#and refuses to admit she most definitely fucked up as a mother

[taelortot]

The sun and the moon part zero

Walk with me for a second, yeah? So I was thinking, which is always a bad idea (according to my mother).

College student Megumi and his bimbo girlfriend would be a perfect match. At first It definitely threw his friends and passerby’s through a loop. He’s wearing all black with his little scene haircut, resting bitch face, looking angry at the world. While his dressed in all pink, short skirt, crop top, 5 inch heels girlfriend holds his hand, skipping down the campus sidewalk. She’s talking his ear off in that high pitched voice, a voice that megumi refuses to say he’s in love with. She giggles and bounces, making her tits nearly pop out of her top. She would smack her bubblegum and blow obnoxiously large bubbles just because she can. Begging her boyfriend for iced coffee with a “pleeaaseee gumiiiii” a small pout on her lips “I neeeed it” and who is he to say no to that cute little face? Those glossy pouty lips that he loves to kiss, tasting her cherry flavored lipgloss.

And he would never ever admit it, but god he nearly melts like a popsicle on a summer day when she calls him “Gumi”. He wouldn’t even make a noise as he nod his head, pulling out his wallet and paying for her daily coffee. A slight upturn to one side of his lips as he listens to her squeal with excitement.

The attitude was a different story. Megumi had his own way of dealing with her attitude, and y/n would love it. Always pushing his buttons to see how much she could get away with. Megumi didn’t mind it as much as his friends thought he would. Simply giving a a single look would put her in her place. A look that said “shut the fuck up before I make you”. A single look that y/n knew, she knew if she didn’t stop whatever she was doing, there would be a punishment waiting for her when they got back home. And as much as y/n loves punishments, she loved to be praised more. But!!!! On the off day that she was feeling a little risky, she would ignore Megumis look. Pushing his buttons, doing anything she could to get a reaction from him.

But our dear gumi would didn’t care who was watching, not one bit. Taking his thick, large hand and wrapping it around his small girlfriend’s pretty little neck. Giving her enough of a squeeze, along with a deadly look in his eyes, to stop whatever antagonizing behavior his little girl was doing. “You want to continue, baby?” He would ask, his voice low and full of threats he would most definitely follow through with. A small whimper would fall from those pretty little lips, testing every little bit of control the man has. A small shake to her head was enough to appease him, tightening his grip for just a second before releasing her. He would turn back to whatever he was doing as if he just didn’t do the most dominating thing he could to his girlfriend right in front of his friends.

It would leave y/n a little pouty (and a little damp), but that wasn’t anything megumi couldn’t fix with a chaste kiss to her lips… and her other pretty little lips.

“Where’s that attitude now, baby? Huh?” He would ask in a teasing voice, hands kneading the delicious fat of her thighs. “M’sorry gumi” she would whine, pushing her hips up, trying to get him where she needed him. But the action would earn her pretty little clit a slap. Two maybe.

“I don’t think you’re that sorry, pretty girl.” “M’sorry m’sorrryy pleaseee please gumi” he knew she was sorry, he knows his baby hates punishments. Always wanting him to worship the ground she walks on, which he does most days.

“Good girl, now lay back and let me do my thing, yeah baby?” His eyes locked with hers, waiting for that desperate little nod she does when she is begging for him to please her. Which he does, devouring her pussy like it’s his last meal. Growling into her as he tastes that sweet little cunt. It’s probably his favorite thing to do, getting on his knees, letting his tongue fuck her cute little hole. Sucking gently on her clit, because his girl is sensitive. Listening to her cute pathetic whines as she pulls his black hair, guiding him. Which he lets her do, allowing her to take all the control she thinks she has. It would be so sloppy, his tongue making lazy, languid circles around her tiny clit. Juices coating his face, nose to chin. Spit mixing with her arousal as he moans into her pussy, because this is also a treat for him. The pad of his fingers playing with her puckered hole, because one day “m’gonna stretch this pretty little ass.”

But don’t get it twisted, Megumi Fushiguro, is absolutely whipped for his pretty little bimbo girlfriend. Kissing the ground where she walks, carrying her favorite bubblegum around just in case she forgets hers. And he would never have an issue with all the guys on campus ogling his girl. Only because he’s heard y/n say “my boyfriends gonna kick your ass” to several guys who hit on her, which he does do. Megumi knows for a fact that his pretty girlfriend is so in love with him, so he has no insecurities when it comes to her. Grabbing a handful of tits when he sees a frat dude looking at her chest. Sitting her in his lap to makeout in the library when she’s supposed to be studying. Being so in love with this girl he didn’t even know a year ago.

He thanks his friend Satoru Gojo for fumbling this bad bitch, every single day. It’s not really gojo fault though, he tried to hit on her… but y/n likes the silently cocky bad boys. And Megumi is just that.

But Megumi would absolutely die if anyone found out he paints her toenails for her, giving soft kisses to the tops of her feet when he’s done. Only to hear that pretty little giggle he loves so much.

I want to write a whole fic about this. Something you’ll learn about me is that I LOVE LOVE LOVE to write y/n as a dumb bimbo. And that I shall do :)

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[elodieunderglass]

I'm not as familiar with LOTR as you are, so I wondered if you could tell me if my wild theory is completely off-base.

No one knows where the Hobbits came from, except that at some point they diverged from the line of men. No one knows much about the Entwives' appearance, but we do know that they fucked off a long time ago.

Could the Entwives have been dryad-ish and hooked up with the hobbits' ancestors and so be the foremothers of the hobbits?

Ah I think I saw that post! The concept has a lot of charm, and when the Tolkien estate loses its corpse-grip on the property in 2050 or so, I think you should write it and sell it 😤 I’ve definitely read some good takes on entwives in fanfiction that both leaned into canon and moved away, and I think that sounds like good fun to explore. A common theme in the fandom is playing with Yavanna, the Green Lady, being the mother or patron of hobbits. This isn’t canonical, but she’s a “green goddess” archetype and is married to Mahal/Aulë, the father of dwarves, which shippers often leverage to their advantage. You could do something quite charming there with Yavanna if you wanted to. We also know that Entwives loved gardens and orchards rather than forests.

Some things I would explore with this include:

what is going on with all these consistent ideas of people, races, women disappearing. We know that a lot of it is how Tolkien processed an almost OCD-like Catholic framing of “the fallen world is getting worse and can never be repaired”, war experiences, romanticism and other stuff stewing in his old man head. What are some ways you could show what’s stewing in your head? What does “people disappearing” mean to you? and why is it especially healing that they disappeared in order to make new families?

I think “they disappeared from their old kin and made new kin” is an interesting and weird thing worth wondering about!

- this would possibly make hobbits a more recent race than is implied. What does that mean to you?

- why are hobbits teeny tiny?

A very good starting point, that Terry Pratchett used a lot, is taking some grand statement in fantasy fiction, and making it reflect a different political reality. “Most dwarves are girls actually.” “Wizards parody academia, but, like, FOR REAL.”

I personally have a different take because of my own political feelings and framings! I have a lot of complex feelings about Tolkien chickening out of hobbits. For various political reasons I personally have to take the stance that they are fully human, fully indigenous, and have their own native language. and that their disappearance is less “teehee we lost them” or “O, the Catholic guilt of the Fallen World, how far we have fallen from the light of the two trees God’s sinless light” and a lot more “oh yeah I’ve seen THAT pattern before.”

If you have a political sort of lens on, someone telling you “yeah… hobbits came from nowhere 🤭 and then disappeared 🤷‍♀️ sad!” is a story that can also invite the response of “OHhhhh you wanted their LAND real bad, huh.” Like, we know what that means, right.

It’s a political stance for me. Hobbits have to be close enough to us to touch, and we have to be able to face that, and the fact that 5,000 media properties will chew on tolkienelves and sell them to you before even admitting to the 🤭 just makes it even more of a 🤨. To me.

…But I have literally just been elbow deep in my own demented fanfic thing that involves inventing a language just to swear in, to enable my standing on a box shouting HOBBITS OUGHT TO RESIST GOING EXTINCT ACTUALLY, based entirely on, I think, spite. Why do multiple authors publish orc football games (Terry Pratchett) and orc coffeeshops (Legends and Lattes guy) and do every damned thing with every bit of Tolkien’s corpse but refuse to look directly at hobbits. I am feral over this and wrote 59k words so far to damage and harm my friends

In conclusion I see a great story shape there about kindred and I think you should explore it and it should be about evolutionary biology and women and divorce and nobody being wrong.

And if anyone argues you with some podcast boy “well actually”, just bite them and do more character work and sit on their heads

[saltandfire-blog]

All Time Favorite Lucemond Fics

Thought I’d post some baddies to help us heal from this last season.

ñuhon - When Lucerys lives and wakes up to oblivion, Aemond decides that—more than an eye for an eye—Lucerys in his entirety would be for Aemond to completely own.

In other words: Omega Lucerys survives yet loses his memories, and Alpha Aemond takes his revenge on him creatively.

Holy fuck, this might actually be one my favorite fics of all time. INCREDIBLY well written and perhaps one of the most tragic/romantic lucemond pieces I’ve ever read. I also find myself adoring the Daeron/Joffrey dynamic that is unexpectedly thrown in that I didn’t know I wanted.

all I had to give - Lucerys has waited for Aemond to find him again since his fall. He is only surprised it took this long.

I think this was technically my first a/b/o lucemond verse fic that blew my heart away. Aemond and Luke’s portrayal in this might actually be my favorite. And the added Alysmond is a +❤️

real gods require blood - Before King Viserys I Targaryen draws his last breath, the Greens make their move. Rhaenyra Targaryen and her family find themselves prisoners in the Red Keep, cut off from their dragons and at the mercy of a new king.

Terrified of what fate awaits his family, Lucerys Velaryon turns to the only person at court willing to help him, no matter the price he has to pay.

Or: Lucerys offers himself in exchange for his family’s safety. Aemond could never refuse.

Not only is this fucking incredible to read, it might be my favorite smutty fic out there. The dialogue between Aemond and Luke just hits sooooo amazingly, this is one of those fics I go back to regularly to reread. I await the authors part 2 of this with baited breath!

Consanguinity - When the bastard Addam of Hull claims Seasmoke, it throws House Velaryon into disarray. All except Corlys, who spies the perfect opportunity to help his heir out of the delicate situation he has found himself in with an impromptu suggestion.

Though quite why Prince Aemond seems so affronted by the match is anyone’s guess.

Speaking of fics I go back to reread - this is definitely another one!! @nashiriel is an absolutely incredible writer and I can’t wait to see where she goes with this! I don’t like to spoil other people’s work…but I love a pregnant Lucerys a/b/o verse with a deliciously angsty twist ❤️

Divenire - Lucerys survives Storm's End however now he needs to survive Aemond, his obsession over a debt paid and the Dance of the Dragons.

This is one of the first Lucerys/Aemond fics that blew my mind. Is it insanely demented and toxic? Yes. Is it amazingly well written? YES! You decide if it’s your cup of tea, but I always return back to this one every once in a while when I want a pure hate no happy ending fic.

Heir of the Tides series - In 120 AC, Aemond Targaryen lost an eye to his nephew. In 129 AC, he demands the price to be paid.

Later on, Lucerys Velaryon will tell his mother that it was a fair exchange. (or, the author went out and wrote the eye fic she so wanted to read).

I admit, I am an absolute sucker for the idea of Luke taking his own eye out. Add on top of that a Luke who takes more of a role in his Velaryon inheritance - and can’t forget the battle of the Gullet 🤌🏻 !! Definitely a series to invest in.

Life for life, eye for eye - Aemond finds his nephew, somehow surviving the death of his dragon over Shipbreaker Bay, washed ashore, an empty socket where his right eye should be. The message, to Aemond, is obvious: the gods have given Luke to him, to do with him as he sees fit.

Meanwhile, when Luke wakes up, prisoner to his uncle, his world quickly narrows to one thing and one thing alone: surviving, so he can return to his mother, and the rest of his family, alive.

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In which Aemond surpasses Daemon for title of 'worst uncle' by several miles and Luke suffers.

Ok so please beware, this is about as dark as it gets. If you’re triggered easily, this isn’t the fic for you. It explores extreme Lima and Stockholm syndrome forsure, but if you’re into this ship I’m sure you must know it consists of a broad spectrum of very dark, toxic fics, and this is one that just so happens is amazingly well written. Please keep in mind, if you don’t like, don’t fucking read.

Portrait of a Prince on Fire - Ser Luke Strong, legitimised bastard of the lord of Harrenhal, has found favour at the sumptuous court of Viserys I as a court painter. But he is also Lucerys Waters, unacknowledged bastard of Princess Rhaenyra of Dragonstone. The secret of his true parentage and the life he could’ve had eats him up, and he drowns his regrets in drink and brawling.

Prince Aemond hasn’t been seen outside court since he lost his eye, over a decade ago. Now he is about to be wed — and the king commissions Luke to paint the portrait that will be sent to Aemond’s betrothed.

They hate each other at first sight — but as Viserys lies dying, the portrait sets them on a collision course that will send them spiralling inexorably together. And as the realm descends into war, they will have to decide whether to hold on to each other as the world they knew begins to shatter.

Another fic I am completely obsessed with! @fruitageoforanges has probably written one of my all time favorite portrayals of Aemond and I love the refreshing take on Lucerys I’ve never seen done before in this ship. A 17th century AU that has an awesome amount of fashion I adore and is an absolute must read 😉❤️

Star-Crossed - Lucerys is taken captive by the Greens after his fall. When Aemond is assigned as his constant guard, and so constant companion, the romance that blooms between them spins the Dance of the Dragons on its head.

Or: two young lovers from rival factions of the royal family come together in a violent world.

I can’t list off lucemond fics without giving this one an honorable mention.

Dirección de la Luz - A decade had passed since Hwa Yeong was exiled from Yin. He had traveled through the entire empire three times and still had not found his death.

Until one day he met the dragon prince.

Or: Pregnant and solely with the company of his dragon Arrax, Lucerys Velaryon travels to the Yi Ti Empire and begins a new life away from his family and Aemond Targaryen.

A fic published in Spanish, but there is a translated version linked or you can translate yourself as I found myself doing because this story drew me in SO hard I couldn’t wait for the translator to update lol. This is such an original idea and SO fascinating to read with the authors portrayal of Yi Ti culture with such amazing detail!! I can’t give this author enough praise and encouragement to keep going!

the beast you’ve made of me - Lucerys Velaryon is no coward. He is frightened. He is alone. He is a bastard. He is a prisoner of a war he would do anything to stop. But he is no coward.

Lucerys survives Shipbreaker Bay. Aemond is baptised in the storm. This is the aftermath.

If you want Team Green Lucerys, this is your story. When you have to join the enemy to save your family with long term goals, Luke really goes through it in this one, but the political seesaw between his love for Aemond and his family is fabulous to read unfold 🤌🏻

Hope I’ve given you guys some beauties to read if you haven’t already 💎🗡️🩸

Lucemond is a beautiful, terrible place 😉

(Tried to @ as many as I could that are here on tumblr)

[chaoticfandomgirly]

If you ask me what was the most heartbreaking scene in supernatural, then sorry to disappoint because it was not when either of the Winchester brothers died or when Cas died, even Bobby, Crowley, Charlie and anyone in the show. Don't get me wrong, these scenes are heartbreaking alright, but dying became such a recurring theme that I found it hard to shed a few tears. I was mostly left with sadness and numbness.

But the scene that really fucked me up was when Sam and Dean coerced Jack into the Ma'alak box. I mean, here is a child who is new to the world that he barely understands, he has a fucked up family tree and powers he doesn't know how to control. He made a mistake because of said powers and wasn't even conscious enough to understand what he'd done. The only people he trusted, the ones he thought of as his fathers, were now plotting to lock him up possibly forever, while his other father figure was missing. This child was there with no one to protect him but himself.

And, to add to this scene, it kind of showed just how far and insane dean had gone. In that moment he became an image of John which was even worse. All of his character arc seemed to have gone down the drain and made him unrecognizable. I think I never hated Dean more than in that moment.

I get that he was grieving Mary, but tbh, she wasn't really mother of the year when she had come back (which I understand). Plus Mary coming back was a big deal in on itself in the first place. She was supposed to be dead (as were a lot of characters). I also believe that Mary shouldn't have provoked Jack when he was in such an emotional state and had been warning her to back off.

I just feel so enraged whenever I think about this scene because Jack, despite being the most anticipated villain in the former seasons, was also the purest and the most well-intentioned character out of them all. I could not find a single fault in him.

I just wish Dean hadn't done that because it doesn't suit him at all after having the reputation of loving kids. Especially not after admitting to being somewhat of a father to Jack. I could understand his initial reservations (even tho I was still furious) but what he did with ma'alak box was after he had a bond with him. And it was definitely not father of the year stuff. Kind of detested Sam too for not protesting enough against Dean but at least he had the decency to feel ashamed and seem regretful. I just, I can't.

I love Dean, truly. But sometimes he is a major asshole and this scene is something I vehemently refuse to believe as canon. I don't like the last 3 season at all in fact.

[timely-jimanya]

Boutta shoot my shot... loli Anya and teenage Jimmy hcs? Can be sfw or NSFW 👉👈

oh yes ofc ofc !! funny that you mention it bc i happen to have an au for it SFW

jimmy got in trouble w the school and his punishment was to tutor the elementary schoolers, which was how he met anya

she wears glasses in this au. with her outfit kinda imagine the wendy torrence fit with the overalls and the flannel and the turtleneck

he has long hair (yay more grease!) and a bunch of piercings in this au. some facial hair but he's only like 17 so not much

he doesn't put much effort into his clothes but theres always visible stains on his shirts, he usually wears some kind of zip up sweatshirt thats definitely seen better days

he gets into a lot of fights and usually has a bruise somewhere on his face

he cuts in this au and (obviously) has a bunch of mental illnesses. he doesn't have an eating disorder but doesn't eat often due to his other issues so he's pretty skinny. also obvs smokes and drinks. dabbles in hard drugs but doesn't want to get dependent on them bc he can't afford a habit (literally and figuratively)

he drives a shitty old van and usually sleeps in it. she brought up the idea of painting the side together, but he didn't want to spend that time on a van he'd be taking to a junkyard soon. he hated how sad she looked when he said no but knew she'd be sadder when he'd have to take it to the junkyard

his bio mother left, and his first stepmother sexually abused him before she left too. his father was abusive until he was 14, then he just turned neglectful

her parents are very sweet and loving but overprotective. were wary of him at first but warmed up to him. she is SLIGHTLY sheltered but not very much

his taste in music is a mix between classic rock and stuff like sleep token. she doesn't have a real music taste yet but she likes piano music

her favorite subject is science, specifically the human body. she loves to play doctor. he plays along bc sometimes being prodded by a cute girl in a lab coat is fun

they have sleepovers in his van. her parents scold her for this for obvious reasons but they couldn't stop her so they gave up

usually during said sleepovers he opens the sunroof and they look at the stars (neither of them know shit about stars)

her favorite foods are fruit and chocolate. he saved up to buy her chocolate covered strawberries for valentine's day and she was so happy she cried

he works for the pony express but it's like. doing inventory in a warehouse and curly's his hot manager

he was her first kiss. he'll never admit it but she was the first girl to kiss him

she loves the rain and they run around in the rain together sometimes before they go inside and her parents turn on a movie for them

he spent so much time at her house that her parents became more of his family than his father ever was

he was paranoid about her parents finding out about their relationship however when they did they just went 'well yeah its weird but our daughters gonna run away to california with you or something if we tell her not to see you again'

she loves looking at plants. he took her to a botanical garden once and she loved it

he learned to braid just to braid her hair

she steals his shirts and wears them as pajamas. she also takes his jackets when it's cold out

she cried when she found out about his self-harm

he refuses to cry around her because he doesn't want to burden a kid with his issues

her attention span is low and she's socially stupid but she's very intelligent otherwise

she's scared of dogs. he refuses to admit that he is too

she likes the way he smells even if she makes fun of him for being smelly

she's the little spoon

he let her take a hit from his cigarette once and she coughed a lot

as always NSFW under the cut

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her clit is large and her nipples are really puffy. she thinks it looks weird but he thinks that her body is perfect

she likes feeling his chest for his heartbeat when they fuck

her most sensitive spots are her neck, chest, armpits, sides, stomach (especially around her navel), her upper and lower back, thighs, and feet

his most sensitive spots are his neck, the area around his nipples, the bottom of his ribcage, around his navel, above and around his pelvis, and his ears

she called him sir once. his guiltiest orgasm because she said it in a way that sounded so childlike

he jerks off thinking about her voice. he's asked her to record her voice on his phone to listen to

he loves when her glasses get crooked and fogged up

she likes gentle pressure on her throat. being actually choked freaks her out

she doesn't like hitting but sometimes lets him slap her ass a bit

she likes giving him blowjobs (even with his hygiene) but it tasted weird. she can't take the whole thing in her mouth but uses her hands to make up for the rest

he loves biting her really hard and he likes how she squirms under him when he does. he never bites hard enough to draw blood but he thinks about it.

usually after he goes for a run or anything of the sort she RUNS to sniff his armpits

she took one of his dirty + sweaty shirts (he knew and just let her have it) and she puts it on her pillow and humps it while leaning down to sniff it. once it loses his scent she asks him to wear it again

she sometimes steals underwear

he steals her panties and sniffs them like his life depends on it while he jerks off

because of her he can't usually get off with just his fist, he usually needs a fleshlight and a lot of pictures of her AND her scent

he bought her a vibrator and she uses it nightly. she loves sitting on it while she reads a book

she squeals when she cums

most of his noises are groans and they make her really horny

one time while he was finger-blasting her in the back of his van she came so hard she pissed all over his shirt. it was the kind of gray fabric where wet spots are SUPER visible too. she was really embarrassed but he was very damn proud of himself

she LOVES cockwarming, especially falling asleep right after sex where he nestles up against her and slips his half-hard cock back in and she feels him get fully erect again

he takes a lot of pictures and videos for his eyes only

her height is super inconvenient for blowies because on her knees she's too little, standing upright she's just BARELY too tall and has to uncomfortably bend over just a little. she prefers when he's laying down and she's between his legs, or he's in a chair and she's on her knees

she loves riding him, especially when he's driving her somewhere and he just can't wait so he pulls over, has her climb over into the front seat, and has her on his lap fucking up into her

he loves cumming on her face and stomach the most

he likes teasing his tip against her belly button because it's a sensitive spot for her

he loves thighjobs, especially with how soft and squishy her thighs are. she gave him a pitjob once and he almost passed out from how much blood was in his cock and not his brain. she gave him a footjob and he actually did pass out, especially after she let him lick his cum off her foot (and how she squealed when he did)

he loves putting her in cute little outfits but not much lingerie is fitted for someone as little as her. he usually orders the smallest size from an asian company and hopes for the best

he loves eating her out and he loves how her entire pussy can fit in his mouth. he loves tongue-fucking her, too

he jerks off in public bathrooms thinking about her

she spends a lot of time pent up and sexually frustrated if she can't use her vibrator because she can't get herself off with her hands

she loves wet, open-mouthed kisses almost as much as he does. he kisses all over her body like that. she loves kissing down his chest but sneezes sometimes bc his body hair tickles her nose

she bites his inner thighs and his sides when she sucks him off, and sometimes his neck too

he jerks off on her face while she's asleep sometimes

after sex they usually cuddle facing each other with their legs wrapped around each other

their favorite nicknames he uses for her are princess, sweetheart/sweetpea/etc, darling, etc.

he praises her a lot, usually murmuring it right against her skin as he kisses and bites her

she trembles a lot after she cums

if there's any i didn't include that you wanna see please let me know !! i will deliver trust !! now i have anatomy diagrams to study so byebye =33

[dimitrescudaughters-au]

Hiii! It's me again! I was wondering could you please write headcanons about the Dimitrescu Daughters when they were first reborn amd how Alcina cared for them? Like how they acted, how they adapted to their new bodies, how clingy they were to Alcina?

Hello again! Oooooo I do love this idea!! So sweet to think of them as little dazed and confused babies!

Alcina

How could she ever deny those faces?

3 pairs of wide eyes

Staring up at her

Alcina is THE mother

She doesn't quite remember much of her life before the cadou

Maybe she was a mother

Because her instincts are always sharp

She had makeshift baby wrap carriers made

But in adult sizes

So all three girls could be secured to her at all times

They run cold most days

So Alcina gets the privilege of cuddling them

She taught them how to walk and talk again

And to fly about the castle

She tried her best to make sure each girl could be herself

And all three of her girls have their own, BIG personalities

She essentially was taking care of newborns

And went through the stages to young ladies quickly

Took about a full year to get them to the teenager stage

Then THAT was a looooooooooong year in itself

Bela refused to drink human blood

Cassandra didn't want to use weapons

Only her hands

And Daniela refused to go hunt

All in the name of rebellion

Luckily they all survived

And that next year was glorious

Like it all clicked for them

And everything was flawless

And they learned so much

Now Alcina has three gorgeous, smart daughters

That she's very proud of

Bela

It was quiet an odd feeling

Being thousands of flying bugs

And then suddenly formed into one being

It was uncomfortable and unlike anything else she has felt

...at least she thinks so?

Her mind was blanked and everything was so overwhelming

She felt perhaps scared?

She seeked out any comfort

And a tall woman with soft eyes was there

She instantly loved Mother

Bela was definitely the clingiest

Held onto Alcina whenever she could

She just needed someone to guide her

Was eager to learn everything from her

She listened well and because of that

She was also the fastest to adapt

It wasn't very smooth however

She understood the mechanics

Buuuuuut executing it was rough

She had a habit of accidentally dispersing into her bugs

Whenever she would get too excited

Because of this

She learned to be a bit more calmer and collected than her sisters

Makes her a perfect older sister

She also would develop a crush on a maid

And thus brought her rebellion of Only Animal Blood

But things ended badly and Bela couldn't ignore her true cravings

She's an excellent hunter now

She still has to contain her excitement

Or else she randomly vanishes into bugs

Cassandra

She came out SWINGING

She freaked the fuck out

Her mind and body being in thousands of bugs

It's a mindfuck

She won't ever admit how scared she was

Her mind fought hard to remember her past

All it did was freak her out more

Thank GOD for Mother being there

She was the first to reach for Alcina

But she wasn't as openly clingy as Bela

Only when she thought no one was looking

Would she cling to mother and beg to be held

She asked mother questions about her existence

She would fall asleep in Alcina's arms most of the time

She had a hard time adjusting

It was hard to understand how she can be one whole person

But also thousands?

Because of that

She would try to suppress one or the other

She would either be a person for weeks on end

Or small swarms

Floating everywhere

It's why she would only use her hands to kill for a while

It made her feel whole

To feel her hands being used

Shockingly Dani helped her

Now she does good with switching back and forth

It's good she's so aggressive

It's how she switches, an all or nothing approach

Daniela

Daniela kinda liked the feeling

She felt so free

So weightless

And just ethereal

She could be everywhere at once

It's a feeling like no other

She opened her eyes and was just so curious

Mother was like a heaven sent

She looks so wonderful with the light behind her

She was clingy

But she enjoyed being her swarm more

She liked to cling to mother's back

It was easier to hop off whenever she needed

But she was always the first to snuggle in the cold months

She wouldn't stick to mother's side

But when she did, it was 100% all cling

She adjusted the swiftest

She loved having her upper body be soild

And her lower half her swarm

She would get in cycles of just wanting to fly

No hunting for a while

She just wanted to fly free

Hunting meant she had to go human to cause harm

She just wanted to fly

But she learned that she can toy with people longer

And enjoy the flying

And lead them to her sisters for the kill

Or she'll make quick work

Just to get back to flying

She helped Cass out

She showed her how exhilarating being a swarm is

And how to think of the swarm as an extension of your soild being

It was surprisingly a very intelligent conversation

Daniela still enjoys flying about the castle

She's more eager now for sinking her sickle into a prey

She'll still flying around for hours during the summer

[largemandrill]

rook tarot ask game thing!!! bc i'm noisy lmao

the high priestess, the empress (+ very curious of their relationship with isabela >:3), the wheel of fortune, the devil, the moon (i'm so curious about anything and everything euehueheueheue your rook rocks)

Really tryna rifle through my filing cabinet eh? Jk thanks for the intrigue. I get 50% more powerful whenever people ask me things. Also I’m gonna switch between Rook, their actual name (Kiann), and Laidir repeatedly. They are equally all three of those identities.

I wrote more than I thought I would. The cut is for everyone’s benefit lol.

The High Priestess: Which does Rook obey more: their head or their heart?

Rook tries to separate their compassion from their job. Too much blood is on their hands for them to preach sainthood. Thus, they use their head in most situations, which can make them kinda manipulative (not intentionally, that’s just what happens when you treat every conversation like they can be won)

I do think that once you scrape back all of those layers, you’ll find that they use their heart when helping those they love (The Veilguard, Varric, Rowan & Isabela etc.) Their heart isn’t very good at decision making though so any suggestions have to be filtered through the brain first lol.

The Empress: What does family mean for Rook?

Family can be anyone. Laidir was taken away from their mother too early for any solid memories of her to be present, so the Lords became the default image in their head for family.

And since you asked about Isa specifically, I’ll elaborate on their weird… thing they’ve got going on. They are so “Never Love and Anchor” core it hurts 😭😭😭. Isabela wasn’t a terrible mother figure, even though she tried to position herself as more of an Auntie figure at first. Because of her own trauma with her mother, she’s overprotective of Laidir in ways that she refuses to admit to anyone. She’s not letting go of that kid unless it would give them a better life (She would spin it as a “Finally getting you outta my nest” to Kiann. They know she’s sad whenever they leave, though) The two of them have this odd push and pull where neither want to admit they love each other in that parent/child way, but there isn’t really another way to describe it. There’s only so many times you can cry into your mentor’s arms during night terrors before you kinda have to call her mom.

The Wheel of Fortune: Describe an interesting character moment for your Rook. What made this moment stand out to you?

Their heavy insistence on Taash embracing Rivaini culture says a lot about them. I think Rook has a hard time seeing themselves as properly Rivaini at times. Like, they were born to Rivaini craftsmen on Tearstone, but being ripped away from their own culture at such a young age definitely took its toll on them (Isa took them in when they were about 16/17. Since she’s more tied to the Lords than she is to Rivain itself, she couldn’t help too much with those issues). Rook is a master at projecting their insecurities, so being able to help Taash with an issue they’ve been having for over a decade was definitely cathartic in a way.

The Devil: What type of demon is most likely to target Rook? Why?

A desire demon but not for horny or “Gold and Glory” reasons. My guy just needs a hug real bad. Fucked up to see your actual mother in the middle of battle.

The Moon: How does Rook's past impact their values? Does their past come with any biases or blind spots they have to account for?

Oh it deeply affects them. I imagine that they don’t share any pre-Lord of Fortune lore with anyone unless specifically prompted by someone they trust, but they think about it constantly. Their past very directly leads into their lack of swimming expertise, but it also leads to an understandable dislike for pretty much the entirety of Tevinter. Eventually they grow out of it, the shadow dragons and their overall experiences in Dock Town calm the hatred to a more directed state. Being besties with Neve also helped. Now they just despise the Tevinter government 👍

Again, thank you for asking. This took so long to fill out, jesus.

[trekkele]

"# i think If you want a genuine critique of Batman then Leslie and her pacifism is far more interesting"

So true. Unfortunately nobody's been writing her well since the 90s or '00s. At least, I didn't come across anything featuring her in a well thought out way.

I'm split on counting War Games because 'she would not fucking do that' as people say. However, it is her position on morality taken to the twisted extreme. Still, intentionally killing or faking it, is very emotionally hurtful, like trauma inducing hurtful. Both for Steph and the Batfam and her mother.

Looked up the exact definition of pacifism and, well:

"Pacifism is a policy or doctrine of rejecting war and violence in solving disputes"

She kinda did use violence (emotional and body violating and zero consent from removing Steph from her life) to solve a dispute. Or to "free" Steph of her bat-duties, but it still counts.

Would love for Leslie to go after other batfam members and not just Bruce and argue with them about their methods.

Actually i think Stephanies death, either by medical negligence or a failure of her support system, is a natural consequence of Leslies brand of pacifism and while “She, personally, might not fucking do that” her philosophy might so its not as ooc as id like it to be.

So to discuss Leslie i think i have to establish two things 1. She suffers from being a (mostly) anti Batman character in a Batman comic* and

2. She and Jason are actually on two ends of a spectrum, with Leslie being “it is better to be the victim of violence then the perpetrator of it” and Jason being “it is better to enact unspeakable violence then be the victim of it”. With Bruce in the middle like “can we please get some nuance in here can we please get some fucking nuance” which is. Very funny actually.

(Its funny because Bruce, by being Batman, has basically decided to become the nuance - he will be violent for you, and by being so good at violence he can minimize the amount of actual violence needed)

So by letting Steph die, Leslie is essentially saying “no amount of violence can save us, isnt it better to die then without having inflicted it upon others?” Which is so very Ghandi of her, but also fucking insane and yeah Bruce was 100% right to never trust her again after that.

She is also - ok so the thing is, in-universe, being a teenage vigilante is. It’s basically like being a dance kid. Its going to have a profound and everlasting effect on the kids mental and physical health, there are side effects we still don’t entirely understand, but for the most part its just. Something some kids do!! Some of them insist on doing it (dick, damian (<-i have thoughts about why Bruce didnt want to give Damian robin ok) some of them realize it isnt good for them but cant really give it up (jason, maybe tim?) some of them are in it just for their stage moms (cissie king-jones) and some of them suffer long term consequences due to insufficient parental supervision (kon, pre-nu52) etc etc. Leslie is the mom in the corner who thinks allowing her kid to perform or even learn ballet in a studio is a slippery slide to abuse. She thinks no kid should ever be in that environment, and by Bruce allowing Dick to do so, despite Bruces reluctance in the matter and almost oppressive supervision, he has doomed an entire generation of kids.

She is never going to criticize anyone else in the batfam, because to do so would be admitting that kids have agency beyond what adults believe is best for them, and admitting that means being unable to push her “correct” views upon them.

Leslie is actually a pretty good stand in for fandom in that way; refuses to allow anyone but Bruce agency and independent thought, refuses to place blame anywhere but Bruce, insists a difference of opinion is grounds for dismissal of personhood and respect, and believes Gotham would be better off if Batman never existed.

(Once again i have no idea if i answered your question/addressed your ask. Sorry)

[louisthiccsexyglitteryass]

ROCKSTAR CAN I GET A BREAKDOWN OF YOUR OCS??

OKAY HERE WE GO

This is kinda stupid ngl but fuck it we ball!!!

Answer under the cut;

Basic info:

They all belong to a group of assassins

It's a "book" i'm writing technically

Most of said book is currently in my brain

Set in London

Toxic yaoi!!!!!

I'm only *fully* covering the main 4/5 rn cause I haven't fleshed everyone else out yet:

Bunny. He/They (Trans NB FtM). Queer. From the North of England. His name isn't actually Bunny but you'll see why it's funny in a minute. His father was a mafia boss and was killed in front of Bunny when he was 16. Bunny responded by murdering the culprit. Had a weird childhood that he won't really talk about. Bunny is the leader of the organisation, 30 years old. He's very immoral/morally grey and literally does not care about doing crime. Thrives on gender fuckery. He's a lil twink but very dangerous, unstable and shit. Uses Bunny as a "code name" (refuses to tell anyone his real name). His name is ironic because he's nothing like a cute lil bunny yk. Very flirty/slutty but doesn't commit (supposedly). Bit of a loose canon and refuses to see fault in his own actions. Quick to anger and react violently. Has a lot of enemies. Ends up dating Archer. The only person who can treat him badly is Levi, who is a bastard, and basically manipulates Bunny. (more on him later). Bunny ends up finally getting away from Levi and has a lil thing with Archer, then gets back into contact with Levi and leaves Archer. Shit happens, then finally is endgame with Archer. Nerves of steel.

Archer. He/Him (cis male). Bisexual/Pansexual but won't admit it until later. From London. Archer is 22 and the story is in his POV. He was raised by his aunt and uncle because his mother died and his dad fucked off somewhere. College drop out who was recruited after doing errands. Has this moral compass that slowly deteriorates. Crushes slightly on Isobel then realises he likes Bunny, above arc happens, and then he leaves the organisation temporarily. He finally returns after saving the life of someone important to him and he finds out something. Basically, his father was the founder of the organisation. The code word for a legacy member is "viper" and he gets confused as to why people use it. He discovers all this after saving his Dad's life and returns to the organisation. Archer is a regular dude who doesn't really want to kill. Total himbo, definitely stupid, and fiercely loyal to a fault. Tendency to bail when things get tough. Jumpy.

Isobel. They/She/It (demigirl). Lesbian. From Wales (Nigerian descent and very proud of it). She is a typical femme/girly girl (but still demi) who can and will break your spine. Nice, kind-hearted, but will not hesitate to throw hands. They had a normal childhood and got recruited by Bunny when they met in a bar. They're 25 and have a secret girlfriend. She's a motherly figure at times and serves as a moral compass and guide to Archer, but underneath it all has a lot going on and can be a bit of a people pleaser. They felt really bad when Archer had a crush on them, and let him down gently. Trans guy / lesbian iconic duo with Bunny, but constantly absolutely done with his shit. Background character so maybe not as fleshed out?

Leviathan. He/Him (cis male). Pansexual. From Newcastle-upon-tyne. Levi is a manipulator. He is 34 and has a weird relationship with Bunny. He doesn't care about Bunny and regularly cheated on him when they dated, but also doesn't let Bunny speak to anyone else. Randomly dumped Bunny but now hooks-up with him randomly. Only called "Levi" by Bunny, who doesn't see the problem with his cold, manipulative personality. Basically tries to isolate Bunny and control him. Hates Archer, Isobel and everyone else. ASSHOLE. Ruins everything.

Honourable mentions:

Paul: 50, He/Him, Straight, London. Works with them all and is absolutely done with them all. Very stoic.

Johnno: (stats unknown currently). Recruited Archer, works for the middlemen part of the organisation.

Jasmine: (stats unknown currently). Has an on/off fwb thing with Bunny, totally crushing on Isobel. Might have a toxic turned healthy yuri arc with Isobel if I can work it in.

Mattheo: Italian man who doesn't speak Italian. STRESSED gay guy. Chaos gremlin. Absolute hottie.

Darius: Big buff dude who's friends with Bunny and scares Archer for fun.

Bunny's Personal Bodyguards: No actual names, just known by Archer as "Hair" (he has hair), "Earring" (has an earring), and "Baldy" (bald).

[farfromrealitypls]

Dancing with the enemy

Summary: Exactly what the title says, nothing more, nothing less. One dance can’t kill you right? You could never ever think differently of him, right?

Warnings: language and mentions of drugs, abuse if you squint

“Ugh I hate you” you groaned into your phone.

“I hate you too. Text me when something happens” Sarah chuckled.

“I will. Bye” you chuckled back and hung up.

Of course you didn’t hate her. Right now you were just jealous of her, for getting out of going to this stupid event. Well too be fair, she didn’t just talk her way out of it, she was home sick with a cold. But right now you wished nothing more than to just be home with her and you definitely tried to get out of this aswell. No chance.

The annual sunset ball, hosted by the Cameron’s and your family. It was a charity event, well more of a celebration of the people who supposedly raised the most money. And yet, you never witnessed any changes on the cut. You just saw THEIR houses get bigger, their diamonds get shinier and their expensive cars become more. You stopped voicing how ridiculous you viewed all this and just went along, because you knew your parents worked hard to be part of this. But it was way easier to keep this positive mindset when Sarah was around, which she wasn’t.

You pulled your phone out one more time, just to text her again how much you disliked being here without her.

“Put your phone away!” You mom said with a stern tone and grabbed your wrist.

“Alright jeez” you obeyed and shoved your phone back into your purse.

“Mrs. Scott will be holding the speech any minute” she whispered and leaned into you, keeping her gaze on the small stage.

“Woohoo” you jolted sarcastically which earned you a warning stare from your mother, but a slight chuckle from your dad.

You sighed deeply and leaned back in your chair, taking a look around the party. Kooks, super kooks and super super kooks but you had to admit the scenery was quite nice. The decorations and the outdoor lights looked amazing. The sun was slowly setting, painting the clouds and sky in pretty colours and there was a light breeze, that made the heat bearable.

“May I have your attention?” The sudden voice echoing through the speakers turned your attention to Mrs. Scott, standing in front of the microphone.

“We will now get to the most exciting part of our evening”

You zoned out 2 minutes max into her speech and dragged your gaze across the guest’s, letting your mind wander and thinking about what your friends might be doing now, when you suddenly locked eyes with Rafe Cameron who seemed to be doing the exact same.

He just stared at you with his cold blue eyes, you refused to break eye contact first and he did the same. You kept staring him down, waiting for him to give in, but instead he started grinning at you, which made you frown and finally you rolled your eyes before taking your eyes off him.

You couldn’t stand him and you couldn’t think about anything slightly appealing about him. Out of all the arrogant, spoiled and hypocritical people you‘ve met over the years, he was the worst. You knew he found you attractive, but his flirting attempts have done nothing more, than to draw you even further away from him.

„And now I feel honoured to announce our 2 donors, who have managed to raise the most money for our charity”

Your mom elbowed you and you quickly snapped out of your thoughts and joined the applause.

“Our two biggest donors of this year are… Our beautiful hosts! The Cameron’s and the y/l/n‘s! Congratulations! Please step forward.“

Oh fuck, was the only thing you could think of. You hesitantly followed your mom and dad after she discreetly but slightly aggressively, pulled you out of your chair. You forced a smile and stood in front of Mrs. Scott, together with the Cameron’s. Everyone was staring and you just wanted to disappear. Rose and your mom were shaking hands and so were Ward and your dad.You glanced at Rafe and he just stood there, hands in his pockets and chewing on his bottom lip, not looking at you.

„Again, congratulations. And as every year, we would love for the two winning families and their two oldest, to open the dance floor for us this evening“

Your heart dropped and you started blushing, as you just now realised what this meant. You whipped your head up and immediately locked eyes with Rafe, who looked at you with that smug grin that made most woman crazy, but just annoyed the shit out of you.

Ward Cameron grabbed Rose‘s hand and lead her to the dance floor smilingly.

„Y/n!” your mom whispered through gritted teeth.

“No! Forget it!” you quickly snapped.

Your dad waited for your mom.

“Y/n! Don’t make a scene and dance with him” she pulled you into her and walked you over, closer to Rafe.

“I would rather die. Did you forget what he did to Pope? To JJ? To all of my friends?” You turned to face your mother and turned your back towards Rafe, trying to walk past her.

“It’s a tradition. Get over it. It’s just a dance, you don’t have to marry him!” were her last words before she left you alone and took your dads hand, joining the Cameron’s.

You let out a grunt and gave your mother a death stare.

Since everyone seemed to be staring already, you gave in. You walked over to Rafe and immediately wanted to turn around again when you saw his stupid grin.

He held his hand out for you and you took it while rolling your eyes and let him lead you to the dance floor.

He placed his hand on your waist and you hesitantly put yours on his bicep. You couldn’t stand this. Any of it. The music started playing and he lead you through it. You could feel his eyes on you but you refused to look at him. You have never been so close to him, he was much taller than you would’ve guessed and his hands were surprisingly soft. You felt his body heat radiating off him and his cologne smelled expensive.

You only did the bare minimum while dancing, purposefully trying to make sure everyone watching knew how much you disliked it.

“You don’t think I find this fucking stupid?” he whispered to you while leaning in a little. His deep voice surprised you and finally made you look at him.

You decided to ignore him and just scoffed, before you took your eyes off him again.

He swayed you in perfect sync to the music and you were a little surprised by his dancing skills.

He made you twirl and pulled you back into him, your back hitting his chest which made you gasp and his big arm wrapped around you.

“Can you turn that frown upside down and just behave for 5 minutes?” He growled against your neck before turning you again to face him.

“Don’t fucking talk to me” you snapped and stared into his cold eyes.

“Easy there princess” he chuckled slightly.

“I will literally slap you across the face if you call me that again”

He scoffed but didn’t break the eye contact.

“You sure? I might be into that” he winked at you.

“You disgust me”

“Oh please. I could make you spread those pretty legs for me if I really wanted to” he whispered and stared into your soul.

Despite all the people watching you, you slapped your hand across his face.

He closed his eyes for a second and bit the inside of his cheek before both of you took a look around, to check how many people actually witnessed what just happened. You two just kept dancing. Acting like it was all fun and games, faking a smile and laughed it off. The majority didn’t seem like they saw anything happen and the ones that did, didn’t seem to care, but both of your parents definitely saw it and you felt your mothers eyes on you.

He shifted his gaze back to you, licked the inside of his cheek and chuckled deeply. You smiled up at him, pleased with yourself that your warning was not just a bluff.

“You’re not as tough as you think you are” he rasped and spun you around one more time.

“Right back at ya Cameron” you said while spinning back into him, when the music finally stopped, you let go of him. Meeting his eyes one more time before you walked off.

You knew everyone was staring at you, including Rafe when you returned to your seat.

“What on earth happened?” Your mom squealed while taking a seat next to you.

“Doesn’t matter. He deserved it” you took a sip of your drink, avoiding eye contact.

“You two are unbelievable. I almost believe you are in love with each other!” she threw her hands up and you almost choked on your drink at your mothers words.

“The way you can never put your feelings aside for just 5 minutes! You are not a child anymore! You don’t get to behave like this.” she continued.

“Love?! It’s the freaking opposite! I can not stand him, if you didn’t raise me without a principle of hate, I might even say I hate that guy” you defended yourself, absolutely irritated.

“The opposite of love is not hate y/n! The opposite of love is indifference! And you clearly care, someone you don’t care about couldn’t make you that angry” she said stern, staring at you angrily.

“That doesn’t make any sense” you shook your head and frowned.

“Lord help me” your mom pinched the bridge of her nose before taking a sip of her drink aswell.

“Can I leave?” you asked annoyed.

“No. You will sit down and be quiet for the rest of the evening. You will sit here, look pretty and have kind conversations with everyone that comes up to you. Understood?” She said in a serious tone and you knew she meant it.

“Yes ma‘am” you said with a hint of mockery which earned you one last death stare of your angry mom.

Then she left. You sighed and threw your head back. This evening was even worse than you expected. You crossed your arms in front of your chest in frustration and closed your eyes. You tried to imagine you were somewhere else, anywhere but here.

The angry voice of Ward Cameron caught your attention and you lifted your head up again, shifting your gaze towards that voice. You saw Rafe backed into a wall and Ward standing in front of him, yelling and making angry gestures. You couldn’t hear what he was saying exactly but you knew it wasn’t nice. Rafe looked terrified and if you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn he was close to crying. You tried to listen closely but just couldn’t make out any words, but suddenly you heard a slap, loud and clear. You saw Rafe stumble into the wall, holding his cheek. Ward quickly looked around and you took your eyes of them for just a second. When you looked back, Rafe stormed off, his eyes met yours when he walked past you and he knew that you saw what happened. He also knew this wasn’t the first time you saw Ward hitting him.

In that very moment you felt bad for him. He was not a good person by any means, but even he didn’t deserve that. And you wondered how he would’ve turned out if he didn’t have such a shitty farther. He may have tuned out loving and gentle and not totally fucked up.

You decided to sneak off to the bathroom to call Sarah, telling her about your crazy evening so far. You took a look around to make sure you mom or dad didn’t see you. Then you quickly made your way inside. You hated to admit that you slightly hoped to walk into Rafe, you didn’t exactly know why. Maybe because you wanted to see that he was alright, not that you cared. You also felt the urge to apologise. You felt bad for slapping him earlier, you still believed he kinda deserved, it but it also wasn’t right to hit him, especially when you knew his dad did that more than enough already.

When you were out of sight you took a deep breath and made your way to the restrooms. Before you could walk in, you noticed a little ziplock bag laying on the floor in front of the mens bathroom. You walked towards it and picket it up, dangling it in front of your face. A little bag with white powder in it. You scoffed because you knew exactly what it was and you were 99% sure you also knew who it belonged to. This evening was taking quite the turn and you didn’t know exactly how to feel about it. At least it was anything but boring.With heels klicking, you decided to find the suspected owner.

You walked outside, around the building, away from the party and from a distance you saw Rafe. He mumbled something to himself and seemed to be looking for something, then he let out a grunt and sat down on a bench next to him. The first few buttons of his shirt were open, exposing part of his chest and his tie was loosened. You almost had to admit he looked attractive.

You walked towards him as he lit a cigarette. When he heard you steps approaching, he turned his head to look at you, taking a hit.

“Looking for something?” you held the small bag in front of his face, daringly.

He shot up and it made you flinch.

“Where did you get that?” His voice was deep and he slowly stepped closer, staring you down. Your heart started racing and you didn’t know if it was because he was quite unpredictable or because he really did look kinda hot.

You tried not to look intimidated, even tho he looked pretty scary right now. He towered over you and got closer every second, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“Found it on the floor” you hid it behind your back, taking a few steps back.

He chuckled deeply and it gave you chills.

“Give it back” he said in a serious and low tone, taking another hit and not breaking eye contact.

“Nope” you kept walking backwards but he followed.

“Give it to me” he made a fast step, it made you gasp and he was now only inches away from you. You stared up into his eyes and could smell the mix of alcohol, cigarettes and his cologne.

“No” you said stern and shoved the little packet into your bra.

His gaze went straight to you boobs, his eyes widened and he raised one eyebrow. He threw his head back and chuckled.

“You think that’ll stop me?” He tilted his head and leaned in even closer to you, his dark eyes made you feel like there was no air to breath.

“Touch me and see what happens” you warned confidently.

“Are you flirting with me?” he grinned at you and you saw him reaching for your waist, his fingertips slightly brushed over the fabric of your dress before you stopped him.

“Remember when you told everyone how crazy the kick on a glock 17 is?” you placed your hand on his chest and held him back. Your fingertips met the part of his chest that was exposed.

“My dad just bought a new one last week” you whispered and gently pushed him away.

He threw his hands up in defense and just scoffed.

“Fine keep it” he stepped back and walked backwards towards the bench. He sat down, leaned back and took a hit of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air.

“Sell it and buy yourself another one of those slutty little dresses” he gestured at your dress.

“You don’t like my dress?” you asked sassy and took a few steps towards him.

“I love your dress. That’s why I want you to keep buying more” he smirked, flashing his perfect white teeth.

“Imma flush it” you stated.

“You’re stupid” he ran his hand through his hair and shook his head.

“You shouldn’t be doing that shit anyway” you shook your head and took two more steps towards him.

“Go ahead. Lecture me mama” he said, clearly not taking you seriously before throwing his cigarette to the floor.

You just rolled your eyes and decided to leave. You didn’t have the energy to have this conversation. Why even try. You could hear your moms voice in your head:“because you care”

“Hey y/n?”

You stopped in your tracks. You believed you never heard him say your name and something in you reacted to the way he made it sound.

You turned to face him again, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier” he said slowly and almost softly. It truly took you by surprise and you almost didn’t know what to say.

He just sat there, leaning his forearm’s on his knees and his hair hung messily onto his forehead.

“You should be sorry for a lot more things Rafe” you made your way back to him, referring to everything he has done in the past.

He nodded and looked up at you.

“I know”

Who was this man? Because the Rafe Cameron you knew would never apologise. For anything.

“But I want to apologise too, you know, for slapping you” you said softly and shrugged. You meant it.

“Nah I deserved that one” he said, rubbing his neck and smiled, looking down at his feet.

You smiled at his response and stepped right in front of him, your dress hiked up your thighs a little and you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“You know people might actually like you if you stopped being such an asshole” you saw him gulp as he slowly dragged his eyes from your exposed thighs right in front his him, over your body, up to your face.

“If I stop, people will except me to be nice all the time. I don’t fuck with that. I’m not anyones dance monkey” he said looking up at you, leaning in and you saw the corners of his mouth slowly turning into a grin.

“That’s too bad. I think you would l make quite the cute dance monkey” you gently pushed his forehead and took a step back again.

He scoffed and nodded to himself, accepting your rejection once again.

“Do you really hate me that much?” he asked and it sounded genuine. And for the first time you thought his eyes didn’t look as cold as usual.

“You know, hate is kinda against what I believe” you explained before slowly walking backwards.

“So you don’t” he smiled and kept his eyes on you, not hiding how he scanned your body again.

“I don’t know. I might make an acception just for you Cameron” you giggled, turned around and walked off, swaying your hips.

“You should give me a chance” he yelled after you.

“Change and I might” you yelled back and smiled to yourself at your response.

You meant it.

[xstarkillerx]

✨ here and I had a whole discussion with my friends about Anakin and me being like “100% would love to handle this guy” and my friend was shocked as she could definitely not see Anakin as a sub. And it reaaaally got us heated like “no Anakin is definitely giving too energy” and me being like “I can’t imagine that sorry” and the thing you published about Anakin just giving his all while trying to hide his tears of frustration, I agree so so soooo much. Man is scared of his own attachment it just works perfectly

LMAOOOOOO, I love that y'all were debating about it. There are two wolves inside of every person, one wants to get absolutely railed by Anakin Skywalker, the other wants to make him cry. You guys could go back and forth on this debate forever, honestly. I do it every day.

Honestly, soooooo many versions of Anakin exist in my head, but I think the main one exists as this Christian grey type character (HEAR ME OUT, GIVE ME 2 MINUTES OK I SWEAR I CAN EXPLAIN).

Is Christian Grey a complex and well written character? Absolutely not, that entire series is dogshit, but the most interesting thing about him that I took away from those movies, is this admission of feeling like the weakest creature on earth.

mildly off the rails tangent below that I'm hoping no one thinks I'm fucking crazy for saying out loud. But sparkle anon, I think you more than anyone else will at least have a laugh about it so... CW for unhealthy BDSM practice mention, grooming mention, etc.

I was surprise to see that in that second movie, Christian actually admits that he's not a dominant, he's a sadist. NOT even in the BDSM sense of the term, which requires actual training, emotional, physical, and psychological awareness and care, but just a sadist in general. He's a very confused victim of grooming who gets off on hurting people who look like his mother. His first genuine act of emotional vulnerability with Anastasia, the first one that holds any real meaning to him, is getting on his knees and letting her violate a previously stated boundary (touching his chest), which is FUCKED UP but entirely telling of the values that were instilled in him when he was being groomed as a teenager, that love is submission, devotion is submission, and submission is self-destructive, which is horrible and I really empathize with that experience. He turns to this charade of dominance (and extremely unhealthy BDSM practice) as a rejection of his grooming but also as a way of expressing his pent up trauma that he refuses to address in a healthy way. However, when it comes time for him to show Ana who he is, be genuine with her, what does he do? He kneels, palms up, eyes to the floor.

The truth is, if he were able to find submission on his own, he would have a much better internal relationship with his submissive tendencies. (if I'm remembering correctly, I haven't seen the second film in ages)

So, how this connects to Anakin (in the way that I think and write about him) is that he probably sees things in the same way. For his own reasons (i.e. slavery, losing his mother, Palpatine's grooming), Anakin has problems relinquishing control, not just in a sexual sense but in a spiritual one too. He does not feel entirely comfortable giving things up to the will of the force.

So when it comes to you and the power you have over him, it completely tears him up inside to be at someone's mercy and it's something he clearly fights against when he's with you. Like, this isn't necessarily a sexy thought, but I almost picture him hating you sometimes because of it. Yet, how he expresses love for you, in his own fucked up little way, is to let you cross his boundaries and see hints of that submission. He lets you get on top, he lets you pull his hair, he lets you use his body, because he loves you and he loves it, he just can't help but feel conflicted and weak for how good he feels when you use him. So sometimes he fucks you rough with tears in his eyes crying and groaning in your ear about how much he fucking hates you, because his insides feel all twisted the fuck up.

Is this fucked up? probably, but I see it as being pretty aligned with his character.

ALSO SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG REPLY THAT PROBABLY MAKES NO SENSE, your asks always get my brain working, sparkle, dearest.

[eastgaysian]

where do you get the sense that shiv feels tom getting her pregnant was a physical betrayal...?

my beautiful mind :)

eh it's definitely not the most clear or elegant phrasing on my part, written on my phone at 1am etc, also realize it's kind of dependent on an understanding of the tomshiv gender-body-fucked/fucking matrix that only exists within my mind palace. and people are ofc free to disagree with my reading of anything, i have, like, extremely specific takes that have built up over time.

shiv's feelings about her own pregnancy/specifically that tom got her pregnant are obviously extremely complicated - 'physical betrayal' is not the clearest expression of what i'm trying to say there but, yeah, imo, a sense of betrayal is part of it.

(NB: i am 100% aware that scenes set after it's revealed shiv is pregnant were not all shot afterwards/with knowledge that shiv was pregnant. i will still be talking about them in the context of the show as reflective of shiv's feelings about her pregnancy/her body etc because i think not talking about the show the way it aired and we watched it is nonsensical.)

like, i don't think it's totally accurate to say either that shiv wants to or doesn't want to have a kid - in one sense it happened to her and she went along with it, and in another she did have to work towards and choose it to some degree. it's something that she wanted to be able to choose but couldn't bring herself to decide. she distances herself from the prospect with the suggestion of freezing 'baby popsicles' but never fully rejects it. i believe lucy prebble on the official podcast post-honeymoon states said that she felt there was a part of shiv that wanted there to be some kind of issue with the fetus so she could justify terminating it - hearing that everything is fine is partially a relief, and partially terrifying because it means whatever shiv decides about her own pregnancy is completely her decision and her responsibility.

the concept of having/raising kids isn't innately repulsive to shiv, imo. there are some aspects that appeal to her, which have less to do with the actual child than what that child could represent - logan's approval and affection, as she imagines in honeymoon states; getting one over on kendall/her brothers as a whole by successfully having her own biological child; spiting caroline by proving actually i can be a mother, and a better one than you. deciding to never have kids means giving up on all of that and tacitly admitting to a deficiency. at the same time, shiv knows that child's going to be fucked and is daring someone to call her on it by continuing to drink and making jokes about fobbing the baby off on a nanny. it's a bad decision, but nobody's stopping her, so it's her bad decision to try and prove something.

the physical aspect of being pregnant, though, is definitely disturbing to her. her whole life shiv has been limited by and demeaned for being a woman, getting reduced to her body and its perceived sole function of carrying children. (kendall voice) it's only your teats that give you any value! the corporate world has no respect for a pregnant woman or a mother and shiv cannot stand feeling disrespected. related to this, shiv highly prizes her bodily autonomy. to her being impregnated by someone else is always going to feel like a violation, being treated as an incubator for someone else's purposes. (citing dalia oreganosbaby's post that explains this better than i do.) her keeping the pregnancy a secret/continuing to drink is in some ways an attempt to retain her sense of agency and bodily autonomy by refusing to let it affect her lifestyle or emotions.

in this sense being impregnated by tom particularly registers as a 'betrayal' in that, like, because tom was unique as the man she felt safe around emotionally and physically - because shiv felt she was the one with the power/the one doing the fucking - he became the man who was able to truly fuck her emotionally and physically (betray her to logan/impregnate her). she thought she had control over him (he was more openly emotionally invested than her, she fucked other people and he didn't) and he turned it around to subordinate her positionally and physically. the broadness/masculinity that made her think he was reliable humiliated her instead.

[adasknife]

Hello lovely!!

How do you think modern Aeons see Ada? I feel like they don't really know her. They're not paying attention to what she's saying or doing. They base their opinion of her on how she acts towards Leon and they will always justify her actions instead of wondering WHY she's acting that way.

She's 'nice' to Leon: omg yes true love uwu she saved his life see she's not a villain!!!

She's 'mean' to Leon: lmaooo you go girlboss point a gun at him yes end his life!!!

BUT if someone suggests Leon doesn't want her because of the latter, they act like crybabies.

She's like a doll to them, a vessel for them to pour their projections on. They don't wonder about her aspirations or fears. It's all so superficial to them. I don't see this happening to any other character (well a lot of ppl baby Leon but most acknowledge his rights and wrongs, and ppl call the other characters out on their bullshit, but with Ada it's just... you can't say a bad thing abt her or you will be crucified, but they cant even form a proper argument against someone who dislikes her, its always stfu hater r#acist and jealous). Like I like Ada but sometimes she pisses me off lol. All of the characters do. Why is it such a taboo for Aeons to admit Ada fucks up too?

I think most, if not all, Ada Wong 'fans' are Aeon shippers first and foremost. That's why they're refusing to acknowledge that Campom is getting rid of the romantic aspect of Aeon in the remake: if Ada isn't with Leon or Leon isnt chasing after her, she loses her charm and they have to acknowledge the 'ugly' parts of her character, bc they NEVER hold her accountable for anything. She's done some questionable stuff but they're always like "omg yes mother slay queen go be a criminal babygirl do your thing". Like they never stop to analyze her. It's so dehumanizing that her own 'fans' do not care to analyze her outside of her being the sexy aloof spy who is the Love Interest and acts mysterious and looks sexy. They are the ones perpetuating the stereotype about her. Bc they don't care to know her. They know everything they want to know: that Leon wants her, and thats enough for them.

Sorry for the long message, you're one of the few ppl on here who actually offers a different, realistic, HUMAN analysis on Ada.

i don't know about the modern aeons a lot. i only know one decent enough, and they seem to respect ada but of course aeon is their main thing. the ones that i do know less of but their reputation is very high and mighty. yeah. unfortunately, they don't really seem the... biggest fans of her. i can respect the motivation for her. especially with those who baby leon.

i mean, imagining shipping aeon and suddenly you get people shitting on ada because she manipulate him. blah, blah, that sort of thing.

those are the one who definitely just defend her for the #girlpower which once again. can't argue against that. ada is allowed to use leon, but they definitely rank up her mean heart. i think it's double down the comments against ada or they just really like that specific dynamic.

but that's when you mention the other thing, the ada needs leon to 'really' manner to the story.

that's another sad yeah to some fans and i feel like it's accidentally. like, i certainly hope none of these fans actually do it on purpose. or disliking characters. like, i have seen people who hate leon and people who hate ada (y'know disliking her character not disliking her for race or jealousy), and i follow both to get an understanding on why people hate them. i dislike and like living in an echo chamber, but how will you get the understanding of the characters?

i feel i am rambling now so, i'll try to hurry up. aeons want a validation of the past self of the ship. imagine wasting years of your life, begging for ship to become canon and re6 comes along and destroys it again. like, i follow an aeon shipper and a couple aeons get angry at the idea of shipping a different person with leon or even an oc.

like, i don't hundred percent think that they project themselves in ada. they want to understand her as well, but they are bias of believing ada needs leon. when... she never did. in re6, helena is telling leon to go with ada and leon rejects it. even he never needed her.

helena is like an aggressive aeon shipper, she thinks she understands their story, but who knows it better than them two. and that's where the flaw of the writing comes to place and the fans have to write it in to fill in the holes. making theories that leon is an alcoholic for missing ada or that he is happier in death island because he got the 'pussy'. (comments in aeon videos)

like this is messy, it's unfortunate that ada doesn't get many thoughts of fans. like jacksepticeye said, "they'll make cute babies." or the pieces of writing of ada repeat that ada protects leon with the bias of the OG games while speaking about the remakes.

i try in this blog to avoid leon (sometimes i fail and that's fine.) so ada can shine as a bad and good character. i don't worship the ground that ada walks over. i think she is hot. i think she is good but the writing/fans think that kindness is only meant for leon. i just hope fans adore their female characters as much they claim. the ugly and the pretty.

i hope aeon shippers think the same. i hope they aren't always horrible and try to understand half the ship they love

[carnavalesque]

“𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓…” part 2

𝗷͜𝘂͜𝗻͜𝘀͜𝗲͜𝗼͜&͜𝘀͜𝗮͜𝗺͜

Junseo for sure found a lot of brothers through the gang - but he also most definitely found his twin from another mother through Sam. And yes they will cause chaos, and yes sometimes, they're mad at each other, are crude with their words, and mean when it comes down to it. But nobody will ever defend Sam more fiercely than Junseo, because he's his brother above everything else.

𝗸͜𝗶͜𝗻͜𝗮͜𝗺͜&͜𝗷͜𝘂͜𝗻͜𝘀͜𝗲͜𝗼͜

Finding a place where he's loved for who he is was always tough for Kinam. But not in the gang, not with Nari, and more especially not with Junseo, who always had kind smiles specially reserved to him. And sure, Junseo lowkey hated him when the whole "Sam-drama" happened (words of Nari), but he never turned his back on him. They're family - of course they'll fight. But they'll also love each other, very deeply.

𝘃͜𝗶͜𝗼͜𝗹͜𝗲͜𝘁͜&͜𝗴͜𝗮͜𝗯͜𝗿͜𝗶͜𝗲͜𝗹͜

Ask Violet, she'll always answer that she hates her brother. But for the girl, who's always sincere, that's probably the biggest lie she's ever told. Sure, Gabriel hurt her, deeply, while she failed to realize that he was trying to protect her from who he was turning into. But Violet always had, and always will have a soft spot for her older brother, the one who was her safe space for more than ten years - and he's still the one she cherishes the most in the world.

𝗺͜𝗶͜𝗻͜𝗷͜𝗮͜𝗲͜&͜𝗺͜𝗶͜𝗻͜𝘀͜𝘂͜

Minjae doesn't like anyone, is made to spread chaos, and that's about it. That's what everyone thinks, and what he likes to tell people. But there's this boy, this fucking boy, who slipped inside his heart, without telling anyone, and there's virtually nothing Minjae can refuse to Minsu. He's just his best friend - and even if he will never say it sober, Minjae is deeply grateful for the way Minsu makes everything a little bit more bearable for him.

𝗷͜𝗮͜𝗱͜𝗲͜&͜𝗶͜𝘀͜𝗲͜𝘂͜𝗹͜

Jade has always dreamt of having a big sister - and even if she deeply disagrees with the idea of Kyungsu of joining a gang, at least, it gave her Iseul. An older sister, who loves her through and through, and who guides her through life. She's been her rock, for a very long time now, and Jade will do everything in her power to protect her, even if it's simply to nurse her back to health from time to time.

𝗶͜𝘀͜𝗲͜𝘂͜𝗹͜&͜𝗰͜𝗼͜𝗿͜𝗱͜𝗲͜𝗹͜𝗶͜𝗮͜

Iseul never really was the same, after she lost Cordelia. Saying she found her again is complicated - after all, the brunette is still relentlessly attacking her, not ready to forgive her entirely for the Set incident. And yet, being in the same gang as her, now, makes Iseul feel like she's starting to become a little more complete. She's ready to wait, if it means she'll have a little sister by her side all the time.

𝗲͜𝘂͜𝗻͜𝘄͜𝗼͜𝗼͜&͜𝘀͜𝘂͜𝗻͜

Eunwoo is convinced he could've survived the Circle by himself - nothing he never done before. And yet, he's still immensely grateful for Sun's presence, who never let him go, not once, not even when he was doing stupid bullshit such as getting beaten up, or when he steals his clients. Because, at the end of the day, Eunwoo is a child made to be part of a huge family - wherever he goes, he'll always find big brothers ready to defend him.

𝘀͜𝘂͜𝗻͜&͜𝗵͜𝘆͜𝘂͜𝗻͜-͜𝗸͜𝗶͜

Sun has never felt more worried in his life than the day he found Eunwoo almost dying - curtesy of his last client. And yet, he never felt more relieved than the moment he saw Hyun-Ki taking care of him with such kindness it made his heart burst. Hyun-Ki is the one who made Sun believe they could have a chance at life, out there, if they just stuck together - and for that, he'll do anything for the younger boy, just to be sure they'll never be separated.

𝘀͜𝗲͜𝘂͜𝗻͜𝗴͜&͜𝗯͜𝗲͜𝗹͜𝗹͜𝗲͜

Seung rarely had the chance to meet Belle - it's not her fault, he admits, because he's generally uninterested in meeting other people. But she's different. She matters. She's important - because she always cares for Maggie when he's unable to do so, because she saved her before he was even here, and will continue to do so, until Seung is entirely fixed, repaired enough to care for their girl the way he should.

𝗷͜𝗶͜𝗵͜𝗼͜𝗼͜𝗻͜&͜𝗺͜𝗮͜𝗱͜𝗲͜𝗹͜𝗲͜𝗶͜𝗻͜𝗲͜

Jihoon, contrary to his best friends, never showed any interest in any girl other than Renata - and somehow, this is why he befriended Madeleine that easily. There's never such things as flirting between them, simply a friendship that runs deeply, and an understanding that goes beyond words. They're made to care for each other, the way they care for Seob, and Jihoon is just fine with that.

[chvton]

adrien agreste microfic. words: 669. warnings: none.

It was three AM when he heard it. The alarm that indicated he needed to get out of bed, wake up Plagg, and figure out what the fuck was going on. They were exhausted. Aching joints and sore muscles crying out in protest as they pulled themselves out of the warm embrace of the covers. “Plagg,” He groaned, voice still raspy from his sleep, “‘s the akuma alarm.” 

“Five more minutes,” the kwami snipped back, not even opening his eyes. 

With a role of their eyes, Adrien was setting up the bed to keep prying eyes from thinking he was anywhere else in the city of Paris. Just for good measure, he grabbed a post-it and scrawled out Nathalie, if you’re reading this and you tell my father, I’m telling him you took me go karting x. With any luck, if she was to look for him, she’d think they were out with friends. Model, heartthrob, Adrien Agreste out womanizing on a Friday at all hours of the night was an easy way to justify his empty bed, and gave Adrien the latitude to shirk all of his handlers. Even if it felt unbelievable to them, given their stealth nature. 

The superhero by night, and supermodel by day life came with its draw backs. But at the end of the day, there were certain things he loved about both, that they shoved down to the deepest parts of their mind. It was easier that way. It was easier of Nathalie thought that he was just a teenager sneaking around and partying, and that he knew at some point they would be caught. Just as it was easier to lie to himself about liking the attention from his father when a campaign did particularly well. From the outside, it looked like being Chat Noir was the most complicated part of his life (obviously barring that no one actually knew about that part) but as far as Adrien was concerned, that interpersonal shit was way harder to deal with. How could anyone really grapple with his relationship to his father, his being raised by a million governesses, nannies, and handlers, even before his mother disappeared? How could anyone understand that even though it hadn’t been confirmed, they knew she was dead a long time ago, and the way their father refused to admit that felt so heavy on their chest. They gave the man so much slack because of it, which inevitably lead to a thousand conversations with Nino about how “gabriel’s not uncool, he’s misguided. You don’t find people after three years of them being missing. You find their bones.” 

All of that being said, it was obvious leaning into the superhero life was a welcome reprieve from the near constant chaos of their personal life, not even getting into the queerness of it all. 

Adrien shook their head, their lingering thoughts of sleep falling by the wayside with the motion, and pulled on some plush sweats and a sweatshirt to replace his pajamas. God forbid he have to transform back in public, he definitely wasn’t doing it in pajama pants and a tank top. At least this way, they didn’t have to find a clean binder amongst their pile of clothing, still left forgotten at the corner of the room.

“Plagg, claws out,” he called with a yawn. He didn’t expect anything less than the theatrical shouting in response from the sleeping kwami, but that didn’t matter. They were off to meet ladybug. A look at the phone embedded in his staff gives them an idea of where they were going, vaulting off to the Arc de Triomphe. Holy shit, was this some akumatized tourist? What was ANYONE doing there at 3 AM? When the red and black of their partner’s uniform came into view, Adrien couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that broke out across their face. 

“You’re late, kitty.” She smiled, watching as he vaulted onto the rooftop beside her. 

This was going to be a fun night.

[fleurriee]

let’s go let’s go let’s gooooo!! arranged marriage trope?? prince neteyam?? sign me the fuck up asdfghjkl

Gone were the humpbacked sea surfaces, replaced by the boundless freedom of the open sky. The white foam, once adorning the ocean's crown, now transformed into fluffy clouds, resembling intricately woven blankets. It was as if the heavens themselves provided a soft embrace, offering comfort and warmth.

writing writing writing writing >>>

…he missed his youth, even from a time when his family sought shelter. He missed being careless, learning new things, having fun…

neteyam bby 🤧 all he ever wanted was to be the child he was supposed to be, but he had too many responsibilities :((

"Mawey, brother."

im sorry, but i really need neteyam to tell me to calm down in na’vi. his voice??? 🥵

Apprehensive of his brother's reaction, Lo'ak didn't know how to say it, "Uh, I kinda… please don't be mad at me."

sometimes i really consider whether lo’ak is my favourite, just bc of things like this lmao. he’s so pure and innocent yet at the same time literally the spawn of the devil & all i wanna do is wrap him up in a blanket and give him the biggest smooch

Yes, she was a stranger to him whom he had never seen once, but she was soon to become the closest and most important person in his life after all.

gentleman neteyam ughhghghh gimme gimme gimme

"My daughter, you have been chosen by the Omatikaya to become their Olo'eyktan's mate," your mother had said, beaming with pride.

honestly if i never knew anything about him & had no idea what he was like, i’d run away too… but then i’d come running straight back when i see its neteyam ugh lets be honest THAT MAN <33

"But what about my own happiness?" your voice had been barely above a whisper.

And now you stood here, in front of the Tsahik of the Omatikaya — who was so different from the one in your clan — and were forced to undress and be inspected by her…

i cant imagine being in that situation :((

Her name was Kiri, and amidst the chaos of the day, she appeared to be the most grounded and relatable person you had encountered; she was clearly the most normal person in this whole clan, that was for sure.

man i love kiri so fucking much. i can definitely imagine her being the only one the reader can go to when she feels trapped like this. best sister tbh

Before anyone could respond, a stunning woman entered the tent with grace and elegance, capturing the attention of all present.

hell yeah she’s so fucking beautiful!!! wanna be her so bad

 You chuckled to yourself, even though you refused to admit it openly, it was a remarkably beautiful name. At least you had to give him that, you would have a mate with a pretty name.

pretty name for a pretty boy huh

"Or y/n'ite…You know what, kind of eww because he's my brother but it's good that you already think about your children's names," Kiri said smiling smugly.

“No, I mean it, repeat that in front of my grandmother and she will be head over heels for you.” You highly doubted that.

i love this dynamic between the two of them & i love kiri in general. have i mentioned that before?? like the way you write makes her ten times better than she already is istg. you’re just too talented lana

"Is he dull? Not very smart? Mentally slow? I can work on those."

lmao her confidence is unmatched 😭

"I mostly like him, more than Lo'ak at least," the younger girl began venting in a nonchalant tone, "but today I'm so angry at him, he really—"

tuk just being brutally honest lmao gotta love her. she’s too innocent :(( but also?? neteyam?? what you up to??

Tuk smiled at you and said, "Did anyone ever tell you how pretty you are? You're going to have wonderful children, I know it." And just like that, she left.

TUK?? BABY TUK UR SO ADORABLE I LOVE UUU

"Nature is calling."

"Oh," his eyes grew wide within a second, "Oh, uh," he stammered, "Yes, um, sure, you can– you can just go over, uh, there," he cleared his throat several times and pointed in two different directions with his hands, a light blush visible on his cheeks, "D-do you know the way? You do, don't you? Should I…?"

oh my god, men lmao 🙄 always works

Lost in your thoughts, and trying different ways, you remained oblivious to the presence behind you, until a man cleared his throat and approached you.

"Um, are you in need of assistance of some kind?" he asked, his voice gentle and filled with genuine concern.

i already know that’s my baby, always the gentleman.

"If you must know, I'm trying to find out the best way to climb over these rocks."

"Climb... whatever for?" he questioned, genuinely intrigued by your confession.

IS THIS QUEEN CHARLOTTE??? THE REFERENCE??? IMPECCABLE LANA

"I'm a woman in need of help. And you refuse?" you confronted him, your voice tinged with disbelief.

"I refuse when that woman in need of help is trying to go over the rocks so that she does not have to be my mate," he stated, his words hanging in the air, revealing a truth that caught you off guard.

AHAHAHAA LANA THIS IS SO PERFECT! THE CROSSOVER?? IM GETTING BUTTERFLIES  I WANT THIS

"Not your Olo'eyktan," he corrected you in a soft-spoken manner, withdrawing his hand. "Neteyam."

"I mean, yes, your Olo'eyktan, but to you, just Neteyam," he clarified jokingly, the sound of his beautiful laugh after made you speechless.

ughghghhgh 😫 he’s the definition of gentleman… TO YOU, JUST NETEYAM??? i’m on the floor rn

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, contemplating his words. Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with a sincere and gentle admiration. "You are incomparable."

"No one told me you'd be this beautiful. You may be too beautiful to be my mate…”

INCOMPARABLE?? IM DYING LANA THIS IS SO SWEET AND AMAZING AND EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED ASDFGHJKL

"But I cannot show it and climb over rocks and fly away with my ikran because I am Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, and that would cause a scandal. But I promise you, I am neither a demon nor a beast," he reassured, his eyes ever so dreamily locked with yours. "Just Neteyam."

crying 😭🤧

lana this was so unbelievably amazing, like it’s 10000% a favourite fic of mine now, u have no idea. you’re writing is always so beautiful and has feeling like im actually there in the moment. and the way you write neteyam?? PRINCE NETEYAM?? had me writhing even when this was just pure fluff istg.

anyways, gonna be coming back to this wonderful fic constantly, just a forewarning bby <33

JUST NETEYAM | neteyam x reader

pairing: olo'eyktan!neteyam x f!reader

summary: despite being from a different clan and expected to marry the leader of the omatikaya without knowing him, you agree to it for the sake of your family, but doubts start haunting you the moment you set foot in the clan, causing you to plan your escape on the day of your mating ceremony.

word count: 8k

warnings: arranged marriage trope, fluffffff, love-at-first-sight kinda thing, a bit of angst in the beginning, traditions, non-sexual nudity, prejudiced reader, royal neteyam, he is just such a prince it’s unreal!!

note: all characters are aged up by five years. the title eyktan/eykte (leader) being unofficially reserved for the olo'eyktan (clan leader)’s mate made sense to me since both are supposed to rule together. please correct me if i’m wrong. see end notes for more.

* gif‘s not mine.

You will learn to love her. He remembered his mother’s voice, and he recalled the vast expanse of the sky, where billowing clouds danced gracefully and the wind embraced him with gentle caresses. The sky, like an endless canvas, painted in hues of blue, purple, and gold, held a beauty that stirred his soul. 

Instead of roaring waves crashing against the cliffs, he witnessed the majestic flight of ikrans, soaring high above the jagged peaks. Their wings, strong and mighty, carried him through the heavens, as if he were a part of their elegant dance. Gone were the humpbacked sea surfaces, replaced by the boundless freedom of the open sky. The white foam, once adorning the ocean’s crown, now transformed into fluffy clouds, resembling intricately woven blankets. It was as if the heavens themselves provided a soft embrace, offering comfort and warmth.

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