#at least he can be that one creature from the quiet place lmao

[dreamingcricket]

politely requesting either halsin or astarion with a tav/reader who like..shrugs off their advances bc they don’t think someone like either of them would take interest in them. like very oblivious to the fact that people actually like them. (totally not self indulgent lmao) ((i love mutual pining to lovers i-))

CW: Mild sexual content, reader is injured

Astarion has started to question whether this is your way of gently rebuffing him, or you're actually this dense.

He's not a subtle flirt. He uses all his most seasoned tricks, exhausts every overture he can think of. He can't remember wanting anyone this much. And yet, every one of his suggestive quips is laughed off.

He's there in the morning, sliding in beside you as you drink your tea. "Good morning, beautiful. You're looking absolutely radiant today." He runs a finger down your arm. When you blush and smile back, something warms in the pit of his stomach.

He's there as you put on your armour. "Allow me, dove." And as he tightens the straps on your mantle, he lets his fingers brush the underside of your jaw. "There. Just right." He purrs into your ear.

And of course, when he feeds. He takes his time, pulling you close, cradling your head, running his fingers through your hair. He nuzzles into your neck before he bites, pressing his lips against your rabbiting pulse for just a moment longer than he should.

Even in battle, when he's swiftly at your back, flashing you brilliant smiles as he races to your defense, you jovially thank him, like you do all your companions. Like he's your friend. Just your friend.

All efforts so far, completely ignored.

So now he watches you from across camp, the firelight dancing across your features as you laugh (he tries to ignore the tender stirring in his chest at the sound).

He throws back his glass of wine, and grimaces at the pitying glances of his compatriots. Of course it was obvious to anyone except you.

You stood, bid Wyll and Karlach goodnight, but instead of disappearing into your tent, you vanished into the brush.

Astarion sat for a long moment. He should let you go. You clearly weren't interested, and he should just... move on. Like he always had.

Who are you kidding, you fool?

He didn't care that he startled Gale with his speed and he pursued you into the woods.

You were seated on a rock, your face turned up toward a shaft of moonlight, eyes closed. He stopped to admire you.

"Sorry I took off. I just wanted to enjoy the quiet."

"I'll go, if you want me to."

You start, and turn towards his voice. "Astarion, didn't expect you."

"Were you expecting someone?"

"No... just-

He's suddenly surging forward without thought, and the two of you are rolling across the grass.

"Astarion, what the fu-"

He silences you with a burning kiss, brimming with anger and desperation. You roll him onto his back, furiously returning his advance. "What-" you pant between kisses. "-took you so long, idiot."

He's furiously tugging at your linen shirt, baring your back and shoulders. You'd be angry if you weren't still reeling.

"You never flirted back!" He pins you down, only to find his hips locked between your legs.

"I flirt constantly, Astarion! You drink my blood every night! I've been waiting for you to take the next step for weeks!" Now it's you tearing at his shirt, your hands groping for purchase on his shoulders. "I thought you didn't think of me like that." Now it's your lips against his neck, and he chokes on a moan.

"That's not flirting!" He's never been this heated during sex. He's a collected lover, and for all the inherent violence of his existence, he realizes - he wants to be gentle. At least this time.

He takes your hands in his and stills your thrashing. You lock eyes, both of you out of breath, chests heaving. He places a single, gentle kiss to the palm of your hand. "Shall we begin again, love?"

"I'd like that."

"My name's Astarion. You are a truly stunning creature," he leans down, and whispers to you, "... and I'd very much like to make love to you tonight."

Halsin thinks you are quite possibly the most extraordinary person he's ever met.

 

He can't erase the image of you the first time he saw you from his mind, eyes ablaze, arcane power crackling at your fingertips. 

He's had so many partners, but all of his love affairs were brief, transient. Deep, but nothing had ever moved him like this. Typically, Halsin is straightforward with his feelings. His passing dalliances with fellow druids and traveling rangers had never daunted him. But with you, making his feelings known was... complicated.

You'd been through a significant trauma, and while you put on a quite the brave face, ever the intrepid leader, he's been around long enough to see your fragility. You'd seen so many horrors in such a short amount of time. Emotions were running high, he wouldn't risk coming on too strong.

So instead... he brought you gifts. It was a very natural way to court someone, at least. Baskets of berries, a fresh catch from the river, perhaps they're gifts to his own taste, but he hopes you'll enjoy them.

He offered to braid your hair, to help ease the tension in your shoulders with a massage in the evenings (his hands are absolutely enormous, which certainly helps). 

And, unbeknownst to the rest of the camp, and to his mild shame, he couldn't help but rub his scent near your tent. He wouldn't invade your boundaries and touch your things, but he couldn't help his instincts. Lae'zel noticed at last, but only scoffed and offhandedly remarked, "The way you dance around your affections is pathetic. Tell them, or stop simpering."

Things eventually came to a head when you were injured, badly. The arrow tore through your side, and you hit the ground before you could register you'd been shot, the world became pain and a blur of color and noise. 

Halsin was by your side in a heartbeat, shielding you with his frame as spells and arrows flew overhead.

"Don't move little one, you're losing blood." He sounded calm, but there was a tremor in his voice. You'd never seen him afraid before.

"Halsin..."

"Shh, shh. Hold still." His magic flows through you, and the muscles in your side knit back together as he pulls the arrow free.

"Halsin." Your hand lifted to weakly brush his cheek. Your vision was swimming. 

The thunderous roar of battle magic echoed nearby. Gale rushed towards you. "Are they alright?"

"They will be." Halsin spoke it like an oath. "But they're weak." 

"We'll finish this, get them to safety!"

Halsin cradled your body to his chest and barreled off the battlefield. You drifted in and out of consciousness, but were always aware of his arms around you. They felt like safety. Like home.

The druid ducks behind a half destroyed wall, and begins to reassess your wound. "Gods, you frightened me." He lays you down carefully, head in his lap, and begins to clean the wound. 

You smile up at him. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me."

"I like this."

He's puzzled. "Being horribly injured?"

"Being held by you." 

At that moment, your body finally gave out, and your vision went black. 

When you woke, bandaged and sore, in your tent, Halsin was sitting by your bedroll with his back to you. Recalling in horror the confession you'd made, you try to pretend you were still asleep. 

"I know you're awake, little one." 

You sigh. "I'm... about what I said, I'm sorry. I know you don't feel that way, and-" 

"Stop." He turned and placed a finger against your lips. "No more words." 

You braced for his rejection. At least the druid was kind, empathetic. Or perhaps his pity would make it worse. 

His lips coming down on yours were not what you expected. He was gentle, and smelled of moss and pretrichor, dark soil and sweat. You kissed him back, laughing into his mouth. 

He pulls away, then presses his forehead to yours. "I'm here. As long as you'll have me." 

"Oh, I intend to." Your attempt to sit up is hampered by a shock of pain from your wound. "Ow. Shit."

Halsin guides you back down to your pillows. "All in good time, little one."

[whattadroid]

I rewatched alien: romulus with subtitles this time so if you (like me) were looking for spelling/names OR might be able to answer some small lore questions, I'll list them all under the cut :)

(I apologize in advance for the shitty formatting. I typed this all out like an animal and I truly do not know how to edit tumblr formatting lmao)

Characters:

Marie Raine Carradine (Rain), Andy (model number ND-225, also: could that be a positronic man reference? Positronic Man's Andrew was NDR-113 but the ND -> Andrew thing felt too similar to ignore), Tyler, Kay (Tyler's sister), Bjorn (Tyler and Kay's cousin, also the father of Kay's unborn baby), Navarro, and Rook (same model as Ash from Alien, Rook is his surname and he has an unknown first name I believe)

Places:

Jackson (a WY mining colony), Yvaga III (a non Weyland-Yutani solar system which apparently means that androids are not allowed there which is INCREDIBLY interesting to me), Corbelan IV (the name of the ship the group works out of. I think it's supposed to be a hauling vessel? Short flight probably because it doesn't have any long flight capabilities like cryosleep chambers), Renaissance Space Station (the name of the station where shit goes down, separated into two halves called Romulus and Remus)

Some interesting tidbits:

- Rain's dad FOUND Andy "in the trash" according to Bjorn. Also, Rain's dad (presumably) repaired him, wrote directives for him, and knew enough about synthetic programming to know how to alter their personality. Or maybe he just straight up told Andy "hey memorize this book of dad jokes" and Andy was functional but just as glitchy when they found him.

- Jackson is fucked, btw. With all of those facehuggers that fell into the colony the odds are that at least one of them survived and, as Andy himself said, they are "busy little creatures". I wonder if there will be future mentions to a destroyed Jackson colony?

- The scene with Kay sort of quietly sneaking through the hallway with the orange lighting looked SO MUCH like the alien from alien: isolation, with the flared fingers and all. Am I the only one that made that connection?? Was it a connection at all lmao??? It's all I can think abt each time I see that gif.

- Tyler's actor was fucking incredible. I missed a lot of the hard hitting scenes the first time but goddamn. The tear while Kay is screaming and they are trying to be quiet? Begging andy ON HIS KNEES to open the door to save Kay? The way he's like numbly denying what he just saw saying "okay, okay. I'll just go and get her" after Kay gets taken. very good shit

- Rook says "I discovered the genome" as in HE specifically discovered it. I just thought that was interesting that he attributed it to himself. I wonder if he was in charge and had human assistants (interesting implications there to the importance of synthetics to WY's scientific structure) or if HE was the "assistant" (bc he's a synth) and yet was the one who discovered it and, probably regardless of what the human scientists believe, takes the merit of the discovery.

- It seems like WY synthetics are STRONGER than xenomorphs. Andy pried open a closing station door and held up the elevator in two scenes, both of which had moments where a xenomorph tried to do the same thing and failed or was not able to do it as effortlessly as he had. Maybe I'm reading into the movie magic too much but I was VERY interested in that.

Questions!!! (most of these probably do not have answers yet, which is okay, but some of you have encyclopedic knowledge of alien lore lol so I just wanted to try)

1. Is Rain under 18?? I didn't catch the info on the screen when Rain was talking to the WY rep about her quota but I can't understand why they would ask that if she was over 18. Why would it matter? Was it maybe just because she had family listed on her account or something?

2. WHY are there "quotas" and contracts? What are THEY (the workers) getting out of it? Are they prisoners? Are they colonists that didn't realize what the fuck they were signing on to do? Was Rain born on the colony? They said that it was Rain and Andy's first time in space, so probably, right?

3. Does a xenomorph grow in the chambers of the heart? I sort of figured because it went down the throat that it grew in the stomach, but it seemed like (thru the gore at least) the xenomorph was incubating and burst from the chambers of the heart. I may have misidentified the organs though lol, or maybe Navarro's heart just straight up was In The Way.

4. Do WY androids have the same heat signature as a human? If so, why? It is way too much a coincidence to build an android with a 98.6 ambient temperature. If they do NOT have the same heat signature, why didn't the facehuggers react to andy? They reacted to the flare despite it being non-organic, so I thought they would've reacted to him in some way at least, or had some sort of scene with them crawling all over andy like spiders trying to see if he was organic and then treating him like furniture when they realized he wasn't (missed opportunity cause that would've been a really freaky shot lol)

5. Why did Kay touch her breast after she had "given birth"? Was she lactating the genome? I tried to pay very close attention bc I missed it the first time too but I don't know what they were trying to insinuate there. It seemed too sticky to be the genome.

[cheezeybread]

Once I learn how to draw, it is OVER for you nerds.

I'm gonna have to commission someone to make a proper character sheet for her one day 🤣

Anyway, more about my twst oc, Tallulah, as I try to straighten out her character! And also some of my Yuusona, Ray...just some sprinkles here and there, teehee.

Man, maybe I should just go ahead and write a fanfic for her, idk!

Sooooo have a random jumble of thoughts!

Orca mermaids, like irl orcas, tend to stick in a "pod", made up of famil members and Mayne a few tagalongs! They're divided based on their last names (ex, the "Freshwater" pod will be made up of those in the Freshwater family), so Tallulah belongs to the RingWater pod.

Having not as many white spots on her body compared to the other orcas, she has an advantage against prey if she hunts in the deeper areas of the ocean (of course, this also means that she won't be able to see as well, since it's dark lol). She's had some accidents hunting, when coming across sea creatures that can easily spot her in the darkness, but nothing life-threatening. Other than the cookie cutter shark that tried to nibble on her when she was a young lass.

Discovering her knack for some types of magic, as well as finding the concept of land fascinating, like many other mercreatures, Tallulah left her family to work on Sage's Island- eventually landing a part-time gig at the Night Raven College's library, and another part time job at an antique shop towards the coast. Both jobs keep her busy, for sure, but during her down-time, Tallulah will check out books from the library about magic and practice whenever she can. She's not very good at it due to no professional teachings, but it's a start!

Tallulah is a relatively quiet girl, who prefers to keep her thoughts to herself and doesn't see much reason so speak to strangers. But at least she's smart to make up for her lack of social-ness! Sis has those smart-orca genes, and is a cunning lil beyotch-. At NRC's library, she's known for being able to suggest specific books for classes and knows exactly where each individual book is (blame it on her being a huge nerd who spends most of her free time at said library, even though she's not an actual student...lmao, what a loser!!)

But alas, one day she has the unfortunate luck of running into Ray, a magicless human who's found herself stuck both in this world and in this school. The two strike up a quick friendship as Ray babbles on about her situation while Tallulah is working on sorting books, and since Ray doesn't have anything better to do, she pops back in to bother our dear little mer-orca gal every shift! Once they get close enough, Ray suggests that Tallulah should come live in Ramshackle with her and Grim, since it's a fairly large building and can house plenty other people! Not to mention they could use the extra muscle in fixing it up. Surprisingly, Crowley agrees (on the condition that he doesn't have to pay Tallulah for working at the library since he'll be giving her a place to live), and now there's one extra member of the Ramshackle home!

Since she's not technically a student, there are some areas of campus that are off-limits to her (pretty much just the main building in which classes are held) for a little while, but don't worry! She gets full-access to the campus after a month or so, just by doing some tasks for the Headmage.

And, in helping Ray and Grim with their classwork (as well as Ace and Deuce since, let's be honest, those two are ALWAYS at the Ramshackle house), Tallulah learns some more about magic, slowly working up her power and skills. She's still not a super-powerful mage, ofc, but baby steps! :)

[obsidianghoul]

🎻 🔱 🤍 🐉 🤔

(i wanna know this for all of them but you can pick which oc you wanna answer them for)

-✨

Gonna answer these for a few of them I guess bc I can't choose either lmao

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

Obsidian: He can play clarinet pretty well (id say like, intermediate?), and is trying to teach himself bass (absolute beginner).

Spruce: Doesn't play any instruments, but he loves to fuck around with hand drums, usually alongside some weird song one of his packmates made up on the fly.

Sion: What DOESNT this ghoul play tbh? He's been around long enough that he's had the chance to learn a good amount of instruments at least to an intermediate level, though his favorites to play are the mandolin and sitar.

Scorch: He can play both guitar and bass at at least an intermediate level, leaning towards advanced on guitar. He claims he's "self taught" but everyone's pretty sure he's taking lessons from someone.

🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

Obsidian: He can swim but he's not great at it. He prefers to just wade in the shallow water, every once in a while venturing deeper or launching himself from the highest point he can find to do a cannonball

Spruce: Cannot swim. He's tried but he just can't get the hang of it, so he just sticks to the shallows and the shore.

Sion: He's a natural in the water, having had years upon years to practice alongside his part-water-ghoul nature. Likes to do laps and practice new swim styles.

Scorch: refuses to learn to swim, even after Tide (his water ghoul bf) practically begged him to.

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Obsidian: Self conscious. open minded. Curious.

Spruce: Even tempered. Soft. Observant.

Sion: Aloof. Serious. Quiet.

Scorch: Idiosyncratic. Non-commital. Daring.

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

Obsidian: Mothman (does he count?)

Spruce: Faun/Satyr

Sion: Basilisk.

Scorch: Cerberus

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Obsidian: THIS GHOUL EATS ROCKS (this started off as a joke but somehow has descended into actual madness). He also collects rocks he thinks are too pretty to eat <3

Spruce: Likes to sleep outside in piles of dirt. If you can't find him he's probably asleep somewhere near or in the garden, or out near the workshed where he keeps all his tools and has a confidently placed pile of dirt that he swears is for the landscaping but cmon we all know better.

Sion: Always fiddling with a pen. Whether it be spinning it between his fingers, clicking the button, or chewing on it absentmindedly, he's always got a pen on him and he's always doing SOMETHING with it.

Scorch: I don't wanna call it echolalia bc I don't think it's the exact same, but when someone's talking to him (or anyone else for that matter, as long as he can hear) he'll just repeat certain words that stand out to him. It annoyed a lot of people at first but most everyone's gotten used to it.

[navysealt4t]

HI BLUE! :D

deposits a snip of wtds in your inbox for the first time in probably months bc its actually been months since ive touched this fic

[...] It doesn't make any sense. But then again, when has anything here ever made sense. It's just the way it is. He has to keep moving, even if he's just meandering. Moonlight is cold, so unlike the warmth of the sun that he's really started to miss. But, it's safer this way. He has to be awake at night. He doesn't have a choice— well. He does have a choice. And it's one he already made, one he made when he decided to set foot out in the maze in the first place. When he sacrificed himself for them. He's alone. Pandora is alone, and he has to live with that. A fighting spirit and a weak body don't mix very well; one will always give before the other, and he can only hope for the best. "It's been quiet," he tries, but it comes out wrong. The sound echoes and bounces off the stone walls surrounding him, practically a taunt that he's playing with fate. Instead, he affirms it, "it's been quiet," shaking off the lingering threads of fear winding in his chest. "The creature's missing again. Which isn't exactly a good sign, but it does grant me a little bit of time. At least until it comes back. I have time enough to explore without too much worry, even if… I'd rather not leave the sectors I've already checked. It's too risky. There's too many traps I won't be able to get out of on my own." Heading down a path he normally would avoid, it takes him away from the clearing. Even though tonight it sounds like nobody's waiting for him, he'd much rather not push his luck. Almost getting caught multiple times because he didn't take enough precautions wasn't going to help. No matter how much he wants to go back. It's for the greater good. It's the right thing to do. He'll only hurt them. He can't hurt them. [...]

what if i said this is the fluff chapter. like. it genuinely is PDDNJK the angst is just seeping through the cracks

aaaaand! song! bonus!

(song: anachronism by crywolf)

ooooo :0 i fucking. i love the eeriness of this whole scene. the "its been quiet" and talking to himself and descriptioon is just soo fitting. also!!! reads very 'calm between the huge ass storm' lmao

also totally get the angst seeping through. so many of my fluff fics have ended up as hurt/comfort bc i forgot to dial back the angst lmao

[naivesilver]

just had an evil thought but I can't help but wonder what things would be like for either some of the other thousand problems gang (or between Eliana and Blue/Geppetto/August) during the spell of shattered sight? I would love to hear your thoughts about it if you have any on the matter? 👀

You know what your evil thought deserves???? An even eviler reply 😠��😠😠 you put this ficlet idea in my head and by God now you will suffer with me. In the show I think the fairies were in the hat while the spell went down but hey, this AU has everything happen at once already, so here they probably never went in the first place LMAO

Send me an episode/chapter/scene/ect. and I'll tell you what my OC was doing during it

"Mother," Eliana calls out, a singsong lilt to her voice. "Won't you come out and greet me, Mother?"

There is no answer, but that does not shock her excessively. She knows the nuns haven't fled - she can feel their presence, thrumming at the edge of her perception in the building before her. Either she is being ignored, or all fairies have sealed themselves inside the convent, to avoid adding their magic to the fighting that rages all across Storybrooke.

That's fine. Eliana doubts that they have been fastidious enough in laying down boundaries to keep the likes of her out - usually it's the other way around, her mother haunting her even though she refuses to talk, but it's a strange day, this one. Surely, a little change of pace won't hurt.

No more than the entire town is already hurt, at least. The people would be enough, all their frustration and fury and clashing spirits, but Eliana can feel more than that, deep into the river and out into the forest. There is magic in that place, and it throbs through her veins and up to the tips of her fingers, like the pain from a twitching nerve - her feet are planted at the entrance of the convent, but her mind is in the woods, listening to the birds shriek angrily as they clamor to fight each other.

Perhaps she should have gone to her father, first, but she does not feel the same reproach for him she has for her mother. And besides, August will likely be butting heads with old Geppetto himself - her baby brother is a grown man, now, and all his anger is justified. Part of Eliana wishes she could see the moment it spills out and bowls their Papa down, but she has more important things to do, right now.

Her bare feet patter down the tiled floor that leads to the main doors, impressively quiet compared to the noise still coming from Main Street. Bummer. She'd hoped the Blue Fairy would hear her coming, would feel the same dread Eliana used to feel, when her mother would visit when she was a child. Her teeth call for biting-tearing-drawing blood, but there's nothing wrong about instilling some fear first.

Especially, she thinks, if the fear comes from the woman who ruined her life.

She knocks gingerly, almost mockingly enthusiastic. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. We don't have all day, mommy dearest."

It irks her, to know that this stubbornness is all her father's influence, that this man who traded her for a younger, more pliable child raised her to be unflinching to such a degree. She wants to yell at him, later. She wants to sink her claws right where it hurts him the most, and then seek out Jiminy to ask if his conscience doesn't gnaw at him, knowing he allowed a boy to be sent out to his doom while a girl he'd known since she was a babe was put aside like a broken toy. She wants them to know how much it hurts.

And still, she is grateful. If she weren't this stubborn, perhaps she'd have already given up on this hunt. Instead she is here, and her father's iron will propels her forward, while her mother's blood allows her to call for help to creatures who will listen.

This boon, she'll grant to the Mother Superior: without her, Eliana would have never had this at her disposal. It's how she survived infancy, while she was growing in all the wrong ways and crying until driads came to peer into her crib. It's how she found her brother hiding in his caravan in the woods, selfish, stupid prodigal son that he is. It's how she can reach out and find who will do her bidding, even if she's tainted blood and not all magic from top to foot.

Her mother once told her that those who can sense such things should be careful of what they do with their knowledge. She said forests especially are beasts with many heads, ready to wake up and snap their jaws at whoever dares disturb them.

Eliana has no trouble believing it, now, for when she pushes the convent doors open and strides inside, the forest around Storybrooke rears its ugliest one and roars, dozens upon dozens of beaks and paws and wings and fangs seizing up to journey alongside her.

[marcus--666]

@decaying-vamp said share with the class so ima share with the class >:D

okay so one thing my self-insert ocs have in common is having "Disney Princess Powers" aka just able to befriend basically any animal because thats something i wish i could do irl lol

this kinda gets long so ima put a read more here lol

I'm still planning out the details, but the oc, Ha'ku (my AFOP oc but for the film timelines, otherwise known as Y'ou in the game universe) is still a Sarentu, but not part of TAP, he was instead "rescued" by a pair of scientists who found him as a kid (like 3 or 4 years old) all by himself in the forest while they were doing some biology stuff. he was being "stalked" by viperwolves (spoiler alert, they were trying to protect him) and so they took him back to their base of operations. the scientists wanted to be the first to raise a Na'vi to be more human. it failed miserably, as Ha'ku clung to his Na'vi/Sarentu side fiercely, even when his "parents" became abusive and tried beating the Na'vi out of him (and also refusing to acknowledge the fact that he is also a boy not a girl).

the other science teams and the Avatar program knew about them attempting to raise Ha'ku (not about the abuse though cuz he was heavily isolated), and Grace tried desperately to get him away from the racist couple, even offering to have Ha'ku be part of her school, but was refused. Parker let them do what they wanted, since he really couldnt give a shit about a Na'vi child, so long as in the end he can use them

from my googling and game knowledge, the RDA wasn't fully aware of TAP, and im pretty sure Grace also had no idea of its existence. Im not too sure if i want Grace and the others to know Ha'ku is Sarentu, or even who the Sarentu are, though I would assume she would know the Sarentu? At least maybe from the Omaticaya mentioning the lost clan? Anyway, he has the mark of the Sarentu though he has no idea what it entails

eventually the Avatar program get the green light to gain custody of Ha'ku a little after the massacre that happened at Grace's school since he's basically the only Na'vi they can interact with, the "parents" dont like that and try to slit Ha'ku's throat since theyre all "if we cant have him, no one can" and are fully delusional and believe he's their human daughter at this point. they fail, but leave a gnarly scar on Ha'ku's neck. Ha'ku is like,,, 17 when this happens? its hard to tell the timeline for me, but like apparently Neytiri is 18 when the first film takes place?? by the time the first film begins, Ha'ku is 19

depending on whether or not the RDA/Grace actually know about the Sarentu and the mark, Ha'ku is gonna be either ignorant to it or know the bare minimum about his heritage going into it

ok most of the backstory stuff done, lets get into the actual fic ideas i have lmao

thanks to the abuse from his tormentors, Ha'ku has severe social anxiety so he keeps to himself in an area near where the Avatars sleep, the only person he remotely trusts is Grace, who noticed his affinity with animals when she first took him out into Pandora, and also the unbridled joy on his face when he got to be free

film stuff happens off screen, Jake meets Ha'ku the day they go into the forest, he's confused why they're bringing this quiet af Na'vi ("he's not even an Avatar, Grace??") with them, but once they land, Ha'ku opens up a bit and gestures to Jake to follow him when Grace and Norm are doing their science stuff, the scene with the Helicoradian happens, but instead of the hammerhead titanothere charging at them, Ha'ku calms it and gently stokes the creature, being all like "see? he's a good boy :D" to Jake, of course thats when the thanator shows up to fuck shit up, but wow Ha'ku also calms it down before Jake can get trigger happy, even resting his forehead against the creature's own

all is well right? nah the other marine shows up and begins shooting at the thanator, which pisses it off (wow what a shocker), and it grabs Ha'ku's arm and runs off, to everyone's shock. Ha'ku is trying to get it to let go, but it wont, in fact it breaks the skin of his arm thanks to the angle it's dragging him at. soon enough, it lets him go across the river near the waterfall and runs back towards the others. Ha'ku has no idea what to do, but he spots an atokirina floating nearby, like it wanted him to follow it. using his jacket to cover his kinda torn up arm, he slowly makes his way through the forest after the atokirina, softly humming the Sarentu song to himself to keep him calm. eventually, he's led to a viperwolf giving birth, though it's in distress. Ha'ku understands that she's scared since this is her first litter and doesn't want to be alone, so he stays with her until all her pups are born, which takes all day and evening.

this is where Tsu'tey finds him

idk if i should like put the entire outline here or not but yeah heres some of it lol its very self indulgent but i have no shame

I have such a huge self-indulgent fic idea with my Na'vi oc and Tsu'Tey >:)

[ask-thebrokenone-fromtheshadows]

is eth nocturnal? nocturnal animals have good night vision so when eth got shot in the eye, he could have seen mark before that happened.

Ok to answer the first question he is mostly nocturnal and rarely goes around during the day

And for the other though yes you are correct about that but the thing is he actually has poor night vision so he relies on the moon light, his sensitive but excellent hearing and a ability to feel vibrations much better than any creature

[always-andromeda]

Hi! Could I please have Jay (Okja) for the Fool For Love prompt? Thank you and congrats on 500!

Author’s Note | lmao, I made this so so so sappy and so selfish for me bc I am lowkey craving soup rn and like...goshdarnit I just wanna make soup with Jay lmao (because I know that man is a fucking god in the kitchen, he knows all the best vegan recipes)

The quiet moments are few and far between. Neither you or Jay live the kind of lives that allow for the indulgences that many couples can.

Jay has about a dozen different ethical dilemmas with most date ideas. That doesn't even scratch the fact that you simply don't have the time. Who would've thought that being a part of an animal rights organization would leave you and Jay moving almost all the time?

Home doesn't have a firm definition. You both travel from base to base and occasionally settle at cheap apartments in between missions.

It's in one of these apartments where a tradition is born. When you're standing over a cutting board, peeling carrots for soup. You often made humble meals like these, a light vegetable broth and with soft, bread dumplings that float to the top.

It's cheap and easy, perfect after a long day. And it's one of these long days when you feel Jay's palms lay over your shoulders. He gives them a firm squeeze, making you groan slightly. You hadn't really had the time to notice how weighed your bones felt, how your muscles were just beginning to ache and the slight pinching pain that the base of your spine that needled up your back

Jay's fingers still press into your flesh tentatively. "How about you let me take care of that once you're finished peeling?" You don't see him nod but you know that he's talking about dinner.

"Already done." you murmur. Without a second of hesitation, you set the peeler down and step to the side, allowing Jay to take your place at the counter.

He rolls up the sleeves of his button up, revealing his toned forearms, dotted with sparse freckles. You love being reminded of his proficiency in the kitchen and you can't help but chew on the inside of your cheek as you watch him.

He goes to work with a finesse that you enjoy watching, slicing through the vegetables and making consistent, bite size circles that you can practically taste already.

Even though you're sure that Jay could make the entirety of the meal himself, you don't like the idea of standing around.

So you start mixing together the batter for drop dumplings; flicking a little bit of flour in Jay's direction in an attempt to break his focus. He simply rolls his eyes and continues chopping, saying in his soft voice, "If you keep that up, dinner won't be ready until midnight."

"That doesn't sound terrible." you reply. And Jay chuckles. That's the sound that tells you that he's had a good day; he's up for a little bit of playful teasing.

You like that side of him. Most everyone sees his calm, collected, stoic demeanor. His energy when he enters a room is palpable. Without entirely meaning to, Jay intimidates and disarms nearly everyone you know.

You don't care if it makes you selfish, but you're glad that you're one of the only creatures on Earth who gets more than the occasional glimpse of the other side of his poise. Because on that side of the blade is a grace that nearly steals the breath from you.

This becomes part of your dance with him. At least once a week you prepare the humble soup with him. Sometimes you talk. But it's all mushy, silly things here and there. Jay handing you a sliced vegetable to eat. You hold a spoon of broth to Jay's lips so he can taste it before you drop the dumplings in.

He sips away at the broth and contemplates it for a few seconds, making you sniff lightly at the unintentional drama of the action. Then you smile when he concludes, "It's perfect, just like you always make it."

He kisses you. First on your forehead. Then your nose. And finally his lips will hover over your own. He'll peer down at you through half lidded eyes with a consideration that makes you just as warm as the broth.

Once he seems satisfied with his study of your expression, that's when he leans in, giving you that long awaited kiss to your waiting lips. And you find that he was right. The broth is perfect. Just like always.

Suddenly and secretly, you love making this meal with him week after week. And not just because it's easy. And not just because of how much of a relief it is to have these little hours with him.

But because it's the only time you see Jay go back for seconds on a meal. He'll groan to himself about how he'll regret taking the extra spoonful later before shooting you a small, impish smile and resigning with a sigh, "But, we must all have something to indulge in."

You like how the warmth of the soup turns him into putty. His skin is soft and moldable when you both start to drowse, intertwined on the couch. Empty bowls sit on the coffee table and somehow, every topic of conversation has seemingly been exhausted. But you're still mumbling incoherently, trying to hold onto any sliver of his low, sleepy voice.

You smile slightly when you get your way. "Aren't you exhausted?" he rasps.

"A little..." your words are broken by a yawn.

"Only a little?" Jay teases. You laugh tiredly before burying your head into the comfortable crook of his neck. His hand weaves through your hair as he cradles the back of your neck and plants a kiss on the crown of your head.

Maybe home can be defined. The apartment will always end up being just a place to you. Just a shell where you and him happen to inhabit. The real warmth comes from you and him, bellies full, eyes closing, and hearts humming as you indulge in the peace that is so rare for both of you.

[absolutepokemontrash]

-Gamer Anon-

(Walks in)

For Himiko...

I’LL ORDER IT ALL!

I know this has the same energy of walking into a restaurant and ordering everything but that’s exactly what I want >:3

Damn, okay then-

Himiko

😈: Who is your favourite brother?

Himiko: Oh, that’s easy.

Mammon: Fuck yeah it is!

Himiko: Iiiiiiiiits…

Mammon: Mhm! Mhm!

Himiko: Beel! :D

Mammon: Beel- WAIT BEEL?!

Himiko: What? You don’t think Beel’s great? So mean…

(Her favourite brother is Mammon, she simps for him just as much as he simps for her)

👻: What is your race? Human?

Himiko: Depressingly so. So human and fragile.

Belphie: Fragile my ass, you blasted a chimera five times your size into nothing.

Himiko: So… so fragile…

🔮: Do you possess magic?

Himiko: *bouncing a small fireball between her hands* No.

🖤: Which of the sins do you most align with?

Himiko: I’ve been told it’s pride, but there’s something else… something the brothers don’t fully possess.

(Himiko later becomes the Avatar of Despair, her secondary sin is pride)

🪡: Do you believe in fate?

Answered here

💜: where are you from?

Himiko: I lived in the states for the first few years of my life, but I spent most of my time in Kyoto.

🕷: what’s your biggest fear?

Himiko: …heights.

🐈‍⬛: how long did it take you to adjust?

Himiko: Who said I ever adjusted? Nah, just kidding. In all honesty, pretty quickly. I mean, if I didn’t, I’d be dead so…

👿: who is your least favorite brother?

Himiko: Hate to break it to you, but I don’t have a least favourite brother. And for everyone expecting me to say the “obvious ones”, Lucifer may be a hardass, but he wants what’s best for everyone and really loves us, Belphie may be a brat, but he actually put effort in to be better and unlearn his shitty coping mechanism.

🕸: what is your favorite magical subject?

Himiko: Seductive speechcraft, it’s basically flirting for a grade. Being paired with Mammon is only a bonus.

Mammon: F-for you, maybe…

(Mammon is often too flustered to complete his part of the assignments.)

👾: do you game with Levi?

Himiko: Well, duh, he, Mammon and I game all the time. I’m just… not that good at it.

Leviathan: Her average placing in Devil Kart is 9th lmao

Himiko: Shut up, weeb.

💀: how is your relationship with belphie?

Answered here

🦄: what is your favorite mythical creature?

Himiko: Dragons! They’re so cool! Diavolo and Mammon took me to see a few, once! They asked if I wanted to fly with one, and I… well… had to decline…

🔪: Which brother would you stab?

Himiko: Depends, to be fair I’d stab all of them if given the right context. They’re tough boys, they’d be fine.

(This is a bold faced lie. She refused to stab Luci at the end of season 2)

♋️: what is your zodiac sign?

Himiko: Uhhhh, I think I’m a Capricorn? Born in the year of the rabbit?

🎱: have you gotten detention?

Himiko: Yep, dozens of times.

*Himiko and Mammon high five*

Mammon: Several rules have been added to the list because of us!

Lucifer: That is not something to be proud of.

🦷: What chapter are you on in your studies?

Himiko: Eh? It’s summer break. I’m on a train trip with Mam and Luke right now if you’re wondering.

(I’m on lesson 51)

🎵: what skills do you have?

Himiko: Well, I can sing, play the piano, I like to cook and bake- oh! And how could I forget.

*Himiko opens the door to her room, loud fighting can be heard*

Himiko: SHUT THE FUCK UP DOWN THERE!

*the fighting quiets*

Himiko: I can make rowdy demons calm as capybaras.

🐃: what is your favorite devildom food?

Himiko: Ygh, god, I can’t stand the food here. Shit’s nasty.

Solomon: Miss Himiko here is a picky eater, she won’t eat my food either.

Himiko: I’ll only eat food that I’m sure isn’t poisonous, and considering Lucifer and the others chug cyanide like it’s apple juice, I’ll pass on most of their food.

☂: Do you like the eternal moon?

Himiko: Honestly? Yeah. I was never a big fan of the sun, and the lack of light has done wonders for my sun-sensitive skin.

Asmodeus: We’re both delicate little flowers when exposed to the sun~❤️

🪄: are you friends with solomon?

Himiko: No.

Solomon: We’re the best of friends.

(Their relationship is very… VERY complicated)

🗝: how do you feel about the attic?

Himiko: Well, I mean, at this point it’s just another room in the house.

✝️: Are you religious?

Himiko: Nope. I was raised atheist. But uh…

*Himiko looks around*

Himiko: Guess that was wrong.

🖋: what do you think of diavolo?

Answered here

🔗: What are your kinks?

Himiko: WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?!

*If you squint, you can see a pair of handcuffs peaking out from a slightly open dresser drawer*

🤍: are you friends with simeon?

Himiko: I mean, yeah, he’s dating my older sister.

(After meeting Himiko’s eldest sister, Hanako, Simeon begins to date her. They’re both teasing bastards ❤️)

♠️: do you gamble like mammon?

Himiko: I’m no addict, but I’ll gamble if I’m in a casino. I don’t do it too much though, someone around here needs to be Mammon’s self control.

Mammon: OI! I don’t need no- oooo, a new casino opened up!

Himiko: …I’ll follow him after the last question.

🟣: will you be sad to leave the devildom?

Himiko: Well, I mean, eh. I’ll miss the brothers, sure, but it isn’t safe for my sisters down here, and I need to be with them too, so. Besides, I can come visit literally any time I want.

🦴: would you make a deal to come back?

Himiko: Pfff, why would I do that if I can just tell Solomon or Barbatos to open a portal so I can go visit?

*Himiko stands up at claps her hands*

Himiko: As wonderfully invasive this has been, dear little question askers, I need to go make sure Mammon doesn’t bet our honeymoon fund on the ponies. Later!

***********

PHEW! That was fun!

[misaverawrites]

Upon The Night (Alucard x Reader) -Chapter Two

summary: You and Alucard return to your village.

tags: it’s really awkward between you two, idk how well i actually write alucard, possibly OOC Alucard, original female character, nothing really happens, you get back to the village ig lol

a/n: majority of this chapter was written on a plane lmao, ALSO TY FOR 700 FOLLOWERS LUVS XOXO

The morning comes sooner than you’d wished. The bed is plush and molds to your body in a way that no other bed has done before, you never wanted to leave it. You feel dazed from your comfort until there is a knock on the door of the bedroom, causing you to gasp. Right, vampire. There was Alucard leaning against the door frame, watching you, it made you want to cover your throat but you refrained. “Good Morning.” You say, smiling politely at him as you get out of the bed, fixing the blankets as you do so. “You know you don’t have to do that.” He says, “I can… fix it later.” It’s a blatant lie, he knows that, but you don’t. You refuse his offer, however. “Nonsense, you were kind to me and allowed me to stay here. This is the least I can do.” Then, it’s silent. There’s tension between the two of you, but you’re not sure why. You turn to him and he’s staring at you. You pick up your cloak and huff a bit, assuming he’s in deep thought of some kind. “Well, let’s get a move on the village. Greta will probably want to know that I am alive. My sister too.” He shakes out of whatever trance has his eyes on you and nods, “I want to apologize, about the bodies. I…” He trails off and seems uncomfortable. “You don’t need to apologize, we’ve all done things. Since the night creatures came.” He seems stunned a bit by your answer but doesn’t respond, simply moving on. “Well then, we should get leaving then. Your horse is hitched to the carriage.”

You nod as he watches you intently. It sends a chill down your spine but you elect to ignore him for now, you climb onto the carriage but he holds out his hand for you to take, you take it awkwardly. It feels unnatural to be this… close with a vampire, even if he isn’t a full blooded one, but something in the back of your mind is charmed, if that’s the word. Though he could kill you if you crossed him wrong, and despite you knowing that, you’re at the very least intrigued by him. You watch as he steps onto the carriage, then encourage the horses to start moving, they take a leisurely pace as the two of you sit in silence, awkward, brain-shattering silence. “So, not to pry,” You say, ending the silence, “Why don’t you leave? Travel, maybe? I mean, it must be better than torturing yourself for whatever you did, because, whenever people do that, they tend to not deserve it.” Alucard chuckles humorlessly at your suggestion to travel, “You know… That’s what my mother told my father. He listened, and they killed her.” There’s once again, only silence between the two of you. The sound of hooves on dirt and stone and the turning of wheels being your only escape from the quiet. You sigh, staring down at your hands and his, his pale hands grip one of the reins of the horses and you grip the other set, “I apologize. That may have been a bit too much, I haven’t… interacted with humans very well as of late.” You only nod, placing a hand on his shoulder for just a moment… in a moment of forgetfulness. He lurches a bit but does not stop you, you could even see the faint outlines of a smile on his face. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Alucard.” You pull away as he shakes his head. “You’re fine, I’m just not one for contact.” There’s quiet again. You see your village up ahead and point it out for him, he heeds the horses as you listen to the silence between the two of you and the sounds of nature.

Your small village still stands and you breathe a sigh of relief, thankful to whatever was out there allowed you some slight solace to find that your village- your family- was still alive. You smile to yourself and turn to Alucard, “Thank you, so much. Thank you for coming and saving us.” He shakes his head, “You did this too, you saved them as much as I will.” He accidentally grasps your hand for just a second and you simply stare at the gesture, His hands pull away once more and you both stay silent, unspoken words speak enough for the both of you. He gets off the carriage first once you are inside the village, Greta greeting the two of you. Her helping you off the carriage and suddenly pulling you into a hug. “Shit, I didn’t think… I’m glad to see you’re okay, and I’m glad you convinced him.” You suddenly see the reason you really fought to make it to that castle, your sister. She runs to you, her petite hands reaching out and you take them, pulling her into a hug. “You can’t leave me again,” she whispers quietly, tears streaming down her face, collecting at her chin and falling off, you shush her as her body-wracking sobs fall upon you, you trail your hands through her hair, soothing her as Greta taps you on the shoulder, you look up and she points off into the distance. She wants to meet with you and Alucard, you simply nod as you pull away from your sister, “I promise you, I will be back in just a moment. I still need to keep you safe.”

You still have to practically remove her from your shoulder, you kiss her on the forehead before walking to where Greta stands with Alucard, they speak in hushed tones. “I fear there may be an attack, we stirred a bit of attention with the carriage.” Alucard says, causing a sigh out of Greta, “Then, where do we start with protections?” There’s a beat as you step into the conversation, “I mean, all we have is holy water and salt, there clearly isn’t anything there.” You say, a bit more snarky than intended, Alucard stares between the two of you, a bit thrown off by the sudden change in personality, Greta simply shakes her head, “There isn’t- not when anyone in the village is unable to defend themselves. We don’t have enough resources.” You all take a moment to think between the three of you, staring at one another, until Alucard clears his throat, “I believe I might.”

[azucarian]

NEFELIBATA - Takuya Birthday Special

Masterlist No content/trigger warning. Extreme fluff <3

Takuya had grown upset at the possibility of his birthday being forgotten; especially considering his two childhood friends hadn't even raised so much as a 'happy birthday' to him. It's not like he particularly expected a gift - although it definitely would be nice. Tapping his pencil against the desk, he frowned - (Name) was the most attentive person he knew and even she had forgotten? Maybe he failed in making it known beforehand. At this point, he just wanted to go home and curl up into a ball with the birthday cake his mother had baked him.

Now that he thought about it, Makoto had an obsession with the western zodiacs - he always looked on those weird 'zodiac luckiness' websites. Cancer, that's what Takuya's zodiac was - the zodiac of the crab. His 'aligned' personality was about him being loving and full of emotions - but also moody, suspicious and overprotective. He was not moody, he'd like to believe. The thought made him grumpy-

Ah, wait, that'd be right then.

He mentally groaned as the bell signalling the end of the day sounded, and his phone let out the identifiable ping to tell him he'd received a message. Flipping his phone up, (Name)'s contact popped up.

(NAME)-CHAN Mizo Middle headin' out early - we'll see you later Taku-chan! Byebye!

So they had truly forgotten. Takuya felt himself visibly deflate; there goes his final slither of hope. He shrugged, at least he had all of that cake to himself. He began his journey home; the train ride being oddly silent - usually the group of them would rambunctiously play whilst (Name), Akkun and himself would stare judgingly. Until (Name) got annoyed with all the stares from the elderly people and try to beat them up. For someone who didn't fight, Takuya could admit that the girl punched way too hard.

Coming home to an empty house was normal; his parents worked long jobs to provide for them (he actually appreciated their evening absences because of Kiyomasa and his gang, but he no longer feared any of that). But it felt much more empty as he slipped his shoes off- Wait, those definitely were not his shoes.

Sloppily hidden amongst the eco-friendly tote bags, five pairs of shoes were stacked. Four pairs of messy trainers, and one pair of remotely looked after converses. He nearly laughed - so they were here. A surprise birthday party, he guessed. The idiot trio must've gotten side tracked and, in a hurry, (Name) or Akkun shoved the shoes to the side and threw the totes over them.

Takuya guessed he'd humour them after all their effort. Slipping his indoor slides onto his feet and hanging his bag up on the door, he slowly made his way to the living room - and, upon entering the dark room, the lights suddenly flicked on and the distinct sound of party poppers filled his ears (and kind of scaring him, admittedly).

"Happy birthday!" The collective cheer of each person brought a grin to his face; regardless of the under-planned surprise element, he couldn't contain his smile at the sight. Kazushi, Makoto and Takemichi each had several party hats decorating their heads - almost as if they were trying to imitate a crown. Akkun was off to the side with a bright grin and a party popper in his hand. (Name), however, wasn't in sight.

He was about to open his mouth to ask where she was when someone jumped onto his back, arms around his neck "Happy birthday, Taku-chan!" The familiarly cheery voice made him laugh, and he softly thanked them all. The girl of the group eagerly dragged him towards their paper cut out of a birthday cake laid out on the table, surrounded by gifts.

Takuya slowly opened each of them.

From Akkun, a new controller for his gaming console - the boy explaining it as a 'new' method for everyone to play together, instead of taking turns with one controller. He appreciated it, and smiled softly before gently placing it back in the box (promising that he'd play with Atsushi first and foremost).From Makoto, a porn magazine - he slightly sneered at the gift, and the dumb(est) boy began to whine and cry about how 'Takuya didn't like his gift'. Even (Name) sneered and appropriately smacked Makoto on the back of the head with an apologetic smile towards Takuya. The blonde just shook his head and thanked the boy reluctantly (he had definitely thought more of himself instead of Takuya - but it was funny regardless, both Kazushi and Takemichi seemed to think so, too).From Kazushi, a bunch of notebooks, pens and pencils - explaining it to him as a new hobby to pick up. According to him, Takuya looked like the 'artsy poet' type (admittedly, he couldn't help but agree). He tested the glittery gel pens on one of the note books and grinned - they were extremely pretty, perfect for exam note-taking too. He placed them to the side delicately and expressed his gratitude.

He couldn't help but side-eye Takemichi and (Name). Takemichi was someone who would buy an extremely expensively thoughtful gift - it always made him feel guilty for weeks after, because the determined blonde would never allow Takuya to repay him. And (Name)… he visibly sweated. She had no taste in gift giving, and her gift was probably going to be worse than Makoto's - appropriate, but worse. They all exchanged knowing glances as the girl turned around to push Takemichi's gift towards him.

Takemichi had gotten a choker chain; and, as expected, it looked expensive. On the front, 'TAKUYA' was written in cursive with two ruby colored stones either side - if he remembered ride, a ruby was his birthstone. He almost verbally awed, but, instead, opted for hugging Takemichi tightly with an over-the-top thank you. The bleached blonde looked very happy at Takuya's joy."It's time for my gift now, right?" (Name) cheerily reminded, pushing a large box forward "Don't be surprised; I asked for your parents permission too." What? Takuya rose an eyebrow. Parents permission? Whatever it was, the other four didn't seem to know either - they looked just as confused.

She raced out of the room for a few moments before returning with her head poked around the door, hiding her arms behind the door frame "Don't freak out, we have to be quiet." They all nodded "Promise?"

"Promise." They all quietly spoke, and Takuya could feel himself get slightly giddy. Whatever this was, he was excited - and he hoped he wasn't disappointed (he wouldn't be, regardless, because he'd get to jokingly bully her for a bad gift for the rest of her life). She slowly turned and walked in, and the bundle in her arms nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

The cutest puppy was excitedly wagging its tail in her grip, adoringly staring at its new friends jovially. (Name) crouched down and softly placed it against the floor, and they all watched as it clumsily stumbled towards the closest human - Takuya himself. Pressing its wet nose against his arm, its little butt wiggled with the force of its tail.

"How- wha- I don't know how to react-" For the first time in a while, the group watched as an awe-stricken and very visibly shocked Takuya brought the puppy into his arms. (Name) laughed and slid to the floor beside him, gently patting the puppy.

"I spoke to your parents the other day before school about it; they said it'd probably do you good, especially with summer break comin' up. Keep you company, and you can go on walks with her." She explained whilst watching as the other four crowded round, each taking a turn at stroking the soft puppy.

"How the hell did you get her here?" Akkun questioned. It made all of them wonder; yeah, how? She had been with them all day, so how on Earth had she gotten a puppy to Takuya's house without them realising?

(Name) snorted "I asked Mikey-chan and Ken-kun to bring her; they put her in your room, in one of those play pens. Cute little thing was fast asleep but woke up straight away when hearing the door open. She was so excited." Takuya was so in love with this adorable creature that had found its new home in his arms "She ain't got a name, so that's up to you." He lit up, and the group laughed at his expression.

"Rocky." The name sent embarrassment into (Name)'s system, as she profusely rejected the name - completely being ignored by a cackling Takuya.

"Huh, what's so bad about Rocky? Rocky-chan is so cute!" Kazushi protested.

"It's Rocky because the last time me and (Name) hung out alone together, she fell into the river because of the rocks." The laughter from everyone was enough to make (Name) hide her face in her hands, muttering a 'I hate you' endearingly under her breath.

With his new friend and playmate in his hands, Takuya could wholeheartedly say... THIS WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

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HAPPY TAKUYA DAY!! Honestly, as a character, Takuya grew on me progressively - I didn’t like him much when I first started but he definitely got my heart </3 He’s so pretty and sweet (totally didn't mistake him for Mikey at the beginning lmao) ~

A proper update will come out over the weekend - I’m currently looking for work so interviews have been taking up a lot of time. I promise it’ll be out tomorrow/over the weekend! I love you all!

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request: If you don’t mind me asking, request for Loki asking the other Loki’s if they have a s/o in their timeline during episode 5?

a/n: hi ! i absolutely ADORE this idea and i hope i'll write it out respectfully :)) i loved episode 5 so much, except for SOME scenes, and i especially enjoyed multiple lokis sitting around and talking, chilling, that's like... my dream place to be. YOU DON'T KNOW THE EFFECT PRESIDENT LOKI HAS ON ME. like it should be studied in labs and schools cos ??????? that feeling when he's on screen was just something else. also ! kid loki holding alligator loki my beloved <3. i'd love to be surrounded by lokis, me and loki actually have the same personality type so they're like... my people. sorry for the rant, hahah ! this one is a bit shorter than my other loki works, sorry about that :/ also it took me like 40 minutes to find decent gifs lmao. happy reading !! <3

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warnings: nothing really

disclaimer: lokis mentioned have he/him pronouns !

Weirded out by what he's seeing, and not entirely sure it's real, Loki can't take his eyes off it, either. The way alligator Loki drinks his boxed wine is just so fascinating to him, yet weird and other-wordly (he knows those well) at the same time. And he's weirded out more by the fact that he doesn't find a variant of him being an alligator strange in any way. He's had a few trying days, as he said himself.

Loki manages to divert his eyes off the creature with horns on its head and looks to the grapes he holds in his hand. He picks small dirt away from the berries and takes a grape into his mouth with ease. The taste reminds him of many things. His childhood, his home, his family... Thor, Frigga, Odin, Sif and the Warriors Three. Asgard. The Gardens, the waters, the Bifrost. Heimdall. Visits to the city, the markets, the celebrations.

Love.

Loki blinks, fooling himself and others by aiming to portray that he's not thinking about anything important. But he is. She was the most important thing to him, and now... Well, maybe during the New York heist, she's still fine, but after Ragnarok... Loki fears too much to think about it.

He wishes he could remember everything with her that followed New York, but all he has of their future is some worn-out tape in the TVA archives. Perhaps even pictures... He wants to live through all they had now, he wishes he could do that most of all. Of course, there's the finding Mobius and helping Sylvie burn down the TVA thing, but upon remembering her, it all falls into the background.

His first love. Not a god, like him, but she was a goddess in his eyes. He smiles now, subtly, at the fond memories of her. He noticed the little moments he had with her in the tape Mobius had, about his whole future. How beautiful she always was, her subtle way of laughing and going about her smiles and giggles, how exceptional and different her clothes always were, how her hair shined in any light...

“Did any of you...” Loki starts to say, and sighs shortly before continuing, thinking he'll probably regret asking it, “did any of you leave a... a lover behind when the TVA arrested you? Prince or princess?” He looks between his variants. Young Loki shoots him a stern look. “Apologies, my liege. You seem too young for that.” Loki bids him a polite smile, but his brain whirs. “How long have you been here, anyway?”

“Don't know. Time doesn't really... exist here.” Young Loki says and throws a salt biscuit into alligator Loki's jaws. “But no lovers in my lifetime, Loki.” He pointedly looks at the older variant of himself, nodding slightly.

“Not yet, at least.” Loki points out and gets scoffs and chuckles from Boastful and Classic Loki. He looks at them with a furrowed brow.

“Oh, you and your grand plan,” Classic Loki shakes his head before taking another sip from his huge cup. Loki only rolls his eyes, but still waits for answers to his question, “well,” Classic Loki downs his drink, “it would be no surprise to you that I had countless partners before I chose isolation. Partners of any kind.” He winks. Loki nods, understanding how much alike he truly is with his variants. “But I feel there is no one truly... truly made for me. Like midgardians would say - 'the one'.“

“In my case, there were many 'the ones',” Boastful Loki says, mocking Classic's use of words. All other Lokis roll their eyes, “I actually feel like every person in the whole universe was made to be with me. I'm just that irresistible.” He smiles pleasantly to himself. Alligator Loki growls again.

“That's another “liar” from him to you, Boast,” Classic Loki nods his head towards Boastful, who only shakes his head and frowns.

“I had my fair share of men and women before I was taken,” Boastful says, “must have been the same for you, Loki.” He looks at him. “Asgard was truly a giving place.”

Loki chuckles, but looks away from his variants. “Oh, it was...” he says quietly, “it was.” His voice grows even more quiet. Young and Classic Loki exchange a look.

“Do tell us, your mischievousness.” Classic Loki urges him. Loki shoots him a nervous look, then he leans back into the sofa and sighs, his eyes strictly focused on his hands.

“I had plenty before I met... one,” he starts to say, “me and her share a past, and, it seems, a future as well. After New York, I am taken to Asgard, imprisoned, but she is there. I fake my death and rule over Asgard as Odin, and she's there. I help Thor destroy our evil sister--”

“Oh, she was a nasty one.” Boastful says, shaking his head. “We used to have a connection, but then she just... I don't even know.” He shrugs. Loki eyes him for a second before continuing.

“We destroyed Asgard, but saved its people, and saved her. We make for Midgard, and she's there with me.” Loki sighs, his eyes gloomy. “And then... Thanos attacks, destroys half, if not all our people, and...” he can't even speak further. His variants share a look, each having quite the correct guess for what could follow after that. Boastful drinks from his cup in an awkward manner. “But I feel like that's another life I lived. Or another me. I don't know, I feel so... disconnected from her, from what we had. Must be the TVA and this... void. And all that's happened, all I've learned about my future.” He sighs again.

“Meeting her again would be a wake-up call, no?” Boastful asks. Loki shrugs, a sad expression on his face.

“Rather a sign that you're real.” Classic Loki says with a wide, true smile. Loki looks to him as if looking at a mentor. “I often felt like the people I loved and the love I had for them, even if it was not reciprocated, were a reminder that I am real, I exist and I can feel all these things.”

Loki considers his words, and then nods along, finding a truth in them.

“After all, love and all other emotions are the human part in all of us.” Classic says. “And it isn't always bad to feel like a regular human being.” Loki can also find truth in those words. Love makes one feel alive, makes you feel like you're on the right path, found the right person, found your purpose. It doesn't always have to be glorious, it can be small, but nonetheless important to you.

“I used to think humans smaller than us, more pathetic and puny, but...” Loki shakes his head, “we, gods, are just the same, really.” He chuckles sadly. “Having quarrels over the stupidest things, being as imperfect as humans... Sometimes I even felt like I was too good, too perfect for something like true love, which is a pathetic emotion that makes you feel all kinds of other feelings, but...” he smiles, “often times I felt like that, she told me everyone was deserving of love, even me.” His smile grows wider.

“She sounds lovely.” Classic Loki tells him with a kind smile.

“She was that, and more.” Loki nods along. Young Loki imitates the sound of a snore and throws a crumpled piece of paper at Loki's shoulder.

“You're making me extremely bored.” He announces and sits straighter in his chair, looking over the mess that is his palace. “Love's boring.” Young Loki throws a juice carton across the room, making a face.

“You are just too young to understand and know it, your majesty.” Boastful says with a wink, and the next juice carton is flying over his head with a snicker from Young Loki. Classic Loki keeps Boastful tight in his seat so an argument wouldn't arise, and Boastful hesitantly restrains, his drink almost spilling over his cup. Loki watches them with a sappy smile on his features, and decides this is a good place to spend eternity at, even without her.

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[neutinya]

Some relationships are you, a human, with a human partner, and other are you, a human, and your 240cm tall monster bf, but that's okay - !! I included their backstory as well as the setting up of the general context for this AU below the cut so if you’re interested,,, do consider reading it fhdjdj;;; I'm really happy with how this turned out and it's super fun to draw monster tooru and his 4 arms lmao I'm super excited for this AU;;; I really wanna draw more of it dndjjxjd

Iwa is monster-hunter royal blood. However he doesn't want to be heir to the monster hunter shit so he decided to run away the day before his coronation??

As a kid he would play with all the monster animals near the forest which is where he met his lizard familiar and llama ceb. The day he runs away he brings them with him??

The moment he ran away from his kingdom and title as prince he was immediately hunted down by hunters sent by his own family for dishonouring them the Iwaizumi name. Like he's straight up wanted??? ahhh

Somewhere along the way he meets Tooru and they probably wouldn't get along at the start

?? Like they meet at some weird beer house?? And Iwa obviously sticks out because he's human and humans aren't exactly super welcomed because of the history between monsters and humans. Iwa being oblivious to the monster world obviously doesn't realise why this four armed dude won't stop pestering him in spite of his attempts to keep a low profile.

Tooru had approached him because he was sure if he didn't step in, Iwa would have been killed

Iwa was initially extremely resistant to Tooru's "advances" until Tooru whispers into Iwa's ear that "I don't know if you realised but almost every monster in this beer house is staring at you with the intent to kill, so unless you want to leave this place alive, play along and let me get you out of here"

And Iwa just looks around the room and he realises that Tooru was right so he plays along and they try to leave but one of the monsters in the beer house walks up to them and asks Tooru to back off so they could kill Iwa, and Tooru is just like "no can do, he's a friend of mine" and the dude is just like "move." But Tooru is adamant much to the annoyance of the other. A fight kinda breaks out, but much to Iwa's surprise, Tooru managed to take all of them down with ease

As they go aside, Iwa just asks Tooru why doesn't he want to kill him like the rest of the monsters and Tooru is just 🤷🤷🤷🤷🤷 Iwa apologises for causing such a big commotion and getting Tooru involved unnecessarily. Tooru says it's not a problem and Iwa not really having that much money on him, asks if he could return him in some other way? He offers a family heirloom at first but Tooru is just like "Not interested, although how about you let me tag along wherever you're headed?"

Iwa’s response is just "???" Tooru says "look, you aren't getting anywhere in these parts as a human, if I tag along, you won't have to worry too much about being killed and you returned the favour, it's a win win."

So that's how they kinda go off on their journey!!! Iwa actually learns a lot about monsters from Tooru who seemed much more knowledgeable than he looked (no offense to Tooru but that was Hajime’s genuine first impression) There were so many different types of monsters and Iwa was just?? So amazed and almost excited that there were so many things for him to learn and explore??

Like okay they had a bad first impression but he was kinda starting to like Tooru as a companion, listening to way Tooru told all those stories offered him a comfort that he never had back at home

Tooru did most of the talking honestly but Iwa was always intently listening and Tooru could tell he was intrigued and super attentive so he didn’t mind

He did ask Iwa about why he was wandering around in the first place and why the hell was he just traversing across the land with no plan or knowledge of the terrain. Iwa tells Tooru he ran away from his family but neglected to tell Tooru he was of royal monsterhunter blood. Iwa fires back the same question and Tooru responds saying “I get bored of spending all my time in the same old place every day.” neglecting to tell Iwa the fact that he too was of royal blood, the king to one of the many monster kingdoms. (Actually one of the most feared in fact??)

I was thinking the four armed form isn't his real monster form but a less scary version, he's actually a huge fearsome beast but he would walk around in this form to blend with the common folk. This also explains why people don’t recognize him, because if they really knew who he was, they’d be terrified of him.

Tooru is extremely flirty and generally enjoys teasing Hajime. Iwa's lizard does not like Tooru at all. It would be sitting on Iwa's shoulder, breathing small fireballs at Tooru whenever the brunette got too close- For example, when Tooru tries to wrap an arm around Iwa's shoulder or waist, Haji’s lizard would get extremely angry and began attacking him. Tooru is super upset about this tiny little creature preventing him from getting close to his new human companion, but nevertheless, he learns to pick moments where the lizard is asleep to try and engage with Haji

Sidenote, Iwa is a really fucking good archer and good at knives. He may not have had the heart to be a monster hunter, but he definitely had the physical skills to be one if he desired.

Of course there’s a bunch of shenanigans, but honestly speaking there’s also a good amount of sexual tension?? They have a lot of moments where they kinda save each other, whether it be having run ins with unfriendly monsters or humans, to navigating dangerous terrain and making hard decisions;;

They grow to be rather close friends I would dare say;; In fact, for the most part, Tooru would be Iwa's first genuine friend :(( Iwa was never given the luxury of having friends growing up. He spent most of his time training to be a monster hunter or learning about them, which is why he grew super attached to Tooru platonically at first

Once they have a pretty mean run in where Tooru ends up seriously hurt;; Iwa was so scared that he would lose Tooru at that moment;; Tooru fake dies to kinda tease Iwa but he didn't expect Iwa to cry, so as Iwa is there like "don't die on me you idiot-" Tooru "comes back to life" and is all like "awww is Iwa-chan crying because of me?" And Iwa, embarrassed, just punches him in the chest and wipes away his tears like "shut the fuck up asshole"

Tooru is just like "ow- I may not be dead but I'm still kinda hurt you know?" And Iwa feels bad so he just tries to play it off like "that's what you deserve dumbass" before treating Tooru's wounds. They end up spending the night at this cave near a lake where they decided to stay for a few days since Tooru was pretty beat up and the weather was pretty bad

Haji pretty much nursed Tooru back to health, finding berries, herbs and all that during the day in order to make medicine and food

I think at one point Tooru comments "You're really good at this kinda thing huh?" And Iwa is just confused like "good at what?" And Tooru elaborates "taking care of people. Not everyone can make medicine like you do you know?" And Iwa just says it was nothing and he learned most of it from reading when he was a kid

Also like I said the weather was pretty bad so imagine Iwa curling up next to his llama and lizard for warmth. Tooru finds it so fucking adorable??? Clearly the two of them loved Iwa and vice versa, but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous at the sight uxjxhdh

So like one night he just casually says "you guys sure look warm over there" and Iwa just looks at him like 😐

"I gave you my cape you know" and Tooru just "Monsters can't regulate heat like humans do, at least not my species" That was a lie but Iwa didn't know that, so he kinda just looks at Tooru funny before scooting over to Tooru and lying down next to him. His llama and lizard follow, and scoot on Tooru's other side so Tooru is kinda sandwiched in between Haji and the pets. Iwa just mumbles a quiet "now go to sleep dumbass" and Tooru just smiles like a fucking idiot

Iwa quickly dozes off but Tooru not so much, when he was sure Iwa was asleep he gently drapes the cape over Iwa instead before going to bed himself

The next day Iwa is the first to wake up and much to his fucking surprise, he was pretty much incapable of moving because Tooru had somehow wound up hugging him with two of his arms. He was so embarrassed he thought he could die so he could only stay there and not do anything. After while he realises that staying like that could only mean more mental suffering so he slowly tries inching away from Tooru to which he eventually succeeds

He does his morning routine which was to look for berries and herbs because Tooru needed quite a bit of medicine. Tooru was definitely close to being back to his healthy normal self but he still needed to make sure that everything was in check

[lxvestxned]

y/n is massively afraid of toads, but tries to at least touch trevor for the first time with the graceful help of her best friend neville. while also in complete denial about the feelings they are starting to have for neville. fluff + gender neutral reader! 2500 words.

side note: please don’t make fun of me if i got toad-logic wrong in this one — the fear is real bro. LMAO.

Neville talks about Trevor nearly the same way one might talk about a younger brother. Mildly annoying, but also so very important to the point that he could not even remember his life before him.

Trevor couldn’t be a better gardening pal for him, save for when he disappears while Neville is deepest in concentration with his plants. He always entertains Neville’s miniature hat creations, sitting still and proper while Neville has a good laugh.

I could not be happier about his connection to Trevor. I haven’t brought it up to him yet, but Trevor seemed to be an important figure of worthiness to Neville. I also had to appreciate that Neville had the company of a pet in his quiet house on breaks.

I only wish I would have wised up and got on better with the toad.

Amphibians and reptiles are a bit of a sore spot. To put it gently, they are a thing of nightmares to touch or even to look at. Trevor’s skin was bumpy, coarse, and loose looking. Eyes bulging, dark, and unblinkingly horrifying.

Was his skin rough? Was he heavy? Was he slimy? Oh god, and what would his bones feels like? Could Neville feel him breathing in his hands?

My stomach swam to my throat with every thought. However, the guilt from my fear of Neville’s beloved pet made me feel much worse.

I can’t help recalling from years ago, the way I once jumped a foot away from Neville’s attempt at a lighthearted pat on my shoulder. Simply because I was hyper aware that he had held Trevor in that same hand not even five seconds before.

Neville recoiled too, shock washing off his features only while I frantically showered him in embarrassed apologies. He then promptly washed his hands for a full two minutes to make me feel better. The memory was one of those that frequently replayed in my head when I laid in bed trying my best to sleep over the wailing thoughts of regret.

In place of physical adoration for the toad, I bombarded Neville with questions about him any time they struck me. Each was gratefully met with a patient and particularly-amused response from the proud toad owner.

“Trevor is bumpy and all, he sort of feels like really extreme goose pimples— no, acne.” Neville spoke while lovingly stroking his pointer finger down Trevor’s back in the Gryffindor common room.

“He isn’t heavy at all actually. One time I had him in my hand, looked away for a moment, and when I looked back he was gone. I didn’t even realize.” He whispered to me, just as Professor Binns rambled back toward their side of the classroom.

“Trevor’s not slimy!” He said whilst playfully pointing the prongs of his accusatory fork at me, “you’re thinking of frogs! And even then, I’ve read that they only look it and don’t feel it.”

“I don’t know what his bones feel like?!” Neville laughed incredulously, “seriously, where do you come up with these questions?”

Turned out my latest inquiry was the one that lead me to my doom.

The clump of red, yellow, green, and blue students travelled up the snow-white hill, returning from a full and chilly Magical Creatures lesson. I walked alongside Neville on the trek, body automatically crawling with shivers on the thought of toads once again.

“When you’re holding him, can you feel him breathing?”

Neville let out a huff of laughter between pants for air against the hill’s incline. “I suppose so, I mostly notice his heart beat normally.”

“His heartbeat?!” My gloved hands squeezed into tight fists to resist my overreactive imagination from taking over. The ghost of a toad pumping it’s lungs and beating it’s heart in my palms was enough to make me visibly cringe— which I was determined to suppress at all costs.

Hermione, who was a bit ahead of us, slowed to join our pace, “Yes, Y/N, toads have hearts too, y’know.” She said.

“You’re joking!” I announced sarcastically.

“Why don’t you just hold Trevor once, then you’ll have all the answers you need?” Hermione laughed.

“I’ve asked her and she doesn’t want to.” Neville said.

“I do want to!” I sighed, “I just can’t.”

“Yeah, she said she can’t.” Neville reiterated.

“And why not?” If Hermione was anything, she was a problem solver. And I was suddenly determined to prove that I did, in fact, have a plan of action.

“I’m scared,” I said, “but, I figured if I could gather enough information about what exactly to expect... then, maybe I could do it eventually.”

Neville finally lifted his gaze away from the trail at our feet to smile at me. His smile was open-mouthed almost like he had words on the tip of his tongue ready to fall out. But, Hermione spoke up again.

“Honestly, it’s not as bad as you might think. I think you may even be over thinking all of this. Holding Trevor is almost like... like a leather pouch.”

I muttered, “sure, a living, breathing, beloved leather pouch.”

“You should probably try touching him first before you start carrying him around,” Hermione said right as we reached the plateau level with the archway back into castle walls.

Neville and I hung by the archway like we usually do, recapturing our breaths through the rigid air. I did not expect Hermione to stand with us, allowing Ron and Harry to be carried away with the crowd entering the hall.

Her determination loomed over the silence and I felt the need to accept that solution. After all, Hermione was bound to have another seven loaded up and ready to be dispensed. And not to mention, Neville’s eyes had an unwavering sort of gleam in them that I could not quite put a finger on.

I was suddenly and weirdly diagonal with one palm against the brick arch, the other on my hip, and the toe of my boot scuffing the snow. “I could probably do that,” I had to wonder whether I was at all convincing.

“I can help you,” Neville peered into my soul, to which I decided the gleam was, at the least, highly influential.

I gulped, “yeah, I can do it.”

— — —

There Trevor was, 15 centimeters of pure, mind-numbing terror.

I felt like I had only blinked since we were standing out in the pure white snow. Except, Hermione, Neville, and I were very much in the middle of the Gryffindor common room. Comfortable in my casual change of clothes after dinner, but also filled to the brim with dread as the reds of the room edged in my vision.

“Are you ready?” Hermione smiled as encouragingly as she could.

I finally tore my eyes away from the toad perched on the couch’s arm that Neville was half-blocking with his body.

“Yeah, of course! It’s not that serious!” I gave my best snarky smirk, as if I hadn’t just gnawed a small tear into my bottom lip.

I didn’t want to refuse Hermione the opportunity to be a part of her own solution to the problem that wasn’t hers. But, then again, I wish I did only for the sake of privacy.

Hermione’s presence was a bit heavy to endure. She conjured a very deep desire to prove myself a good friend to Neville with her eyes alone. Which meant false bravery was all I could manage to show at the moment. True feelings buried not-so-deep below that crumbling surface.

“You can do it, Y/N, don’t think.” Hermione relayed that unhelpful bit of information atleast a hundred times within the span of the last fifteen minutes. Although, I did entertain it every time.

With the sudden distraction of Neville turning to pick up his pet, I managed to squeeze a “Thank you, Hermione! I got it!” through the corner of my lips.

Unfortunately, every statement of bravery was like a mating call when among Gryffindors. I could feel sets of interested eyes triple upon our little gathering without even lifting my head. In fact, I was almost positive that Dean had made his way from across the room to lean over the couch cushions from behind.

I wasn’t ready for Neville to stand from his spot on the couch, nor was I ready for him settle down in a kneel in front of me. I could’ve forgotten Trevor entirely with the way I was focused in on Neville’s face. He hadn’t looked one bit nervous, which was a rare and reassuring sight. I had to smile at the thought that, for once, I was the one emitting enough nervous energy for the both of us.

He was pretty quiet up until that point, so his voice made my breath quicken as finality closed in around me. “I’m going to help you, alright?”

That was it, no going back. My face felt as though it was glowing redder than the room. The fluttering in my stomach clashed awfully against the dread that was already shacked up there. I clenched my jaw tight, trying desperately for a look of certainty as I nodded.

Trevor sat comfortably still between Neville’s palms, face nearly pressed into Neville’s chest. I almost wanted to joke that it looked like I was about to be proposed to with the arse of a toad, but Neville brought some humor of his own.

A mischievous grin crept over his lips first, “and you can wash your hands right after.”

I grinned despite the huff of sorrowful air that escaped me. The horrid memory filled me with a brand new sense of urgency to right my wrongs. I held him by his shoulders, “I’m really, really, really sorry about that!”

Neville almost bent forward in hearty laughter, until he realized that he shouldn’t bring Trevor any closer. “No, I know, I know! I was trying to lighten the air.” He shook his head gently, “Come on now.”

I scooted forward in my seat to plant my feet flat on the carpet, fists already balled up tight. “Yeah, come on now,” I echoed, perfectly-thoughtless, as Hermione instructed.

“I’m going to hold him right here, and he’s not going to move. All you have to do is put your fingertips on mine, okay?” Neville instructed so gently that I was ironically totally overwhelmed.

I took the look around the room that I was avoiding, and sure enough, Gryffindors were gawking from every angle. Hermione nodded and Dean was smiling extra wide.

I couldn’t find words. Instead a single shaky hand of mine unwound itself and reached forward. It very unhelpfully occurred to me at that second that I had never even touched Neville’s hands before. And you know what, it shouldn’t be strange to admit your best friend has nice hands. Because he does. Not helpful information, but definitely information.

I was almost worried that my aim was so shaky that I would miss his nails altogether and jab Trevor.

But before I knew it, I was touching the hand that was touching Trevor. Which, of course, reintroduced the smile to my face when reminded of Neville’s joke.

“Yes! Now, I’m just going to pet Trevor, and you can keep your fingers on mine until you’re ready, alright?”

I was too nervous to move my gaze from Trevor any more, but I presumed from the cheer in Neville’s voice that he was smiling hard.

He slowly moved his fingertips to the top of Trevor’s head, and I had to press harder to keep from slipping astray. Then, Neville did exactly as he explained.

My upper lip began to furl up as my imagination ran buck wild in my mind. The worst of all textures invaded my senses and made me want to cringe out of existence. My eyes squinted at the seemingly violent breathing and heart beating that bumped against his warty surface. Our fingertips stroked down his back so many times that my movements felt robotic.

It was automatic enough to break my stare away from it when Neville called my name, “are you breathing?”

I blinked a few times, and let in a gasp of air that I hadn’t even realized I needed. “Apparently, not.” I laughed, surprised by my hushed volume.

“Merlin, so much suspense for this?” a Gryffindor near the windows was met with a brief glare from Neville, but he concentrated on me.

“Why don’t you take a big breath, and then try putting your fingers in front of mine?”

I loosened up my face, as I took a deep breath in. The long breath out allowed my other hand to unwind as well. I parted my teeth, while my fingertips eased on to the very tip of his nails. “Okay,” I tried another deep, thoughtless breath.

“You can do it, Y/N.” He whispered.

I blinded myself with my unoccupied hand.

Trevor felt gravelly.

Like extreme acne.

His breathing was not nearly as noticeable as the racing heart, beating at the top of his body.

He had a spine.

Noticeable only because the several wobbly scribbles of a line that I tried to draw was not nearly as straight as the subtle ridge at the center of his back.

I eased the hand off of my eyes. Sure to embarrass myself as the sting of tears felt closer than ever. When I looked between us, the room felt a little bit bigger. Almost like we weren’t surrounded by onlookers awaiting my first true reaction.

Our knees were resting so carelessly against each others. Neville’s hand was no longer stroking Trevor with me, it was upright exactly the way someone would hold a ring box ajar. His face was flushed pink, a dopey smile on full display.

My heart floated up and out of my body, drifting high above my head like a balloon. A smile of my own lit up my entire face, while I cupped my palm on Trevor’s back like Neville did minutes before.

Dean and Hermione congratulated me on my fierce battle versus a backwards toad.

But then Trevor made an awful noise that made me jump to attention.

“Okay, Trevor’s done for... the rest of the year.” Neville hurriedly placed the toad on the table behind him.

When he turned to face me, the tiny bit of nerves that infinitely plagued his features returned while he was very caught up between continuing to kneel or standing up.

I hopped to my feet, helping Neville choose to straighten himself up as well.

“That was amazing, Y/N!”

“You’re, you’re— amazing, Nev!” I must have forgotten to resume thinking because I trapped him in a hug. His arms pressed against his sides and all.

After a burst of his nervous laughter rattled through the air, he tried to hug me in return. When only able to bend at his elbows, he hovered his hands over the edges of my back for a moment. Until finally he placed his hands even softer than the touch I just shared with Trevor.

Dean and Hermione swapped looks then, and I had to shut my eyes to pretend I didn’t notice.

[corysmiles]

IT IS TIME FOR ANOTHER ENTRY IN THE POTION AU!!

This is full of nothing and fluff, so prepare lmao

After a while, they began organizing group dinners, where they would all meet up in the evening and eat together. It took a bit of convincing Tommy's parents, but they accepted more easily when they realized it was just between close friends. Wilbur was already living on his own so it was no problem and Phil always was a free spirit. 

And so, at least once a week, they met up at Techno's abode to spend the night together.

Tommy was elated to see all of the furniture now 10 times his size, and all the objects and decoration. "We're gonna have to try and play Hide and Seek, big man. Because this looks like the best fucking playground!" Wilbur, meanwhile, was looking in awe at the whole thing. It felt weird to be so not rightly scaled, but he got used to it soon enough.

Phil was the most surprising of all, due to the fact that he wasn't surprised at all. Even unbothered, in fact. Techno wondered if he was faking it to make him feel better, but everything seemed honest. For someone who claims to never have interacted with giants, he acted as if this was his everyday life. One day he wanted to ask him about that, but he figured those were not the time.

And so they would gather around, bringing each a part of the meal so they could enjoy together. 

Sometimes, techno would drink the potion and join them, other times, he would stay at his regular size and simply enjoy the conversation. It was fine like that, Techno liked it. And his friends didn't seem to mind so it was perfect. (Well, Phil kind of minded, but he was always like that whenever he as much as looked at the potion so that wasn't really anything to go by.)

But it was nice, Wilbur would even bring his guitar from time to time, noticing Techno had a violin. He hasn't touched the instrument in a while but seeing Wilbur play the guitar, it was very tempting. 

"You should try and play again, Techno! We could even make a duet! That would be fun"

"Maybe one day, yeah… but I would need to practice, it's been years."

"Well I don't know violin" Phil perked up "but I'm around Tommy almost everyday, so I'm used to bad sounds" he chuckled

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??"Tommy argued, baffled, which made the other three laugh. 

"But yeah, I think I'm gonna try to play again, it could be fun."

"How did you even get a violin this size? Are there giant shop owners ?"

Techno crackled at that "Na. I made it myself. Took a while, but I'm proud of the result."

Wilbur made an "ooohh" before returning to his meal with a smile. 

It was pretty quiet for a while, everyone enjoying the silence before Wilbur perked up again. 

"I'm wondering, are there giant animals? Like cows or chicken? How do you eat?" 

Phil's fork almost dropped on the plate and looked at Wil with wide eyes, while Tommy added "hey yeah! You never eat with us when you're all big, how come?"

Techno smirked a bit at the question, and his hand reached for a counter. "Actually" he said, grabbing and showing an object they knew all too well "This is why I brought the potion in the first place." 

Wilbur looked confused, but kept smiling, while Tommy exclaimed "wait, really?!?" 

He chuckled "yeah. If creatures like that exist, I never found any. So I started hunting and eating stuff at human size, so when the potion effects wears off, it's like I ate a meal my size. That's how it started, pretty funny when you think about it."

Wilbur laughed a bit "yeah, who would've thought it would lead to this."

"Not me, that's for sure" techno confirmed.

The rest of the meal was spent in comfortable silence. Yet he could feel another question lingered in the brunette's tongue. Carefully, he bopped his hair with one of his fingers, and ruffled his hair gently, which made Wilbur laugh. It wasn't holding yet, but he was getting better at the whole contact thing. "What's stuck in that head of yours, Wilbur?" 

The other continued to laugh a bit even after techno stopped, and he sheepishly smiled. "Well, I have a question, but it might come off as very rude, so I don't know if I should ask."

Phil turned to Wilbur, with an almost scolding glare "wilbur, don-" 

"It's alright, Phil." He lifted a hand before turning his gaze towards Wilbur "ask away."

"Well… About the, hm… myths. Is that… is any of it true?" He finally said, clearly trying to word it inoffensively. 

It was vague enough that Tommy didn't know what he was talking about, and Phil stayed silent, though his brows furrowed. 

Techno bore a small, earnest smile. There was something that could be mistaken for sadness, but it wasn’t quite. 

"Maybe a long time ago, but not that I know of. Giants heard of it too, but from tales and legends taking place so long ago the line between fiction and reality is a huge blur." he couldn't blame Wilbur for his curiosity, and he was surprised the question didn't even make him nervous. He was glad. Very glad. 

"And I didn't meet a lot of giants in my lifetime, but none of them did it, so yeah. Maybe it was true at one point, but I think if it still was, humans would clearly be aware of it."

Wilbur hummed, satisfied with the answer. He took another bite of his meal "yeah, I mean to us, it's only a myth, so it makes sense. Thanks." 

"No problem?" Techno had an amused smile on his face. Wilbur was a weird one sometimes, asking the weirdest or scariest things with only a childish smile on his face. 

Tommy turned to look at wilbur, then technoblade, then wilbur again, before speaking “What the fuck are you two talking abou-”

“Nothing” They hummed in unison. 

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Eventually, the night fell completely and it was time for the humans to go home. They waved goodbye and walked toward the exit, but before they walked through the door, Wilbur turned around sharply and prompted "Can I sleep at your house tonight?" 

Techno, phil and tommy were all taken aback. "You can go home if you want" he reassured the two blonds "I just really like Techno's house." 

"Uhh" techno hesitated. It's not like Wilbur was in any danger, he was careful not to fall from heights… and he would be dead sooner than letting his friends get hurt. 

"You don't have to, if you would rather sleep alone" the brunette was quick to add once he saw the small tension in Techno's stance.

"I think it'd be fine. I spent nights at your house after all, it's only fair. Yeah, you can stay." Techno settled on, earning another bright smile from the human. 

After a couple of minutes, it was just the two of them. It was a bit awkward, seeing as it was the first time Techno was at real size on a one on one. But Wilbur didn't seem to see it that way, enjoying the view. 

"Want me to join you down there?" He asked. 

"Nope! You don't have to worry about a thing!" Wilbur simply replied, grabbing on a drawer handle and slowly making his way up. Techno was quick to put his hand below in case he fell.

"You could have warned me!" Techno complained, to which the other simply laughed a quick "sorry". Not stopping at all. 

After almost falling only twice (and techno almost getting a heart attack two times), Wilbur made it onto a safe platform. The two sighed,one from exhaustion, the other from relief. And he laughed again.

"Tommy wasn't lying. This house really is an amazing playground." He stated, earning a snort from Techno.

"Did you want to stay at my house so you could play with the room without any remark?" He asked, amused. 

"Maybe" Wilbur admitted. “But I also like to spend some time with you. You’re always a comforting presence.” 

"Pff, yeah, right." Techno tried to ignore the warmth coming for his cheeks and ears. “You’re just saying that so I help you with something.” 

“No, no, I mean it, techno. You’re a good friend.” And when he turned to meet the human’s face, it was a simple, honest smile. They stared at each other for a moment, unspoken words being said. Unspoken promises being made. 

Techno stared at his friend’s eyes and saw: not fear. Not méfiance, not worry. His eyes were full of acceptance. Filled with joy and curiosity and wonder. It was the first time he had ever seen such an expression, and yet this look was dedicated to him. Wilbur had waited for them to be in absolute intimacy to offer him this moment.

A good friend.

Techno laughed. Quietly at first, but it grew and grew until the sounds filled the whole room. Wilbur could probably feel the vibration through his whole body but he couldn’t stop. The brunette soon joined in and happiness filled the entire room for god knows how long. Maybe it was two minutes, maybe it was an hour. 

The laughters quieted down eventually, and Techno noticed the fond way Wilbur looked at him. The warmth quickly reached his whole face as he failed to keep a neutral expression. He coughed to wash away his awkwardness. “What- what with that face?” 

"Nothing. It's just nice to see you less restrained." Wilbur smiled "you're always so careful when we're all together." 

"Well, I have to be careful around humans." He hummed, pointing a finger at his friend "you're so small."

"Eh. You couldn't bruise us even if you tried" wilbur shrugged off. "But it's nice! We should do this more often if that means I get to hear your laugh like that more."

Techno cursed himself for the smile that wouldn't wear off. 

"Yeah… maybe we should."

-Written by @melissa-s23 please send them love!!! I love the fluff so much