#and now i'm right back in the kind of work environment i hate

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what if i just quit my job. like what if i just......quit it.

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

not me curling my laptop charger wire the way you curl band equipment cords HAHAHA god i miss it

[neteyamkink]

cold neteyam meeting the clan’s sweetheart and having a soft spot for her but tries not to be obvi with it (everyone can lowkey tell though through the little gestures he does) that ends in smut when theyre alone and he wants to corrupt her innocence and reputation👀👀

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCHHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! sorry this took me so long i’m so slow 😭

paring: aged up!neteyam x metkayina reader

warnings: mean neteyam :( (he’s in love though), my first time writing smut in veryyyy long >.<, degrading, use of “slut”, “princess”, “sweetheart, lil corruption kink?, swearing ofc, disgusting smut idfk

At first, you thought it was the new environment making him so distant and rude. Eventually, you started to think it might've been just you, he had no problem talking with anyone else in the clan. Just you. Little did you know the reasoning behind that was that he was in deep denial about his feelings towards you. He hated the way you made him feel so vulnerable and helpless. So he had to hate you, right?

You'd try to reach out to him and try to start a conversation, but he would always turn you down with a, "I'm busy," or, "leave me alone." You couldn't lie it kind of hurt your feelings. everyone loved you, how could he not?

One afternoon most of the young adults and teenagers were hanging around a fire, the sullys and all of your friends included. You sat there crushing up herbs to make spices and listening in on the conversation everyone was having.

"Y/n stop being so quiet," Kumi spoke, you didn't like Kumi very much only because he was a part of ao'nung’s little bully crew.

"I'm busy, I'm listening though," You smiled still trying to be nice to him even though you really just wanted to tell him to fuck off. What can you say though? You were minding your business obviously focused on something else.

"Oh come on since when were you anti-social," Kumi laughs, now he has interrupted the group's conversation and everyone's attention was on you two.

"I'm not, sorry I'll chime in," you quickly said realizing this whole thing was interrupting the group. You hated yourself for apologizing for being busy, but you didn't want to disturb the group and make a big deal out of the whole situation.

"Why are you making her apologize? She's obviously busy dumb ass," Neteyam suddenly chimed in. Your eyes shot up to him, but he was already looking at you. He scrunched up his face and looked away crossing his arms.

"oh no it's okay, neteyam," you scrambled to find the correct words and suddenly your heart was running miles a minute.

"Whatever," he scoffed not bothering to look in your direction. Suddenly your heart felt like it was dropping into your stomach and the frown that was on your face was inescapable.

Later in the day after the fire, you decided you would figure this out. No one is allowed to not like you. Neteyam usually would go into the trees to practice archery late after dinner. Even though he had to learn the ways of these new people he was determined to not forget the ways of his own. How did you know this? Kiri is your new best friend.

Determined to befriend the forest boy you set out into the forest to find him, and of course, he was exactly where Kiri said he would be. You decided to sit back and watch before going up to him. He set up a practice station with a bunch of fruits hanging from trees. You watched him draw back his bow and arrow, His back and arm muscles flexed and his blue skin looked so glossy and smooth under the moonlight. fuck y/n, focus. He released his arrow and it went straight through the fruit and into the tree behind it.

"Impressive," you spoke up slowly walking out of the tree and bushes you were behind. His head snapped in your direction and once he saw who it was he rolled his eyes and took a breath.

"I didn't mean to scare you," you smiled sweetly, attempting to use the charm that had worked on others on him.

"You didn't," he scoffs grabbing an arrow from the group and pulling it through his bow. You thought archery was so cool... and he looked so hot doing it. focus, y/n.

"what are you doing here? how did you find me?" he asks releasing his arrow and landing it perfectly in the middle of the fruit. damn, he's good.

"I came to talk to you about something. Kiri told me where you might be," You spoke stepping a little closer towards him. He didn't look away from his targets.

"I hope you know earlier today was not me defending you. I just don't like kumi," though his tone was even and calm his words were harsh and hurtful. Does he really not like you that much?

"Why are you so mean to me?" You randomly blurted out with a pout formed on your face. Your mouth moved before you could think about what was coming out of it and as soon as the words came out you wanted to shove them right back in. You usually were never this straightforward or harsh with anyone. He turned to you and quirked his brow like he was shocked.

shit was he being too harsh? he thought. He just couldn't stand the way you made him feel. The way the innocent look in your eyes made his insides all tingly. The way that one look made him want to get on top of you and ruin those innocent eyes. fuck those eyes that you're giving him right now. Why do you have to torture him like this?

"Am I really?" he said dropping his bow and taking steps closer and closer toward you. Suddenly your throat was dry and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You took steps back as he got closer, too scared of what you might do if he got any closer. Too scared of what those yellow eyes burning through you might do to you.

"mhm," you hummed, heart racing as if you had just run to the moon and back.

"I can show you mean," he smirked. a gasp left your mouth when your back suddenly bumped into the bark of a tree, he had you cornered. And fuck you don't know what he meant by that but whatever he did you wanted it so badly. He looked as if he was going to eat you alive and my eywa you were begging he would.

"teyam..." you stuttered, putting your hands up to rest on his chest. "Teyam, please," you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were practically begging him to ruin you. your eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a pout. Fuck you drove him crazy.

"Say it," the smirk plastered on his lips makes your knees grow weak and you almost buckle over.

You can speak so you just push his neck down and smash your lips onto his. He wastes no time responding and kissing back. His sweet lips were rough against yours and the only thing you both could think about is why you didn't do this sooner. Everyone saw the tension between you two except for you. In the back of your mind, you knew you had been waiting for this moment.

"jump," he mumbles against your lips. You're quick to follow his instructions and jump, his strong arms catch you his hands have a firm grip cupping your ass. The tree you are pushed up against rubs against your porcelain skin.

"All you do is act so sweet and innocent around the others. I know what you really are," he speaks in between sloppy kisses. His words go straight to your brain and suddenly your head is all fuzzy and wonky. He moves from Your lips down to your neck, and your neck down to your collar bone, and your collar bone down to a little above your breast. then he repeats kissing, sucking, licking.

Your hands tangled in the back of his hair, and his braids felt rough in your hands. Your lips parted slightly to make way for the small hums and moans falling from them.

"need you right now, mk?" neteyam backs away from your neck to speak. you nod without hesitation, fuck you are so ready. The pool between your legs had been forming ever since he backed you into the tree.

"use your words, princess," The nickname darted straight to your pussy.

"yes, I need you," you spoke trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a low groan and reached one hand down to your loincloth, His big hand dragging across your wet slit.

"fuck," you gasped and bit your lip.

"All this for me?" he questions his lips curving into the stupidest grin. You simply nodded and tugged his hair tighter. He circled his finger around your clit a couple of times, making sure to get you nice and wet. small moans escaped from your mouth as you pawed at his loin cloth ready for more. You could feel him painfully hard against your palm.

“need you teyam,” you choked out, practically begging him to fuck you. He stopped his movements around your clit and looked you in the eyes. He was ready too. You looked up at him and batted your eyes, your eyes begged him for something- no… anything more.

“fuck, okay,” he quickly gave in undoing the knot of his loincloth with his free hand and letting it drop to his feet. He grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance rubbing it up and down your slit. His hands practically shook with excitement.

“you sure?” he asks pausing before he goes any further. Without hesitation, you aggressively nod your head.

“words, ma ‘evenge (my girl),” the nickname drove you crazy causing the pool between your legs to get bigger and bigger.

“yes, teyam please,” you pleaded hands gripping the hair on his neck tighter. Immediately he was bullying his cock through your walls. When he entered you, you both gasped out of pleasure. The feeling of you being filled up makes your head go spinning, and the feeling of your warm walls around Neteyam makes him dizzy.

“oh, my eywa,” you whimper as he slowly pulls out and quickly snaps his hips back into yours. Your head swings back into the tree behind you and he uses both of his hands to cup for ass to support you. Back aching from being forced onto the rough bark behind you.

“Fuck baby,” he groans increasing his pace with every thrust. His nails dug into the plush of your ass and he couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck. Kissing, sucking, licking, and sometimes sinking his sharp fangs into your collarbone.

“You feel so good,” you whine bucking your hips up at him to meet him halfway, your body was begging for more.

“I need more,” you pleaded pushing his neck closer to you and shoving his body against yours, leaving sloppy kisses all over his shoulder. You needed to be closer to him, you needed to feel every movement he made, hear every breath he took, and kiss every inch you could.

“I know you want it so bad, huh baby?” his voice sounds sympathetic but he’s just being a meanie. His thrusts grow faster and faster, harder and harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head due to the amount of pure bliss you were in.

“Fuck I been waiting to fuck you for so long. Ruin that pretty little innocent act you put on,” he practically growls into your neck. Your nails dig into his back.

“Please ruin me,” You begged, he scoffed at how needy and pathetic you were for him. He knew you weren’t as innocent as everyone made you out to be, so he was gonna fuck you like you weren’t.

“You’re all mine now,” he smirks against your collarbone as he sucked and bit marking you up so everyone would know he was yours and you were his.

“Say it ma ‘evenge,” he demanded.

“‘m all yours teytey,” you choked out through your moans. The knot in your stomach was growing tighter by the second and any second now you would cum.

“Please can I cum tey?” you begged, scratching up his back and marking him in your own way.

“Admit it, admit you’re a fucking slut,” His stern voice pulsated throughout your whole body sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m a slut,” you manage to choke out through your pants. His thrusts are becoming sloppy but his pace is still quick. You know he’s close.

“who’s slut are you?” He questions biting into your neck, his fangs so deep they feel like they’re going to draw blood.

“yours, teyam. All yours,” you breathe, his breaths quicken with yours and he throws his head back unable to take the pleasure anymore. You have to cum before him.

“cum, princess,” As soon as the word leaves his mouth, your a mess crumbling underneath him. Pleasure takes over your body and causes your head to throw back and your back to arch off the tree. The way your walls tighten around him sent him over. His thrusts became sloppy as his white ropes shot into you.

“I know, baby. I know,” He shushed you as you both came down from your high caressing your face with one of his hands and holding you up with the other.

“everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” he smirked admiring the attacks he left on your neck.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Dorm Heads - Sinbad (MAGI) Male Reader

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Sinbad has seven Djinn Equips and there just so happen to be seven characters in this ask, so I sorted each one to whomever fits it the best. The Reader is still from another world, but this time they're from MAGI as the king of Sindria. I hope this is adequate to what you wanted. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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🌹 Please have mercy, Riddle doesn't know how to handle flirting at all! Seriously, stop that! Don't corner him against the wall and lean over him like that! Don't hold his chin between your fingers and lift his head that way! Don't whisper in his ear all sensual-like! Are you trying to kill him!? Really; Riddle might just explode if you continue like this, going by the steam that keeps billowing from his ears. He's never been the object of affection of such a handsome man before; it's flattering and overwhelming at the same time.

🌹 You're a king? You!? But you're so irresponsible; with the way you quite literally run from him every time he tries to make you do your homework. Riddle honestly thought you were lying at first but after seeing how diplomatic you were during the unbirthday party, he actually started to believe it. He later witnesses that when you do your work, you stay holed up in your room until it's completed to perfection. Oftentimes, Riddle will go to you for advice on how to be a better leader for the students of Heartslabyul.

🌹 A gift, for him? Riddle is a little flustered, he's not too used to people getting him things out of the kindness of their heart; it's usually fear that marks the occasion. But what did you get him? Show him, he hates surprises— WHAT THE HELL!? Where in the world did you get this!? How much did this cost you!? What do you mean 'it was only half a billion'!? Congratulations, Riddle is now malfunctioning; he's stuck between being flattered that you'd spend that much money on him and being furious that you didn't use it for something more important.

🌹 Excessive jewelry and other accessories are strictly forbidden; such things could become a distraction to yourself and other students! Wait! Those are weapons!? That's even worse! Riddle is losing his mind with you, right now! You can't bring weapons into a school environment, such things are against the law! He'll have to confiscate them. Unfortunately, Riddle's unique magic doesn't seem to work on you for some reason; so his efforts are always in vain.

🌹 Riddle has his first encounter with your Furfur Djinn Equip when you sapped the light out of his bedroom using its magic. From then onwards you used it to annoy him (read as try to make him relax a bit) whenever he's busy for more than four hours. He would say he hates it, but he can't deny that your demonic-looking appearance is very appealing to the eyes; not that he'd tell you. Riddle secretly wants to touch your horns but he's far too prideful to tell you; too bad you've already noticed his fleeting glances.

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"O‐oh, for me? Thats very kind of you, My Rose. W-wait, how much did you say this was? Half a billion! Why would you spend such a ridiculous amount of money!? My face isn't red— No— Listen to what I'm saying!"

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🦁 Oho? You're a flirt I see, Leona can certainly get behind that. It does help that you're one handsome man as well. Do you wanna lay the charms on him? Go right ahead and do your worst if you're brave enough to face this beast of a man. Just be prepared for when Leona decides to flirt back; too bad for you he's not exactly the chivalrous type. This lazy lion prince is ready to give you the most risqué tongue lashing of your life; figuratively and literally if you're down for it.

🦁 Leona could tell that you were royalty of some type just by the way you dressed, but you also had a certain about you that only natural-born leaders have. He completely understands your aversion to work, he feels it too, work sucks man. You once offered Leona to be your queen, since you were already the king, and to rule Sindria by your side; he may or may not be seriously considering it...

🦁 Being the second prince of the Sunset Savana, Leona is certainly no stranger to expensive gifts, so getting him anything expensive doesn't really surprise you too much. You're rich, he's rich, the gift only cost you half a billion— Wait... half a billion? Leona will absolutely give you a look of complete and utter confusion as to why you think half a billion is such a small sum of money. He can see Ruggie in the background salivating...

🦁 So you're telling him that the jewelry you're wearing can be used as a weapon? Sure.... you'll have to sit Leona down and explain to him about Djinn, metal vessels, dungeons and, dungeon capturing. Well... that is if you can convince him to stay awake long enough to let you explain it. Leona has a bunch of z's to catch, so if you don't mind he'll be taking his long overdue nap now.

🦁 Leona has a love-hate relationship with your Valefor Djinn Equip. On the one hand, he appreciates the beastman-like features that appear when it's equipped as well as the clothing style, but do you have to be so damn cold!? Don't get him wrong, Leona loves cuddling with his boyfriend but your skill has a natural chill to it in that form. It's gotten to the point where he'll refuse to touch you until you go back to normal.

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"AAGH! D‐dammit you're cold, let go of m‐me. How am I s'posed to fall asleep if 'm freezing my ass off? Go back to normal 'n I'll hold you as long 'n as tight as you want, kay?"

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🐙 You're flattery will get you absolutely nowhere! At least, that's what Azul wishes was the truth. Ugh! You're so damn suave and so damn fine that it's killing him! How is he supposed to talk you into signing a contract when you're leaning over his desk and looking at him like you'd eat him if Jade and Floyd weren't in the room!? Poor Azul is ready to pull out his hair with how many revisions you've sweet-talked him into making to the contract. He's got a business to run dammit!

🐙 Oho? A king you say? Perhaps if you would take him there, he could give your people an offer they couldn't refuse. Unfortunately for Azul, any plots he had for trapping you or your people in a deal were swiftly shut down by you holding a sword to his throat. He was equal parts terrified, disappointed, understanding and, really turned on. Azul still wants to go to Sindria though; maybe even as one of your vassals representing Twisted Wonderland's Coral Sea if you'd let him.

🐙 You got him a gift? You're not trying to bribe him or anything are you? Azul is definitely no stranger to attempted bribery considering it happens about once or twice per day. But eventually, after a bit of insisting on your part he'll accept it... and then promptly return it because there is no way you would give him something that looks so expensive for anything other than bribery. If you try an calm his nerves by telling Azul that it only cost you half a billion and it really wasn't that expensive; his blood pressure will skyrocket. Dear lord, save this man...

🐙 My, that's quite a bit of jewelry you have there, you wouldn't mind parting with a few items, would you? Now, now, Azul's only asking for a friend, no need to get up in arms about it. The cecaelia mer, being quite observant, did notice that your jewelry and a few weapons are where you get your otherworldly powers from. While Azul would love to have access to that power, since old habits die hard, he still restrains himself because he doesn't want you to distrust or dislike him.

🐙 Azul is very cautious about your Baal Djinn Equip; lightning and water are not too good a combination in this case. However, he admits must you look very dashing and handsome in the clothes and jewelry you wear; he can't help but take a few glances at your bare chest, your draconic features are also very eye-catching to him and he can't help but briefly think of a certain dragon fae. While Azul usually just observes you from a respectable distance; he's not entirely opposed to being in your arms.

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"H‐handsome? Me? I— if this is some kind of joke it's not funny! Y‐you're flattery will get you no nowhere. N‐now if you would just sign here... Hm? Revision? A D‐DATE! Hold on—!"

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🪲 Aww, you're so nice! Kalim doesn't quite understand why you're so fixated on complimenting him, but he really likes it! He definitely returns the favor tenfold; not just to repay you, but also because he thinks you're a very handsome man. Another thing he doesn't get is why Jamil keeps shooting you sharp looks when you give him some of the weirder compliments. But Kalim doesn't mind too much, even when you back him against a wall, he just takes it as an invitation to cling to you.

🪲 Wow! You're royalty too!? And a king no less! Kalim thinks that's so awesome! You should definitely expect a ton of questions about what it's like to rule an entire country. What kind of responsibilities do you have as king? Do you have to make any hard decisions that could impact your people? What kind of holidays do you have there? Can he go there one day? And so on, and so on. Wait! Where are you going? Kalim still has more questions to ask you; you can't leave yet!

🪲 Wow! Did you get him a gift? You're so nice, it looks so cool too! Kalim is absolutely ecstatic to receive anything from you, be it a conversation, a compliment, physical affection, a gift or even a simple hello! Huh? Half a billion Madol? Okay! Kalim will find you something just as expensive and go out of his way to get a job, save up a bunch of money, and buy it for you! He can't let the gift you gave him go unreciprocated!

🪲 You have genies in your jewelry!? That's so cool! Please call them out so that he can meet them all, Kalim has so many questions! Tell him about all of your dungeon-capturing adventures, he'll be entertained for hours on end. Jamil is crying tears of joy. He will also somehow convince your djinn to come out and share the many adventures that they had with you and their previous holders. Expect to have to tell him at least five of your adventures a day, Kalim doesn't care if you run out of them, you're such a good storyteller.

🪲 Poor Kalim was truly in shock when he saw your Zepar Djinn Equip for the very first time. You got so tiny after that huge light show; he was surprised. For him, this Djinn Equip is his favorite because you're basically a really cute living megaphone. Kalim thinks your round belly is really cute; when you're under a blanket you look like you're holding a pumpkin. He's glad to have a mini boyfriend he can carry around like a teddy bear, it's super fun.

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"WAH! You got small! You're so adorable now! Oh; and your ears are so long too! Can you hear better like that? Hey, what can you in this form? Is it like the other one's you've shown me so far?"

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🪞 Flattery will get you everywhere; especially with Vil! However, this pretty boy has definitely heard it all; or at least he thought he had before he met you. No one had ever been quite so bold with him before. You laid your intentions out on the table right off the bat, and frankly, he found that really hot. I mean, who wouldn't want to be swept off their feet by a handsome king such as yourself? You want to make Vil your queen, you say? Oh my, buy him dinner first, you sly devil.~

🪞 A king, you say? Well, Vil did notice that you had a regal air about you, even if it was a bit overshadowed by that boyish charm of yours. But now you've got him thinking about you're proposition to make him your queen. Were you really serious about that? If you are, Vil has a long list of suggestions that he believes would improve your future shared kingdom. So what if he's never been there before, he's got to make some changes now before he walks into what might be a hot mess.

🪞 Now Vil and his family are quite wealthy, nowhere near royalty, but they still have a hefty sum to their name. This means he is no stranger when it comes to expensive clothing, accessories, skincare, and food. He has absolutely no issues with you spending a ridiculous amount of money on a gift for him. Vil just gives you an ecstatic "Oh! You shouldn't have!"

🪞 What a lovely medley of jewelry you've got there, but um... don't you think it's just a tad bit excessive? Not that you don't look absolutely dashing just the way you are, but maybe take off one or two? Vil only wants the best for you and that means fashion-wise as well. They're your weapons as well? Well, weapon or not, Vil will not allow you to walk around with a clashing color scheme! Rose gold is out of season, you know.

🪞 You know how Vil hates Neige because he feels insecure about his appearance when he's around? Yeah... that's how he feels about your Vepar Djinn Equip. He's never seen such ethereal beauty before and it's eating him up inside! He's torn between admiring his handsome boyfriend and cursing you for being more visually appealing than he is. Vil eventually accepts it though, you are his after all, and as long as he has you he can let it slide, just this once.

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"I didn't call you old, listen closer to what I'm saying to you! I said you had a mature look about you; It's a compliment. Not many men can pull it off like you can, so you should be grateful."

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💀 Stop. Seriously, stop. You will actually kill this man if you start flirting with him in any aspect at all. Even a compliment is a death sentence for Idia. But if you really do desire to send him straight to an early grave, do as you wish. This poor man can barely even function around someone as handsome and imposing as you are. Idia can barely breathe around you, his palms are sweaty, his knees weak, not to mention all the blood loss from his ever-flowing nose due to your sparsely clothed chest.

💀 As if Idia needed any more of a reason to feel like he doesn't deserve to even be near you; he finds out you're a King. Why is this happening to him!? No, he can't go with you back to Sindria! Even if Idia really wants to because it sounds a lot like the kingdom from "WIZ - Maze of Sorcery" and its two sequels; "WIZ - Queendom of Sorcery" and "WIZ - Outings of Bob".

💀 You didn't have to buy him anything, you're going to make him feel bad! Idia doesn't need you to spend money on him, not that he doesn't appreciate it, because he really does. A new box set of a ton of animes that were just released on DVD? Well... you were the one who offered so Idia reluctantly says it's fine. W‐wait... d‐did you say... half a b‐billion... Oh! It looks like he fainted!

💀 Do you think— Would you mind if Idia used some of your magic jewelry for a few of his cosplays? He'll take good care of them, he promises! Actually, if you don’t want to lend him anything, could you... cosplay with him? Idia completely understands if you don't want to, I mean who wants to spend time with him anyway? But... the offer is still up if you ever consider it...

💀 After seeing your Crocell Djinn Equip, Idia finally understood why you weren't at all cautious about his hair. He accidentally went on a tangent about how you reminded him of a character from a manga he read once and how you were like his 'irl SSR Secret Quest Reward, Boyfriend', whatever that meant. Sometimes, Idia will ask you to go into your Djinn Equip so that you can play with his hair like that one scene in that Shoujo anime you both watched together.

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"That's way cool! A mystery boss stage with percentage boost in SSR gear and a companion character too! It's just like 'Last Delusion'! EH!? You've never heard of it!? Come on, I'll show you!"

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🐲 You're not scared of him? At all? You do know who he is right? Malleus Draconia: strongest mage in the NRC, prefect of the infamous Diasomnia dorm, heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns? You do? Instead of finding him fear-inducing, you called him... gorgeous? Handsome? A sight for sore eyes? Consider Malleus a very flustered and confused dragon fae. He's used to getting compliments from Lilia and his vassals but from you? He feels like he's melting but in a good way. Well... he thinks so, at least.

🐲 A fellow royal? Oh, you're a king too? I hope you don't mind Malleus asking about the details of how you rule over Sidria because he has a lot of questions. He is also set to be the king of the Valley of Thorns in the future, so he wants to gain as much knowledge concerning ruling a country as possible. Malleus's ears are open; tell him anything and everything. How was Sindria established? How do you handle the punishment of your people who break the laws you set in place? Etcetera...

🐲 Malleus is quite wealthy due to his status as the prince of the Valley of Thorns, so he isn't exactly bothered by the thought of receiving expensive gifts. The price of said gift also doesn't seem to phase him. In fact, just like you, he sees such a sum of money as mere pocket change. Malleus is a dragon as well as exceptionally old, he and his grandmother have amassed quite a mountain of wealth in the many years that they have been alive. Nonetheless, he is very grateful for the gift.

🐲 That's quite the lovely set of jewels you have adorning your body there. Please spare this poor dragon boy, he's struggling to hold back his hoarding instincts. His brain is sounding the alarm bells and all he can think is "big shiny, big shiny, big shiny, bi–". Don't be too alarmed if a wild Malleus in his dragon form or otherwise swoops down and whisks you away. Though you may have to worry about leaving his hoard; it will be very difficult, I can assure you. You may just find yourself back where you started; trapped in Malleus's arms.

🐲 Malleus has seen each and every one of your Djinn Equips and if he had to pick a favorite, it would be your Focalor Djinn Equip, followed closely by your Baal Djinn Equip due to draconic appearance. The reason he favors Focalor's is that he can, instead of taking a moonlit stroll, fly through the night in the arms of his boyfriend without needing to go into his dragon form. Malleus had never been swept off his feet, but now he has, literally.

🐉•♡•🐉•♡•🐉•♡•🐉•♡•🐉•♡•🐉•♡•🐉•♡•🐉

"Child of man, these dungeons you speak of; did they perhaps house any gargoyles? I couldn't help but ask, what with all the fantastical creatures and items that you mentioned being within them."

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.

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[theladybrownstarot]

SPIRITUAL-WISDOM

A WAY TO SELF & IMPROVEMENT

Introduction: Namaste People! I'm brown , this post is quite different from others because this post is about spiritual wisdom which is needed a lot in life and without it we are always steps behind achieving what we need . I'm making this post In order to help out and share my wisdom with others to help them improve in their life !

Topic : The state of non-thinking

Overview : The majority of our problems arises due to thinking - a cause of suffering. We have forgotten and undervalued the core importance of quitetiude that's intrisic to our nature and life which has now caused serious problems around and in world and us - disappointment, regret , fight , war, hate , and more. We make the world so let's silence ourself first so we can create a difference altogether with the state of non thinking .

✧ What is it ?

The state of non-thinking refers to where are living in the present without worrying and thinking about the future and past rather in content with what is in front of us totally. It's like an acceptance and way ahead to understand yourself deeply and so your life and take actions accordingly. It's not totally about to stop thinking but rather thinking less.

✧ Why do we need it ?

The majority of the problem arises from our thinking, we can feel negativity only when we think , so wouldn't it be better of without thinking ? For example - You are going to have an exam tomorrow and you haven't prepared yet left with time if used could help out only if you stop thinking about the time and exam continously. Well there it is that positive state which will come out from you and intutive whispers helping you out to do what needs to be done . Hence when you follow that state of non-thinking you allow intuition to work in and connect with your innate natural state . When you practicse the non-thinking consistently you will see connecting with the truth and find answers to all your questions and so you find peace in your life too .

✧ Do we need to completely stop thinking ?

Well , it depends on what kind of life you want to live or what purpose you hold and how you want to change your life accordingly. In terms of survival we do need negative thinking to make us aware and alert . Therefore we may go to less thinking than to non-thinking and with consistent practisce you shall be able to maintain lesser thinking and non thinking for same .

✧ Is thought and thinking the same ?

No , they are completely different . The thought is divine and thinking is the cause of suffering from your head .

✧ How do I come to the state of non-thinking ?

You can do certain things :

1. Realise that thinking is the cause of suffering.

2. Eliminate that makes you prone to think like actions and things which do not inspire and excite you at all .

3. Create an environment and in your day that would help you come back in the state again. So when you wake up early in the morning keep your device aside and mediate .

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[aroaceleovaldez]

do you have any hunters of artemis headcanons? like what do you think a day in the life is like for them? any customs or traditions? or any interesting ocs?

My primary headcanons for the Hunters are a.) Artemis' retinue in mythology has bird nymphs so. bird nymphs. bird nymphs are in there somewhere. and b.) I completely revamp the oath stuff and their dynamic in general because canon handles it extremely poorly, retcons it poorly, and I don't like the vibe.

The version I go with is that Hunters can be any age, species, gender identity, whatever, just as long as they're okay and comfortable that they will probably be referred to femininely a lot of the time. The Hunt is not just young women, and not even predominantly young women, it's a very diverse mix. And that the Hunt does not explicitly forbid relationships, it only forbids relationships if they are distracting and pose a danger to any hunters (i.e. don't be kissing in the line of fire of the arrows), and explicitly forbids having children while under the oath.

The reason for this being that Artemis is protector of youth, women, and a goddess of childbirth, and in her mythology usually the thing she gets pissed about is her Hunters hiding a baby from her - which makes sense! That's one of her aspects! It's kind of dangerous for a pregnant person to be running around in the woods with a bunch of hunting equipment, or to have an infant in that environment. So my interpretation is the specific thing she is getting upset about is her Hunters endangering themselves and/or a youth, cause that essentially spits in the face of what Artemis represents. If they wanna have a kid they're welcome to leave and come back once the kid is old enough (which is what I interpret Jo & Emmie's leaving the Hunt to be - they just wanted to raise a kid). Also there's myths that imply the Hunters may have relationships between themselves so I like to give room for that. And there's a good couple of myths about male Hunters of Artemis so I hate that canon just gives a blanket statement "no" on that one and is so weird about it.

I don't have many interesting ocs for them yet (I'm working on that - I have like fffffour? Hunter ocs right now I think? My goal is to make at least 10) besides thinking about bird nymph huntresses. And as for customs/daily routine, I haven't thought about it much. I mostly just presume training, hiking, camping stuff, following trails and etc, taking care of the wolves/dogs and hunting birds, all that jazz. I do think a lot about how they have hunting birds though and want the fandom to do more with that. Where's Thalia with a pet falconry eagle.

[quaranmine]

Re: your 2000 word fic

Jimmys relationship to the watchers is so interesting, especially compared to Martyn’s, because they’re in the same realm of thought with different means of approach (doubly if Martyn wasn’t born into the cult like Jimmy was).

Martyn’s realm of thought: God is real and hates me and I hate it back

Jimmy: God is real and everyone seems to hate that, and I’m not sure if I do

And like. Jimmy as a character is so [synonym of interesting] because he’s sort of a sheep. He has his own personality and opinions of course, but they are largely formed off of others and how they perceive him. Jimmy works well in group situations, but when he has to be alone, he flounders. So of COURSE when left in a high stress environment and isolated because of his red life, he’s gonna go back and try to find comfort in the gods that had a community. And Martyn, in turn, is going to see this and go “what the fuck are you doing, this isn’t good, the watchers are evil remember” to which Jimmy goes “they’re the only thing that loved me at face value”

Normal about this excited to see where this goes 👍

oh this ask is making me EXCITED again!

So, we're pretty close to the same page on this. Also this story is super duper AU to Evo. I'm keeping the same major story beats of things like 1) Martyn attempting to leave 2) the Listeners contacting them 3) the dragon fight & all of that 4) Jimmy being given a mission from the Listeners and 5) the Evolutionists leaving with the help of the Listeners. But the setting itself is very altered and the day-to-day life of the series is way different. (I.e. cult-commune.) It also won't be totally compliant with Martyn's eyesandears life series AU, just in the sense that I don't care enough to meticulously adhere to all the details. It'll just be kind of loosely influenced by all of the above.

You've also hit the same idea as me on Martyn not (fully) being raised in it. For what I wrote last night, Martyn was brought in to Evo with his family around age 12 ish, and allowed to continue outside education (Jimmy is very very homeschooled.) This basically means Martyn was old enough when introduced to the Watchers to not ever really be a true believer, and also a bit of a bad influence on Jimmy. Well, a good influence in this case. So Martyn definitely grows quite bitter about it as he gets older.

And in this case, when I say "true believer" I mostly mean that they believe in worshipping the Watchers and that they're a force for good. There isn't really much of a "are they real" for any of the Evolutionists because they demonstratively are. Now, for Life Series members who are not former Evolutionists, they may not realize Watchers exist at all. And for later in life, the Evolutionists may question if the Watchers are truthful in just how god-like they really are.

Anyway. Yeah Martyn's very much like "God is real and hates me and I hate it back."

Jimmy, at least in the backstory part I've written, is a lot more like "God is real and hates me because I'm a bad person, and I hate myself because I can't figure out how to be a good one." In this case, he feels super trapped in his incredibly sheltered life and questions a lot of stuff. But he knows he shouldn't question this. Doubting the Watchers is wrong. So he wants to be good. But he can't shake all of his, like, existential anxiety about being trapped. And then he hates himself more for that. He's kind of killing himself from the inside out with cognitive dissonance. He's finding it harder and harder every day to believe but he thinks that's his own personal shortcoming.

Martyn has kind of arrived at a "I need out because the Watchers suck." He has more anger about the situation and less self-hatred. Jimmy is not there yet and is instead more like "the Watchers are right and good and I'm the problem."

(This is also pretty in line with your comment of Jimmy being kind of a sheep--he is struggling much more than some of other former Evolutionists to put aside how he was raised.) (I haven't mentioned Grian much but I think he was also raised in it like Jimmy, but unlike Jimmy he's pretty defiant of the Watchers. Which gets him nothing good in the end.)

It doesn't help that being constantly literally watched is like psychological torture? No wonder the guy's mentally ill. Which I think feeds into the eyesandears concept of Watchers feeding on negative energy. Jimmy's general existential distress is like catnip to them.

And like, he DOES join the Listeners. They DO leave Evo. He does leave, and live normally. But that doesn't mean that he comes out of his choice to turn his back on the Watchers unscathed, and that he doesn't feel guilty. I think the "I'm the problem" mindset leaves him vulnerable to going back to worshipping the Watchers again later. He still carries this deep seated sense that they're right.

So when the Watchers strike back, and he's placed over and over in horrible circumstances like death games, at some point it's all got to snap right?

"they’re the only thing that loved me at face value” - it's completely untrue and exactly the type of thing he still believes. He's the one that left, after all.

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

Alright Cuties, Story Time

So, as you’ve seen, I’ve been pretty absent from Tumblr this year. I’ve been distant from my writing, and it’s been genuinely heartbreaking. A huge reason is my incredibly toxic work environment.

I've been working in the sustainability and public health since my master’s, landing a high-paying job, which is rare in India’s social sector. I’m on the management team, leading social impact, and it felt fantastic at first. But my manage is one of the worst people I’ve ever dealt with. She’s misogynistic, classist, casteist, and hateful towards women and marginalized groups. Surprisingly, not homophobic (I even told her I’m bisexual before realizing she’s a nightmare). I have never met a woman who hates other women so much. She is so hateful and malicious and vengeful.

This year’s been a true struggle, and I’ve felt powerless, especially as someone who values standing up for what’s right.

I have a team of my own and genuinely allow them to do whatever the fuck they want and don’t micromanage. I approve all their leaves/late-in, xyz. This is also not something that she’s okay with and repeatedly asks me to be difficult with them, which I’ve refused to.

I thought helping people through my work would be enough it’s not anymore. And I won’t pretend to be a sane, I’ve stayed this long because the pay was great tbh. It just doesn’t hit the same anymore lol. Even the work does not bring me any kind of satisfaction. I cannot help anyone unless I help myself first.

I thought helping people through my work would be enough it’s not anymore. And I won’t pretend to be a sane, I’ve stayed this long because the pay was great tbh. It just doesn’t hit the same anymore lol. Even the work does not bring me any kind of satisfaction. I cannot help anyone unless I help myself first.

I’ve taken seven days off this year overall. Even weekends don’t feel like breaks cause I’m just so anxious thinking of mondays. I just had a short Diwali break, but I'm back to work tomorrow, and I’m planning to resign soon. I’ll start job hunting or maybe take a break, since I do have a lot of savings now or even tap into that family wealth I better hope my parents are hiding from me

While she’s never been directly rude to me, shes mostly acted like a friend to me which has been worse. But she’s targeted others—like pressuring me to spy on someone; taking legal action against a pregnant ex-employee, and creating such a hostile environment that one person even tried to jump off the office roof. I have proof against her, and when I resign, I plan to use it. She needs to be held accountable for all of this.

I was also a kid back when I joined, fresh out of school and didn’t know better. I do now. And no one’s allowed me exploit me anymore. Like she’s just a person. A miserable, despicable version of a person but just a person nonetheless. And I have receipts now.

This is why I’ve been so absent. Not being able to write or even breathe has worsened my mental health. My personality’s changed, and I haven’t seen most of my friends in a year. Fortunately, I live with my childhood best friend, which has been a lifeline.

I’m resuming work tomorrow and will need to have a very difficult conversation with her about something and it will not be easy. It’s going to end badly, I know that. But I’m gonna rip apart this cunt if she tries to fuck with me now. I have had it.

Thought I’d just share this with yall.

Wish me luck.

Love,

Eeshu 🌻

[fleverian]

Mermay? Nah it's fairy time

Here's some close ups

Been thinking about Fairytopia. Gotta be one of my favorite Barbie movies. I've wanted to draw a young Laverna and Enchantress for a while.

I'm gonna rant about nearly 20 year old Barbie movies. Man, I wish we got some more lore for these movies. Instead we got Mariposa, which was ok and I liked it but I didn't really care for, idk what to call it, the aggressive girliness? Where they bring in fairies obsessed with fashion and everything had to be covered in glitter. But at least I could consider it as maybe just a story Elina was telling Bibble or somewhere far away from Fairytopia. But the the next one ruined it by having Mariposa just straight up fly through Fairytopia and now there's some crystal fairy kingdom right in the middle of the Magic Meadow and the aesthetics and fashion completely clash with the first three Fairytopia movies. I like how the outfits in Fairytopia look like they are made from flowers and natural things. But in Mariposa and The Fairy Princess the outfits look like generic glittery modern Barbie princess aesthetic. Absolutely hate it. To me, it is not canon.

The older Barbie movies are super dated looking probably were even when they just came out. But they all had such well designed outfits and environments. They kind of have a liminal feeling to them. I love the aesthetics of them. The modern Barbie movies improved a bit in the animation, but never to the point where it looked that great. To me they end up looking more uncanny than the older ones. Because the older ones at least had a style to them but the newer ones just look generic. The fashion the backgrounds everything is just so soulless to me. Idk, maybe I'm just old and miss my childhood lol.

Really wish Mattel would revisit some of the old Barbie movie characters though. With a movie, books, or picture books. I fear them making anything with them with the new animation though. I need them to dust off their old stuff and bring back the crappy mid 2000's Barbie cgi. I neeeed it. It would probably be cheaper for them too since it's outdated. I need to see a new Barbie movie in all it's old

glory.

I need to see my girl Elina again. I want some more Fairytopia and Mermaidia lore.

Would love to see some backstory of Laverna and The Enchantress. I feel like there's something there. It just needs to be expanded on. What's Laverna's deal and why is The Enchantress the most useless fairy in all Fairytopia. I have to know.

I designed some younger versions of them. I saw this and wanted to draw my own versions. Gave The Enchantress a name too, Elvina. Read it means "elf or magical friend or noble being" and thought it fits really well.

Decided to try a new coloring style with these. I think it works pretty well for fairy characters. I don't think I'll use it much with other things because it takes a while and I like to use a simpler style.

Here are some versions with no backgrounds since the wings are transparent

[mrs-santoss]

Our Secret - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

You and Neymar have been in a secret relationship for 1 year now, but the media doesn't know except for your close people. Everything is going great except the videos of him with his exes on your feed everyday.

I met Neymar during the most difficult period of my life. That's why I call him anjo, an angel. He pulled me out of the toxic environment I was living in. Our relationship has always been amazing since the first day we met. Our personalities fit very well together. He's very mature for a serious relationship, but still keeps his childish, funny guy part of him alive, and that's why I adore him. On the other hand, I'm a very positive person, I hardly get mad at stuff. I, too, am a very funny person.

I moved in with Ney two months ago. It's not like I felt a big difference since I spent most of my nights at his place anyway. I'm loving everything about us right now. Except for one thing.

We have to be very cautious when we're in public. We still haven't announced our relationship to the public yet. On one hand, I get Neymar, he wants to keep our relationship to ourselves as long as we can. But, on the other hand, this is making it difficult for me to go online and not see a post that would upset me. I'm not media trained, fame wasn't a part of my life before Ney.

Before Neymar started dating me, he had a very long relationship with Bruna. They were very much in love, which is why people want them back together. I never met her, but she seems to be a very nice and beautiful person. I hate to admit it, but that makes me feel kind of insecure about myself. I mean, I love myself. I work on my physical and mental state a lot. But, I can't just look pretty effortlessly, or laugh hard without making a weird noise. I don't show these insecurities to Neymar though. I don't want him to think less of me.

It was a Saturday afternoon, I just got out of a shower and did my skincare routine and I decided to watch a movie. I laid on our comfy bed and put the laptop on my lap, holding a bag of chips next to me. I decided to scroll on my social media before starting a movie.

That was a very bad idea. I ended up scrolling for 1 hour, before I put myself to sleep crying. I ended up ditching the movie and the snacks. My TikTok feed practically looked like a Neymar & Bruna fanpage. There were a lot of old videos of them kissing, hugging, during photoshoots and during some of Neymar's most important moments.

Neymar's POV:

We had training on Saturday, usually we never do. I was very exhausted from everything I couldn't wait to go home and crash on the bed with Y/N. Once, I stepped inside the apartment, I realized its was very quiet. Maybe she's in the bathroom.

"Bebê, I'm home!" I yell out to her, which she usually responds by running in my arms like a crazy person tackling us both to the floor. I love her for this.

I put my stuff on the floor and make my way to the bedroom. I crack the door open slowly and I see her laying on the bed sleeping with her back turned to the door. I decide to change into some comfy clothes and lay down with her.

Once I lay on the bed, I realize the laptop was open on the bed, a bag of chips was crushed under her and she has her phone on her hands. She must've fallen asleep with her phone.

I cracked a small smile and kissed her forehead softly. She looks likean angel.As I reached to kiss her lips, I could feel her wet cheeks. Was she crying before she feel asleep? When I first got here, I decided not to wake her up, but now I'm concerned, I want to talk to her.

"Bebê...Y/N. Can you wake up?" I shake her arm slowly.

She opens her eyes and mumbles something and shuts her eyes again.

"Y/N, amor. Are you okay? I ask her, now I'm very concerned, she looked tired.

She finally opens her eyes all the way and I can see her eyes are very red. I remove all the things from my way and lay next to her pulling her head on my chest.

"Amor, why were you crying? Did something happen? Can you talk to me, please?" I ask her while I'm stroking her head.

There was a 2-3 minute silence before I felt hot tears on my chest, she was silently crying. I sit up straight and move her head so I'm making eye contact with her.

“Amor, can you please talk to me? Did something happen?” I say to her softly.

“I…I’ve been seeing a lot of videos from your past relationship on my feed. You seem very happy and comfortable on those videos. It makes me wonder if you ever want to go back to what you had and���and end things with me” she says in a barely audible voice, her voice cracking in the end.

I kiss her forehead, nose, lips repeatedly. While wiping away her tears with my thumbs.

“Y/N, I love you so much. I adore everything about you. Your voice, your smile, your lips, you sense of humor, your butt, your smell, everything. Bruna was a big part of my life and she always will be, but that doesn’t mean I love her the same way I love you.” I say to her hoping she believes everything I say. I can’t see her sad of things like these. Especially, when they aren’t true.

“But why are people so obsessed of seeing you two back together? What if you wake up one day and decide you want that too?” she asks softly.

“Amor, people obsess over long relationship. You’ve seen that happen with a lot of famous people, right? I know once the get to see you, they will fall in love with you just like I did. As for me, I wake up everyday feeling blessed of having you by my side.” I say to her and I kiss her lips softly.

I lay down and pull her to my chest. We stay like that for a couple minutes, she seems to have calmed down completely. She lifts her head off my chest wanting to say something to me.

“There’s this movie I didn’t have the chance to see, are you in?” she asks while making a funny smile, making me laugh.

“Hahaha, of course, bebê. Let me go grab some chips real quick.” I stand up quickly, kiss her forehead and leave the room.

"You don't have to Neyyyy. I got them somewhere hereee!!" she yells from the bedroom.

"Noo, you don't!! Your fat ass crushed them on your sleep!" I say back to her from afar. She hates it when I use the word fat ass. I like it when she gets mad and says stuff like 'my ass isss normaal sizee', oh , god, I adore her.

"HEEYYY!!"

[mchlgayser]

sorry that this is so vague and hardly a request but pls could you write more jealous mason if you’d enjoy writing that !!! i’m such a sucker for angsty jealous fics that have happy endings <3

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY!

starring: mason mount x female!reader

warning: mentions of arguments and cuss words

author's note: another request coming in, I'm so FUCKING glad ppl find my stories ☠️☠️ I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU THAT REQUEST LUV YALL SM 🤭🤭 & not proofread

song suggestion: try again by jaehyun and d.ear

There's a party going on at your and Mason's friend's house, on your defense, you weren't very much of a party person, you love going out, yes but you hate parties. You are not a big fan of alcohol either but your boyfriend was the opposite. Mason loves parties, he can socialize and sometimes even meet new mates. He was't an alcohol fan either but he drinks. You never drank a sip of alcohol, there's one time you tried it when you were eighteen and it was a disaster. You gave yourself a sip of beer and you immediately vomit after that and it is why you promised not to drink again.

It was now eleven sharp, the parties still going strong, people went in and out of the house, some leaving and some just get there. New faces each hours, you have been on the couch for some times, a glass of coke in hand. Mason was gone, again to his friend as they were discussing and talking. Your friends also left some time ago, dancing on the floor and some left.

Your eyes bore around the dimmed light hall, and your eyes caught with a certain somebody, the familiar jet black hair person caught up to you and you grin hugging him 'Oh my gosh Danielle how're you?' You beamed, he chuckle, giving your body one firm press before he lets go 'Good, God I can't believed I finally able to meet you again! At a party at that!' He jokes about and petting your shoulder

Danielle is your childhood friend from your hometown but was't just any childhood friend, you both dated back then and broke up at seventeen when his family leave for the city. It was technically a good term kind of breakup. You both kind of rebounding a friendship before he permanently moved to the city.

At a very young age, no cellphones, you both just kind of lost contacts with each other. 'And to finally meet you again, You are prettier now.'

'Have to say the same for yourself, you are taller now.' You could't help but pinpointed, he grins 'Ahh let's take a seat first and catch up!' He told you, he began telling you about his life after he moved to the city, big change in his life. New environment, new friend, he even hook ups with a few girls and tell you how right now, his current girlfriend is friend with the party-holder which is also your friend.

You also told him about your busy and hectic life, works, and your boyfriend 'You are finally able to pursue your dream..' He referred to and you smile at him 'Yes, anyway it's nice catching up with you Dan.' You both exchanged contacts and he left for his girlfriend 'We're going now.' You heard your boyfriend from behind you 'What?'

He drags you along the hall and excited the house 'Wait Mase, where are we going?'

'Home.' Is all he said, you heave a long sigh catching up to him and get inside the car 'Now what's that all about?' He scoff, starting the engine and drove without muttering a single word to you.

The whole ride was complete silence, the only sound that is made is the ac and the faint radio background. When the car finally pulled over to your residence, Mason opened the door and slammed shut completed leaving you behind, you groan in pure madness and ran after him, and if it wasn't for your fast feet he would've locked you outside

'What the hell Mason Mount?!' You exclaimed, getting angry, he had his eyes on you creating a bullet hole in you 'You dare asked me that?! When you are being a complete flirt with some random guy, chatting with each other, lost in your own world, hugging and touches around?! You dare ask me that question now?!' You turn back to him 'So that's what this is all about? He was an old friend Mason, come on, you think you can get mad at me all you want like I'm a kid? When you've been neglecting me the whole party? Talking with your friends leaving me behind at that damn couch minding my damn own business? You didn't even come at me asking me if I need anything! You brought me to that fucking party and left me behind! When I desperately don't want to fucking go, when all I want was to spend my fucking precious weekend with you at this damn house!'

You burst, and a few tears managed to reach down your cheek but you rapidly wipe it away and exhales 'You know what, I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed.'

Mason was left behind on the hall, reflecting back to his actions the past hours, indeed he had left you behind to yourself, he would just occasionally waved at you from far over and continued chatting with his friends. He was tired, at himself.

He sat on the couch waiting for you to cooled down and talk it out with you, and apologized too. It's been more than fifteen minutes, Mason get up from the couch and tread upstairs to you both shared bedroom but he found you nowhere, not in the bathroom neither. He heard noises coming from the guest room and strutted his way there, the door wasn't entirely closed some was able to peep in to see you curled up like a ball with a duvet covering your figure. He heard sniffling presuming you are crying. The door is open creakily as he tiptoed to your other side. His hand hesitantly presses against your side temple, you shudder at the sudden touch and stiff around like a rock. He started up 'Look, I'm sorry about what I did earlier. It was very wrong of me to do that, especially to you. I didn't know that guy was someone you knew either so I guess I can't help but be jealous. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, I didn't mean to so I hope you can forgive me.' He caress your hair and leave a kiss before getting up

You jumped on him and hug him as firm as you could 'It was uncomfortable sleeping here...' You pouted, he smile picking you in bridal style and brought you to your shared bedroom 'Let's spend our time just like you wanted.' Peppering your face with kisses, you and him spend your whole night until dawn talking and ranting to each other. With his arms all around you.

[corvusblackk]

I SHIFTED 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 AVATAR DR

The last few times I shifted were only with intention but this time I also said affirmations that grounded me in that reality (for example: "I am ene'ya te kalin satkie'itan” , “I live in Pandora”, “I am a na'vi”, etc…), and I went to sleep with the mentality that I was already there in Pandora.

I took notes right after I came back btw so everything was still fresh in my mind, then I added it all together and I tried to make a storytime as detailed as I can. I probably don’t remember well all the things but I tried my best to make everything accurate to what happened.

Okay so let me start.

I had scripted that Lo'ak would wake me up but that didn't happen, instead when I opened my eyes (I don't know what time it was because we don't keep track of time with clocks there) i got kind of scared because I found myself with my face squashed in a hammock so I could see everything from a big height and thought I could fall at any moment. This time I immediately realized that I had shifted because 1. I scripted it and 2. everything was too different, starting from the environment (forest) and ending on myself (literally blue), but I didn't even feel strong emotions like in the other shifts idk why, I was already used to being there as if I've always been there (in that reality it's obvious that I've always been there but you know what I mean).

As I was getting up I was told something like “you finally woke up, we thought you were dead” or something like that because it was said in Na'vi (now that I’m back I think its so weird that I knew and was used to a completely different language). Anyway, in the end it was Tuk who had spoken and she was standing next to a surface of worked wood with stuff on it that looked like exotic fruit. When I got up from the hammock for a moment it was strange to feel so huge (and semi-naked lol) and blue, but this too was super normal so I didn't think about it much.

There around the table, besides Tuk, were my father and one of my sisters and everything immediately became normal, I got back the memories and knowledge of that reality and I had the feeling that this reality was now a distant memory, or a dream, and it was there instead that I belonged. Tuk was at our place because she wanted to have breakfast with us, so then we started eating these seeds which were called pxorna and a type of fruit which name I don't remember, then there was also the spartan fruit which I think was the one from the first film (which Jake tastes for the first time in his new body). My mother and my other sister had gone hunting since I had woken up late, meanwhile then I decided to take Tuk back to her family and bro, I expected to be super excited to meet the rest of the Sully family but instead it was normal like everything else 😭 (now that I'm back here I've been freaking out the whole time that is, I still don't realize but okay).

Neytiri is fucking beautiful btw, and Jake is ethereal irl and is much more patient with the children since the sky people wasn’t there yet. Kiri is like in the movie I have nothing to add, she is nice to me but she is very sarcastic. Lo'ak is quite a kid lmao, even though he's in his 20s he acted a bit annoying and rebellious just because (obviously I love Lo'ak but I'm just describing how he was there, I’m not judging him) but still he was my best friend and i have to say we were very similar now that i think back on it.

Neteyam on the other hand.. bro, the most annoying person in the world, I’LL EXPLAIN RIGHT AWAY don't attack me. Practically, clever as I am, I scripted an enemies to lovers with him, not considering that actually in the "enemies" phase we would have been "enemies" and I have to say okay: it's not that we hated each other or were really enemies, but we kind of couldn't stand not even breathe the same air. He still always had that protective older brother personality and was kind/available to everyone BUT NOT WITH ME, I really pissed him off 😭 but it was mutual so yea. In fact, when he saw me bring Tuk back he snorted and changed seats so I remember that I kind of teased him about it but I don't remember exactly what I said to him.

Later I went out with Lo'ak and we went to get the ikrans because he wanted to go to Tsireya and wanted me to accompany him lmao because they weren't really together yet so he was shy. We had another friend called Nìmäng (he isn’t in the movies), and he was much more serious than us; I don't know how he could be our friend but somehow it worked because he balanced our non-seriousness. In short, we took the ikrans (mine is called Zeswavi) and y’all, it's a one of a kind experience, you feel the wind stinging your skin and you perceive in your body everything the ikran is feeling, then don't make fun of me but you also feel invincible, it's so incredible (I recommend you to shift there just to experience this thing).

When we arrived in Awa'atlu (I scripted that it's only 10 minutes flight away because I'm smart) it was just spectacular, it looked like the Maldives🧍🏼 but much much better. So, now I want you to trust me when I say that I had to hold back not to jump on Tonowari, that man is irresistible and so mighty irl, I can't do it lorddd. Ronal didn't like me that much and frankly I'm afraid it was because she saw me drooling over her husband. Tsireya is lovely, the kindest person there I must say, as well as Rotxo. Ao'nung on the other hand.. an infernal beast, literally; he’s cool I mean, but he was really annoying, he liked to tease me and provoke me every 5 minutes, but I responded by hitting him so it was all balanced.

The rest of the day was spent swimming with the ilus, playing a kind of ping pong with barks and also fishing at some point, which would have been very boring if it weren't for Ao'nung who, although annoying, is really funny. Later Kiri and Tuk also joined us, Neteyam as well, with whom I had a fight because I hit him on the head with the fishing net (it was actually hilarious). Before the eclipse we went back to the forest and brought back some of the fish we had caught, my mother cooked it and wrapped it in seaweed and it was all so good man.

We then all gathered around a bonfire and sang songs, other na'vis sang and some danced, it was truly magical. For a moment I stared at Neteyam because, even if I couldn't stand him, he was really beautiful under the firelight, but when he saw me he said like "what are you looking at, skxawng?" (“idiot”) so I insulted him and started ignoring him again lol.

At night I decided to shift here again because the experience was so beautiful that I wanted to tell everyone about it.

Thanks for reading this all <3 go shift!

[muffinmonstah-art]

hiiii just want to send you some positivity because i hate to see that you are being forced to have to defend yourself against any baseless allegations at all. every time your art shows up on my dash, it always puts such a great big smile on my face :))))

i found you through your dc art but i stayed for your absolute passion for all of your other pairings. i'm no artist but your colour and the pretty lighting you create just gives it that very extra cherry on top that makes your art so uniquely yours that im always just muffinmonstah!!! each time i see it 💖💖💖

Thank you for the support!

Truth is I have a hard time seeing value on my own work. My handling of social media and public exposition isn't the best when it comes to negativity.

Nowadays it seems people can't even agree on what's legit art and what isn't. For some, relying too much on references is dishonest and not real art, for others is the opposite, if you refuse to use them to learn anatomy you're lazy and refuse to learn how to do art. If you suck at drawing hands and make miskates, "AI art!", if you don't post the step by step of your sketch, it means you're hiding you're using AI art. If your style changes from one year to the other, it means AI art.

Discourse is getting so polarized and so agressive, with so much unnecesary witch hunt, is getting discouraging to just exist doing my own thing. It makes me miss the time when the only people who would look at my drawings and be proud of me were my family members, with no internet at my back to judge me and cancel me. As someone who legitimately tries to not let the anonymity of the internet suck them down and mold their personality, it's shocking at the very least how some anonymous person from the other side of the world can accuse me of terrible things, and the day after come and talk to me like they didn't try to murder my credibility over an impulse and quick missjudgement without even an apology. Where's the human treatment in those interactions? Existing on an enviroment like that can become really unhealthy.

My mind is going through a very dark moment right now and this witch hunt environment doesn't help the whole situation. Thank you for showing me some kindness and being an empathetic person :)

[sygneth]

Echoes of Elysium | Disco Elysium AU ...something?

Warnings

General warnings for my blog's content applies. Check here.

This AU is (rather) not very alternative. I am just trying to develop further events and some background for the characters, but even though I'm making research and I try to stay canon-compliant, only to fill in the gaps, I cannot guarantee it will never happen. Especially in this fandom, where many interpretations and paths are equally canon, we may not agree on some things, I hope you'll enjoy my point of view nevertheless. Some episodical OCs will appear too.

INDEX

EOE on ComicFury!

EOE on Tumblr:

Chapter 1: New Beggings -> START

EOE on AO3:

Main plot (uhh still in the process of uploading!)

Ficlet series (additional content)

LORE:

Precinct 41 plans and explanation

Plot outline

After Martinaise things are slowly getting back to normal, but the general atmosphere in the city gets thickens every day, La Retour is hanging in the air. Despite this, Harry is trying to stay sober and make amends. It's hard to say if Kim's appearance on the 41st is making things easier or harder between Harry and his old friends.

The Return happens. In the after-revolutionary mess, everybody tries to move on, but things are changing in almost every aspect of life. And on top of this, a particularly hard case drops and somebody has to take care of it.

The start of the project is directly after Martinaise, so forgive me this vague description, but I would hate to spoil the plot haha.

Okay, from now on additional info, still important but not crushial.

I want to focus on the relationship between the people of Precinct 41 and their internal experiences. Impactful events and thicker action will happen too, but mostly in the later chapters of this.

There are also some important premises of this AU I would like to highlight:

Kim was raised in an orphanage, presumably held by some Dolorian organisation (order?). Some of his old-fashioned manners and vocabulary are remainings after growing up in a religious environment (even if he's not very religious himself).

Eyes died around 9 months before the events from the game. Since then, Kim has been willingly working alone. His superiors were not very fond of that but somehow he managed not to get partnered with anyone.

Harry has no known family members left. At least as far as he and his friends know.

Jean and Harry's partnership started four, maybe five years ago. According to the game, it was "two years minimum" but personally I think those losers were stuck with each other for much longer.

Jean's years-long, unexplained depression has roots in some sort of personality disorder. Also, he is codependent on Harry, probably co-addicted too. He had problem with speed himself, however it's not nearly as serious as Harry's. I see him as more of a weekend/party drug user, as for now.

I assume that since the communist revolution gay relationships were technically legal in Revachol. Technically, because there are still no rights for same-sex couples and the social recognition is poor and rather negative (I got inspired by my own country in that matter)

That's all I can think of now. I will probably just add new information in the description of he pages.

Okay, cool, one last thing. What do you mean by "...something?"? Is this a comic? A fanfiction series? What am I looking at?

The answer is: I don't yet know. I am planning this to be mostly a comic, but I cannot say there won't be some written as fanfics parts or some kind of in-between media. I don't really want to limit myself to one medium only, but at this point, I have no idea what this will evolve into. I honestly just want to have fun lol

[caramel1mochi]

ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader] [3]

Out of everyone I've written about, Yoru is hands down the HARDEST. Somehow harder than Chamber??

He's just so solitary, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel to make them realistically interact. I'm straight up cursing myself for liking this guy HE'S SO MENTALLY TAXING.

Now that that's out of the way, we're back! Here's another 7k long post for you guys!

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

You hadn’t eaten in almost fifteen hours. And though you didn’t realise it at the time, your stomach made sure you knew it, and rudely awoke you from your slumber as a harsh reminder of your mistake. With a deep angry sigh, you laid on your back and lamented this stupid body.

First, it accepts a foreign solid object into its nervous system and allows it to make non reversible and destructible changes, enough to classify you as a threat. Now it has the gall to ask for food?

…

Maybe you weren’t all there yet.

You looked to your right to notice a fuzzy ball of blue pressed up against a dull pillow of grey, your blurry vision slowly adjusting to the strands that stuck out. Right, it was Neon. And you weren’t selfish enough to wake her up to get you food.

And so, with major reluctance, like a bear waking up from hibernation, you were forced to move and nourish yourself.

❤ฺ·。

Thankfully, the kitchen was empty.

You walked through the common room earlier. It was empty as well, but there was this odd sensation of a pair of eyes watching you. Like it was some omnipresent, supernatural being. Fused into the environment. And you made the obvious choice of getting the hell out of there.

You were already cursed, you weren’t about to tamper with the spirits and anger them.

With a deep sigh, you turned to the fridge and ignored the pretty sight in front of you. Nearly as golden as yesterday, but because the sun had only begun to rise, the hue was much calmer.

Maybe, now that you had free time, you’d finally get around to cooking yourself breakfast that wasn’t tea and whatever thing you had lying around from the night before. With only one arm to work with, it sounded like a strenuous task to take on.

You looked around, finding all kinds of food. For a moment, it baffled you. Indian food, Australian food, American, eastern asian, african, everything. Even some of the fruit and vegetables left you confused, not when you barely stepped foot outside of your own culture.

But most importantly; were you even allowed to touch this food? None of it was yours, even the raw stuff. Huh, maybe this is why your mother really didn’t want you to move out.

Speaking of your mum, you should probably get to contacting your parents.

Then, you heard someone clear their throat behind you, making you jump and look back. But relief instantly filled you at the sight of Yoru. And this, he caught on to, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Morning…”

He stretched his arm between you and the fridge and moved you away until you were at a comfortable distance, before finally accessing the sanctuary of food. All without touching you. For a moment, you couldn’t tell whether this was impressive or not. 

Did he just hate people or you specifically?

“I’m surprised you showed up after yesterday.”

You shrunk, watching him diligently observe the shelves. Probably for his own plate of food.

“I was hoping everyone was asleep, and, uh… Guess I was wrong, huh?”

You awkwardly chuckled, but Yoru didn’t react.

“I’d bury myself if I were you,” he slammed the door of the fridge and blankly met your gaze, “no offence.”

Then, he walked off, boiling some water as he set the plate on the counter. Not a hint of amicability in any word that left his mouth. You watched him in silence for a moment, before crossing your arms and sighing.

“Thanks, that helps.”

“I’m just being honest.”

Being honest, huh? Yeah. Sounds like a thin veil to insult you.

Once he stepped away and set his food on the table, you quickly took this chance to wash your own cup, preparing to make yourself tea. You really didn’t want to talk to him (or anyone), not when he was as welcoming as a feral cat. But again, this is the same guy who helped you quit your job. Actions speak louder than words, right?

"Neon told us about you yesterday."

"She didn't say anything bad, did she? I'll kill her, if so!"

He silently approached and poured himself tea, before walking off to his table.

"You think you're cursed?"

You sighed in relief, before taking the kettle into your own hand.

"It's not obvious? It's only been two days and everything bad that could happen, happened."

"How?"

You set down your hot cup with a loud clunk, glancing at him from behind. Now, Yoru was sitting on one of the circular tables. Chopsticks and bowl of food in hand, leaning back on his chair, he didn’t share your passion for the situation whatsoever.

"You're kidding, right? Look around! I destroyed the roof in the training room in front of Harbour and that green haired one, Viper and Neon suddenly switched and hated the nectar they liked before, and you watched me get yelled at by my boss. Now, you're here!"

His eyes darted towards yours.

"What?"

"I– I mean, I wanted to be alone, but you showed up. Nothing against you!"

…

He looked away.

"Sounds tough."

Yoru turned his gaze away and lifted a piece of broccoli, daintily biting it. Seeing this, and with no other choice, you took your cup of scalding hot tea and approached his table.

"Also, they figured out what that thing is."

"What thing?"

"The nectar. Fade saw it. It's liquified fear."

You held the back of your chair, staring at him in silence.

"What?"

"Yeah. You just reminded Viper of her biggest mistake. Why do you think she looked so mad?"

With an awkward chuckle, you sat down, mortification flooding every inch of you. From his vacant expression and monotone voice, it didn’t sound like he was mocking you for your mistake, either. Just letting you know, because, why not?

"You're kidding, right?"

"No."

You clutched your temple with a deep sigh, mumbling a few words in Tagalog under your breath. You just reminded Viper of her biggest mistake, he said. The same woman studying your hand and helping you out. Not only her, but also Harbour and Neon. Now it made sense why she mentioned something about an abundance of electricity, and why Harbour was so quick to leave the scene after Viper asked him to describe the sample.

Yoru simply sat in front of you, swallowing a piece of flavourful salmon before he spoke up once more.

"What're you gonna do?"

"I... I don't know. I guess I– I'll wait for Harbour until we get this under control."

"You'll wait for Harbour?"

"Yeah... Not like I have any other choice. But it's all so much to learn..."

"Tch. Like what?"

"Everything! I have to learn how to use a gun, position myself, communicate, use my bracelet, and that's not even scratching the surface! I saw what Brimstone wrote in his email earlier!"

You met his gaze angrily, but he didn’t seem bothered.

"Oh, yeah. That. If you’re so clueless, then stop just letting things happen. Say something."

He picked up a small portion of white rice and ate it, watching confusion take over you. What kind of suggestion was that? You thought.

"How?"

"Tell him you want to practise taking control of your bracelet first."

"I can't do that! How would I even tell him?"

"‘Harbour, I want to take things slow. Help me with my bracelet first, then the guns.'"

He took a few edamame beans, biting down with a shrug.

"It's not that hard."

You shook your head and crossed your arms.

He wasn’t joking, was he?

"What if he says no?"

"He won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I know him."

"What if Viper or Brimstone say no?!"

"They don't have a say in this."

"But then I'd be delaying things!"

"Gekko's been training for a month and he's still in the same place as you."

He met your gaze and pointed at you with his chopsticks, a piece of salmon in between.

“The one with the green hair.”

Then, he took a bite. All while holding in the urge to call you spineless. Not so soon.

It took you a moment to think of anything else to say. Everything that left your mouth was shut down instantaneously, and you weren’t even given a moment to elaborate on it given how cut and dry his answers were. How would you even talk with someone like him? He practically took all of the answers and laid them out in front of you. Clear as the sun.

And you had customer service skills.

"Are you making up stuff to make it look like you're right, or are you really being truthful?"

"Are you calling me a liar, lady?"

He snapped, and you were taken aback by this sudden bout of aggression.

"Okay! Okay, I'll– I'll try it. I'll tell him. But if he says no, it's on you!"

He rolled his eyes and ate a small piece of cucumber.

"Whatever."

You stared at him for a few seconds, completely forgetting the hunger you felt. How were you meant to deal with someone like this?

In terms of conversation, Yoru was rude. Very rude. But in terms of actions, he was helping you to an exponential degree. Giving you a clear-cut answer to everything, and not giving you a chance to feed into your anxiety. As outlandish as this thought sounded, you couldn’t help but ask yourself.

Was Yoru being… nice?

"Are you usually like this?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"You're so weird. You look like you can’t stand me, but you're helping me out. Is there something going on? Did Neon tell you anything yesterday?"

"I wanted to train yesterday. But I couldn't."

He stirred his fluffy rice.

"I don't want you to ruin any other place I frequent."

"And... you're doing that by helping me?"

"Yeah."

…

Is that it? Nothing else, no hidden motives? He just didn’t want you to get in his way, and somehow went about it in the most unexpected way possible. Had you known, you would’ve expected him to cuss you out and call it a day.

And nobody has an issue with this…?

Yoru really was a walking oxymoron, wasn’t he? And you couldn't help but be even more curious about him, finally taking the cup of tea into your hand.

"Thanks, I guess."

He threw you a quick hum of acknowledgement.

❤ฺ·。

Boarding the same vehicle you first arrived in, you were taken far, far away to a remote island made up of a single valley that stretched out until the ocean halted its path. You hopped out of the vehicle into a field of grass and nervously looked around, checking for any sign of fauna. And it's not like it was difficult either. There were absolutely no mountains in sight. Aside from a few insects, naught was found.

Harbour jumped out behind you, taking a deep breath with a wide smile on his face, as if you didn't just destroy a portion of the base yesterday.

"Look at this place, it's perfect, waiting to be squashed! How's your arm, friend?"

You awkwardly smiled, meeting his gaze. He held two guns in each hand, and just this sight made you nervous for what's to come.

"The drug's wearing off..."

"Good, good, we can take it step by step, then. Let's get started with the scans Viper handed me, first. Can you hold this for me?"

And as if he was giving you a piece of candy, he held out his hand, a Ghost in his grip waiting to be grabbed by you. You cleared your throat and slowly took it with your right hand, your fingers wrapping around the grip. One wrong move, and both of you could be squashed. Damn you for wearing the bracelet on your main hand, right?

You stared at the gun while he took out a suitcase, processing the fact that it was a real weapon. Forget the bracelet, just pulling the trigger could cause injury, or death. Should you be holding something like this?

"So, uh, Harbour, I was thinking, and..."

You swallowed, meeting his gaze whilst he fumbled with the open bag, now set on the ground. He waited for you to continue, but the words just wouldn't come out.

"What is it?"

"I think we should–"

How hard was it just to tell him?!

"I think we should focus on my hand first!"

...

Harbour stood up and raised an eyebrow, papers in hand. Their contents were obscured on account of the angle he held them in.

"You've never used a gun before?"

"Uh, no?"

He shrugged, holding out his hand once more.

"That's fair. Give me that back, and we'll get to it when you're ready."

You blinked, staring at him in shock.

Wow, he listened! So, Yoru was right, huh? Maybe the people here aren't as rigid as the ones back home...

Immediately, you shook your head and handed him his gun back, pushing those thoughts out of your head. Don't think about it, else your luck will be jinxed and you'd probably squash the VLT/R by accident.

"So, what's that?"

"This, my friend, are your X-rays. Left and right arm. See this?"

He placed both papers right next to each other on the ground. With the calm winds that barely managed to sway a strand of hair on your heads, it was safe to say they wouldn't be blown away any time soon. Now, you could see clearly the difference between your left and right arm.

"These extra lines here are your brand new nerves; made and connected to the stem. Some sensory, some motor. Mostly motor. Do you know what that means?"

You stared at him with a forced smile, non-verbally telling him you hated these pauses. The suspension killed you. Literally, if you moved one finger.

"Okay, okay, it means that you'll be able to voluntarily control parts of your bracelet. Like a muscle."

You tilted your head with a more natural smile. 'Bracelet' and 'like a muscle' sounded so wrong together.

"What?"

"How do you move this arm?"

He pointed at your left arm. And you lifted your elbow in confusion, rotating your hand repeatedly.

"I, uh, I just move it, I guess?"

"Exactly, and how do you move parts of the bracelet?"

...

"Just like you would with a muscle! You just have to find out where, and the search begins here."

He pointed at your right wrist on the paper where most of the extra nerves lay. Like roots, they spread out viciously across your entire arm towards your shoulder, before the picture was cut off. You could barely understand what he meant on account of your clouded frame of mind, but it was worth a try, right?

You turned towards the empty field and held out your right hand, working to move every possible muscle.

"You have to forgive me, I'm not really a biology guy."

"Could've fooled me. What are you into, then?"

"History! Everything history. Name anything, and there's an astronomically high chance I know about it."

You winced once you moved the wrong muscle, quickly relaxing your hand once more. It felt like a finger was shoved deep between the bones of your wrist, before pulling away. Was that it?

"Fun... And what about this place? You're sure this island has no animals I'll inevitably kill?"

"Oh no, no chance. There used to be a chemical weapons plant on this island many years ago, and the fumes from that killed all of the wildlife. Nothing to worry about."

Nothing to worry about? He sounded unnaturally upbeat as he explained this, like a professor at a university who was too happy about his job. No wonder he was the coach, he was just so pleasant to be around even while discussing macabre topics.

"What country was it?"

"That I don't remember, but I know it was around when World War One took place." 

Good, good. So, nothing else was dying at your hand. Fumbling around with your fingers for a few seconds as you both chatted, you didn't find any 'nerve points', so to speak. All you did was tense the muscles on your wrist, arch your fingers and loosen them.

“So, you have an artefact, I have this thing, is there anyone else like us?”

“Well, Astra is one of us, but her whole arm is made of gold. Last she told me, it had something to do with a pond, but not much else was said.”

You perked up at this, looking at him from the corner of your eye.

“She has a golden arm? That sounds so much cooler.”

You took the two X-rays and set them side by side. Comparing both arms, you noted down where the prevalent nerves were and worked to gain control over them. Progress has been naught so far, so you might as well, right?

“Wait til’ you see what’s under the gold. I won't tell you, though!”

“Lame! So, anyone else?”

“Let me think… Oh, Yoru has his samurai mask that he painted over.”

He said the last part between gritted teeth. And with a giggle that interrupted him, you silenced yourself and waited for him to continue his sentence.

…

“...And?”

He shrugged, confused at your expectant look.

“I don’t know. Guy keeps to himself, I can't get more than two words out of him.”

“Oh… Wait, aren’t you the coach around here?”

Why was he so okay with one of his subordinates being so conceited, then? With you, sure. You were a newbie. But him?

“He’s like that with everyone. You should see how Brimstone gets when they talk, it’s like getting blood out of a stone!” he stifled his chuckle, “I have to step in sometimes, but it’s hilarious to watch.”

“And you guys are okay with it?”

“Ehh, well, yes. It’s not really the end of the world. Besides, he makes up for it.”

How could he possibly make up for it? Being rude is– well, it’s being rude, there’s no way to–

Then, a shadow emerged above both of you. But before it could strike, you immediately loosened the point, and it fused back into the air like nothing happened.

"Wait, wait– I think I found it!"

It felt like you could somehow, instead of moving a whole set of muscles, you could move them individually. Even the ones buried deep within, shifting towards the bracelet. You tensed one muscle once more. And there, you could see the shadow form. But when the pressure was kept steady, so was the silhouette, and it stood still like a cloud looming over both of you.

"This is amazing!"

You cried out in joy, Harbour smiling.

"Congratulations! So, think you can move that away? I'd like to live another day, please."

"Oh, right– right, yeah, sorry."

You awkwardly giggled, and worked on moving the silhouette far away to a safe distance. Harbour promptly walked to your right, his arms crossed. His sarcasm was just too much for you.

"No worries. Now, with only a few more days of practise, you'll be squashing the invaders like they're flies on command! Exciting, don’t you think?"

You shared his joy for a moment, before meeting his gaze with a certain amount of concern.

"You're joking, right?"

"...Sure. Now, back to work!"

You sighed, bringing up your hand with your fingers stretched apart. 

This is gonna be a long day.

❤ฺ·。

You’d been training for a while, and now that they deemed it fit, after three days in the protocol, you were finally able to meet Neon’s friends. And by ‘they’, it was just everyone other than the administration. To them, meeting you took more priority than giving you a name, a room, and trying to understand your abilities properly.

“I can’t wait for you to meet everyone! If Raze wasn’t so tired, she’d definitely be throwing you a party right now.”

You sighed, barely able to keep your own eyelids up, let alone your entire body to walk down the never ending hallway.

“I’m not in the mood for parties, Tal– uh, Neon.”

“And that’s where you’re lucky! Congratulations! Maybe things are turning around for you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, her joy simply too contagious. Maybe they were.

“I know, you can tell how excited I am.”

You lifted your hand, nectar oozing off of it like your arm had a bath all out of its own volition. With your powers now seemingly under control, the dosage Viper gave you this time around was much less potent. And thanks to this, you were able to produce whatever cursed perfume the bracelet can make.

“Can I, uh, have some tissues?”

“Sure, here.”

“Yo, what’s that smell?”

The doorway stood merely a few metres away from you. And even at such distance, you could still hear one of the guys announce. And unfortunately for you, that voice was dreadfully familiar. You stopped, catching Neon’s attention.

“Uh oh, that sounds like…”

“Oh, that’s Gekko. He’s chill, don’t worry.”

“Gekko? The one with the green hair? He’s the one who saw me destroy the roof with Harbour!”

Neon rolled her eyes and grabbed your left wrist, pulling you towards her.

“Hoy, relax, Y/N. They’ve probably forgotten about it by now, you know how fast things happen around here?”

Not fast enough, apparently. Gekko was still in training, if Yoru was correct.

“Okay, but promise you’ll be there.”

“I’m not going anywhere! Now, let’s get you some tissues before this smell kills me.”

Judging by that sentence, the hallway probably started to stink of adobo, enough to send her into a delirious state of hunger, and… enough to catch the attention of the ones in the cafeteria, unfortunately.

You walked through the doorway, eyes rapidly darting to every table. Contrasting the empty sight you’d gotten used to, now, the cafeteria was stuffed with people split into their respective friend groups. Everyone wearing their own bright sets of colours, it was like a congregation of pretty butterflies. Even Harbour sat with others you couldn’t recognise, and…

Yoru.

Amongst all of them, he stuck out. Really stuck out.

Thank god, you thought. The mere sight of Yoru made you feel at ease, despite his incredibly unfriendly expression as he watched his friends chat. And by the looks of things, he contributed absolutely nothing to the conversation, either.

Neon wasn’t lying when she said there’s plenty of them, huh?

“Here,”

Neon called out, handing you a few tissues to wipe your hand with. But before you could thank her, you were promptly interrupted by an enthusiastic voice from the table the Japanese sat at.

“Neon, over here!”

One of the women called out, excitedly waving her hand to catch the attention of both of you. And unfortunately for you, she was one of the ones you’d never seen before. Her, and everyone who sat around her.

“That’s Raze,"

“That’s her name?”

“Trust me, Y/N, you’re the odd one out, here. Anyway, come on!”

You rolled your eyes and followed, wiping your hand in the process. And just by touching a single finger, half of the tissue had already gotten soaked with the liquid, and the smell unfortunately spread even further.

Just approaching the table, you could feel the eyes of everyone on you, a smile lifting each and every one of their lips. Despite their amiable expressions, it still made you nervous to be thrust into the spotlight so quickly. All, but the one who needn’t be named, at this point. The one with the white hair immediately perked up, excited by your very presence.

“Hey! You’re the new one, right? Where were you the whole time?!”

You smiled awkwardly and sat down right next to her, only now noticing that each of them were actually eating food. Mostly empty plates and plastic wrappings around them, of course, but it was a surprise, nonetheless.

“I was, uh, getting examined and… you know, training, and stuff.”

“Psh, I mean, we all train, but I’ve never seen someone train so hard we never see them. Not even Yoru! This must be serious, yeah?”

You raised an eyebrow, staring at her in confusion. Wasn’t a portion of the building destroyed because of you literally the day before? That wasn’t to mention the news stories that spread around after your hand was imprinted on that hill. Huh, maybe Neon was right about things going fast around here. 

Pun not intended.

“Neon told us all about you, yesterday! Is it true you have a shapeshifting bracelet? Is it tech? Can I see it?!”

Another perked up, clearly excited. And despite her incredibly harsh german accent, you somehow managed to dig out the words.

It took you a moment to even comprehend what she said, before slowly lifting your right hand and revealing said bracelet. The wet tissues were held in a way that wouldn’t obscure what they were observing. Clearly, she was disappointed that it wasn’t tech and instead a plant.

But before anyone could actually make a comment, Gekko coughed and cleared his throat, covering the lower half of his face with a hand.

“Yo, seriously, anyone smell that?”

“Smell what? All I smell is Raze.”

Killjoy said, and you were immediately perplexed at what she meant.

“Tch. No wonder Gekko can’t breathe, then.”

Yoru scoffed, earning a playful eye-roll from Raze.

“Come on! My bombs don’t smell that bad. Sure, sometimes they’re suffocating, but nothing that would hurt, you know?”

“Hoy, don’t get your hopes up. It’s just the stuff from her hand. It’s like, nectar, or something.”

Neon pointed at your hand and unintentionally guided all of their eyes towards you all over again. With an awkward chuckle, you tossed the wet tissues on the table, working to shift their attention to it instead.

“The smell’s in, uh, this thing.”

Gekko grabbed one tissue and smelled it, coughing and promptly tossing it away.

“Okay– bad idea, bad idea.”

Jett took it, stuffing it into her nose and taking the biggest sniff ever. Unlike Gekko, who successfully suffocated himself, she was instead met with a heavenly aroma.

“Mmmm, it smells like a fresh spring breeze after a hard day’s work! My favourite!”

“Ugh, this feels like that mission with Viper all over again!”

You quickly nudged Neon’s, bringing yourself closer to her in order to not be heard.

“Is he okay?!”

“Yeah! He just has asthma, don’t worry about it.”

Neon looked back to her friends as they chatted, before her eyes widened in realisation.

“Uh– wait, now that I think about it, you probably shouldn’t be working with him–”

Then, a loud, familiar and enthusiastic voice interrupted the conversation; all of you looking up to see Harbour standing behind Killjoy and Raze; giving you a clear vision of him. Of course, despite everything that happened, the sight of him inspired dread more than anything else.

“Y/N, ready to get back to training?”

…

You weakly smiled, the words ‘I’m exhausted and I want to spend all day in bed, please,’ lodged in your throat.

It had been almost six hours of pure vigorous training on that island, and you’d only had a thirty minute break. But you’d just asked Harbour to take it slow, and with that entire time you could’ve spent learning how to use a gun; you instead used up all of it on learning how to use your hand. So, how could you say no?

And so, despite your heavy eye-lids and inability to hold your head up, you nodded, and pulled all of your weight to stand.

Then, another familiar voice interrupted this conversation.

“You guys trained all day. How does a break sound?”

Yoru said, twisting the spiked bracelet he wore. Eyes locked on it, he didn't acknowledge your existence.

“A break? Yeah, I could use one right now, actually. As long as Y/N’s up for it.”

Uh oh.

“Great! It sounds, uh, sounds great! I– I can do that.”

“Good, I’ll see you tonight, then. Astra! How about that one book you recommended?”

Harbour promptly walked off, a dark-skinned woman wearing purple and gold attire immediately following along. You stared at Yoru for a few seconds, but the moment you opened your mouth was also the moment he stood up and walked off, earning an angry look from Raze.

“Come on, we just sat down!”

“Bathroom. Sorry.”

With a single turn, Yoru disappeared thanks to the doorway that did him a favour and concealed all of him. And this time, you really weren't sure what to think about him. But one thing you were sure of;

with his quickness and convenient timing, Yoru absolutely didn’t leave for the bathroom.

❤ฺ·。

It had been a few days since that whole debacle took place. And in those few days, though you were training, you still spent time with Neon’s friends and even clicked with a select few of them as things settled. You had your own room, you were assigned a proper name, and your bracelet’s capabilities were narrowed down in a comprehensible list. However, despite all of this, you never thanked Yoru for what he’d done.

Whenever you’d see him, it would be like seeing a wild cicada; it would only last a few seconds before he’d walk off. Minus the noise that cicadas make, of course. Which is partly why you’re so excited to have finally caught him in the training range, alone, rapidly shooting down a bunch of bots. And with only one bullet used for each one, his aim was dangerously accurate.

Not that it concerned you, right now.

“Hey, Yoru!”

“Hey.”

He greeted back. So quietly, you nearly didn’t catch it since it was drowned out by the echoes of the bullets, combined with the bots heads’ loudly breaking with each shot. Yoru straightened his back and met your gaze, easing his grip on the Vandal. However, using its muzzle, he pointed at your bracelet.

“That hand under control?”

You eagerly nodded, and he went back to shooting, ready to disregard you.

“Great.”

“Hey, also, thanks for helping me out again, I don’t think things would’ve been as smooth if you didn’t step in.”

Just by the way he furrowed his brow, you could tell he wasn’t exactly pleased with this. The moment of silence was interrupted with a loud gunshot, another bot falling to the ground.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

He took another shot in silence, leaving you confused. And though you waited for him to bring up whatever bothered him and continue his sentence, as expected; naught was said.

“Uh… what? Did I say something wrong?”

“No. I just don’t think you took my advice.”

“Why not? I did what you told me to do, and we focused on my hand first.”

Yoru fired one final shot, another bot collapsing. Then, he took out the empty magazine and met your gaze.

“I told you not to let everyone walk all over you, A/N. I told you to speak.”

You were perplexed even further. Was he not listening to what you were saying, or just intentionally ignored it to make it look like he has a point to prove?

“I did! I told Harbour to take it slow, just like you said!”

“And you were ready to get back to training right after that.”

Almost instantly, you were left with your counter-argument lodged in your throat. As much as you wanted to defend yourself, he had a point there. You were exhausted, couldn’t even focus on a simple conversation, but you didn’t say anything. And thus, didn’t take his advice… or whatever he said. But this wasn’t an overnight change, you thought. You couldn’t just switch like that.

You crossed your arms, growing irritated.

“So? Look, you helped me, and I’m saying thanks. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Tch. Whatever.”

…

What the hell is this guy’s problem?! You clenched your fists, barely able to keep yourself from raising your voice. And with his mildly irked expression that didn’t change throughout this entire conversation; you were all the more annoyed.

“Are you in the mood to fight, or something?”

“No, but I’m not going to brownnose you like everyone else, lady. I’m telling you what nobody else can.”

Your eyes widened, and you saw red. Who does he think he is?!

“You’re not a hero for insulting me, Yoru! If you have something to say, then say it!”

You pointed at him condescendingly as you spoke, treating him the same way he treated you; less. With how vast and large the training room was, your increasingly loud voice began to echo. A massive contrast to how calm and monotone he was.

Surprisingly enough, pointing at him seemed to have evoked a reaction other than ‘mildly irritated’, and Yoru now shared your anger. You asked for the truth, and god knows you’d get it.

“Fine. Being around you pisses me off, A/N. this ‘unlucky’ gimmick you won’t shut up about is just a scapegoat.”

“What’re you trying to say?”

“For god's sake, I’m saying you’re spineless!”

He snapped, and you stared at him in shock. It took you a few seconds to even find the right words to say.

“Spineless? What the hell is wrong with you?! You’re acting like I wanted all of this to happen to me!”

“Get the hell over it. Things happen to all of us, but we're not moaning nonstop about it.”

His voice returned to its normal pitch, to your surprise. In fact, it was a bit quieter, and he spoke through gritted teeth. You hadn’t noticed that Yoru pulled out another magazine and inserted it into the Vandal, angling his body back to the bots. And with that, he took his time to aim, prepared to shoot.

“Prove me wrong. Frankly, I’m doing you a favour by telling you all of this.”

At this point, you couldn’t think properly from how much you wanted to squash him then and there. Prove him wrong, he said? Fine. Why be peaceful when he was sniffing out a fight like a starving rat in the dark?

You slammed your hand against the big red button to your right. And with a loud and prolonged ding, training was halted, and he was forced to focus all of his attention on you.

“Okay, you’ve had your piece, but it’s only fair I also have mine, right?”

Yoru gently set his Vandal down on the counter in front of you and begrudgingly met your gaze, crossing his arms. He wasn’t amused.

“I don’t care how high and mighty you think you are, but I’m not gonna let a corny egomaniac like you talk to me like that!” You pointed at his chest as you spoke. But gradually, with each word, you resorted to poking him in a patronising manner. “Just because you stand around all mysteriously and stay quiet all the time doesn’t mean you’re better than me, you stupid son of a b–”

A red ball immediately shot out of your bracelet, swiftly dodged by Yoru.

And with a loud splat, it slammed against the wall, slowly sliding towards the ground as clear fluids seeped out of it like an incredibly wet towel. You both stared at it for a few seconds, sharing each others’ astonishment. 

But it wasn’t until he met your gaze, donning an incredibly smug expression he absolutely did not try to hide. Without words, you knew he was mocking you.

“Bravo. Or whatever Chamber says.”

He placed both hands in his pockets and walked off behind you towards the doorway, leaving you in your own little bubble of terror to process. That little bomb you shot out saved you from having to crawl to Sage with a broken finger, he thought. That’s for sure. But for once, he’d keep his mouth shut and say something more appropriate.

“If you’re smart, you’d think about what I said.”

His footsteps faded away with each passing second you spent scrutinising the ‘bomb’.

Slowly, you walked towards it, taking in its appearance. And it didn’t look like a traditional bomb, even by the standards of your alien bracelet. Was it even a bomb?

It lay in a pile of clear liquid produced by it. And if your assumptions were correct, it was the same nectar that would emit scent. Like a rat king, each green section of this unfamiliar plant connected at the centre and formed a demented yet pretty circle of red and green, nectar oozing off of each tentacle.

What the hell kind of demonic flower is this…?

However, even though you were observing something you’d never seen in your life produced by you, you still couldn’t help but think about that a-hole. Psh. Not unlucky, he said. Just spineless. You asked for your life to be completely lost by accepting the gift from Manuel, right?

You sighed, furious. Whatever. The important thing is; you just discovered something new. And you needed to find out where the trigger was to shoot out those… er, bomb things.

You observed the slew of plants for the next few minutes, probably hours, all of your attention completely locked on it. But you still didn’t touch it out of fear. So much so, you didn’t notice that there was a figure staring at you from behind as it stood next to the doorway in silence.

Until he cleared his throat.

You jumped and looked back, but the apology got stuck in your throat once you saw an ominous figure enveloped in darkness, a purple hood concealing the person’s pitch black features. Of course, that wasn’t to mention the three cyan slits where its face should be, facing you like a predator in a dark, dark forest.

“A/N, right?”

…

“I’m Omen.”

It clicked.

He’s Omen?! You’ve heard his name dropped a few times, even saw it written on the scoreboard while training, but he– You immediately cleared your throat, standing up properly and awkwardly positioning yourself to cover the plant.

“Omen! I heard about you. You’re…” you looked him up and down, nervously smiling, “you look, uh, unique…?”

“I get that a lot.”

You noticed the slits in his face expand horizontally. Subtle, but in the darkness, it was hard to not notice. Was that supposed to be his way of smiling…?

“I heard yelling in here from the other room. Are you okay?”

Ugh. 

You crossed your arms, frustrated all over again.

“You were in the common room?”

“Of course, by the fireplace. I always sit there.”

…

“Oh, really? Sorry…” 

You immediately felt guilty at the fact you’d bothered him enough to have forced him up to check on you. And with how quiet that area was at this time of day, it must’ve been extra irritating to listen to.

He stepped out of the shadows and moved towards you; a black vapour emitted from his hood before disappearing into the air. And though this was terrifying since it was a literal ghost walking towards you, the way he moved somehow looked… zen. Each step gentle, letting out as little noise as possible.

He had the same aura as Sage, but stronger. Tranquil and peaceful. The exact opposite as to how you felt currently.

Then, he stopped next to you, allowing the light above to shine upon whatever features there were. And still, you couldn’t really see what he was really made of, outside of the clothes, armour and bandages that covered him.

He pointed to what you were supposed to be hiding.

“What’s this?”

Your eyes widened, flushing.

“That’s– that’s uh, you know, it’s a funny story, actually…”

“Oh, it’s new?”

He knelt down and poked the plant, immediately making you panic.

“Wait, uh, Omen, I don’t think you should–”

The red tentacles stuck on the stem promptly wrapped around his finger, holding onto it for dear life. Effectively, his finger was stuck, and the nectar spread on it made it much easier to trap him.

Uh oh.

“Hm…”

Omen tried to pull away, but even you could tell he struggled. Somehow, now, the main stem of it merged itself onto the metal ground as if it sprouted from it moments prior. And with this sturdy support; it successfully kept the wraith in place.

“It has a death grip. It could trap whoever steps in it.”

And just like that, the black mist that formed his finger disintegrated into nothing, allowing him to easily escape its grasp. Within the next second, he gathered a small amount of his shadows to ‘regrow’ the lost limb, standing up and meeting your gaze.

Right, you forgot that you were talking to a GHOST. Normal stuff, right? How silly of you to forget.

“Now we figured out what kind of plant your bracelet is made of.”

You perked up at this.

“Really?”

“This is sundew. Carnivorous, last I heard. You should tell Viper about this.”

Ugh, Viper? Right now? The thought of asking Viper about this absolutely left your mind the moment it entered. You just weren’t in the mood to take up her time with something unimportant like this. Who knows, she could be–

Wait, but doesn’t that mean Yoru was right?

You immediately shook your head. Whatever, that jerk has no place in your mind. Or anywhere near you, for that matter.

“I– I think I'll ask her about it later. She has a mission going on and stuff, I don’t want to bother her.”

He stared at you. And with only the slits to go off of, you had no idea what was going through his mind. Then, he tilted his head.

“Are you certain? This seems… important. Does she make you uncomfortable?”

You smiled and waved him off, slightly blushing.

“Omen! She’s the last person who would make me uncomfortable. I already bothered you enough with all the yelling, I promise I’ll deal with it on my own, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

He stared at you for a few seconds, before nodding. Though, with the awkward motion of it, he seemed incredibly unconvinced.

“If you say so. But, just to make sure, does this have to do with Yoru?”

…

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve seen you talk to him for a few mornings when you first arrived here. You two seem to click together.”

That was him?!

“Yeah, click together, sure…”

Should you tell Omen about the argument? But it would be weird, wouldn’t it? It would be awkward to admit you got in an argument on your first week… Especially with Yoru. And everyone here seems to make excuses for how crass he was, for some reason. Why would anyone tolerate this type of behaviour? Especially Viper.

You sighed, awkwardly scratching at your bracelet.

“I’ll– I’ll try to get this under control, probably with Harbour. Thanks for the talk, and stuff. See you later!”

You called out, immediately marching towards the exit and disappearing before another word could be exchanged. Omen was left alone in the training range, and god knows you felt bad.

[ironyscleverer]

Can I do a little rant about Nate Shelley for a sec? Im gonna rant about Nate Shelley for a sec. Just becuase for a show about masculinity and healthy relationships and self-love, I HATED how they handled his character arc so fucking much.

Nate starts off in season 1 as this meek, nerdy, short, chubby Asian man who's routinely bullied by the guys (players) that he works for. He's very specifically disrespected becuase he's not conventionally masculine. It's important to note that Asian guys especially are emasculated a lot in society, doubly so if you're shy and/or brainy like Nate is.

But then once he starts getting a little respect and attention from Ted, we first get to see his confidence grow, but then we also start to see a nastier side of him emerge. He uses his new position of power to feed his insecurities and he becomes vindictive, cruel and resentful. He takes it out on his players, his former bullies, but even then he chooses the weakest person to pick on (ie Colin, who's a closeted queer man as we discover later).

And I actually think this part of the arc is really well done and interesting; it feels very real and throughout season 2, even though he's absolutely horrible, I can still see how it's stemming from a place of pain and bitterness. Being part of a system that abuses and disrespects you, especially when race is a factor, can really turn people sour and warp their perception of reality. Frankly, I think I would have a lot less sympathy for Nate's character if he was just another resentful white man, but his being brown really adds a lot of layers to the character.

And it's important to note that even once he becomes a coach Nate still suffers becuase of how he presents himself! The people at Richmond do occasionally make jabs at him (Jan Maas and the suit), and you can't tell me the situation at the Greek restaurant wasn't some kind of racist power trip. Even though he has more systemic power now, he still doesn't get respect becuase of how he exists in the world.

In that context, his choice to go work for Rupert at the end of season 2 makes complete sense. Richmond was a toxic environment for him given his past experiences there, and he was not going to get the mentorship or understand that he needed. I hoped that his season 3 redemption arc would involve him untangling his victim complex, learning to trust and stand up for himself, and looking out for people who are weaker than him (so basically this fic lmao). Basically, I wanted him to step up to the challenge of being a head coach and really confront his insecurities and their roots. Maybe he could've talked to another coach of color or something. I don't know.

The direction they went in with Nate in season 3 was so frustrating to me because he ends up right back where he started at the beginning of the show; at Richmond, working as a kit man for a bunch of white people. Sure, he's forgiven by Ted and he learns his lesson about power, but none of the actual, very understandable hurts on his end are really addressed. He's right back to the same environment he was in before, sans locker room bullying. He isn't allowed to grow or distance himself from that chapter of his life. (the writers also decided to just give him a girlfriend and make that fix everythin which I don't appreciate, but that's another essay entirely).

If I had it my way, I would have had him do the whole scene with coach Beard, reconcile with Ted, but respecfully tell them that he can't go back to Richmond. There's too much history there, and even if they've forgiven each other, it would be a bad environment for him. Then Nate and Ted/Beard/others can have a new relationship as equals, built on respect, rather than a boss/employee dynamic. But maybe that's just me being delusional.

Anyway, in conclusion, Nate deserved a better ending and I'm disappointed that they didn't give it to him. Thank you for reading this completely unedited rant, I may do another in the future about Ted Lasso's queer rep or its female characters. Lmk if you want to hear it.