#and im sure they would have kept up the tradition if they could have

[envy-of-the-apple]

How about apocalypse!au with yan gojo and a foreigner reader who is going on a vacation/business trip when the outbreak happen?

kinda sick of apocalypse aus soooo yakuza!au instead so basically i changed this entire request im rlly sorry

Yandere!Gojo Satoru x reader

Stop Crying

(Warnings: Yandere, kidnapping, dark content, noncon touching, human trafficking)

You promised yourself you'd stay safe during your trip to Japan.

You took all the precautions. You traveled with friends you trusted. You kept your phone on. You didn't accept any drinks from anyone you didn't know. You checked in with your folks back home every night.

And yet, nothing stopped it.

It was clearly a basement. No windows. Dark, with the exception of the flickering light on the ceiling. The thin cot and scrap of a blanket did nothing to protect you from the cold.

Your phone was gone. So was your bag. Except for the clothes on your back, they took everything. You can still remember the fear you felt when those men grabbed you, hauling you into the back of a truck. No matter how hard you screamed and kicked and hollered, they didn't let go. You remembered you bit one of them. He just swore in Japanese before backhanding you. It throbbed for hours before you eventually just passed out.

And now you were here. In a basement.

You were probably going to die. You heard the underground was rampant in Japan. They were going to cut you up, sell off your organs for thousands. If they were merciful, maybe the most your body would face would just be getting thrown overseas. If you were lucky, your rotting corpse would be found. If you were one of God's favorites, you'd be recognizable enough to notify your family. At least then, they'd have something to grieve over. The pieces that was left.

The door creaks. You jump, curled in the musty corner. You hear voices. Two. Maybe three. All male, speaking in fast Japanese. They all descend the steps, and your heartbeat picks up faster than before.

One was a stout man with a nervous sort of prattle. From his tone, you could tell he was trying to appease the other two. The other two were tall, heads nearly brushing the ceiling. One was wearing traditional clothing. Long black hair, graceful movements.

The other wore circular sunglasses. He was too young to have natural white hair. He must dye it. While the other two linger behind, he's the one who strides towards you.

You panic, pressing yourself into the wall, hoping to just disappear, melt into the background. Your fear doesn't deter him. He grabs your chin turning your face one way, and then the other. His hold tightens, even when you try to escape. He seems to be fixated on one side of your face. The slap must have left a bruise.

That seems to anger him. He snaps something over to the other two. The man in traditional garments doesn't look very impressed, while the other hurriedly titters. Maybe they were planning on selling you, that's why seeing you blemish-free would be such a deterrent to their plans.

Eventually, the man directs his attention back to you. You think he'd speaking to you. You aren't sure. You don't know where you are. You don't know who these people are. You don't know what they want to do to you.

You're scared. You're so so scared.

When you start to cry, the man gets even more aggravated. He lets you go with a scoff, before walking back to his group. They squabble a bit more, before the shorter of the three reluctantly makes his way over to you.

"The Six Eyes wants to know your name," he says, accent thick.

You stare at him. Helpless and confused.

"The Six Eyes...?" You repeat and then your eyes flick over to the white-haired man. Standing tall and still, like a beautiful statue.

You don't know what's in it to lie. They have your wallet, your ID, your passport probably. You mumble out your name in defeat. The Six Eyes hums in approval.

"I have money." You blurt out. "A lot of it. If-if you let me go. I'll give you whatever you want. My-my family will pay any price."

He translates. When he's done, the other two laugh. It's loud and scratches the inside your chest. You duck away, feeling the tears again.

"The Six Eyes said he's paid too much for you to entertain that possibility." The translator says. Your heart drops.

"Paid for me.." You repeat. No no no no. "What does that even mean?"

The man stares at you with sympathy. You don't want it, you want to throw it back on his face, but you can barely move from your spot.

"He will take good care of you." he tries to console. "I heard the Six Eyes treats his things very well."

You don't want to hear it. You fall into hysterics. You want to go home. You want to go back to your country. You want to go home.

A long hand grabs your chin, instantly quieting you. Unlike his firm grip earlier, this one is nearly painful. You're certain he'd crush your bones if he wanted to. You quiet anyway. That seems to satisfy him now. He mutters something to the translator.

"The Six Eyes is telling you not to scream anymore. He finds it aggravating." The translator says.

The Six Eyes turns to the translator knowingly. The man shuffles with his feet, before reluctantly clearing his throat.

"You...belong to the Six Eyes now."

The Six Eyes grins, filled with white glistening teeth.

"Don't disappoint him. "

[freshlove-sturn]

house on the cape.

pt 1 pt2

based on last friday’s video bc im obsessed with it. (events that happened in the vlog may not be in order just so the story flows how i want, also might add or get rid of some things for that same reason ofc). definitely gonna be multiple parts if yall like it so please let me know!!

summary: when the triplets come back home from la, they reunite with their favorite summer tradition, staying in the house on the cape. amidst all of the familiar laughter, and reminiscing on old memories, y/n can’t ignore the feeling stirring in her heart. something that went deeper than friendship. as she grapples with the fact that her feelings for her lifelong best friend, matt, are more than what’s just at the surface, she must learn to navigate and balance the unspoken feelings, and the gut wrenching fear of risking it all.

a/n: sorry guys but i think im scrapping all my old fics. i just have lost interest in them and i dont want to give yall something that i just half assed yk. i just need something new 😖🙏 don’t hate me pls. also i didn’t proof read and i never do so hopefully this all makes sense LMAO

……………………..

“BOYS TRIP!” chris shouts through the house.

the triplets are back in boston from being in la. i’d be lying if i said that i didn’t wish that these visits would last forever. being across the country from my best friends sucked.

“oh yeah , and you’ll be there too. you’re one of the boys.” chris points at me, smiling before loading the car with our bags.

“chris please never say that again.” i cringe, but fail to keep in my laughter.

“i agree. that was disgusting.” nick chimes in.

“just wanted to make sure you know you’re included.” chris throws his hands up in defense.

“thanks.” i smile and shake my head before getting in the car.

we were staying at their house in cape cod, something all of us looked forward to each summer growing up.

we arrive at nate’s house to pick him up. after the group effort of showering him in compliments for his new hair cut, we get back in the car.

sandwiched between nick and nathan, i check the time on my phone. nick grabs my wrist and moves it out of the way to give himself a better view of my lock screen.

“that is such a cute picture.” he says admiringly. it was a picture of matt and i. the picture was taken from behind while matt gave a piggy back ride back to the car because my feet hurt from wearing heels to madison’s concert.

“you took it.” i laugh.

“i know. i really out did myself huh.” he hypes himself up. i smile and roll my eyes.

once we get to the cape house, we unload the car. all of our bags scattered haphazardly throughout our respective rooms. the same rooms each of us have stayed in for years. nate with chris, nick with matt, and me, having been the only girl, with my own room.

“let’s go to the beach!” nate walks out into the kitchen, clapping his hands together.

…

the beach was just within walking distance. matt and i fell behind the rest of the group.

“i’m so glad you’re back.” i tell him.

“me too. i missed you.” he replies.

“i missed you too.” i admit. “a lot.” i look up and meet his eyes. we just stare at each other for a second. we didn’t really need to say anything. it was almost just a mutual understanding that each other were our favorite person.

if only he knew the extent.

the only person i’ve confided in about my feelings for matt was nate. which was precisely why he kept shooting me knowing glances anytime matt and interacted. nate swore that he knew i was in love with matt for years, before i even knew myself.

i can’t exactly pinpoint when i fell in love with my best friend, but i do remember when i realized.

flashback

matt and i sit together in the hammock string between two large oak trees in the backyard of the cape house. the gentle breeze swaying us back and forth softly. the sun was going down just to the right of us. beautiful pink and orange hues paint the sky.

“i could stay right here forever.” matt breaks the silence that had fallen between us.

“me too.” i reply softly.

“oh hey i have something for you” he digs his hand around in his pocket and pulls out a baby pink seashell. he hands it it me.

“i’ve never seen a pink one like that before.” he tells me as i admire the gift.

“me either. i love it. thanks matt.” i smile sweetly at him.

“of course.” he returns the smile.

i feel the heartbeat in my chest racing and my cheeks heating up. the feeling i had been carrying around with me for quite some time became abundantly clear.

i was in love with my best friend.

when i got home that night, i tied a string around the shell, and wore it as a necklace. and i haven’t taken it off since.

end of flashback

that was back when we were 16. 4 whole years i’ve gone hiding my biggest secret from the one person i told everything to.

our gaze was interrupted by chris. “jesus, yall are some slow pokes” he hollers back at us.

we both laugh and pick up out pace.

soon we arrive at the beach. i’ve always loved the beach. it truly is my happy place.

especially when i’m with matt.

nick snaps pictures here and there.

“oh my gosh matt look! this is just like your tattoo!” i hold out a shell to him.

“oh shit you’re right.” he holds out his arm, revealing his tattoo.

“that’s sick.” chris admires the similarity while nick takes a picture.

…

later that night, we all sit in the living room debating on what movie to watch.

“chris im not watching planet of the apes again. we’ve watched it like 9 times already.” nick argues, shutting down chris’s pleads.

“how about grown ups?” matt suggests.

“yes i love that movie.” nate agrees.

“that’s fine with me.” nick shrugs and starts typing it in.

“is that good with you?” matt leans down to where i was sitting in front of him, his voice soft and genuine.

“yeah that’s good with me.” i tell him.

he smiles and pats the spot on the couch next to him, gesturing me to come sit up there with him. i stand up from my spot on the floor and sit down next to him. he drapes a blanket over the both of us.

about an hour or so into the movie, my eyes get heavy. i lean my head on matt’s shoulder, to which he responds with wrapping his arm around me. this was nothing out of the ordinary. there’s pictures going back to when we were in preschool of the two of us practically fused together passed out on the living room floor.

suddenly, a gentle shake of my shoulders woke me up from a sleep i hadn’t even known i fell into. my eyes flutter, slowly regaining focus. when they do, i’m met with matt’s gentle blue eyes.

“hey, you wanna go lay down in your bed? i don’t want your neck to be sore.” he asks, genuinely concerned for my comfort.

i look around, everyone else appeared to have gone into their rooms.

“yeah i probably should.” i say through a yawn.

matt grabs my hand and helps me stand up from the couch. we walk down the hallway. my room came before his and nicks.

“goodnight matt.” i say, slowly turning the doorknob.

“goodnight y/n. see ya in the morning.”

i toss and turn in bed, unable to fall asleep. i stand up from bed, and leave my room. slowly making my way to the kitchen to get a drink, careful to not wake anyone up.

i open the fridge and grab a water. before i can take a sip, i hear a familiar voice behind me.

“can’t sleep?” the sudden breach of silence made me jump a little. i turn around and see matt. he was leaned up against the door frame. his sweatpants falling dangerously low on his figure, his arm under his shirt itching his shoulder, exposing his midriff.

“nope. you?” i set my water down on the counter.

“hm mm” he replies.

we stand in silence for a few moments before matt breaks the silence again.

“wanna go to the beach?”

….

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[itsbubbleteataro]

Heloo! :D I saw your request are open so i decided to send one! what would be Sunday's reaction to a Furina!s/o? If that's a tad bit confusing, can you do Sunday's reaction to his s/o performing Sinners Finale (Furina's execution song) and the execution if you're feeling angsty :3 (You dont need to add that part if you dont want to) SORRY FOR MY BAD ENGLISH IM REALLY BAD AT EXPLAINING

can i be 🤸 anon pls :3

-🤸

You bet you can! Sorry 🤸 if it's not as you'd like but I did have a lot of fun writing about it. I kept some elements that I really enjoyed and found some nice music to listen to in the prosess. I had a lot of fun brainstorming in a cafe with some coffee!

Sorry about my posting being all over the place, moving across the country in the next few months will keep one busy! Anyways heads up this will pull at the heart strings,

Without anymore stalling, I present

La Danse du Chagrin

"Long, long ago, on a small planet named La Sec, a tradition old as the aeons persisted. Every 500 years a lottery was to be held. The winner is said to preform a dance so wonderful that the skies themselves weep and bring this dry and starved planet the water it desires"

You've told this story to Sunday as many times as he asked. Every time he seemed more and more enthralled within the sad story.

The very same story you told him when he first found you, one of of his many trips outside of Penacony.

He saw you dancing for the very first time, a style he wasn't familiar with at first. You lived gracefully, going up en point as if it were as easy as breathing.

The two of you met when he went to extend an invitation, to invite you to dance for the dreamscape. You soon became one of the more popular shows to go to when Robin wasn't present.

It was just after one of your shows, you and Sunday were in your dressing room. Him away from the public eye, watching you make yourself perfect before your next performance.

Sunday's always liked that about you, how your always perfect when you dance, as well as when you dress for the day or for the stage.

A bloodhound knocks on the door to the dressing room, prompting Sunday to get up and answer it as you were busy making sure your hair was perfect. Sunday was handed a note, addressed to you. He passed it along, setting it down on your table while he took his seat again.

Carefully you opened it, taking the note in hand and reading it. You bit your lip, keeping as stoic an expression as you could muster.

"Well my dear dove, it seems we have a show to attend in La Sec. I do hope you will come watch me dance, they did personally invite me too"

You said as you stood up, turning to face him. In hand your point shoes. In the other a red tambourine with matching velvet ribbons tied to it. Your dress a silky white with blood red accents.

"By of course my dear, it seems we are to depart?"

You nodded your head and walked side by side with him.

----

Arriving home was just like you expected. Dry, the earth cracked and starved for water. You took Sunday to Palace d'ear. A grand palace with many a room and beautiful gardens made of stones instead of lush greens. Inside tall ceilings with paintings.

Sunday looked at the paintings, filled with beautiful dancers, tales of woe and sorrow. Some of excutions.

The two of you walked on, further and further. You directed Sunday to a stage, and had him sit in the audience, while you went off to speak with an official.

------

It had been about an hour, he noticed a spinning blue sword above the stage, he figured it was just an effect. After all, it is a stage.

He blinked as he looked at you, then, the music started to play.

He watched you dance both your and his favorite solo, La Esmeralda Finale .

Your white dress swirled around you as you danced, your pristine point shoes matching your skin as always. Your hair half up and half down. Sunday always lived watching you dance.

The music ended as you held your final pose. As Sunday stood clap, the blue sword he saw beforehand stopped spinning, and came crashing down with a thunk.

Your dress was stained red, like the bow in your hair.

His eyes, wide in horror. No one had explained the sacrifice to him.

He bolted to the stage when he could, cradling what was left of you as he watched your body turn to little blue droplets and head into the sky.

Your bloodied point shoes, held close to his chest as it started to rain outside.

Oh what a terrible day for rain.

He clutched your beloved shoes close to his heart. He started to sob.

First he was robbed of his sister, now of his beloved? How the world was cruel to him.

He stayed long past the crowd leaving, gathering up your belongings to take them back to his home, your home.

Sunday never went to a ballet again, it wasn't the same.

How he wished he could have watched you keep dancing on for him

[ratcash-wasgud]

this is my first time requesting here and im so nervous since the idea itself is so cheesy. could we have a modern au loser mizu who listens to "pasilyo" (a filipino song about wanting to get married so badly to someone; i highly recommend listening its so addicting!) and immediately thinks of her crush. thank you sm!

hel lovely!!!!! omg this is such a cute idea...it would be a shame if someone...have added some smut....hm...

anyways i kept this short, just to not overdo the vibe hihi

and you were right, it IS addicting. mwah.

Peonies

"I told you, I don't plan on doing that. Stop trying to play matchmaker, Mama." Mizu grumbles into the phone as she agressively spreads butter onto a slice of toast.

Her mother called her up again, which is always...well, a bother. She just nags her about settling down, even if she's still in college, finding a good boyfriend, getting married, having kids and basically giving up on everything she ever wanted. This is the reason she could never come out to her mother.

These talks always makes her hate the idea of marriage. Why would she ever tie herself down? Plus, it's a stupid old tradition. Plus, it's not even legal where she lives. It's just dumb to even think about it.

"No. I'm just busy." Mizu shrugs as she bites into the toast, still holding the phone up to her ear. Her mom keeps scolding her about ruining the family's name if she refuses to get married.

After about ten agonizing minutes, she hangs up. She lands on her bed with a groan. And just when she thinks she found peace, her phone lights up with a notification. It's a text from a groupchat called Tea Party with Eeyore, which has Ringo, Taigen, Akemi, and you in it.

ringo: omgomg look!

ringo: *a picture of you holding up a full tray of freshly baked pinagong.*

ringo: she helped me with my pastry of the week!!!

taigen: what even is that?

ringo: it's a type of fillipino bread! i learned it in baking class today.

you: we even made a whole playlist of fillipino songs to listen to while we bake :DDD

*you sent the link to the playlist.*

ringo: yup. we got into the mood, if you will

akemi: ringo, sweetie, that could have douple meanings

ringo: oh

The name is a dumb inside joke from that one time Akemi came up with the idea that having blue as a main color and being grumpy is enough for her to be just like Eeyore. She remembers you laughed so hard when she contined this line of thinking and matched Taigen with Tigger, because they're both annoying It's only because of that she doesn't mind this whole thing. She loves your laugh.

Mizu had a crush on you ever since she met you. It wasn't a hard crush to develop, honestly. You were kind for no reason, had eyes with stars in them, always full of energy while wearing the brightest smile she ever seen. You were just generally lovely. She was sure Taigen also had a crush on you at some point, which always irritated her, even if she never planned on making a move.

Mizu was content with the way things were. She was silently loving you from afar while you shined your bright light on her withouth even noticing. You made her happy if you didn't know.

She rolled over to her side, and tapped on the link you sent to the playlist. You had great taste in music, so if you were able to vive to these songs, they can't be that bad.

Then as the playlists starts playing, she hears a couple notes of an electric guitar, and she lightly shivers. Pasilyo was the first song. She never heard about it, but the melody quickly captured her.

She stared up the ceiling and she imagined you and Ringo listening to this song. She imagines you accidentaly spilling flour all over yourself, getting some on your face as you laugh, and she imagines her hand softly wiping it off. She imagines you sitting infront of the oven, staring at the growing pastry dough as it bakes, and having that bright and excited smile on your face when you succesfully decide that yes, it has gotten bigger since the last minute you checked. You'd look at her with big doe eyes when she tells you that it's time to do the dishes afterwards, singlaing how much you don't wanna. And of couse, she'd wash them instead of you, without hesitation. You'd hug her from behind as she does them, and hum the song in her ear, rocking your hips with hers playfully while your soft cheek is squished against her shoulder.

She sudenly wonders if that's how married life would look like with you. Damn, Mama has gotten into her head. But she doesn't mind it if it's like this. Would getting married really be horrible if it was with you? She decies on a firm no. You'd be the loveliest bride.

A bride she'd love to tie herself down to.

You'd stand there, at the altar, wearing all white and holding a big bouquet of daisies, camellias and lakspurs...maybe even peonies.

Yeah...definetly peonies. There would also be peony petals on the floor, scattered across, and one in your hair. Behind your ear...or one holding up your veil.

You'd smile when you see her on the other end of the aisle, like you see your future in her eyes. Your eyes would focus only on her, and your hand would squeeze hers for comfort as she says her vows. She'd kiss you with all her might in that moment. She'd pick you up and carry you away while you both laugh into eachothers faces.

She'd wake up to you every day of the week. To your soft cheeks squiched up against the pillow, your hand around her, and your breathing tickling her skin. She'd never want to get out of bed. She'd wake up hours earlier just to cuddle your sleeping form.

When you'd stir, you'd look into her eyes with your still hazy ones, and plant a good morning kiss on her forehead. In return Mizu would kiss your cheek, then your nose, then your jaw...then your neck, then your chest...

She'd put her hands on your breats, softly squeezing them as she teases them through your thin pajama top. She'd want it to be casual, domesticated, but still so, so exciting to make love to you.

She'd slowly get on top of you, and get lost in the way you're looking up at her. She'd slowly lift your top, and press her knee between your legs. Oh, how'd you tremble. You'd look up at her all needy, she'd have no option but to help you.

Her tongue would softly curcple your nipple, dry lips wrapping around it to trap it, all for herself. Her hand would slowly find it's way inside your pajama pants, long fingers sliding through your lips. She'd toy with you slick, because she knows it's there because of her. She'd bathe in the feeling of your clit pulsing for her before sliding her fingers inside, massagnig your inner walls. She'd coo in your ear, because you're just so precious when she's inside you like this. You turn into a ragdoll, and you can't do anything but whimper for her. You'd depend on her, especially in moments like this.

She'd give it to you every morning. She'd never hesitate to obey every command your body gives her.

Then she'd watch you make breakfast with your ears still red from getting taken by her so early in the morning. You'd sit in her lap while you'd eat breakfast. She'd feed you pieces of her bacon, and you'd give her bites from your egg. She'd give small pecks to your soft lips, to kiss away droplets of coffee.

She gets torn out from her daydream though by another text. She looks at it through half lidden eyes.

ringo: we made too many :(

taigen: that's what u get for always going overboard

you: mizu !!!

you: do you want some? i think you'd love pinagong!!!

Mizu smiles to herself as she reads the text. Maybe she isn't fine with how things are right now. Maybe she does need to make a move.

mizu: yeah

mizu: omw.

Maybe...she could stop by the flower shop and get some peonies.

Just maybe.

[mynqzo]

my insane batshit gritty semi-realistic sapphic reimagining of barbie and the three musketeers

okay so many people were confused on if that last drawing of mine was just an oc named barbie or whatever but im here to tell you no! its my insane reimagining of the corinne in the movie barbie and the three musketeers, but sapphic and insane. so today I’m going to dump on you my insane reimagining of barbie and the three musketeers in a semi realistic gritty setting where they’re all sapphic and when they become musketeers they instead work to overthrow the monarchy. this is not a joke I've been thinking about this for months. like i will take alexandre dumas legacy and make it so gay and barbie.

okay so first things I thought of were weapons and such and what they could be replaced with in this setting cause most of the characters have things like ribbons and fans as weapons (and while that's so slay and I love that/never want that to change in the movie, I wanna make it semi-realistic in this gritty reimagining). so corinne’s weapon in the movie is a rapier so we’re keeping that. viveca has those two long ribbons (I’m sure they have a name but I forgot them sobs) and I think in my head she would have a two whips instead, whip dual wielder ohooo. renée has a slingshot (honestly so lame of the movie to give her that) and in my head she has a musket or pistol. aramina has two fans and I think replacing those with daggers would be really swag. and just to be clear all the characters in this version are aged up to be in their late twenties to early thirties.

for corinne, the story will follow the traditional ‘the three musketeers’ storyline but instead corinne is actively held back by her mother from going to paris and becoming a musketeer because her mother believes she’ll fall into the same fate as her father did and die. so she instead sneaks out because she feels like if she became a successful musketeer she could establish a comfortable life for her mother. in my head she's kind of like a cocky playboy kinda character where she's a little full of herself but has a lot of drive to find out what happened to her father and how he came to pass but also to succeed so she can take care of her mother better. like she's essentially the person who would ask you to fence shirtless because she wants to prove that she doesn't need armour.

for aramina I feel like her concept of a hopeless romantic can be made more complex if added with religious calling like for aramis in the original three musketeers. like she has a deeply religious upbringing but she cant stop falling in love with people and getting into trouble about it and it especially shows when she meets corinne and the others and; you guessed it, falls in love with them too. a nice mix of guilt and romance. she could have been a faithful follower of the church and been a nun but fell in love with one of the nuns and was caught and therefore shunned and punished, but she kept doing it again and again and her behavior became too obnoxious for the church to allow so they kicked her out, and she’s still plagued by this guilt while also wanting to follow her heart. she essentially ended up as a maid because her church rejected her and her family refused to take her back in on account of her sinning (rip) so she's essentially trying to find purpose in life while also overcoming this insane guilt she's carrying with her for her own desires.

renée’s story in my head follows that of a noble who then became a street musician and eventual musketeer. in the original musketeer story, athos was married to milady de winter [who was the villain] and attempted to kill her after discovering she was a criminal and then he became a drunkard about it because it made him so sad. for renée, she could have been married to a wealthy man that her family arranged her to marry but he was like, a bad guy and wasn’t really nice to her etc and also was a criminal on the run, so she tried to kill him because she was sick of his shit but her kill attempt ended up with her being fought off by him and excommunicated by her and his family (because they dont know he’s a criminal) so she ended up as a street musician and that lead to her being a maid in the palace and you know the drill.

viveca, the same as was in the movie and book as porthos, loves fashion and clothing and is always dressed super dapper and i feel like this could easily make her be a seamstress in the palace who directly works with the royal family when it comes to making them garments (alongside being a maid). she would know the internal workings of the royal family and be the person who could spy on the politics of everything the easiest out of everyone. i feel like she can put up a facade very well with the royal family where she can act like she’s totally into what theyr doing and not totally planning to go against them at any point like at all.

essentially they work for the palace as maids, one way or another, and do all the shenanigans of protecting the prince from getting assassinated by snooping around and whatnot only for them to turn around and be the people who go out of their way to assassinate the prince because they quickly realize that he’s kind of a shit head. they essentially side with the group of people planning the assassination which leads them into meeting a group of rebels and people who protest the royal family. there’s this journey to realize that the true villain of the story is renée ex husband she tried to super kill who became an advisor to the prince and king after the assassination attempt (and the old advisor was kicked to the curb). so the ex-husband is now doing evil whispery advisor nonsense where he’s trying to convince the prince that the musketeers all are actually planning his assassination (even if its true like how dare you sir ex-husband) and that he should execute them publicly and then provided a bunch of false evidence to ‘prove’ (like its True they do wanna take down the prince but like yknow). and its like a whole thing. during this all they all fall in love and form a sapphic polycule and its complicated and nasty and oof.

thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[averillaratargaryen]

“A Changed Man.”

Chapter II

“Oh, my lovely Averillara” Viserys smiles weakly, his throat groggy as he speaks.

Averillara walks towards him, a soft smile on her face as she takes a hold of his hands, “we have missed you. Very much.”

“As have i” Viserys responds, before looking to Rhaenyra, “you have kept my grandchildren away from me, for far too long.”

“I apologise, father” Rhaenyra chuckles.

“If you ever miss me, I am more than happy to welcome you into my house” Viserys then looks towards his grandchildren with a week smile, “all of you.”

It was a fond moment for them all, having reunited once again.

Until being disturbed abruptly by the sound of a voice no one wished to hear, at least not in this moment.

“Rhaenyra” Alicent smiles, “I’m so glad to see you here again.”

“Im sure” Rhaenyra responds.

“And.. Daemon, of course” Alicent gives an awkward nod, before looking away to their children.

She gives them a warm welcoming, all apart from Luke, who she was still yet to forgive, for what he had taken from her son.

Averillara scoffs, as she notices Ser Criston Cole stood behind her, before turning back to Rhaenyra and Daemon.

Daemon responds with a simple nod, his eyes indicating to Averillara to not worry, or make much of a fuss.

“You must be tired. Why not get to your bed chambers?” Alicent asks.

“Oh we already have” Rhaenyra responds, “Ser Harrold Westerling was generous enough to welcome us in.”

“Oh-! I see” Alicent lets out an awkward chuckle.

“Were you not given a formal welcome?” Viserys asks.

“Not exactly” Averillara lets her thoughts been heard, before holding her tongue back after realising she had spoken out loud.

“I am sure everyone here had important discussions to attend to” Rhaenyra responds, “it was perfectly fine.”

“My family have come to visit me, after many years” Viserys lets out a strained breath, “and not even a formal welcome?”

“Father, do not stress yourself” Rhaenyra assures him, as she held his hand, “we are perfectly happy with our welcome.”

Viserys begins to feel himself short of breath, as he looks at his daughter, mumbling words she could not understand.

“Call for the maesters” Rhaenyra spoke to Ser Harrold Westerling, before looking to her children, “perhaps you should say goodbye and make your way back.”

As they spoke goodbye, Averillara felt herself stop, contemplating to leave.

She loved her grandfather very much. To see him in such a state, it was hard for her to grasp.

“Averillara” Daemon calls out.

She brings herself to reality, slowly turning her head to Daemon, “right, I’m sorry.”

As Averillara turns her head to her brothers, she notices Luke with the same reaction, as he watches his Grandsire mumble words.

“Is he going to be okay?” Luke asks, looking up to his older siblings.

“He will be okay” Jace responds.

Averillara gives an assuring nod, before the two give way to let Luke out first, following him behind after.

Averillara couldn’t help but feel a stinging pain in her heart.

She knew soon enough, Viserys would no longer be King. It had already felt that way, with many changes being made within the palace itself.

She knew it would not be a change her Grandsire chose, but rather the Queen’s.

It had felt as though her Grandsire had already left, and it scared her. Knowing the trouble for the throne, once he passes.

Everyone knew his wish was for her mother, Rhaenyra. He made a promise.

The people of the palace took and oath, to her mother.

She was the Heir to the throne, that Viserys chose. But she was a woman.

And god forbid a woman would rule, breaking traditions of many centuries.

Averillara just prayed to herself, that her Grandsire would stay stronger a little longer.

As she had gotten lost in her own thoughts, Averillara did not noticed that her brothers had left her to be, whilst making their way out, into the courtyard.

As she found herself back, yet again, she looked to her right, seeing them walk away.

“Wait for me!” She calls out, following them ahead.

~

Luke and Jace walk down to the ground, noticing a crowd.

As they make their way through, they notice the back of a figure.

His long, silver-white hair cascades down between his shoulder blades, the strands catching the light like molten metal.

Beneath the hair, his lean muscles ripple subtly under the leather of his skin, as he turns his head, dropping his sword from his opponent, both brothers notice the scar that was hidden beneath his patch.

Aemond Targaryen

It wasn’t long after, Aemond noticed both brothers within the crowd, causing him to smirk.

“Ah, Jacaerys and Lucery Velaryon” he gave a smug smile, “my bastard nephew’s.”

“What?” Jace took a step forward, before getting held back by his little brother, who looked worriedly.

“Mother said not to cause any trouble” Luke whispers, as he stops him.

Aemond looks away as he let out a chuckle, before looking back at the two.

“I did not say anything wrong, did I?” Aemond asks, taking a couple of steps closer.

He looks down at Luke, his main target, his hand reaching up to get a hold of him.

But within a sudden movement, found himself tripping on his own two feet backwards.

He grunts in frustration, ready to charge before seeing Averillara stood before him.

“Will you truly harm a woman?” She asks him, looking at him in pity.

“You are not a woman” Aemond responds, “you are a bastard. All of you.”

Aemonds words had faced the consequences, when he felt the stinging pain of his cheek, as Averillara had slapped him.

His fingers glide against his cheeks softly, letting out a scoff before he looks back at Averillara, with much anger.

“Mother is not going to be happy” Luke mutters.

“Brother?” Aegon’s voice was heard, as he was making his way through the crowd.

After his drunken morning, had managed to sober himself up, as being told to by his mother.

“Brother, what are you-?” Aegon walks towards his brother, his head turning at the same time, causing him to stop himself from speaking, after noticing who stood opposite him.

As the two of them locked eyes, Aegon stopped himself from walking, turning to face her.

Many memories fogging up, as they watched each other.

“Averillara?” Aegon whispers.

But Averillara was quick to block herself from her thoughts, before she pointed her finger up at him, “stay away from my brothers. Both of you.”

She points to both, Aemond and Aegon, before turning away.

Averillara then pushes both her brothers lightly, giving them way to walk first, and ahead of her, as she walks behind.

“He seemed quite happy to see you” Jace chuckled.

“Keep walking” Averillara swatted him against the back of his head, causing him to flinch in pain.

“What was that for?” Jace complained.

“Walk” Averillara responded.

Aegon lifted his head up to watch, as she continued to walk away, in hopes to have her turn her head around. But to no avail, he sighed, before looking back at his brother.

Who looked at him in disappointment.

“Do not look at me like that” Aegon scoffs, “you were about to fight a woman. Be lucky I was here to stop it.”

“Oh what would you care about a woman” Aemond spat back.

“You are right” Aegon chuckles, before looking back again, in the direction of which Averillara walked.

“But she is not just any woman” he mumbles to himself.

~

It was not long after, Averillara found herself alone, once again.

After her mother, Rhaenyra, had heard of the commotion, she had a word with her daughter.

One which caused Averillara to walk away, in hopes to get a moment to herself.

It was not usual, for Averillara to act in such a way. She had her moments, no doubt. Many times she could be seen as a ticking bomb, waiting to explode.

But for her to give Aemond the satisfaction of a reaction towards insults, was unlike her. She were usually one to stop her brother, from falling into spats over unnecessary comments.

So why today?

Averilla was stood at the window of her bed chamber, looking down into the courtyard.

A sigh escaping her as she looks towards the young boys, abused by the power of her father and uncles.

She shook her head in disapproval, as she watched unfair training playing out, reminding her of the times of how she watched her brothers train.

As her eyes trail around, they stop, to meet the eyes of a grinning young man.

Averillara stared at him blankly, knowing he was simply pretending to be nice, in order to get under her skin.

It was unfortunate, that he knew how to get to her. She hated him for it.

He blew her a kiss, causing her to be taken aback.

Aegon chuckled, as she looked at him in shock, before the disgust took over, as she was quick to draw her curtains and move away.

This were to be a long weekend.

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chapter 3

[torukmaktoskxawng]

tsamsiyu ta’em - a new leaf part two

Masterlist - part five

Summary: Desertion must run in the family.

Pairing: Ronal/Tonowari/Original Female Character

Tag: #tsamsiyu ta'em fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 9k+

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Warnings: canon-compliant, canon-typical violence, mature language, adult content, slow burn, polyamory, found family, cool aunt agenda, alien/human (technically avatar), jake sully sister agenda, time skips, I'm trying to hurry up and get to the good parts so bear with me, fluff, angst, adopted spider, tags to be added

A/N: Thank you so much for 300 followers! 🎉

Right from the start of the day, Jake knew something or someone was bothering his sister. She was quiet, she kept to herself, and she went stiff when anyone came near her. It was as though they were right back at the start when he first brought Kayla to High Camp. What was worse is that the kids had noticed and asked their father what was wrong with Auntie, and Jake couldn't afford to tell them that he didn't have all the answers and he had been wondering the same thing. A small part of him was scared that something had happened to her back at Bridgehead or maybe she was changing her mind about staying. Whatever was wrong, Toruk Makto needed to fix it, one way or another.

She had been particularly moody to him all day, but unfortunately, she had to be in close proximity to her brother when they were both given the task of tending to the ikran and their harnesses.  She decided to be silent, cold, and distant as they worked. Jake decided not to push his luck and worked in silence alongside her, just trying to be a comforting presence despite not knowing what was wrong. He did, however, notice other presences around them, and they were paying particularly close attention to his sister.

It was a small group of young Na'vi warriors, likely around Kayla's age if not a little younger. They stood off to the side, openly staring at Kayla and whispering to each other. Jake couldn't tell if they were curious or making fools of themselves by mocking her, but Kayla didn't appear to even notice them at first. Then, some avatar scientists joined the group, also publicly gawking at Kayla when their fellow Na'vi friends whispered to them, too. They laughed quietly among themselves and one unfortunate bastard was cursed with a snorty laugh that drew Kayla's attention to the group, sharp eyes locking onto them before she could even blink. The whole group quickly turned away, all either embarrassed or ashamed.

Jake took this opportunity to laugh and lighten the mood, "You've got a growing group of admirers, it would seem."

Kayla paused, still watching the group of men and women now clearly avoiding her gaze before actively ignoring them, bringing her eyes back down to her hands as she worked on weaving together a spare banshee harness. Jake huffed with amusement, "What? Not your type?"

"Not my priority," she muttered, "Besides, I'm pretty sure they're not staring at me because they wanna get some."

"Does that mean you have someone?"

Her eyes shoot up to him like a bullet, narrowed and glaring into his soul as she spits out, "Would I have come to Pandora alone if I did? I'm not the one who abandons people when they need me."

The silence is thick and palpable, able to cut through with a knife. Both Sullys stare at one another, unblinking. One stared in shock while the other glared in rage, but it's not hard to tell which is which.

Jake swallowed back the emotions when his throat suddenly dried, ears lowering in shame, "I'm sorry."

"After all, 'Sullys stick together', right?" She mocked, and one look at her and Jake could tell why she was suddenly pissed off at him. The shame quickly eats him up and threatens to spit him out as her voice wavered, "Usually, I'd find it sweet that you taught your kids some of our family's old traditions... but when that tradition ended up becoming a lie--"

"I was going through it," he tried making up excuses as a desperate attempt of calming her, "I wasn't thinking."

"You were going through it?" She huffs out a laugh of disbelief, the smile that briefly graced her lips was vile and hysterical, "I get that you were twins, Jake. But Tom was my brother, too."

Jake lowered his eyes, unable to look at her any longer. It seems as though Kayla can't just settle on one emotion, all her thoughts that have been stewing for some time beginning to boil over like a volcano. Her voice shook, either in rage or distress, Jake didn't want to look up and find out. "And for a while there, I thought I lost both of you."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sure you are. Doesn't excuse the fact that you left me all alone, found yourself a wife, and had a few kids all the while letting your sister believe you were dead!" She snapped, growing angrier by the minute when tears started to brew in her eyes. She didn't want to cry. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to punch him and scream but she was frustrated because she had clearly missed that opportunity when they first reunited, "I missed out on so much of your life, Jake. I missed out on their lives, and you didn't care."

"I did care. I still care--"

"You didn't. If I recall, the last thing you ever said to me was 'have a good life, kid' in that passive-aggressive tone of yours."

His eyes flick up to hers, "And your last words to me were even less than friendly."

"Sue me." Kayla snarled back, quick as lightning, "My brother abandoned me on a dying planet, all alone, and didn't bother to make sure I was taken care of."

The wording felt like heavy lead beginning to build in Jake's gut, tilting his head curiously at her, "What do you mean? What happened?"

"Nothing happened. I just did exactly what you told me to do. I grew up." His ears pin to his skull as his mind prompted him to a distant memory of the last time he ever spoke to Kayla. The shame and humiliation were evident in his eyes when she glared back, "To make ends meet I became a marine. You didn't give me much of a choice."

His hand reaches out before his brain could order it to do so, "Kayla--"

She hissed ferociously for her first attempt, the sound coming low from her chest and throat, baring her sharps fangs at her brother, "Don't fucking touch me."

Jake pulls his arms back, afraid she'd bite, and raised them in surrender so she had a clear view of both of them. Defeated, Jake keeps himself back and willingly exposes himself to her verbal lashings, "Alright, let's hear it. I wasn't sure how long it would take us to talk about it. But there's no easy way around it. So come on. Let's talk."

Her eyes were still pooling, threatening to spill, as she shook her head when words failed, "Maybe we shouldn't."

"No, we should. I knew this was coming. Go ahead."

She took a moment to try and find the right words, but there weren't any that she hadn't already said. Instead, Kayla confessed what she had been feeling all this time after having bottled it up for so long, "Initially I was glad that you're still alive. Now that the initial shock and relief have worn off-- fuck you, Jake."

She picked up her work and turned a full one-eighty, walking away and keeping her head low so no one would think she was making a scene. She wasn't able to get far before Jake comes after her, being sure not to touch her, and instead making her stop in her tracks when he rushed around to cut off her escape, "Look, Kayla, wait-- hate me all you want. I know I deserve it. But don't take it out on anyone else but me."

The words were enough to confuse Kayla as her rushing thoughts pause, peering up at Jake in puzzlement, "What makes you think I would do that?"

"I can't afford not to," his whole posture displayed the stern form of an olo'eyktan, shoulders stiff with the weight of hundreds of lives relying on him, "Kayla, you and I, right now, are on opposite sides of a war. Alright?"

The firm reminder breaks the spell and Kayla quickly looks away, deciding to focus on a Na'vi child in the distance, running away from their mother as they laughed instead. Jake sidesteps until he's in her field of view again and she is forced to make eye contact. His expression stays serious, like a father talking down to their child, "Whatever punishment you think I deserve for what I did, I'll take it gladly. But don't do anything to punish anyone else, like telling Ardmore where we are. Don't feed my family to the wolves for my mistakes."

It hurt to think that after everything Kayla has seen in these last few months, Jake would believe she could possibly do something so monstrous. Her eyes widen at him, shattered as she voiced this in such a soft tone, "Do you honestly think I could do something like that?"

He doesn't relent even though he wants to. He wants to believe his sister loved his kids and would never throw them under the bus for crimes he committed, but he's seen too much. He knows what people like Ardmore are capable of, and has seen firsthand what they can do to get what they want. "It's like you said. Twenty years is a long time but it's enough for someone to change. And the side that you're fighting for, the Sky People... They have done nothing but hurt the Na'vi. They've killed animals, entire ecosystems, and even the People themselves. I watched them destroy Neytiri's home and there were many casualties. Men, women, and children. All for what? For the ore that lay underneath. I thought we had driven them away but now they're back, and they're more ruthless than before. That field outside Bridgehead. The Kill Zone? That used to be a forest. A beautiful, powerful, living forest. And now it's gone. Burnt down to the dry desert it now is."

Kayla's eyes dart away, her expression crumbling into a whole range of emotions that she tried to contain, conflict and sadness being only a couple of them. Jake doesn't relent, "Come on, Kayla, you know I'm right. You know what the Sky People are doing is wrong."

It was a weak attempt at defending herself and her species, but Kayla's sisterly instinct to argue with her brother was a lot stronger than common sense, "... They're my people. They're your people."

"No." He shut her down firmly, harshly, "I chose my people. I chose people who love life. 'People who love the ground they walk on and respect the animals they hunt. They believe that everything must return to the dirt so life can start all over again. When have you ever seen a human give back?" When he's met with silence, he takes a different approach, "You're a soldier, Kayla. Soldiers don't have the freedom to make their own choices. They're not allowed to feel or have their own opinions. I would know because I was a soldier, too. I was just like you. But now I'm a warrior."

She frowns, staring up through her eyebrows with doubt evident through her yellow orbs, "There's a difference?"

"Yes. Warriors are loyal and brave. They have honor. They're not mindless animals who only do what they're told regardless of whether or not what they're doing is wrong. Only a soldier does that. I refuse to be a soldier ever again."

The arguing side of her finally gives in, exhausted from spewing all her emotions out all at once in the heat of the moment. She just wants to sleep now, and at this point, she'll do whatever it takes to get back to her nivi, "What do you want from me?"

The opportunity presents itself and Jake finally admits the motivation behind bringing her here in the first place, "I'm asking you to stop being a soldier and start being a warrior. Join us. Join us and learn to love life again as you did before. Stay here. Be a part of our family. Fight for the survival of our family." Kayla looked as though she had expected him to say this, but still appeared unsure, scared of the danger of staying. Jake took a brave step forward and gently placed his hands on either of her shoulders, "My kids love you and they need you. Do you love them?"

She thought of Neteyam, so kind and brave and nurturing. Kiri, so full of hope and life and is just trying to know herself. Lo'ak, desperate for approval and to make himself seen, yet so reckless and funny. Sweet Little Tuk, so full of love for everyone around her and all-inclusive when showing her creativity and happiness. Kayla even thought about Spider, who smiles and laughs with her and tries to make her feel welcome, despite being an odd teenager who has yet to figure out how adult life works. Going beyond the kids, Kayla thought about Neytiri and Norm, people who have included her in everything and accepted her despite their differences, and who have grown to be her friends and family. Kayla's eyes briefly flick back to Jake and nodded, "Yes."

He smiled, "And the forest? The colors? The people?"

"Yes."

"All of that will go away if the Sky People continue to stay here. They'll dig up and burn every tree all the way down to the roots. They'll be an infestation to this world that you've grown to love. Please, Kayla. Stay here."

Determination and desperation intertwine on his face, and Kayla hated how she had to be the one to break such confidence in him. She partially wondered when did their roles reverse, where she had given up but he had hope. Maybe it had been when he first came to Pandora and saw his life through other people's eyes did he decide to change, and even though Kayla was proud of her brother for becoming a better man, she still felt the hurt of abandonment. Despite wishing she could hurt him as he hurt her, she didn't want it to be like this, "I can't, Jake."

His face had started to fall before she could quickly add, "Not when my real consciousness is in Bridgehead. As long as my body's there, I'll always have to go back."

He breathed a small sigh of relief through his nose, calm now that he knew she wanted to stay but just couldn't find the courage to do so, "Then wake up and run away."

"... How?"

"I have a plan."

~~~~~~~~~

The nights were a little cold high up in the cave systems of the floating mountains, but Kayla was ignoring the cold in exchange for looking into a cracked mirror hung up off to the side of the Longhouse, meant to be used for when the avatars needed to do their nightly routines. Kayla purposely waited until she was the last one to use the mirror for the night, the other avatars already lying in their hammocks, waiting for lights out to be called.

Her reflection was something she had only just begun to get used to. Big, yellow eyes, and cerulean skin with natural, flowing blue stripes perfectly shaping the angles of her face. Kayla pressed a finger to one of the many star-glittered freckles on her cheek that she had recently learned the Na'vi call tanhì. She followed the design for a while, losing count after twenty and then meeting her cat-like eyes in her reflection.

It was a face she was going to have to get used to if she was really going to go through with this. She once saw the avatar as a separate person entirely, but now she understood that they are one in the same both mind and soul. No matter what form she took, either blue or peach, she was still Kayla, and she had to remind herself of that every day in the mirror, no matter what reflection was looking at her. Although she was beginning to wonder just how much time she’ll be spending in her human body after tonight.

A plan had been set and now all she had to do was go to sleep and wake up in Bridgehead. Easier said than done, her nerves acting as a stimulant to keep her awake. Already, she was hearing snores coming from the biolab trailer. She heard quiet chatter in the distance, but other than that, the whole camp was asleep, marking just how late her rushing thoughts kept her up. Taking one last look at her avatar, she finally pulls away from the mirror and gets comfortable in her hammock, internally asking Eywa to wish her luck before closing her eyes.

She's awoken by the same blinding white lights and lab coats, asking a hundred questions a minute while routinely going through the motions of giving her nutrition and simultaneously taking blood samples through various needles and tubes in the crooks of her arms. Kayla blankly stared at her pale arms, a little thinner than normal. She hadn't had time to take care of her body in between links and decided that this should be one of the many reasons she needs to leave. Her stomach growled at the idea of freshly cooked teylu waiting for her back at High Camp and was extremely disappointed when a scientist handed her a granola bar instead. Finally, after they had bandaged her fresh wounds and were satisfied with her answers, Kayla stood from the ledge of the link bay and steadied herself,

"I need to talk to General Ardmore."

The general was summoned and brought to the biolab by the time Kayla was offered water and a full meal. The corporal even had time to pull her hair up into a more respectable bun before she would stand in attention for the general. Frances Ardmore walked in and Kayla salutes stiffly, keeping her eyes lowered until she had been given permission to speak.

"Report."

Kayla looked up with a stern look in her eye and a monotone voice, lying through her teeth gracefully, "There's a crash site near the location of what used to be the Na'vi's Hometree. A gunship with some bodies inside. It's not my brother, I know, but with your permission, General, I'd like to go out there and extract them."

"With your avatar?"

"Just myself, ma'am. I had to leave my avatar behind at the crash site." The general's eyes narrow and so Kayla quickly adds before she could be interrupted, "She's safely hidden, I assure you, but I left a tracker on her so I can find my way back. With your permission, I'd like to take a gunship out there and I'll retrieve the remains myself and bring them back so they can be properly identified and sent home to their families. There won't be any need for extra manpower or wasted supplies."

Ardmore didn't speak for a while, and Kayla had to use every muscle in her face to keep herself from smiling at the idea of Ardmore trying to remind herself that she needs to act sympathetic to the families of possibly deceased soldiers. Kayla was sure that Ardmore could care less about some bodies that were over a decade old, but courtesy forces her to be civil as she curtly nods to Kayla, "Permission granted. You get there, you extract the remains and come right back. That's it."

"Yes, ma'am."

The next morning, with a large satchel of "rations" at her hip, a mask over her face, and an AR rifle strapped to her back, Kayla is led to a gunship and then left alone. Remembering her previous training, Kayla strapped herself in and begin the process of starting up the engines while waiting for Control to clear her for take-off. Finally, she gets her orders and she barely contains her eagerness when responding cordially and taking off, floating up into the air before flying away. Silently repeating the rendevous coordinates Jake had provided her the day before, Kayla beelined in the direction of what used to be the Omatikaya's home.

In Sector Twelve, about ninety-three kilometers from the abandoned Hell's Gate facility, now sat a slowly healing memorial site of Hometree. Kayla had heard stories about this place, mostly from Mo'at, Neytiri, and even Neteyam, despite the fact the young Na'vi boy had never seen its former beauty before the RDA had decimated it. Despite never seeing it stand tall and mighty, Neteyam told stories that he had heard from the Na'vi around him who had seen it. He even proudly stated how his own bow, much like his mother's and maternal grandfather's, was made from the wood of Hometree. It is from Neteyam's stories that now let Kayla's imagination run wild as her gunship slowly circles around the site of the former home of the Omatikaya.

Most of it was still barren, Eywa's hold not yet fully restored over this land. Plants and signs of life were visibly, but not yet solidified. The great corpse of such a large, magnificent tree was still visibly, lying across the landscape like a fallen giant. Vegetation was growing all around its trunk, uproots, and branches, cementing it to the forest floor where it will one day fully return to the dirt to give back what it had taken from the Great Mother. Neytiri once told Kayla that the tree will likely not fully decay under her children's grandchildren are born, but by then, she hopes that more songs will be sung for them to remember it by.

Reaching her destination, Kayla slowly lowers her gunship to the forest floor but wisely chooses to stay inside the vessel, knowing that the world's immune system will not take her presence lightly-- not in this mundane form. She anxiously waits, breath somewhat shaking when she exhales, and purposely cuts the engine. She won't be needing to bring this gunship home, after all.

She's thankful that she doesn't have to wait for very long, hearing the familiar, echoing call of an ikran approaching. Sighting familiar blue and purple wings, Kayla grabs her things and climbs out of the gunship, double-checking that her mask was tightly secured before stepping out into Pandoran air. Tightly holding the strap of her bag, she makes the trek over to the ikran and its rider, who has landed a bit of distance away from the gunship out of paranoia.

Jake sucked in a sharp breath of air, his expression solemn and grave as he took in the human form of his sister, in the flesh, for the first time in over two decades. She was shorter than he remembered, with her dirty-colored hair cut to her shoulders and those familiar, Sully blue eyes staring back up at him through her mask. It was like staring at a ghost, haunted by several memories and none of which Jake was entirely proud of, given the latest argument with his sister. Kayla stared back at him with an all-knowing gaze, equally somber and grim as she stood off to the side of his ikran, patiently waiting. Bob had bristled underneath his rider, clearly uneasy about the human beside him, but through the bond, the banshee kept mostly to himself, aware that he was not allowed to eat this human. Jake broke off tsaheylu and dismounted, trudging over to Kayla and motioning her to lift her arms.

"You're a lot smaller than I remember." He stated slyly while inspecting her person for any trackers or listening devices, gently taking the bag from her shoulder and flipping it open.

"Last I checked, I was taller than you in your wheelchair, so watch yourself."

He glanced up from the bag and hissed playfully at her, causing a small smirk to form behind the glass of her mask. Jake hands her back her belongings and then rejoined his ikran, taking a few sticks of dynamite and a detonator out from the pockets of his saddle.

Kayla frowned at the sight of the explosives, glancing between them and the gunship, "Are you sure you don't want another gunship on your side? Two is better than one."

The Na'vi shook his head, "We can't risk it. For all we know, the RDA is tracking all their gear now."

Sighing in defeat, Kayla nods and stands off to the side while Jake rigs the gunship with explosives and calibrates the blasting cap with a timer. He walks back to his ikran, forming tsaheylu before hopping on and reaching down to Kayla with an offered hand. She takes it willingly and allows him to lift her up on the banshee while Bob grunts disapprovingly at the added weight. Jake places Kayla in front of him on the saddle and they take to the sky, high enough to be out of range when Jake finally hits the button setting off the detonator.

The gunship explodes in a blooming flower of fire and debris, the smoke rising into the air in the form of a small mushroom cloud. The loud noise disturbs the wildlife momentarily, with small forest ikran and stingbats taking to the sky. Jake doesn't give the explosion much thought as he grabs a tighter hold on Eywa te' Bob tan'sey mak'ta with one hand, but squeezes Kayla's shoulder with the other, "Now with any luck, they'll label you killed in action."

"Or missing." She muttered.

"Ardmore isn't gonna want that kind of paperwork. She would much rather label you as a traitor than start a manhunt looking for you lost in the woods. You said it yourself, she doesn't like wasting resources on just one individual."

"... So that's it? Just like that, we disappear?"

"Not what you were hoping for?" He peered down at her briefly before looking ahead, continuing to fly.

Kayla hesitates, glaring ahead at the skies while internally fighting with herself before finally confessing her inner thoughts, "A part of me thought it would've been easier for the both of us if I never found out you were still alive. We could've just-- lived out the rest of our lives living in our respective worlds."

Jake allows the wind to fill in the silence, noting how defeated she sounded even with her back to him and the air whipping past them, obscuring her voice. He shakes his head despite the fact she couldn't see him, "The 'what if' scenarios aren't a thing around here. We don't believe in that kind of thing. Everything happens for a reason, and everything happens because it is the will of Eywa. I hope, in time, you'll learn to call this world your own as I did, kiddo."

She drops the debate, for the moment, and scoffs distastefully, "Okay, new rule. No more 'kiddo' talk. I'm not a child."

He smirks, "No? Then why are you small like one?"

He earns himself a sharp, small elbow in his ribcage when she reached back at him and a threatening promise, "Just wait, Sully. Soon I'll have your kids pinned against ya with all the stories I have of you up my sleeve. You'll regret the day you decided to pull me into this world."

~~~~~~~~~

Her nerves returned when they flew back to High Camp and a horn was blown to announce their arrival. Bob lands and Jake helps Kayla down before letting the ikran fly away. Na'vi were beginning to gather, and Kayla, yet again, felt more exposed than usual, even more so now as she was given some obvious glares regarding her obvious sky demon body and military clothes. Jake places a hand on the back of her neck, yet again, and led her away, immediately finding his family huddled together in the back of the crowd, waiting for him. He and Kayla part through the Omatikaya that have gathered and now stood in front of the Sullys.

Kayla wasn't surprised to see them all slightly hesitant by her human presence, and even though she couldn't blame them, it still made her stomach clench uncomfortably. She couldn't meet any of their eyes due to the height difference, and to her horror, even Tuk was taller than her in this form. When Kayla's eyes met the youngest Sully child's, Tuk shied away behind her mother's leg, clearly curious but unsure of getting closer. Off to the side, Kayla noticed that Norm, Max, and Spider were also there to greet her, and, much to her disappointment, even they stood taller than her as her fellow humans. The traitors. Kayla has never felt so small in her whole life.

Jake pats Kayla's back in sympathy while addressing the family, "Alright, Sullys. Your Aunt Kayla is going to be a more permanent presence in our lives now, and she's going to need help to feel welcomed as both a human and a Na'vi. I'm counting on you to have her back, okay?"

And of course, Neteyam is dutifully the first to step up, offering his hand out to Kayla with a gentle smile, "It's wonderful to meet you, Auntie-- again."

She sees a small hint of humor behind his eyes and relaxes, taking his hand in both of hers and smiling up at her oldest nephew, "You, too, 'Teyam."

He steps aside when he felt the shadow of his little brother behind him. The ice is broken and Lo'ak is milking the height difference with good-natured laughs and Spider was egging him on, glad that he was no longer the shortest out of the group. Kayla felt a grin twitch on her lips without her consent and pinches Lo'ak's side to make up for it, laughing when he yelped in surprise. Kiri had walked up, holding Tuk's hand so she didn't feel alone and the sight of the girls reminds Kayla that she had come bearing gifts to try to ease the kids back into accepting her.

"Kiri--" she calls out while frantically fishing around in the bag she kept strapped at her hip. Pushing aside a few necessities she had taken with her, she pulled out a book and sighed in relief, smiling up at the girl while holding the gift out to her, "As promised."

Kiri's eyes widen and reached out, gingerly taking the gift as if it was something precious. She read the title and then the author's name before glancing back down to Kayla, eyes and smile warm, "Thank you, Auntie."

Finally, Tuk's shell cracks and she begins by poking and prodding at the human woman that now stood shorter than her, lifting Kayla's arms and inspecting her form in awe before her fingers find her aunt's hair and instantly start playing with it. The girl giggles while stating, "It's so soft! We gotta braid all this, Kiri."

"Tomorrow, sweetheart, okay?" Kayla shines a smile at her youngest niece, who nods eagerly and puts her whole weight into hugging her aunt, who is barely able to catch her before they could fall.

Jake smiles while watching the heartwarming interactions before tapping Human Norm on the shoulder, "You got a space for her, right?"

"Absolutely. The second half of the old shack is still functional and is currently being used as storage. She can have my old bunk if she wants."

Jake's nose scrunched up, a little put off by the suggestion, "I doubt she'd want it if I told her all the things you and Trudy got up to in that bunk. She can have Grace's old space."

Norm snorts while shamefully scratching the back of his head, "Sure thing. Probably a better idea." He breaks away to greet Kayla himself, putting on the widest grin as he stands next to her, comparing their height difference with his hand much like before, "It's nice to see that this transfers, no matter what form you take."

Kayla rolls her eyes and shoves him in the chest, causing Norm to bark out a surprised laugh. Through reacquaintance with her family and friends, Kayla had noticed Neytiri standing off to the side in her peripheral. The human woman took a moment to pointedly stare at the Na'vi woman, their eyes meeting and forming a standstill. Neytiri was stiff, both in posture and expression, a statue that didn't waver against Kayla's gaze. It unsettled the Sully woman but she tried not to show that in her eyes, instead she brought her fingers to her forehead, and lowered them in Neytiri's direction. The Na'vi woman blinked, and with the gesture, her posture began to relax. Neytiri smiled. It wasn't big or emotional, but it was small and sincere. She nodded back in response.

After dinner, Norm brought Human Kayla to her new room she would be sleeping in when out of her avatar body. It was a separate trailer from the biolab, standing on its own and older than some of the buildings the humans have taken from Hell's Gate. Norm explains that the trailer was a part of Site 26, a small mobile link meant for avatar scientists who went off-grid for research in the mountains. He tells the story of how he was part of a small science group who retreated there to work so people like Parker Selfridge and Colonel Miles Quaritch wouldn't be breathing down their necks back in the day. After he and Kayla go through the airlock pressure doors and step inside, Kayla takes off her mask and looks around, immediately noticing a few familiar sights.

The first was a wheelchair, abandoned, covered in dust, tossed off to the side. Clearly, the place needed some cleaning, but Kayla wasn't worried about the dust at the moment. She beelined for the wheelchair, bending down and helping it stand back up on its wheels. Norm stands in the doorway and watches the scene in front of him with a solemn reaction, explaining as she continued to look around, "This is it. This is where Jake and I made our last stand as avatars before the fight. The other half of this shack is where the link bays were, but the trailer was completely demolished back in the war and so we left it abandoned out in the woods."

She moved over to the desk and lifted a picture from its home there, blowing away the layer of dust and revealing the contents of the picture. It was clearly Jake at the front of the group photo, human, sitting in that very same wheelchair, smiling at the camera lens. Kayla's finger briefly traces her brother's old face, willing her mind to remember it after staring at his avatar form for so long. Standing on either side of him was Norm and a woman Kayla didn't recognize. Clearly of a military background, the woman -at least younger back then compared to Kayla now- grinned behind her sunglasses, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and spilling over one side of her shoulders. Behind Jake, with both hands firmly placed on his shoulders, stood an older woman with short, curly red hair and sparkling eyes as she smiled, proudly, at the camera.

Kayla hears Norm shuffling around behind her and gently places the picture down, turning back to him as the male scientist was moving around some old equipment and patting the mattress of a bottom bunk off to the side of the trailer, "This was Grace's bunk. It's yours now."

That night, as she sat alone in her new living quarters, Kayla got to work on making this place feel more like home. The first order of business was to clean away all the old pictures and put up the new ones-- well, not really new compared to the photo of Jake, Norm, and the two women. Kayla retrieved her envelope of pictures and placed one photo on the mini-fridge, inspecting it for a moment before she had to move on.

The picture was definitely older than the ones of Jake and the scientists. It was a picture that was taken roughly a month before Tommy was killed. The twins were sitting on the couch so Jake could feel a bit of normalcy, requesting that his wheelchair be kept out of the frame of the photo. The twins smiled at the camera, and Kayla stood behind the back of the couch, leaning over her brothers with a wide grin on her face. Present Kayla smiles to herself before moving on to the next big step of her life.

~~~~~~~~~

As promised, Kayla spends the next morning and afternoon with her nieces, in human form, so that she can watch and learn how to properly braid Na'vi hair. She learns this by letting the girls use her unconscious avatar as a demonstration. Kayla's avatar hovered in her sleeping hammock, unconscious to the world, while both Kiri and Tuk weave every little bit of her locks into various small, intricate braids, pulling them tight along her scalp and purposely braiding the hair behind her large ears so the locks were out of her face. Kayla watched from off to the side, trying to pay attention even as the braiding took hours to complete. Tuk eventually got bored and left her sister to finish the look before excitedly asking her aunt if she could braid her human hair instead, to which Kayla agreed but only if the braids were larger and didn't take as long.

As the girls worked on both human and Na'vi hair, they decided to share their parents' love story, much to Kayla's awe, amusement, and horror all in one. Of course, she was curious about how her brother and Neytiri met and why Jake decided to turn against his own kind for her, but Kayla wasn't hoping for any specific details. Unfortunately, the Na'vi do not shy away from such topics and even openly talk about it to their young, as Tuk liked to prove to her auntie as she refused to spare her any... scrutinous details.

"-- And then they mated before Eywa!"

Kiri's body and tail go rigid even as she frantically scrambles over hammocks to cover Kayla's ears while berating her loudmouth sister, "Tuk!"

Despite the uncomfortable conversation, Kayla found herself laughing to the point she was crying, holding her ribs as they ached and wheezing until she couldn't breathe. She didn't find the initial storytime hysterical, but Kiri's haste to spare Kayla's dignity, Tuk's innocent gaze, and Kiri's hands practically folded on either side of the human woman's face definitely acted as the cherry on top.

Days went by and Kayla was much more comfortable jumping in and out of her avatar form, even more so now that she wasn't waking up and being constantly poked and prodded. On one of her first days as a human in High Camp, Kayla wore a tank top and was bombarded with concerned questions when Max noticed all the needle scars on her arms. Although she tried not to think about how she was practically a guinea pig for the RDA, her family wasn't letting her forget it. Max must have told Jake because the olo'eyktan regarded his duties for the day to instead take some time to spend with his little sister. He grabbed a child's bow and brought her down to the forest floor to do some fishing, even keeping a spare mask strapped to his hip for her if she needed it. He never asked about the scars, but Kayla could feel his eyes on her arm when she pulled the string of her bow back and tightened her form per his instructions.

After firing and missing a few arrows, clearly distracted by his stares, she sighed heavily before turning to look up at him, "It'll never happen again, thanks to you."

~~~~~~~~~

In between lessons, Kayla was finally getting to know other humans who honorably live among the Omatikaya. One individual, Jocelyn, was one of Kayla's personal favorites, aside from Norm and Max. Jocelyn was a biolab tech and didn't own an avatar, so she goes about her day normally, as a human, with a breather mask always secured on her face. Her knowledge stemmed from fixing vital technology -to help the humans survive- all the way to medical training -to keep the avatars kicking-. Not only did she live among the Na'vi, she talks to them fluently, and they don't appear bothered by her tiny presence. Kayla often sees Jocelyn, short as she is, trailing after a couple of young Na'vi hunters. Two young men, to be precise, who always love showing their little sky demon friend things they've brought back from their travels outside High Camp. They always let Jocelyn take samples and further inspect whatever they bring home. Not only was she a technician and a healer, she was also a scientist and she was always hungry for more knowledge of the world she lived in.

But even though she's full of wonder and excitement, she is also pretty strict. The kids in particular exasperate Jocelyn and Kayla always gets a kick out of watching her trying to wrangle the Sully kids whenever Spider sneaks them around the biolab. Kayla has interacted with Jocelyn loads of times at this point and always found her intriguing, but this took the cake, especially when she noticed how Spider practically had the female biotech wrapped around his finger. To be fair, Spider has most of the human scientists and avatars wrapped around his finger. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and the humans left behind on Pandora were no exception when it came to raising Spider.

However, despite this, Kayla couldn't help but wonder why Spider doesn't hang out with anyone else outside of the humans and the Sullys. He's an overall good kid and he's passionate about the Na'vi culture. If it weren't for the physical looks, Kayla would've definitely thought he was one of the Omatikaya when they first met.

She decides to ask him about this one day when Spider decided to sit down and teach her more of the language. Kayla was in her avatar form that day, now sporting tightly braided hair with beads that clicked when she walked. Kayla had to admit that she liked her new look even more knowing that her nieces had woven her a new identity. Spider appeared relaxed while teaching her certain words that are generally used in combat while her mind was still buzzing with her own questions.

"So do you just hang out with Kiri and Lo'ak or do you have other friends?"

Spider shrugged, "Some of the other scientists had kids while being stuck here, but I was older than all of them so I didn't play with them much."

Kayla nods, indicating she was listening. She had been told of Ardmore's initial threats to the humans who harbored Jake Sully and the Omatikaya when the Sky People first returned to Pandora. Some humans, especially the ones with families, stood down and surrendered in exchange for full pardons and safety for their children. That included Spider's foster family, the McCoskers. From what Kayla has heard, Spider's foster family was not the greatest of guardians, especially the foster father. He had betrayed Jake and the Na'vi to Ardmore, being responsible for the deaths of fellow humans who sympathized with the Omatikaya. Jake didn't go into depth with what happened to the McCoskers and the other humans who surrendered, but she assumed that for Spider's own sake, no one wanted to mention them now that they're gone.

Spider didn't appear to notice Kayla's inner turmoil as he continued, "Tuk is kinda in the same boat. I hung out with Neteyam for a while there. We're the closest in age... but he hasn't really been wanting to hang out anymore."

"Why not?"

The boy stares off in the distance, unable to keep his eyes on Kayla for long before he has to look away again as he muttered, "Probably because he's training to be the next olo'eykan. Which is fine. Good for him."

It sounded only partially genuine, and Kayla doesn't back down, "But Kiri can still hang out with you even as... uh... what's the word for tsahik in training?"

"Tsakarem."

"Right." Silence lingers until Kayla braves awkward silence, "It... it doesn't have to do with whatever Neytiri has against you, does it?"

A scowl immediately forms behind the breathing mask, "She hates me. Hates the fact her kids love me even more."

"From my experience, it doesn't take much to be on her bad side," she tried lightening up the mood, "I wouldn't sweat it too much, kid."

"You don't get it."

"Don't I? I know she's not overly fond of humans."

"It's more than that with me. To her... I remind her of the man who nearly took everything from her family. My father was Quaritch."

The name sounds bitter on Spider's tongue, clearly a bad taste for him. Kayla's comically big and yellow eyes widen even further, "You mean the colonel who ran security at the mine before the humans were sent back to Earth?"

He only nods and she hisses in sympathy, "Shit. Okay, I can see why you'd have a hard time getting on Neytiri's good side."

"Yeah. No kidding."

~~~~~~~~~

Unlike Spider, it didn't take Kayla a whole lot to get on Neytiri's good side, but it's not as though she had to try. Neytiri was already warming up to Kayla, both in and out of her avatar form. The Na'vi woman sometimes enjoyed Kayla's presence in her human body, despite not wanting to be around the other Sky People that live amongst her clan. In many ways, Neytiri felt as though she was with Grace or Sylwanin again. They would've loved Makayla Sully. She was more level-headed than Jake -or at least compared to when he was younger- and she was observant, someone who calculates before doing anything. She thought ahead and she always had something Neytiri remembered Grace calling 'common sense'.

Neytiri grew to appreciate Kayla and would fondly watch her interact with Jake. Neytiri was aware that her mate had at least one sibling in the past, but up until now, she could only imagine what kind of a brother he was. With Kayla around, Neytiri got to see a side of her husband he hadn't let anyone see before. With Kayla around, a bit of mischief returns to his eyes, always ready to tease his sister without a second thought, regardless of who was watching. Mo'at wanted to berate the olo'eyktan for such childish behavior, but Neytiri was quick to silence her mother, "They need time to be reacquainted as siblings."

And siblings they were. Neytiri often smiled when around the adult Sully siblings. Watching Jake and Kayla interact often reminded her of other sibling duos, such as Neteyam and Kiri, or even herself and Sylwanin. But it's not to say Jake and Kayla were the most perfect siblings. Kayla still had trouble forgiving Jake for past mistakes and would often remind him of said mistakes just to add dirt to the fresh, reopened wound. Neytiri understands why Kayla must hurt Jake the way she had been hurt, but Jake was still Neytiri's husband and she was protective -if not a little possessive- of him. So, to try and find peace between the brother and sister, Neytiri decides to take Kayla hunting without Jake present.

Kayla didn't refuse, slipping into her avatar form and excitedly following Neytiri to her ikran. The pair fly down to the forest floor and immediately pick up a trail that had to be yerik. While tracking the animal down, Neytiri found it the best time to breach the topic, "Jake tries his best to help you feel at home here. You try your best to push him away."

Blunt as ever, she takes Kayla off guard, the female avatar turning back to face her with wide eyes. They stood in silence, the hunt momentarily forgotten until Kayla's mind catches up to her and she shakes off the initial shock. She turns back to the task at hand, following the tracks Neytiri had instructed her to follow with a scowl on her face, "Jake was the one who told me that relying on others won't help when you're trying to survive. I'm just living up to his advice."

"He's not like that. Not Ma Jake."

"Then congratulations, Neytiri," she exclaimed sarcastically, "You got to experience the best side of him. I didn't. I lost a brother before him. I can do it again."

"Can you?"

She is met with silence again, staring at the back of Kayla's head. Neytiri took the moment to admire the braids her daughters have woven into their aunt's hair before bringing herself back to the present and gently adding, "I understand."

"Do you?"

"I lost my sister," Neytiri forced out, her tongue tasting bitter from the words. She never said such things out loud, and the shock that sinks into Kayla's face was one of the reasons why. Neytiri despised any pity people send her way after everything she's lost. She didn't want the pity, especially now when she has more family than she ever thought she'd have. "The Sky People murdered her right in front of me. I was only a little older than Neteyam when it happened."

Kayla's mouth opened and closed as she tried to come up with something comforting to say but the only words that come out are her initial thoughts, "Oh, my God. I'm sorry."

Neytiri tightens her lips together and briefly smiles before letting it fall, having heard all those words before. She took point in the hunt, walking ahead while following the tracks so she wouldn't have to look at her sister-in-law, "Can I ask? What happened to Tomsully?"

"He was killed," Kayla explained automatedly, "Some... murderer with a gun shot him down in the streets and left him to die alone. It was cold and raining that day. They said he didn't suffer, but..." Kayla shook her head to refrain from thinking about it, "I wasn't there. Neither was Jake. I was job searching and Jake was out drinking his life away. He never mentioned?"

"He grieves as I do. I don't talk of my sister. My children don't know enough about her. Ma Jake says little about his old life."

Kayla swallowed thickly, eyes hard as she stared at the back of Neytiri's head, "Let me guess. He never mentioned me."

The Na'vi woman paused in her steps, hesitating before finally turning back to meet Kayla's eyes, "I did not know he had a sister until you came here."

That stung. It stung knowing that neither women were ever aware of each other until now but Kayla couldn't wrap her head around another mystery, "So-- how are you so calm about all of this? Why are you so accepting of me? I'm part of the same species that's responsible for your sister's death."

"So is Ma Jake."

"But you're not hostile toward me like you had been when you first met Jake, or so I'm told. Why?"

Neytiri smiles, opening her mouth and taking a breath before whispering, "... You are my husband's sister. He shares your blood... as do my children."

She steps closer to Kayla, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, much to Kayla's surprise as Neytiri proclaims, "You are Makayla te Suli tsmuke te Toruk Makto. You are my family now. Ma tsmuke."

Kayla's ears and tail twitch in attention to the sound of her name, using her newly gained knowledge of the language to finally understand what her sister-in-law said. Slowly, a smile formed on her lips, warm and quivering ever so slightly, nodding to Neytiri when she didn't have any other words to say.

She had always wanted a sister.

~~~~~~~~~

By the time the kids had gotten used to Kayla's human form, they were dying to show her their world through her eyes and not her avatars'. Without her night vision, everything glowed so beautifully at night and Spider suggested taking her to some fields to watch the fan lizards fly. Lo'ak was immediately all for the idea, dragging the rest of his siblings into it so they could all go. His parents were hesitant at first, but then Kayla reassured them that she'll keep a close eye on the children and so Jake and Neytiri relaxed before seeing them all off, wishing them to have fun.

The children didn't waste time once they were deep in the forest, hunting for kenten as eclipse rolled around. Before she could blink, Kayla was completely surrounded by floating lizards, glowing in many shapes and colors, flying above her head with helicopter-like wings. All the kids laughed at her reaction, the human gobsmacked by such wonder. Tuk tugged her along and the kids all began running around in the fields, disrupting more fan lizards and laughing as the animals took to the sky, igniting the world around them with their soft lights.

Kayla stood off to the side, watching the children and laughing with them. After a time, Spider had taken a break from the fun and collapsed on the ground at Kayla's feet, laughing in between catching his breath. Looking up, he noticed the adult's eyes on his and his smile immediately fell, quickly turning his eyes away to watch his friends play in the fields while trying his best to ignore Kayla's stares and shrink in on himself.

Kayla didn't take it to heart, only bluntly stating what she thought, "You prefer me in my avatar form, don't you?"

Spider's shoulders rise and fall but he still couldn't look at her, "... Sorry."

"No sweat. Can I ask why?"

He shrugged, "I don't know."

"I think I do. Can I guess?" Spider shrugs again and Kayla plops down in the spot beside him, resting her arms over her knees when she brought her legs up close to her chest, "Originally I only wanted to hang out with you and the other humans in my own skin so you didn't feel intimidated, but I think you're actually more intimidated by humans compared to Na'vi. You prefer my avatar because it's all you've ever known living here."

They sit in silence apart from the Sully kids laughing when one of the kenten decided to land on Lo'ak's face to rest. Spider huffed a small laugh at the scene but otherwise didn't say anything. Kayla grabs his attention again by elbowing him, "It's not a bad thing."

"It's not?"

"Why would it?"

He spares a glance at her, the reflection from both of their masks making it difficult to find her eyes right away, "You don't think it's bad that I prefer hanging out with a species other than my own?"

She flashed an amused, exasperated expression, "Kid, my brother permanently transferred his soul from one body to another of a completely different species. Do you think I'm one to judge you when you're the one teaching me the Na'vi ways and hanging out with my brother's kids?"

She laughed and Spider's ears heat up in shame, a little embarrassed for assuming the worst out of her. He looked away and mumbled under his breath, "My foster family didn't want me to forget where I came from."

"That's not bad either unless they forced you..." Initially, Kayla brushed off the silence until it began to linger too long, then she spared a glance back at Spider. He was stiff, unable to stare back while stubbornly keeping his eyes on the Sully kids. Kayla's eyebrows furrow, "Did they force you?"

"... What is Earth like?"

"Sure. You strike me as the kind of guy who would like music concerts. I'll start there."

Beating around the topic and finding a new one. Classic. It almost would have been easier if Spider had just said 'yes', but Kayla doesn't scold him. Instead, she hums, staring up at the stars as she thought back to her homeworld, "Nothing you would miss, kiddo."

"Can you tell me things I might've missed?"

A/N: Jocelyn is technically one of the many unnamed scientists we see in the Way of Water. She's the one who Tuk annoys with her toy in her first scene and further gets after the teens when they cut through the Avatar Longhouse. She technically doesn't have a name but I used her actress' real name to fill in the blanks.

Sorry if this felt a little rushed, but the next chapter is gonna be the start of the events that transpire during the Way of Water! Buckle up! We're getting close and I'm so excited to share with ya'll! Thank you so much for the support!

[lil-spider]

So Damn Pretty

Chapter 3

Part 2 : Part 4 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: Ive made Sissy a traditional woman who helps cooks and clean, but I also like to think she’s a modern woman that likes to smoke the zaza in her downtime while listening to groovy music. Im trying to make this a pwp. I’m not sure how many chapters but I want it to be a slight slow burn with some angst mixed in with other things. Johnny also wants the wants the reader to join the family and become one of them but he knows reader won’t be willing, so he has a plot in mind for her. That will all come later on heheh.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

I dream of what might have been if the minivan had never broken down or I hadn't accepted Johnny's offer. In my dream, I would be out in nature with my closest friends, unwinding by a campfire, and toasting marshmallows. They give me a radiant, loving smile. I want to tell them how much I miss them, but when I'm abruptly roused by strong sensations, they disappear from view.

My clit is throbbing, my nipples are aching, and I feel a fullness down below. “Nnnnngh.’’ I groan out, my eyes trying to adjust and widening as I witness Johnny hovering over me, sucking on each of my nipples. I let out a loud gasp, realising his thick, hard cock was inside me, fucking me. “Mornin’.” Is all he says as he sits up, grabbing my legs and pulling them over his shoulders to pound into me. “Wait!’’ I yelled, but he kept going, thrusting even harder at my pleas. How long has he been fucking me?

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your pussy.”He groans, keeping up his relentless pace. “Waking up to your wet cunt grindin’ on me.” He drops my legs and wraps them around his waist, going into the missionary position. “It was a clear invitation for my cocky darlin'.”

Placing his arms on the sides of the pillow, caging my head. He gets closer to my face while holding himself up. He watches my pretty face contort from sleepiness to pleasure.

I moan like a whore as his cock reaches places other men I’ve fucked could never get to. I’m starting to get addicted to the sex we keep having, never wanting to stop. “You’re just so fuckin’ pretty.” He groans, admiring me. Then diving into a heated kiss. My throbbing clit twinges at his compliment. What is this man doing to me? He leans back up away from my face and grips my hips, focusing his thrusts on a hard, steady rhythm, getting closer to cummming. I move my hand down to rub my clit, getting closer to that feeling. But he grabs my hand.

“Have you learned nothin’?” He’s now angrily pounding into me, losing that perfect rhythm. I whimper at the change. “If you want to fuckin’ cum rubbing your clit, you've got to ask permission.” He states. Pinching my nipples harshly. I thrust my hips back into him, groaning. “Have I been fuckin’ ya' too much? You’ve gone stupid now?” He pants out. His cock twitching at my needy moans. I nod my head at his words desperate to cum. He lets out a deep chuckle at my agreement. “Okay, then, baby, this is the last time.” Johnny whispers to me softly. Proceeding to get me off, he rubbed his left thumb on my achy clit, circling it. I throw my head back into the pillow, my hands grasping the bed frame.

He’s adjusted his hips and body lower so he can hit deeper. I squirm around as he goes back to sucking each of my nipples and biting them. He groans as I clench around his cock, each time he bites a nipple. He rubs my clit faster, feeling me tighten up, about to finish. “Johnnnnny.’’ I whine as I cum on his hard cock. Shutting my eyes, as he grips my hips, slamming into me, chasing his own release. He tucks his head into my neck, biting it hard, drawing blood as hot ropes of cum pump into me. I shiver from both sensations. He licks up the blood leaking out of the bite wound. “My favourite girl.” He speaks softly in my ear, making butterflies fill my stomach. He slides his dick out and cleans himself up with a grey t-shirt he grabbed from his old tallboy. He gives me the shirt so I can wipe up his cum. “Get dressed; I’m bringing you down to the kitchen to help Sissy make breakfast.” He tells me, while throwing me my discarded white dress.

Thinking about what Johnny did to me while I was asleep, I'm behaving a little hesitant as I get dressed. In an effort to seem presentable as I wait for Johnny, I run my fingers through my matted hair. He puts on his blue tank top and denim trousers, takes his belt and knife from his desk, wraps it through his jeans, and places the knife behind him. He looks really good and the way he walks so confidently leaves me a little flustered. While slicking his hair back on his way out the door, he grabs his lighter and carton of cigarettes.

“Come on,” I re-arrange my white dress and follow him downstairs. If not for the numerous bone decorations, the house would be magnificent. I bite the inside of my cheek and look around following after Johnny. He stops as he approaches the kitchen and chuckles at my uncomfortable expression as I unintentionally bump into him. As she chops some strawberries, Sissy laughs at my awkwardness. “Aww, sugar!” She laughs once again when she sees my red face. “Oh, Johnny, she's so adorable.” Both of them smile at me as he nods to her. Both of them smile at me as he nods to her. “She will help you out today while I finish up in the yard with Nubbins; Bubba is downstairs if you need him; and the old man is returning today.” I pick up on the slight annoyance in his voice when mentioning this old man.

Now it's just me and Sissy when he leaves with a “see ya.” I twiddled my fingers apprehensively, unsure of what to say or do. Sissy, however, snatches my hands and beams at me, saying, “I knew this dress would look great on your pretty frame.” She speaks adoringly as she examines me from head to toe. When she notices the bite mark on my neck, she hums and pulls me away from the kitchen backup stairs leading to her room. Her room is more colourful, with a bunch of posters and plants; it is far more attractive than Johnny's. She takes out a tin containing crème. She applies it to the bite mark, which gives me some relief. “There, sugar, this will help it heal; you don't want it infected now.” She seems to be really good with medicine and poisons, thinking back to the white powder blown in my face.

She walks over to a vintage white makeup vanity and pulls out a chain inventing me to sit. I look into the vanities mirror as sissy starts brushing my hair removing the tangles, I’ve got dark circles from lack of sleep and dehydration. “As long as you behave pumpkin I’ll keep ya refreshed.’’ She lightly warns me putting my hair in a double Dutch braid tying my hair halfway so it’s in pigtails. It’s really pretty. “It beautiful.’’ I tell her and she smiles brightly at me. How can someone her smiles so lovely be a murderer. “Sissy?’’ I ask her. “Yes pumpkin?” She responds putting some oil in my ends. “Do you eat people?’’ She’s pauses looking me still with a smile. “Times have been rough sugar, it’s just the way we are and if you want to stay alive you must follow our ways.’’ She advises me.

“Johnny likes you, and I do too, but my pa’ is coming back today. And he's the one in charge." She continues. “We’ve never left one of the victims alive, so you're pretty special, but ya’ need to prove yourself. Can ya’ do that for me, sugar?” She steps away, waiting for my reaction. I nod my head, looking at her. She grins warmly, “For now, we get to the chores. Our first job of the day is breakfast. We’re making pancakes, and then we'll tend to the greenhouse. We’ve got plenty of strawberries to pick as they're in season.”

We returned to the kitchen, and thanks to Sissy, I felt much better. In contrast to Johnny, who is quite intense. Her relaxing demeanour eases my anxiety. She asks me to set up the table, wash and cut up the strawberries, and put them in a bowl while she flips the pancakes. This family seems to function normally despite the horrendous things that happened to my friends. Sissy breaks those thoughts ringing a loud bell as she placed the cooked pancakes on the plates, suggesting it was time to eat.

I placed the bowl of strawberries in the centre of the table. I also set down glasses while gets the water jug from the fridge. She motions for me to take a seat at the end, next to her. She departs, claiming that she has to feed Grandpa. How big is this family? The others appear as I sit waiting. First to arrive is Johnny, who is shirtless and carrying his top over his shoulders. The Texas heat has left sweat dripping over his muscles. I squeezed my thighs at the sight of him. He takes a seat at the end, facing me.

After him another man and Bubba arrive sitting down. The new man notices me arose the table. He’s is a lanky man with a scar or birthmark? Running down his face, much larger then Johnny’s. “Whose this?’’ He questions with a slight a speech impediment. “This is Y/N she’s our new house maid’’ Johnny answers him amused. “Maid? We can’t afford a maid.” He argues with Johnny, who just rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry bout’ it Nubbins; she’s just gonna help with chores, less work for us.’’ Nubbin’s perks up at the thought of doing less chores, he looks me up and down squinting. “You like pictures?’’ He asks me giving me a broad smile; a little creeped out I just nod my head. “Enough chatter; let’s dig in before breakfast gets cold.’’ Sissy says walking back in taking a seat next to me. Breakfast was actually really good, I gotta give props to Sissy, she can cook.

I helped Sissy clean up after everyone was finished. As the men went back to their activities. I decided to ask Sissy some questions. “How big is your family?” I ask. She washed the dishes as I dried. “Not too big but perfect, there is Grandpa; he taught us everything there is to know about killin’. Johnny is the youngest and my cousin; his mother', Nancy, is my aunt; and the other boys are my uncles. Pa is currently out of town for a chilli festival, but he should be back tonight.’’ She speaks with such pride and love for her family. It’s honestly really touching, even if they are all crazy. “Okay, yeah, now I understand.” I tell her. She’s smiles. “Do you have any family?” I shake my head. “Not much; I've got no siblings or cousins; my parents are out of state. So it's just been me for a long time.” She hugs me, feeling sympathy for me even though I don't mind having less family. “Don’t worry, sugar, I have a feeling you're going to fit right in with my family.” I feel conflicted at her words. 

In the kitchen, we wrapped things up. “The greenhouse is our next task.” Sissy leads me to the backyard greenhouse. It has tomatoes strawberries, onions, and carrots. She shows me how to care for each plant, grabbing the vegetables and placing them in a basket. She even shows me her special herbs in the back that she is cultivating and drying. She has one I easily recognise, marijuana. She covers her mouth with a finger as I gawk at her in disbelief. It seems nobody has any idea what it is. “I learnt how to grow it when I was in California.” She clarifies for me.

‘’The boys have all their own little enjoyments, but this is mine; I'll let you try some later.” She tells me with a wink. “That sounds amazing.” I told her, grinning. We chat more as we work. After learning about each other, it seems she’s really happy to have a girl her age to talk to. She mentions her beautiful ‘sisters’ from her California family and how much she misses them. She said I reminded her of them. She also talks about her old sweetheart, Charlie, and how she would do anything to see him again. I'm a little gobsmacked to find that she was part of the Manson cult. I recall reading about his arrest after the murder of that actress. I don’t think she took a part of that, but she ran back here after he got arrested. “I felt bad when I came home. Johnny’s mother’ still isn’t happy with me. She thinks I’m ungrateful, but I love this family—probably more than her. I just wanted to get away, to find myself, ya’ know?’’ She rants at me. “I understand, Sissy, you wanted an escape, an adventure.” She has a sweet smile while clipping away at the plants. “Yeah, an adventure.” She agrees. 

“I must admit that I was surprised when Johnny decided to keep you alive; he's never kept anyone alive for this long. And if he does, he keeps them in the basement and never upstairs.” She comes to a halt and looks me in the eyes. “I now understand why,” She grabs my hand and her basket of vegetables and hurries me back to the kitchen before I can answer. “We need to start fixing lunch and dinner right away.”

I'm left in the kitchen while Sissy goes down to the basement to get more 'ingredients,' as she tried to put it kindly, since I now know the source. But as I start to peel the carrots, Johnny wanders in, still shirtless. He stops and examines me, now noticing my new hairstyle. “To my room.” That's all he says to me as he walks away. Geez, he makes me feel anxious. I set the carrot and peeler down and headed to Johnny's room, not sure what to expect.

[anzynai]

As Per Tradition

Azul & Floyd & Jade (Twisted Wonderland)

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZULLLL~~<3 i love him so much so i obviously had to write a fic for him. and well, the twins? they just had to be there ofc LOL are we surprised?? i made him 17 (so picture this being pre-storyline i guess) because i didnt wanna make him 18 im sorry😭 anyway, i hope u guys enjoy and happy birthday azul!!

summary: it’s azul’s birthday and the twins are a menace.

word count: 1.1k

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“Hngg!” Azul whips his head around, simultaneously scrunching at his neck when he feels fingers grazing over his skin. He rubs the area and shoots the culprit, Jade, a glare.

“Happy Birthday, Azul.” The eel smiles, innocent, but the housewarden can see the unsettling twinkle in his eye.

“What are you up to now?” Azul questions, though he knows exactly what.

Back at the Coral Sea, on his birthday.. there was sort of a tradition. It all began in his family, but eventually the twins had found out about it and they were more than happy to continue the tradition as well.

The tradition? Along with a large fluffy cake, were birthday tickles. Honestly, Azul used to love it, but that was then! Now, he scoffed. What a truly childish tradition.

The twins, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care about Azul’s thoughts. The tradition followed him even entering Night Raven College. Of course, that was the twins’ doing.

“Eh? We’re doing it now?” Floyd, who had been lounging on the sofa, whined, but he stood up anyway.

“No, you aren’t. I’m working.” Azul scowled, looking down at the documents on his desk. Revenue listings, stock orders, his “morally correct” contracts. All things that needed to be done, birthday or not.

“We insist.” Jade disagreed, his hand over his heart. “Do you truly intend to go against the wishes of your most loyal friends? I’m hurt.”

“If it will get you to go away, yes!” Azul furrowed his eyebrow, pretending to focus on the papers.

“…” The twins didn’t say anything and Azul hesitantly glanced up at them. They were doing their.. twin telepathy thing, just giving each other a look and somehow understanding. The housewarden did not like that one bit.

Then, Floyd lit up and pounced.

“Happy Birthday, Azul!!” He drawled out his name as he began to tickle his sides. Unprepared, Azul shrieked and clamped his arms down beside him.

“N-no! Flohoyd, stohop!” Azul let out breathy giggles, against his will, and he could feel a blush rising up his neck and to his cheeks.

“Tickle, tickle~!” Floyd cooed, relentless in his attack.

“My, you are truly still the same ticklish octopus.” Jade teased, pulling Azul’s chair back so they had more space and access. Azul tried to pull his legs up to his chest, but one quick squeeze to his knees put an end to that very quickly.

“Dohohon’t sahahahay thahat!” Azul cried, embarrassed.

“How are you going to survive seventeen minutes of this?” Jade continued and Floyd chuckled at this, loudly. Floyd’s hands were still on Azul’s sides, but they slowly began to explore.

“S-seheheheventeehehen?” Azul asked, incredulously through his laughter.

“That’s the age you are turning, isn’t it?” Jade tilted his head, faux confusion on his features, as he teasingly grazed his fingers over his ears and neck, making sure to trace over the three moles. He knew that they were particularly sensitive and if Azul scrunching his neck and leaning from his touch was anything to go by, that hadn’t changed.

“So old~ Gonna have to call you Gramps!” Floyd giggled at the thought and Azul pouted.

“You’re bahaharely ahahahany youngeheheher!”

Floyd paused. Then shrugged.

“Eh. It’s enough.” Minutes later, Floyd and Jade kept teasing him. They would purposely just barely touch his death spots, before moving to a spot less sensitive. It tickled a lot, yes, but it was bearable and Azul could only hope it would be like this for the rest of the time.

Playful mockery poured from both of the twins’ lips, leaving Azul flustered and.. could you get more sensitive from tickling through teasing? Azul would have to look that up later. Then, he shook his head because no way he would look up something so embarrassing!

He wouldn’t know when time was about to run pit. Tickling truly changed his perception of time. It felt like seventeen minutes an hour ago. (It has only been sixteen.) Until Jade announced, loud and clear, “One minute left.”

“Dontcha think our Azul deserves a big finale~?” Floyd voiced, sharp and certain and Azul couldn’t deny the nervousness bumbling in the stomach. Floyd’s hands haven’t left Azul’s ribs and Jade’s hands are on Azul’s shoulder, the tips of his fingers lightly touching the veins in his neck.

“Of course. He deserves nothing but the best.” …Azul felt a little pleased hearing that, but… what was coming?!

He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation as both Jade and Floyd eagerly descended towards but.. there was nothing? He peeked an eye open and his jaw dropped at the very obvious amusement on both the eel’s faces.

“Looks like he was waiting for it, Jade! So cute!” Floyd exclaimed, looking like a puppy.

“Perhaps he doesn’t hate this as much as he says.” Jade suggests, though all three know the answer.

“Shut up.” He murmurs, embarrassed as he looks at the.. very interesting, very cool, floor. What a nice floor.

He doesn’t get much time to admire the wonderful flooring before the twins finally unleash their attack. Jade scribbles at his tummy, with an evil amount of precision that gets him cackling in seconds. Floyd works at the part of his sides that are just above his hips. Floyd had been tickling his sides before, but the spot he was at now were a whole new level and Floyd knew it.

“N-NAHAHAHA NOHOHO!” Azul howled, his hips bucking at the overwhelming sensation.

“So ticklish.” Jade tutted, as if he was surprised.

“JAHAHAHDE, FLOHOHOYD!!” He continued to laugh and laugh, so hard that he couldn’t register Jade counting down the seconds.

Once Jade got the last second, the twins stopped, giving Azul a giant hug and a chance to breathe. Or he would, if he wasn’t being squeezed so tightly.

“Happy birthday, Azul!” They shout at the same time, though Floyd’s enthusiasm is heard more clearly. Jade still looks very pleased, however.

“T-thanks..” Azul stammered, too exhausted to say anything else. Jade left for a moment, and the housewarden doesn’t even notice until he’s back, too busy, staring at the ceiling.

“Azul~” Floyd slurred, a sloppy grin on his face. Azul looked up and saw Jade holding a cake. A large one with lots of blue icing and it looks so unhealthy yet held so much love into it that Azul didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Getting teary-eyed, Azul?” Jade chuckled before Azul shook his head after sending him a half-assed glare. He took the cake, setting it on his desk after moving the papers away.

He couldn’t help the smile on his face before he looked back at the twins, who both had such fond smiles, he almost couldn’t believe it was the twins who were wearing them. He let out a small laugh.

“Shall we eat then?”

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

i could be wrong about this (i've been following this blog so long i wouldn't be surprised if im confused lol) but you changed/shifted denominations, right? im catholic, born catholic, but i struggle with what much of the church preaches/supports, and the catholic communities i grew up in are not a great place for queer people. so im looking at other affirming churches where i live, which are mostly united. they all seem great, but i find that im struggling with all the ways they aren't catholic. i find it uncomfortable that there isn't a priest (and find it uncomfortable that i find it uncomfortable), i miss the hymns from my old church, and receiving the eurcharist every sunday, and all the other little rituals i can recite on rote (which i like!). and then i suppose i feel strange for taking space in this church that isn't my own, just because it's more 'convenient', since i dont have much intention to abandon the parts of catholicism i want to keep (like mary and the saints). im not sure whether i should just suck it up and shift denominations entirely, or retain my (kind of shaky, ill admit i reject a fair amount of catholic teachings) catholic beliefs. and even then, im also not sure how to make myself more comfortable with attending a church without the rituals and mass im used to - even though i really really want to attend church again. sorry for blabbing on, but... any advice?

Hey there anon, so sorry for the very long delay; I hope you're doing all right. I was indeed born and raised Catholic, and still deeply love so much about Catholic tradition; I know how hard this decision is — whether to stay or go, whether to keep one foot in and one foot out, etc...

(Oh, one thing I want to mention right away is that you don't need to worry about "taking space" in a church you're not part of yet. Churches are meant to make room for visitors! There is plenty of room for you, and if a church makes you feel otherwise somehow, that's on them. Just bringing that up here because the rest of this long response goes in a different direction lol.)

Ultimately, you're the only one who can decide the right path for you. The good news is that you have as long as you need to figure it out! You might lean in one direction for a while and later realize you need to shift a bit; you don't have to do it all at once.

I can share a bit about my own journey to help you imagine a bit better what it even looks like to walk this path; your path may end up looking similar, or very different from mine. Putting the rest under a readmore because it's so long lol.

I was super devout Catholic all my life, into college. Then going into sophomore year of college I started figuring out I was queer — plus I was encountering more and more kinds of people than I'd ever met before, and questions about where they "fit" into Catholic doctrine and the like.

Sophomore year I started crushing on my then-roommate, now-wife, and exploring my gender a bit more, and I started getting extremely anxious each Sunday at Mass. I couldn't stop wondering what people in the pews with me would think, what they'd do if they knew. That spring semester and then into the fall, I started going to Mass less and less frequently and eventually not at all.

Meanwhile my roomie was going through similar issues with feeling way too alienated from her conservative church to keep attending. So together, we found an LGBT-affirming church near campus and walked there one Sunday. The relief we felt walking in there, seeing other queer people and couples; the warmth and welcome, the chance to hold hands in public for the first time; getting to share communion, which was a big warm loaf of bread, with folks who knew what we were and loved us in, not despite it...was like nothing I'd ever experienced.

We kept going there the rest of the school year. That summer, back in my hometown, I kept going to my childhood church for Catholic Mass. I really loved the affirming church we'd found, but like you I missed so many things that Catholic church has and they just don't: there's a higher sense of reverence at Mass; the singing resonates through my psyche; I weirdly feel Christ more strongly in the little wafer host than in that warm loaf, though the latter made me feel more spiritually connected to the humans around me...

I wanted both. I wanted to keep my relationship with my Saints. I wanted Mary and the rosary. I wanted the high reverence. And I wanted the warmth and connection I found at our new church. I wanted the laughter as children dunked their big chunk of loaf into the chalice, getting crumbs everywhere, even if it made my Catholic sensibilities cringe a little (I write about the "culture shock," getting more accustomed to those eucharistic differences here). I wanted to be surrounded with this much more diverse group of people.

So for years, even as I graduated undergrad and started my studies at a Presbyterian seminary, I've tightrope walked between Catholicism and Protestantism. I took every chance I got in my classes to write my papers (or a whole website) about queer-resonant Saints, or to bring up a book of the Bible that Catholics have but Protestants don't, or to teach classmates what it means that Catholics venerate but don't worship Mary. I went to a Presbyterian church most Sundays, but to Catholic Mass on holy days like Good Friday.

Keeping one foot in the Catholic Church — going to Mass a few times a year, cultivating my relationships with Saints privately, writing lots of poems about everything I was feeling (like this one and this one) — while spending most of my time and building up community within the PC(USA) was what worked for me for many years. Sometimes it would get frustrating; often when visiting a Catholic church I'd feel that anxiety wonder what would happen if someone there called me out for being queer. Often I'd feel alienated, lonely, wishing I could bring my whole self into one place if that makes sense; but I made it work.

Then things took a painful turn late last May — content warning for religious trauma & transphobia from a Catholic priest. I was visiting home, and that meant dropping by my childhood church for Mass. When the priest I've known almost my whole life, who gave me my first communion and Confirmed me, got halfway through his homily, it suddenly turned into transphobic condemnation. I felt like the floor had dropped out from under me. I decided to speak up; I interrupted Mass to assert that queer people are beloved by God; I was escorted out of my childhood church. It was really, really painful; it still really hurts.

I haven't visited a Catholic church since then. And it breaks my heart I'll never feel safe about going back to my childhood church again :'(

I bring up this traumatic moment not to scare you away from keeping some part of you in the Catholic Church — so many of us do remain partially or all the way in it despite its failures. Hopefully you'll never encounter something this overtly queerphobic. But I bring it up to say that if you stay in the Catholic Church, you probably will encounter things over the years — hopefully small, maybe big — that bring you pain. Little ways comments chip at your sense of worth and dignity; new documents from the Vatican that speak against queerness.

But honestly, you'll probably encounter a little hurt wherever you go. No church, no community at all, is perfect. People say and do thoughtless things. You'll probably experience less of that in an LGBT affirming church, but wherever you go, you'll need to gradually amass spiritual shields — connection to the divine, to other people, places you go for refuge.

I haven't returned to a Catholic church since that incident — but I have made relationships I wouldn't have made otherwise. Various people who attended my childhood church's grade school reached out to me to thank me for my courage; one of them even wrote an article about what I did and what she and her friends experienced as students there. Someone from my home state's branch of Dignity USA reached out to me.

I've sort of "officially" let myself sever that last thread connecting me to anything Roman Catholic, to the institution; but I hold on to the elements of Catholic tradition that bring me spiritual nourishment. They can pry Mary and the Saints from my cold dead hands (no actually! not even then!)

...So that's my personal journey up to the present day. (I also sum up my sort of situationship identifying as an agnostic Catholic Presbyterian in this post.) But others have different paths.

I know so many queer Catholics, ex-Catholics, not-sure-where-they-fit type folks...there are:

queer Catholics who stick with the Catholic Church completely;

or who occupy a sort of liminal in-between, sticking to the Catholic edges but still interacting with Catholic institutions.

I know others who completely left all things Catholic behind, not just the institutions but all Saints, songs, etc.

If you're interested in listening to / reading about a few other people's experiences, I've interviewed a few queer Catholics on my podcast:

there's Emma Cieslik, who archives all sorts of queer Catholic experiences in her own oral history project;

There's K Kriesel, whose life has taken them all around the Catholic center and many different peripheries;

There's Amy Neville, who studies art history and incorporates Catholicism into their queer art; and others too.

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Sorry if all that was way more than you were looking for! But I hope exploring some of the journeys of others who've been in a similar place to you might help a bit.

A few other things I'll tack on:

If there are any Episcopal churches near you (that mention being LGBT friendly on their website), their vibe will be much closer to what you love from Catholicism than a UCC church is. Lutherans are also closer in vibe and often LGBT affirming.

It's possible there might be a (non-Roman) Catholic community near you that is LGBT-affirming — check out this post for more about liberal Catholics, Independent Catholics, and more.

The previously linked post also brings up organizations that aim to make the Catholic Church more LGBT-inclusive, like DignityUSA. You might find that one of those orgs has a branch near you where you can find support and commiseration.

Finally, you may also like looking through my #queer and Catholic tag, and also maybe my #lgbta patron saints tag.

Sending you love and wishing you peace, joy, and a sense of belonging. I know how hard this in-between time is, when you just don't know what to do or where to go — but God is with you on this journey. They will be with you wherever you go; in fact, the liminal spaces, the in-between not-quite-this-or-that people, are the places and people through which God most often acts <3

[pumpkinsy0]

as always when you post a headcanon i can never stop thinking about it and need all the tiny details

for your most recent post about if papercut got married and pony used pieces from his moms dress on his suit, i need to know what pieces and how he incorporated them in

and also maybe some hcs about how pony gets through the planning process and the wedding itself with the constant reminders about the lose of his parents (since theres so many traditions and planning things that could have included them)

u r in SUCH luck bc i was actually thinking about this a lil more!!!

•so mrs curtis’ wedding dress was mainly made out of silk and it rlly wasnt that intricate bc they didnt have a lot of money, but it was pretty long so pony took 3 medium sized patches from it!!

•darrys the one who sewed it up, which is pretty ironic bc shes the one who taught him how to sue in the first place, the patches were on the jacket pony wore and it was on the pocket, shoulder, and just on the stomach area, so it was basically front and center

•the pieces did smell like her perfume still bc it was in this box never opened for years and on the wedding day the smell sorta went away, it was faint but pony did smell it pretty clear and that was nice

•on the wedding dress was also these long see through sleeves (i forgot the material that is LMAOOO) BUT they used oneeee small patch from that too and instead of that hanker chief thats usually in the suit, thats where it was

•pics of mr and mrs curtis were so important btw, to everyone it kinda felt wrong not including them SOMEHOW

•when the crash happened, they couldnt find mr curtis ring, but they did find mrs curtis’ and they always kept it, and JUST A THOUGHT HERE, what if that was the ring pony has☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽he would look at it a lot bc its a bittersweet thing to him

•mr and mrs curtis had a habit of talking about their wedding to the gang and ik the gang would bring up what they did at theirs so pony could get some ideas, none of em have been to a wedding before so theyre SOOOO relying on those stories

•one of the ideas they got from them was keeping the first sliced cake and just never eating it, its just always chillin in the freezer

•soda brought up the idea of recreating some pics from their parents wedding, pony was down and so was curly!! they took 2 pics of each photo, one for the scrapbook another for pony and curly to keep

•in weddings im sure theres the family daughter dance, idk ive never been to a wedding, BUT i think it would b sweet if darry, soda, and pony all just danced together, yes they have pics of their parents w them, theyre tucked in their top jacket pocket

•those pictures got front seat view of the wedding one of the gang was in charge of making sure they aint fall over

•there were “just married” balloons and yknow thag thing where when someone dies, ppl release balloons, thats kinda the same idea here??? its like sending a message off to em that pony got married

[faefum]

haha jumpscare, a nerve exploded and then i had the idea to like revamp my twst OCs in a major and minor way, if there are typos I'm not sorry

I WANT ENGAGEMENT PLEASE SHARE TO ME YOUR OCS AND HOW THEY MIGHT INTERACT WITH MINE IM BEGGING

CHANGES:

- Carmin's a girl now (for nearly two years, i kept on switching between the character being a boy, girl, or straight up just being non-binary or genderfluid. after thinking about how i would want her character + story to develop as similarly as i can to Eilonwy's arc, i left her as a girl)

- Thora's still the same (i really should give him more attention bruh)

- their looks idk man

Thora Griffith (left) 🛡️

Erinne Pelagic (right) 🌘

Erinne Pelagic

Clothed in white, continuously shining, and the glowing pride of the Moonbrine, Erinne has no shortage of power that she uses well to her people's needs. Mostly the judge, but often the executioner.

BIRTHDAY: March 3rd (Pisces)

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 179 cm (5'10" ft)

DOMINANT HAND: Left

HOMELAND: Moonbrine

SCHOOL: (was homeschooled, still)

HOBBIES: Signing documents

PET PEEVES: Mistreatment

FAVORITE FOOD: Aberffraw biscuits

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Escargot

TALENT: Bargaining

BASED ON: Eilonwy (The Black Cauldron, Chronicles of Prydain)

PERSONALITY

She is a level-headed, graceful, and stern individual who will not spend a single moment second-guessing her every move. As the Princess of the Moonbrine, Erinne is responsible for a shockingly vast majority of the kingdom's local and overseas politics, showing herself off as a worthy member of any court. Despite her rather daunting titles and positions—however vague those could often be, Erinne never lets the status get through her head, remaining humble yet mindful of what her mere presence could offer.

Knowledgeable of both traditions and laws, she is quick to correct those who break them but provide second chances when necessary. Erinne is open-minded to change and latter perspectives, acknowledging faults and differences in her or others' decisions and/or plans. Having been taught personally by the enigmatic Moonbrine Queen herself, Erinne is well-educated in nearly all matters of life. With this knowledge, she spoils her friends. "Not my money," she says. Technically.

But despite her amiable yet regal, external persona, Erinne is no doormat. Her hair looks like fire for a reason and controlled inside her head is an anger that very rarely explodes. While her patience often puts her as a saint, one might see a tiny slip in her expression—a twitch of the eye or a falter of her smile, and could only hope that the room has enough escape routes. Stay enough for longer, and one might even hear her curse. And also yell. Make sure to get a lobotomy right after for privacy's sake. Another part of her is that no matter how she is kept in the palace with duties and such, she makes time to roam around in the wilderness nearby. Often barefoot. It's a habit and a way of relaxation she still hasn't lost and wouldn't dream of losing it. Because who cares.

To whoever read the last post about these two with my Yuu in it, I mentioned something about the aunt—the name I haven't decided yet—not being an actual family member. Erinne is mighty suspicious of this but despite her own status, cannot do much about it because the queen is currently untouchable. Think of that as you will.

UNIQUE MAGIC - 'Luster Revelation'

Luster Revelation summons a glowing, golden bauble that Erinne could either hold or set flying in the air—she can control its direction. Whatever the light of the bauble touches reveals what she yearns to know; magical traces and their owners (who - the true name, what - the spell casted, when - the date).

It takes a bit of mana, but it's nothing Erinne can't handle.

TLDR: Erinne makes a floating scanner and fact checks you live. May or may not cause mental damage.

Thora Griffith

The stalwart vice-president of Royal Sword Academy's Fencing Club and a diligent second-year of the school. He co-leads his club and his class with a mild demeanor, a deadpanned expression, and a mysterious past. Mostly the executioner, but often the jury.

BIRTHDAY: October 27th (Scorpio)

AGE: 17

HEIGHT: 189 cm (6'2" ft)

DOMINANT HAND: Right

HOMELAND: Moonbrine

SCHOOL: Royal Sword Academy (Sophomore)

HOBBIES: Fencing

PET PEEVES: Laziness

FAVORITE FOOD: Pot roast

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Charred food

TALENT: Blastcycling

BASED ON: Taran (The Black Cauldron, Chronicles of Prydain)

PERSONALITY

Thora is as stoic as he looks, a well-put young man with a glare that could either send comfort or send folks running. To both teachers and peers alike, he is a responsible and reliable student who puts studies first and indulgences later. Saying that, he crams because he's often too busy playing with his cat. In the classroom, he'd be the type to let you sleep but wake you up when anything happens because, well, you're still in class. In the sparring field, he'd beat you ruthlessly and help patch up your wounds afterwards.

I would like to add that a lot of his personality, with a few add-ons and changes, he got from Erinne from basically sticking with her during their childhood. Their relationship is that they're both close childhood friends with sometimes way too much time on their hands that they end up making calls late at night just to trash other people. Thora's personality definitely helped simmer Erinne, but in turn she ignited a few un-gentlemanly parts of himself. For one, he is actually petty. Overall, Thora is a good person who would hold himself to his promises (he'd die if he won't /j), and respects and honors even his opponents. But by the Seven, you do something that even inconveniences him in the slightest, he'll do something about it. Hate is one thing but annoyance is another, and Thora's usually so easy-going that it's hard to get him to actually hate people. He can be mean, but make sure that it never happens. Thora feels low-key ashamed of it but he still acts like a hater.

He could be quite grateful to whoever helps him out and vows to be with them in their trying time, like Silver except if Silver had a mean bone in his body. Thora is fiercely loyal. He'd be an aggressive supporter and would definitely kill for his loved ones. Great! This goes the same for animals. Since he was a stable boy in the past, he would rather die than harm an animal, especially if they're fuzzy.

Thora doesn't talk much about his past, not that there's anything worth talking about, but because he just doesn't know the extent of his lore (and I'm still figuring it out). All he knows is that he was found as a baby, adopted, and goes to RSA. No information about his birth parents or anything. His adoptive father deflects his queries and Thora has learned to let it go, but of course, he still thinks about it.

UNIQUE MAGIC - 'Bladed Ambition'

Emitting bright energy from his person, Thora summons a massive white sword that he could control with a wave of his arm. The sword stays at a constant size of a two story building and destroys the space around it to make room for itself (when summoned). It lasts for roughly a minute before it dissipates, leaving only rubble. Rather simple.

Takes a HUGE amount of mana, so he's wary about using it because of the blot.

TLDR: Thora makes a giant blade Raiden Shogun style, and deletes your world.

TRIVIA

A few of Thora's close friends assume he has, like, a long-distance girlfriend or something. Thora only rolls his eyes but he thinks it's rather funny.

They're both very strong mages, like, very. In their lore, Thora mostly got his tutoring from Erinne herself who was getting tutored by the queen all the while (sharing the hack, basically). They learned both swordsmanship and magical techniques. Thora excelled more with swordsmanship and hand-to-hand, while Erinne excelled with magic. Ironically, Thora's UM is more destructive than hers.

Mentioned in the previous post some time before but I wanted to expand on this, Thora secretly keeps a small kitten within his dorm room, of which he shares the secret with his roommate. How he got the thing into his dorm was the most frazzled he got; Thora was nearly caught by his own housewarden when he snuck it in. Luckily, he's a swift runner. (I placed him in the hypothetical Alice dormitory until there's confirmation of the dorms in RSA.) More about the above, his housewarden eventually found out but didn't care enough to do anything about it just as long as the kitten was fine (and just as long as he could pet it when he wants). Erinne knows about this.

Despite not seeming like it, both use chronically online terms whenever they're chatting or alone together.

Erinne, when she was four, tried eating a snail and probably would have died if she hadn't slipped on the mud instead. She never shares this vivid memory to anyone.

Erinne is NOT a crowned princess.

I got tired of RSA's uniforms and decided to branch out entirely, barely keeping a few motifs but Thora's attire looks entirely new and might resemble RSA if you look hard enough.

Regarding Erinne's character history, she had many names starting with the oldest that I could remember; Elowyn, Elvira, Eiran, Eryl, Elias, Elissa, Adhika, Enlli, and Carmin. Each rendition alternated between boy and girl, the blue eyes staying consistent (with the exception of Carmin) while the hair ranged from being a light orange, blonde, black, white, pink, red, and red-golden. Her earliest concept was a Royal Sword Academy second-year with long, light orange hair.

About their hobbies; Thora is based on Taran, whose name might be based on the Celtic God of Thunder, Taranis, who was associated with the wheel. I decided to make the genius decision to have Thora be an absolute demon in doing crazy stunts with his blastcycle. He's a biker, basically. For Erinne, signing important things gives her a sense of power-tripping and it makes her feel happy and terrible at the same time.

A bit more of Thora's lore, Hen Wen from the movie and the books was supposed to be his adopted sister in her TWST form. That, or she is an orphan Yuu and the rest will meet during the Halloween event I'm still writing. This, or she becomes both Thora and Erinne's unofficial little sister who kicks off the events.

Erinne knows how to use a bow. She sucks at it, actually.

If in-game, Thora commonly uses fire attacks while Erinne does water ones. Both are heavy damage dealers.

In the original stories of both my sources (lol, click off if you haven't watched The Black Cauldron or read the Chronicles of Prydain and don't want spoilers), Taran and Eilonwy get together and even marry in the pentalogy.

[quirinah]

how do you get your colors to look so nice and your lineart so red and vibrant? i love it

omg anon thank you!! 😭 im going 2 be honest I am Not Great with color theory... but i like having my sketch pages look cohesive to me...

BUCKLE UP this is going to need a readmore bc i like talking.

I always sketch in neon colors it's a habit i picked up from an old teacher but I'll think of a color usually on a whim and draw with that. and then if i want to draw something else ill pick another color that i think goes well with the page. usually most of my color schemes r analogous (colors right next to each other on the wheel)

yanked this from recent dunmesh post; i kept most of my colors within the pink/red/orange range.

i wouldn't recommend doing everything in monochrome or analogous palettes though because it's sort of a guilty crutch of mine XD.

sometimes when im coloring ill change the layer mode of the sketch. color burn gets you either very very bright or very very deep colors depending on the color of the flats underneath. multiply and linear burn do the same thing but they're a lot tamer and generally always return darker colors. im sure there's some technical bits behind this though. ill either color my lineart afterward to compliment the color of the flats, leave it as is, or mess with layer modes if i feel like it. my favorite trick is color burn + linear burn + some combination of two lineart layers and just fiddling until i get a nice burn effect.

mithrun was done with crimson red on color burn.

coloring... like 999% of this is relative color which is like. kind of the idea that colors look different when placed next to each other. if you eyeball it a bit it's pretty noticeable.

what i used to do a bit ago was i would fill in the area i wanted to color with one big mask of color, make a new layer that has a clipping mask down to the flat layer of color, and then draw my actual flat colors. the color of the mask helped me pick my flat colors bc if I picked a color i think stood out too much next to the mask i could kind of just adjust it until it looked a little more cohesive.

old ish drawing next 2 a canon reference. i ignore local color a lot...mea culpa....but my overall color palette here was a light pink, so the shirt here is actually a desaturated pink? or violet i believe. if you shift sort of that purple color far enough into the gray area of your color wheel it can take on a blueish or even greenish hue. it being next to a lot of warm pinks/fuschias helps.

a neat thing that kind of helps is that if you desaturate or saturate certain colors they can kind of take on a certain hue? not sure if this makes sense. sort of how orange here turns tealish blue the grayer it gets. so if im drawing something that's predominantly orange and i have a blue color i can just take an orange color and desaturate it until i get a color that sort of looks like blue. and that way it kind of looks more harmonious? at least to me XD

shading. i don't apply serious lighting to a lot of my drawings, but a helpful bit is that the shadows tend to be the opposite of whatever color the lighting is? i try to think first about the "mood" or the main color i want to go for in the drawing and then i pick a shadow color opposite of that. so for here, i wanted the lighting to be a coolish magenta so the shadows r lime green. if there's anything off i fiddle around until i get something i like. the shadows on the skin here were too green initially so i shifted them a little more orange.

there's a "band" of color going on between the transition of the shadows to the light. generally this could be for a lot of reasons and i tend to use it differently (core shadow? overexposure? etc etc). but this is a color post so ill try not to go too off track.

but generally digital doesn't "mix" colors the same way traditional colors do if you use RGB (cmyk is a bit better with this but is kind of a pain to get used to), so to make blending a little less muddy, i sometimes add an intermediate color to smooth things out a little. for example, mixing digitally blue n yellow tends to get you gray, but generally, blue + yellow makes green, so if im making a blue->yellow transition ill slap some green color in the middle so it flows a little better.

I do a lot more cel shading nowadays. if you've been on here for a while earlier this year i have another style of coloring but it's not really accurate to how shadows really work so i wouldn't recommend looking at it. it's mostly to add zest and texture to the underlying flat colors.

coloring your lineart does a TON to helping your colors look vibrant, though its like the garnish on a dish to me (same with shadows). i think it's good to try and play with your flat colors and try to make sure those look in order first before adding flourishes. usually ill leave it a dark, saturated color that again matches my overall palette but sometimes i go in and color them by alpha locking my lineart layer and picking a color that matches the flat colors underneath? not sure how to explain it properly.

i used a darkish purple for shuro's ponytail to match the dull red of the flat colors (more relative color! trying to simulate a black/brown while keeping the pink palette there) but a lighter crimson for laios's blond. the light was this super intense like blush pink so i thought it might be cool to add this neon salmon red in the areas of that light to really give off that vibe of a very bright intense rim light.

sometimes you could also tweak with gradient maps or color balance, which adjusts hue based on how light or dark a color is. these r fun to mess with as a final touch but i need to watch using them because they can become crutches real fast XD but those are also just tools to help you. in the end just developing a good sense of how color works and how you want to use it is the best place to start.

LONGASS ramble but yeah. tldr just kind of train ur eye for color and look at what you like best. which is unhelpful and a little sucky but it really is just observation and practice and maybe some personal zest.

happy drawing!

[ritualcaster]

I've gotten myself worked up.

Im thinking

Goddamit what the fuck does literally any of this mean?

Would it not glow because he's a faux object?

No, otherwise cattail and his wife couldn't have had mushroom.

He has the eyes that citrus mentioned kinda?

Cattails wife is never mentioned by name, almost deliberately.

So was pilobus' dad.

Seriously what does this mean?

Is pilobus related to catails wife?

Is mushroom a faux object?

Yes mushroom is a faux object

How is mushroom a faux object?

Did cattail lie about using the traditional method so that he could bring up not knowing the gender?

Did they actually have a child similar to the way pilobus did?

Mushroom spores are kept in the head, so when mushroom dies, the spore comes out of her head, with all her memories.

But cattails also keep seeds in the head in a very similar way to both pilobus and mushroom.

But unlike mushrooms, cattails still have to be pollinated, its seeds, not spores.

Its theory times guys.

So if cattails wife is a faux object, and a decendant of pilobus, or his father. Then, since his wife was a faux object, the spawning stone didn't work.

But rather then stop there, or go mad like pilobus, they already had some kind of secondary method.

One that works similar to mushrooms, they probably got the idea from pilobus' story too. but rather than a clone, its a child? And I think that mushrooms wife, somehow would have known about that, and somehow would have been involved.

But that all is reliant on mushrooms wife being a faux object AND cattail lying to turtleshell about mushrooms birth.

Defenitely possible.

But thats reliant on the theory "faux objects can't use spawning stones"

But thats not neccesarrily true either, we don't even know for sure pilobus is a faux object.

Nonetheless, this theory is the best i've got for why mushroom is like that.

I need mushrooms wifes name and past for this theory to be solidified, edited, or scrapped.

Damn why are all my theories open ended.

[tinyidle]

༻༻༻last day 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺༺

Only Mine, My Darling - JWY

one day i just thought, mommy wooyoung sounds nice. he can cook, he said that whomever becomes his partner will practically do nothing; that's traditional mommy material, right? plus, the way he'd fu- anyway, enjoy my first ever wooyoung fic!

wc: 2.4k

WARNING: smut, implied fluff, kind of kinky ngl (semi tw: slight cnc mentions it's just hair pulling dw consent is key!!), fwb with a twist, teasing, bdsm, light biting (not much), toy usage, fellatio, overstimulation, doggystyle, begging, praise, protected sex (we love it), mommy!wooyoung, soulmate!wooyoung, kind of meandom!wooyoung it was hard ngel, fem reader, subby reader (she gets nicknamed 'darling' and 'precious' almost simultaneously), aftercare implication, fiction

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of all the partners you've ever had, none of them could compare to wooyoung. wooyoung is your best friend, your first friend, your first kiss, your first love, and your first time. you loved him and he loved you. you shared the same apartment, and frequently stayed in the same bed. you both even considered marrying one day, planning out your finances together and wedding rings. you were that down bad for each other.

what kept you two from actually calling yourselves an item, however, was your needs to date. you both loved dating other people: seeing new people and experiencing how others would be like for you two gave you a thrill. everybody knew that you were soulmates, even your partners and yourselves, but you couldn't give up the fun of dating just yet-- thus the weird yet sensical relationship you had going on with your best friend.

one thing was understood between you two: no sexual partners. 'romantic' partners, sure, but no shagging other people. not only was this for overall health reasons, but you guys knew that from the time you wrapped your arms around each other in more than a friendly way, you both knew that you had to have each other and only each other. sure, you had sex with other guys after and he with other girls, but it never felt as good as with each other. plus, wooyoung helped you understand your likes and dislikes, as well as kinks.

stepping into the apartment, you plopped yourself down on the couch, waiting patiently before you saw wooyoung come out the hallway. as he headed to the kitchen, you got up and kissed his cheek. "hello beautiful," you greeted as he hugged you before entering into the kitchen. his face turned bright red from your flirty greeting.

"hello to you too, my other half," he half-joked. after washing his hands and putting on plastic gloves and tying his apron, he started taking out ingredients for dinner. "how was your lunch date?"

thinking back to your previous event, you smiled. "it was amazing. he took me to this wonderful cafe place and he willingly paid for everything. he's funny and can listen very well."

wooyoung smiled as well while listening to you share your date details. he loved hearing about your dates because every time he'd ask it would be the same people you would get with. people who were similar, but not the same, as him. "did he ask to kiss?"

you shook your head, walking up to your friend before whispering in his ear teasingly, "he asked if im a virgin." the small groan that came out wooyoung's mouth signaled both jealousy and arousal. you loved riling him up, especially when you know how possessive he is of you when it came to your body and heart. after you got water form the fridge and went back to the couch, you began asking him questions. "how was your breakfast date, woo?"

the man, now seasoning the meat he was thoroughly preparing, sighed a happy sigh before he spoke. "she was beautiful. bright eyes, pretty lips, and she made me laugh a couple times."

as much as wooyoung liked hearing about the attributes of your dates, you also liked hearing about his. they always sounded like you, although you always got the better compliments. "did she kiss you? call you a nickname?" you further inquired as you opened your water bottle to drink.

chuckling lightly, wooyoung put the meat in a plastic bag and let it embrace the seasonings put onto it before turning to you with a small smirk. "she kissed my cheek and asked if she could call me daddy."

you almost choked on the water you were drinking, making sure to finish off what you had in your mouth before looking at wooyoung in shock. that's never happened before; the woman's freakier than you expected. "…and what did you say?"

his grin grew wider, "i said sure, but not to get too handsy, since i got someone at home." you let out a breath of relief. of course wooyoung wouldn't break the promise you two vowed to keep-- he was yours after all. "and what did you say to 'mr. virgin man'?" he sarcastically asked as he opened the bag to fully finish seasoning the meat he prepped.

putting your water bottle down as wooyoung discarded the soiled gloves and rewashed his hands, you went up to him and smirked yourself. "i told him that my best friend and current roommate took care of that for me, and that he was real good at dicking me down."

"you dirty girl," wooyoung playfully growled, pulling you towards him and smashing his lips onto yours. after a couple seconds of the passionate peck on the lips, he detached from you and whispered in your ear, "you know why i let that girl call me 'daddy', darling?" you nodded. "why?"

you smiled and looked at wooyoung straight in the eye. "because you're my mommy, and only i get to call you that," you giggled before gasping at the sudden grasp of your ass from your friend.

"that's right, precious," he said. "only you can call me mommy, and only i can touch you like this." wooyoung groped you all around, your body getting warm from his slightly calloused hands as he kissed your face and neck. when he lightly bit the space between your neck and collarbone, you let out an unexpected moan and threw your head back. "mmh, does my darling like mommy biting her?"

you nodded, already becoming too far gone to stand up properly. wooyoung noticed this and quickly lifted you up, carrying you to his room before laying you down with a kiss to the bite mark he left on you. "ill be back, okay darling? ill just put the rest of the food in the slow cooker."

"okay, mommy," you agreed. it probably took about thirty minutes, but it felt like hours to you. after five minutes of waiting, you decided to treat your lover and stripped bare for him, neatly folding up the clothes like he taught you. by minute ten you had on the fluffy 'mommy's precious darling' collar on your neck he bought as a present for you being a good girl for him, leaving the matching socks and toys you next to you on the bed. by minute fifteen you made sure to wipe up all the makeup you had on your face prior and sported a cherry lipgloss, knowing he liked you this way and that things might get messy if you had too much makeup on. twenty minutes have gone by and you were now on your hands and knees, patiently wiggling your ass to the door for your mommy to see.

by the time thirty minutes have come and gone, wooyoung went back to the room to see you. your face was turned to see him, but your head was resting on the pillow to the headboard. your knees propped your bottom up so that he could see how much his kisses and touches affected your cunt. just one bite and he had you wrapped his finger; all because you wanted to get wrapped around his cock.

smirking, the man slowly took off every garment of clothing he had on, cooing towards you as he did so. "my sweet, sweet darling," he doted, earning a mewl from you. "making sure to prepare herself for me. and to have this beautiful ass on display for me, even though you and i both know you want nothing more than for me to fuck your mouth. isn't that right, precious?"

you only mewled louder. "i want to suck your cock, mommy. can i please suck your cock?" the man chuckled at your begging and got on the bed, crawling to where you left a vibrator next to your side. one of his favorites. he took the pink-and-white toy and teasingly rubbed it around your slit, causing you to whimper before moaning at the feeling of it going in your needy center. wooyoung let you adjust to vibrator before grabbing the remote and turning it to level 3. you gasped before whining out. "ahh, fuck mommy. pleaseee," you pleaded as your lover kneaded your hip through the instant pleasure.

he knew how to play with you, and even though you acted extra good today, he wanted you to get the maximum amount of pleasure he could give. helping you lay forward on your stomach, wooyoung moved to your face and held his erect length to your awaiting lips. "you can suck now."

quietly cheering, you took him in your hands and sunk him into your mouth, humming around it from how it felt. the man moaned deeply, watching how enticed you were in taking him. you bobbed your head in a moderate pace, loving how the toy buzzed inside of you. coming up for air, you stroked him as his hand reached down to hold your cheek before tapping it.

"did mommy tell you to stop?" he asked, and your eyes widened as you realized that you might have disobeyed somehow. but it was just your mommy playing with you as he turned the level up on the vibrator from 3 to 4. your eyes fell to the back of your head as you felt yourself cumming on the spot, untouched. wooyoung tsked at the sight. "my precious darling didn't even ask for permission," he sighed as you were coming down from your high.

it took you a while before you found yourself nearly shrieking from the level being turned from 4 to 6. "mommy~" you whined, overstimulation stimulating your every nerves.

"can you make me cum, darling?" wooyoung asked you rather softly, a huge contrast to what he was putting you through. when he saw how you didn't answer and were whining from the slight pain of the vibrator inside, he reminded you, "all you have to do is say one word and it'll all be over." you both knew that with kinks comes proper consent, and even in some situations like this, you had to be safe enough to remember the safe word, which was 'peaches'.

but you wanted this-- you wanted to be ruined before he could even physically ruin you. "i can make you cum, mommy."

wooyoung smiled, knowing that he not only had the best lover in the world, but the best sub in the world. holding you securely by the hair to make sure your head didn't fall backwards, he slowly thrusted in and out your mouth, making sure that it was at a pace you looked comfortable with. overtime he moved faster, with you humming around him again. when you did a particularly harsh suck, wooyoung cursed before letting go into your mouth. you greedily took all you could while clenching onto the now dying toy.

"shit," he exclaimed, taking some time to breathe before helping you pull out the vibrator from your soaking, reddened core and turning it off. "you really know how to suck the soul out of me." you tiredly laughed as he fell on his back onto the mattress. you got up on all fours, looking at how sound and handsome you friend was.

you stayed in that position until deciding to ask whether or not you could go for another round. "please," you begged as you crawled up on top of him. "more."

wooyoung rested his hand on your cheek as you leaned in and nuzzled his neck while his eyes were closed from the dull bliss of his orgasm. "do you really need more, precious?" your answer was a gentle bite to the same spot on his neck that you rested your nose on. "oh," he lightly exclaimed, a bit taken aback by your subtle action. "you want mommy to be rough with you?"

you nodded, hugging him tightly. "i want mommy to make me feel like his," you expressed. with a smile on his face that you could tell was there, wooyoung brought himself up to get a condom by his nightstand and put in on. once he did, he went behind you and held your hips in place.

his hand took his re-erected self and rubbed it on your clenching core as you shuddered with anticipation. "now, mommy's going to make his darling feel good, okay?" you whispered a 'yes mommy', to which he hummed and slowly pushed himself inside you.

each inch deeper set you spiraling in your brain with esch thrust. you needed your mommy to give you your taste of heaven, and you were now getting it. it wasnt long before he began moving, soon picking up his speed as he quickly pushed himself all the way inside. you squealed as he held you still, hips flush to his pelvis, before going at a brutal pace.

you gave out a small cry every time wooyoung pounded you, making his fingers squeeze tight on your hips as he grunted from you squeezing him back. soon you were pushing against him, loving the harsh contact. in fact, your movements became almost uncontrollable, not wanting him to leave you without finishing this intense experience. "im going to cum again," you muttered. "can i please cum on your cock, mommy?"

wooyoung responded by slamming himself hard into you once again. he grabbed your hair, taking you by surprise as you winced at the tugging. however, wooyoung kept fucking you steadily, one hand on your hair as the other held your hip to where you and he connected. "is this okay, darling?"

you moaned out a 'yes mommy' at him as the small sting felt extremely pleasurable. you felt your orgasm coming in waves, and you needed it badly. "im gonna cum," you warned again. wooyoung only fucked you harder, your arms now flat on the bed while he lay on top of you, fucking you a bit slower but much deeper. you could feel him everywhere. "fuck, mommy, it feels too good. please let me cum. let your precious darling cum."

you subconsciously squeezed yourself tighter on wooyoung, causing the man to whimper. "fuck, precious. you can cum." as you did, your lover stuttered in his actions, only pressing himself against your ass one last time to release all that was in him into the condom.

slowly, wooyoung turned both you and he to your sides and pulled himself out of you. considering that he was semi-hard, the emptiness that you felt was chilling as you shuddered. "sorry," he apologized, kissing your shoulder as he rubbed your side, his chest pressed against your back. "i think if we take a shower than this will go away," wooyoung proposed, motioning to his length. "what do you say?"

you let out a satisfactory grin, slightly turning to him and replying, "only if we have a round two in the shower."

[dmwrites]

Fwip, as part of his daily exercise and mental health regimen, power-walked from Gobland all the way to Tumble Town to annoy Jimmy. With his deputy badge in hand, and a grin on his face, it was hard to be blue. Tormenting/flirting/joking with Jimmy was the highlight of his days, and now that the empires members were all settled once more from their excursion to Hermitcraft, Fwip decided it was high time to continue the tradition.

Jimmy had said something in chat about the jail, so that’s where Fwip headed. He’d just crossed the railroad and was headed for the stairs of the jail, whistling a little tune, when Jimmy came striding out, looking right at him. This was very typical, as Fwip had, as said before, kind of made this torment a habit. However, Jimmy had a triumphant sneer on his face as he approached the goblin, which was an unusual sight.

“Fwip. Come to give me back my badge, as it is mine to give and take as I please?” Jimmy asked.

“No. Lol.” Fwip replied, tossing and catching the badge.

“That’s fine.” Jimmy said, crossing his arms and giving Fwip a rather cocky head waggle.

“What’s got you so merry?” Fwip asked. “Did Andy finally play with you?”

“Very funny. Not!” Jimmy scowled. “Boy, I ought to- no, no, I’m not falling for your nonsense today, Fwip. I actually have someone I’d like you to meet. He just got in, why don’t you come inside?” Jimmy walked back up the stairs and through the door of the jail. Fwip followed, wondering if Jimmy had gotten another cat or something.

“Fwip, meet my new deputy.”

Fwip’s mouth fell open as the figure that had been sitting behind the deputy desk stood. The being was huge with muscle and fat. He had many battle scars from the little skin Fwip could see, and had his cowboy hat slung low over his eyes, looking the goblin up and down. He was some kind of pig or boar, with the intelligence eyes of man.

“Yooo, what’s good.” The pig spoke in a low, yet oddly chill voice.

“Fwip, meet Tec- I mean, Deputy Sherman Thompson.” Jimmy was grinning from ear to ear. “Do you remember the ex-deputy I was telling you about?” Jimmy asked the pig.

“Hm. Yea.” The pig replied, and very casually picked up a huge crossbow that had been leaning against the wall. “I could take him out now, if you want. It would be super funny.”

“No, no, not yet.” Jimmy said, putting a hand on the crossbow, and taking it back off very quickly when Deputy Sherman Thompson gave him a look. “I just wanted Fwip here to meet you.”

The deputy shrugged, and just kind of looked at Fwip. It was very unnerving, to say the least.

“You- no!” Fwip squeaked out. “There’s no way this dude is even qualified to be a deputy!”

“Deputy Thompson, could you please delight us with a quick backstory?” Jimmy asked the pig.

“Uhh, yeah, sure. I used to be a sheriff, back in a town that’s long past dust now. Kept up with the criminals, locked up the famous Crops, although he wasn’t all that bad. Killed some bad guys when it called for it. Did some other stuff. Now I’m here, out of retirement, because Mr. Gaming here is an old friend. Heard he needed a new deputy, and Phil said it would be good for me to make some new friends.”

“Very impressive resume, as you can see and hear. What have you done with your life, Fwip, besides stealing and being annoying?” Jimmy sneered at Fwip.

“Mr. Gaming, I hate to say it, but that insult was so weak it couldn’t have blown over a napkin.” The deputy replied. “It’s okay though. Im sure you’ve got other stuff going for you.”

“Anyway.” Jimmy continued. “Fwip, I’d get out of my Tumble Town real fast if I were you. Or, you could always leave when you respawn from being slain. Your choice.”

“I- you- I’ll be back!” Fwip said, tripping over his own feet to escape. “You can’t get rid of me that easily!” He ran, wondering how on earth he was supposed to compete with the new deputy.