it's hot garbage and what i can fix to make it better!! only edited by me. please lmk if you find mistakes. **gif is not mine**

When the Sully family landed their ikrans Ni'awtu was out diving for food near the outer rings of her clans territory with her little brother Ateyo.

Ni'awtu, who also goes by Nia, has always been a bit apart from her clan. She falls to the beat of her own drum preferring to dive and hunt alone. She pulls her weight and helps Ronal, the Tsahìk of your tribe and close friend of her mother Rakay. Even on her days of rest she prefers to go swimming with her playful ilu or exploring on her own

SO because of this it isn't until 4 days after their arrival she even learned of their existence. Her mother was telling Voa, her father, of the things Ronal said about the children. The Tsahìk's daughter had been assigned to train the children and has reported good things about them so far. Nia was surprised to hear that this is what had ruffled her clans mates feathers and thought nothing more of it that night.

The first time Nia sees the Sully children she is riding her ilu back to the clans dock after gathering small shelled sea creatures and a few fish for ronal who is pregnant and has cravings. The children are on a rocky out crop at the edge of the village. Nia could see Tisreya, her brother Ao'nung, and Rotxo a close friend of theirs sitting with four dark blue, young Na'vi, one who looked close to her little brother Ateyo age. Their bodies were much smaller then her own, not in height but in slimness. They were so different from what she was used to seeing among her clan. Ni'awtu didn't raise a hand in greeting, doubting they could see her in the ocean atop her ilu. She took the moments to stare in wonder at them before passing them and heading towards the docks.

The first Sully that she speaks to is,surprisingly, Neytiri. Ni'awtu was walking a basket full of food, medicinal herbs her mother had gathered with Ronal, and clean wound dressings for a warrior when she heard screaming. As she approached the slightly secluded beach she saw the two sully brothers fighting with Ao'nung and some of his younger friends while the eldest sully daughter screamed at them to stop. Nia dropped the basket she was holding and sprints to what she hopes in the correct marui. When she arrives breathless it is only Neytiri in their marui. Nia quickly gives a greeting to the older Na'vi woman and begins to tell her about the fight. Before she finishes Neytiri abandons the meal preperations she was working on and rushes out to follow Nia to the fight. They run into Jake who is fully of fury after breaking up the fight. The brother trail after their father, heads hung low, faces bloody. Their mother rushes at them, checking who has what wounds where. As soon as she realizes they are not in immediate danger of dying she begins to lecture them about not doing dangerous (and stupid) things. Ni'awtu uses that moment to Rey and slip away but not before she makes quick eye contact with the youngest sully brother who has his braids tied back. Nia tries to send empathy towards him, understanding just how harsh Ao'nung can be, while his just burn brightly back at her. Full of rebellion, and with the intensity of the sun, his yellow eyes made their first appearance in Ni'awtu's dreams that night.

The next day, when Lo'ak apologizes to Ao'nung at his father's request, and goes past the reef, Ni'awtu is, deep diving in the ocean near the outer ring. She hears others in her clan calling out a search party for Lo'ak Sully when she is bringing her haul back. She drops it off at the closest dock asking one of her tribe to bring it to her mother before speeding off to help search. Ni'awtu goes out past the reef, fearing the worst has happened to him when she spots him floating in the ocean. She doesn't notice the tulkun with a missing fin that dropped him off and dove deep below her ilu moments before. She raises a hand and calls out a greeting to him before urging her ilu to swim besides him. Lo'ak is out of breath when she pulls up besides him but his hand is warm in hers as she pulls him onto her ilu behind her. Nia has to hide her face when he is getting settled behind her and when his arms go around her teal waist she sends a silent prayer of thanks to Eywa for the darkness of eclipse so that he won't see she is blushing. She feels like she could burst into flames becuase of the heat he gives off but instead she turns her companion towards home. When the pair pull up to the dock his parents are standing on, Ni'awtu starts turn to lead her ilu to her family's dock when Lo'ak turns back to her "I See You. Thank you for saving my life today" His words, though spoken quietly to her, boom through Ni'awtu's brain for days after.

The next time Ni'awtu speaks to Lo'ak is a few days later. Nia has allowed herself a day of rest to spend with her little brother. Ateyo was old enough to ride a small ilu on his own but both siblings enjoyed riding Ni'awtu's ilu together. Ateyo spotted Tuk riding an ilu with her older brother Lo'ak and was overjoyed that he ran into his newest playmate. Ateyo is the opposite of his sister in the way he makes friends so easily. He turned to beg Ni'awtu to go exploring with Tul and her sibling, but before the Metkayina girl could respond, Lo'ak was next to them. "I See You." His fingers touching his brow in greeting, his voice low and friendly. Nia's voice failed her so she just touched her forehead wordlessly in return. When her voice failed Ateyo stepped in for her, "Tuk! How lucky we meet here in the beautiful ocean today! We should all go exploring together, my sister is an excellent diver and knows the most beautiful spots to swim. Right Nia?" Ateyo's big blue eyes, that matched her own with a rig of green around the center, beg her to say yes and she has never been in the nabit of denying him. "Only if Lo'ak does not have training today" Ni'awtu looks at the dark blue boy and gets lost in his yellow eyes for a moment. "Nia," His voice fades, as if he has just putting a name to the face he has seen in his dreams since she saved him "I would love to join you both" His cheeks darkening a little when he realizes he paused for too long. When Ni'awtu smiles brightly and turns to guide her ilu missing the way Lo'ak's mouth drops open a little. Missing that he is hit with the longing to make this wonderful, shy girl smile again. But Ateyo sees.

Over the coming weeks it becomes habit for Ateyo to beg his older sister to walk him to the Sully's marui before she goes diving for the day. He claims he still gets scared walking through the village alone but she knows it's a lie. Ni'awtu wants to see Lo'ak and never denies his requests. Ateyo has become fast friends with the youngest Sully, and spends their morning walks chattering about what he wants to show Tuk next. At first it's Kiri that greets the siblings and collects Tuk for him, but after three days of Nia walking Ateyo it is Lo'ak that is awake and greeting you both. His yellow eyes seem to glow a bit when they chat in the morning, a fact Ni'awtu misses.

After 3 weeks pass of the early morning talks Ni'awtu falls into a rythm around Lo'ak, slowly getting more and more comfortable around him. More often then not Neytiri insists on feeding her and her brother breakfast, insisting that Nia especially needs energy before diving. Neytiri doesn't tell the young girl that she has also noticed how joyous her often sulky son is around her. So she wants to see her son happy looking at the girl he pines over but what mother doesn't? The way Lo'ak makes Ni'awtu smile frequently reminds the older Na'vi woman of when she and Jake were younger. One morning Lo'ak asks if he and his siblings can join her on the dive, and help collect sea creatures. Their training with Tisreya has been going well and they are curious about her. Ni'awtu is a bit hesitant at first, she has never taught anyone besides Ateyo but one look in Lo'ak's eyes has her caving.

The rest of the day is spent showing the Sully children (minus Tuk and Ateyo who are off playing together) where to find the sea creatures that all make an amazing stew together. They even catch a few fish before it gets too close to eclipse. They head back to the Sully's marui meeting Tuk and Ateyo there. Since they caught so much Neytiri invites Ni'awtu's parents to join them all for dinner. When they have all settled down to help prep and cook the food they caught Lo'ak is quick to claim the seat besides Nia. "So Nia, I had a great time diving with you today. Do you think you could continue to teach me how to fish tomorrow?" He hoped his voice didn't sound as eager as he felt, but Nia enjoyed hearing it. She was eager to be in his company as well. "I would love the company Lo'ak" and so they fell into a new rythm together again.

When Ronal's spirit sister is found dead the news sat heavily in Ni'awtu's heart. Her own spirit sister was unharmed, but the thought of never swimming with her again? It broke Nia to sobs. When Nia saw the angry group that was gathering and she had to escape. All of the emotions she was feeling, the anxiety of how close the sky people were, the empathy for Ronal who is like an aunt to the girl was choking. She made quick moves to the dock, needing the support of her ilu, and a quick swim in the ocean to go find her spirit sister and comfort her through the loss of a pod member. Nia had been heading towards open ocean when she heard Neteyam yelling behind her. She was surprised to see Lo'ak atop his ilu speeding in the same direction as her, as if he sensed an emergency. The decision to follow him is a quick one in her brain. He had spoken to Ni'awtu about Payakan before and he had told her about the bond they made a few nights prior when she took him to look at the stars together. "Lo'ak I'm coming with you. What is the emergency?" Nia tried to keep her voice calm while urging her ilu to match Lo'ak's pace. "Sky people are hunting my family and killing Tulkun to draw us out. I have to warn Payakan" His voice almost gets lost over the waves. Ni'awtu looks behind her, still hearing Neteyam and Tisreya calling out to him but she is surprised to see that Ao'nung, Rotxo, Kiri and Tuk are behind them as well. "Where is he?" is the only thing she asks.

Getting caught by sky people is the most terrifying experience of Ni'awtu's life. One moment she is trying to swim away from the grabbing claw of one of the creepy metal diving machines the sky people have, and the next her hair and left arm are in the claws of an angry ikran. The scream that is ripped from her lungs is heard by Lo'ak, already captive on the boat with his little sister Tuk and Tisreya, by her father fighting amongst the other Metkayina warriors on their skim wings, and by Neytiri high in the sky shooting arrows, and dodging bullets. When the ikan drops her harshly in top of the rough ship deck some of Ni'awtu's hair flutters out of the ikrans claws and floats gently into the ocean. Lo'ak's screams of rage and fear keep Nia from slipping into dark unconsciousness. The big five fingered hand that grabs her upper arms is not kind. It pulls her to her feet that are bare and drags her to the railing the others are ristricted on. Stumbling to the ground, kneeling besides Lo'ak, she is handcuffed to the rail. She tries to be strong heart and Lo'ak's yellow eyes burning back into her eyes steels her back completely. When a dream walker with short dark hair and a big gun walks up behind Lo'ak, Ni'awtu's lips curl back, exposing her fangs in a hiss. The big man just stares back at her, a look of disgust plain on his face. His dead eyes that see nothing just stare back at her hoping to scare Ni'awtu into silence. With the snarl still on her face Nia sends up a silent prayer to Eywa that they all make it out of this and that the sky people get what they deserve.

When Neytiri screams the first time over Neteyam's body Ni'awtu sobs silently, a hand on Lo'ak's back, the only support she can offer right now. The ocean still crashes against the rock that the Sully family (minus the two daughters who are still trapped on the demon ship) sits on. Ni'awtu wishes that the world would stop changing but that is not the will of Eywa. When Jake and Neytiri leave, ready to fight for their daughters, Ni'awtu moves beside Neteyam's body, touching his brow in grief. This sweet eldest child of the Sully's had become a friend to the girl who had none before they moved here. Nia didn't notice Lo'ak leaving until she heard Tisreya begging him not to. Ni'awtu doesn't rise to protest his leaving like Tisreya, he needs to help his family, be there for them. She understood. Instead, she picks up Neteyam's hand, vowing to watch over the body while the Sully's were busy, and to help them in whatever ways she could, even if it was just making sure the ocean didn't claim this body before it's time.

When the tribe gathers to honor Neteyam's death Ni'awtu sits on an ilu with Lo'ak and when he watches his brothers body sink into the anemone she is the one that comforts him. In the days that follow Ni'awtu works hard to fish and gather food for the family so that they may be in their grief together and not worry. She brings them fish and other gifts from the ocean. Anything to ease the loss. At night she brings Lo'ak to the tops of the trees they live under to watch the stars and listen to whatever he has to say. The rythm they have between them comforts Lo'ak and keeps him from feeling completely lost after his brother dies. It's on the tops of those trees that, weeks after his brothers death Lo'ak kisses Ni'awtu for the first time. They start a new rythm that night.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Please consider:

A character who always wears their hair tied back leaving it down. soft. vulnerable.

Also consider:

A character who always wears their hair down tying it back. shit's about to go down.

108 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#4

Common Fanfic Mistakes pt. I: Idioms

Since there was a decent response I decided to make good on my promise to write up some of the most common mistakes I've been seeing in fanfic recently, focusing in particular on homophones (words that sound the same but have a different spelling and meaning) and idioms and idiomatic phrases (phrases that are often used and recognised in combination).

Now, this isn't meant to attack anyone; these mistakes can happen very easily and for me they don't really take away from my enjoyment of a story, even if they do make me pause sometimes. But as someone who has picked up many phrases just by reading, both books and fanfic, I know how quickly it happens that you first read it somewhere used wrongly and you absorb it into your vocabulary without even knowing it's not right.

So! For those interested, I want to list up a few of the most common things I've seen, along with explanations and example sentences. This got pretty long so I'm dividing it up into two posts: this first focusing on idioms and the second on homophones.

Disclaimer: I am not a native English speaker myself, so I'm not claiming to be 100% accurate here, but I did do some research and I have a MA in English/International Literature, so I do know a little bit what I'm talking about.

Idioms

There's certain idiomatic phrases that are very popular in fanfic, I seem them over and over again--but I also see them used incorrectly a lot. Let's get right into it with what might be the most common.

To make a beeline for something

Unlocking the door, he made a beeline for the bed and dropped face-down into it.

This one confused me when I first encountered it in fanfic. I hadn't heard it before, but having seen the kind of bumbling, roundabout way bees fly from flower to flower, I thought that's what it meant: to make a slow, meandering path. Only it didn't fit into the context, bc it turns out, it means the opposite: To take the quickest, most direct way possible. It does actually relate to the bee, the insect, though: it's meant to reference the way a bee takes the quickest route back to its hive. So it is actually a beeline, not a b-line, as I have often seen it spelled. Who knew!

wreaking havoc

He didn't know how the raccoon got in, but it was now wreaking havoc in his kitchen.

a phrase that means to cause mayhem or bring about distruction, I often see it spelled wreck havoc, which doesn't seem farfetched, given the meaning. But to wreak means to bring about or cause, and that's what you do with chaos and destruction: you bring it about, you don't destroy the destruction. Havoc, by the way, used to refer to plundering and pillaging. Also interesting: The past tense of wreak it wreaked--not wrought.

at someone's beck and call

I cannot be at your beck and call 24/7! I have a life of my own, you know?

I often see this as beckon call, another understandable mistake, since the word beckon does exist, means the same as simply beck, namely to wave someone towards you or give a hand signal, and is more commonly used today. If someone is at your beck and call, though, they will cater to your every whim when you beck them AND when you call them.

one and the same

She realised that Lucky and The Hallowed were just titles for one and the same person.

two things so identical it's not enough to say the are one, or to say the are the same. they are one AND the same. That's how identical they are. One in the same, as I sometimes see it spelled, makes me more think of two peas in a pod.

case in point

You need sleep. Case in point: You just watered the plants with cat food.

If you try to give an example for an argument you're making, you bring up a case in your point, as in a case in support of your point, rather than a case and point.

getting off scot-free

We all knew they were guilty, but they got off scot-free.

TBH, neither the correct phrase nor the version that I often see in fics, getting off scotch free, made much sense to me before I looked up the origin. It has nothing to do with the people of Scotland or their finest whiskey--apparently the scot was a tax that people living in a town or village had to pay. If you lived outside the bounds and were able to avoid the tax, well--you were scot-free.

a shoo-in

With her charisma and eloquence, she was a shoo-in for chairwoman.

not a shoe-in, as you might think. This phrase, refering specifically to someone sure to win a competition or election, does not relate to having a foot in the door. It's a term originating from horse racing, referencing the action of driving the horse in a certain direction with gestures and noises. Shoo! Originally it was used to refer to rigged races, but it has lost most of that negative connotation today.

getting down to brass tacks

We don't have any more time to waste, let's get down to brass tacks!

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145 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

I just saw this on my dash for another fandom and I couldn't help myself. (i went with one character per alignment, obviously there are many other obvious choices.)

224 notes - Posted December 20, 2022

#2

Here is what the sea smells like. It is more texture than scent, because the sea is primarily made of two substances that have no smell of their own: water and salt. Salt has no smell, but makes the air sting, and so all of the other smells of the sea are layered upon the pang of salt. Water has no smell but instead a comfort. We feel moisture as life and so the smells of the ocean are layered upon the contentment of the water. Salt is treble and water is bass. I don't know how I know this is true, but I know it is true. The sea smells like old wood and wet leaves. Like cold mud and warm stone. Like every creature who has ever lived in it, a churning graveyard and nursery. Like winds from the inland carrying the hot circulation of life and winds from the ocean carrying the distant froth of waves against ships and islands. Like gray, only more so. Like blue, only less so.

The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home, Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor

5,578 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

rotating my blorbo in my mind like the cough drop in my mouth, slowly stripping away layer after layer as I let it soothe me, until I reach its very core where it is soft, and I can crush it.

10,642 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

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[wildxnside]

BACKGROUND

tw: alcoholism, underage drinking, drunk driving, car crash.

growing up in the foster system, kiera knows nothing of her real family except what's inside of a worn journal her mom left for her. from it, she's gleaned two things; her mother was an idiot and a drunk, and her father was an asshole.

kiera never got to stay anywhere long, proving too hot-headed and stubborn for most foster families to handle. she either talked back or didn't talk at all, broke things when she didn't get her way, and refused to abide by any rules set in place. to say she was difficult would have been an understatement.

being bounced around all around the state, kiera knew nothing of consistency. she made friends rarely, and when she did it was futile - there was only so much time before she'd be sent away again.

kiera spent years on her own, slowly building up walls to keep other people out. she had acquaintances in every town - people she'd go to parties and occasionally get drunk with. she was set to turn out just like her mother, and she had long reconciled with the fact that nobody was coming along to save her.

by the time the wilder's came along she was already sixteen, which meant sixteen long years building up her walls and becoming not just hot-headed and stubborn, but cold and cynical too. when they found her it was obvious they had everything; a family, a white picket fence in a beachside town, a dog. kiera had nothing to give them, and yet they kept trying, chipping away at the walls she had so carefully built until she finally let them in.

of course they noticed all of the negative traits that had made every other family turn kiera away, they would have been blind not to, but they also noticed so many positive traits. she was tenacious, and brave, and ambitious; it was everyone else who had been blind. they permanently adopted her at seventeen, their only regret being that they hadn't found her sooner.

this wasn't a fairytale, and despite how it might seem kiera's life didn't suddenly get better as if by magic. she was still the same girl she had always been, only now with people to answer to. despite the wilder's best efforts to keep her from drinking and staying out at all hours of the night, it was ingrained in kiera to misbehave.

weeks before her eighteenth birthday disaster struck; kiera got in the car with one of her friends who was far too intoxicated to be driving and they hit another vehicle, fleeing instead of sticking around.

ever since she's tried to convince herself it wasn't her fault. the people in the other car ended up okay in the end, and she wasn't even the one driving, but no matter what she tells herself the guilt still eats away at her.

she continued to live her life as normally as she could. she graduated high school (luckily) and is now enrolled in aurora bay college, hoping to become a social worker and help people like herself one day. her life would be perfect if she could just forget that one stupid mistake.

CONNECTIONS

These are all just brief ideas, but if any of them interest you or if you have ideas of your own please feel free to reach out!

exes - would be either male or within the past two years, her sexuality is a recent thing

hook ups

a bad influence - kiera may be the bad influence, or your character, or maybe they both are and just bring out the worst in each other.

someone she met in the foster system - this one is a little more specific, but since she's mostly been in families within southern california it's totally plausible that this person was someone she was with for a little while, or someone that was placed into a family at the same time.

frenemies - they really don't like each other, but they tend to run in the same social circles or have a friend in common that seems to keep them around one another.

good influence - the complete opposite of the bad influence. someone who inspires and brings out the best in kiera.

these ones i'll probably be requesting later on the main, but i thought i'd put them here anyway.

the person(s) who were in the other vehicle during the crash

foster sibling(s)

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