#but brain is just: what if they were friends🥺👉👈

[qeyond]

Me @ myself: cringe

Me @ myself: 🥺👉👈💕?

[mrsparrasblog]

Girlie your brain is wrinkly 🧠 can u write kyle being in a competition against Rudy to woo reader? Only one of them will get her in the end🥺👉👈 personally I am rooting for Rudy but you decide in the end😘

Hey first of all Thank you <333333 wrinkly brain is now my favorite new word thingy. It feels criminaly wrong to let my character pick someone over Kyle but Rudy deserves everything too. Just enjoy my midnight thoughts.

He had been pining after you for six years—six terrible, long years—where you had several shitty boyfriends or were too oblivious to realize he even liked you. At this point, it was tiring for Rodolfo to love you, but how could he stop? He had never met someone like you: so eager, beautiful, loving, and funny.

He remembered the day he first met you like it was only yesterday. You were so curious and full of passion, almost more than Alejandro had. Since then, you had grown up to be one of the most essential parts of the vaqueros. If you weren’t a medic, you would have been the third in command five years ago, but saving people was just your thing.

Alejandro, Rudy, and you spent most of these five years together on duty, and even in your off time, you went to bars with them, family gatherings, and even on vacation in Cancun. And all these times, Rudy didn't have the guts to ask you out. Alejandro always told him that he should just try, the way you looked at him or how you screamed and cried as he almost died—this is love, but he didn't believe it. And you thought he saw you more like a sister than someone to love, so you both silently gave up.

When Graves' betrayal happened, you fought alongside Rudy's, Ghost's, and Soap's side. You were so happy to have the help of their captain and another Sergeant. What surprised you was that the other Sergeant, Kyle, was so attractive.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but after the great win, you were in a pub with all of them—141 & Vaqueros—sitting on Kyle's lap. You were a bit too tipsy to realize Rudy's jealous glance and Alejandro's disappointed look. All you noticed was the pretty boy whispering sweet nothings into your ear, "Such a beautiful woman. Mhm, the most beautiful girl I've seen in ages." His hot breath tickled against your ear as he slowly wrapped his lips around your neck, eliciting a moan from you, much to Rudy's annoyance. He was almost fuming, and as you noticed it, you couldn’t stop yourself from making him a bit jealous.

So, you ended up in the corner with Kyle. His hips were pressed against yours as he pulled you into a deeper kiss. His tongue fought for dominance, his hands grabbing your ass and squeezing it lightly. "I want you, Kyle."

"Want you too Doll"

It took seconds for your luck to disappear when you went to the bathroom, returning to see Rudy punching Kyle. "Leave her the fuck alone, pendejo."

"She wanted it."

"Who cares? She’s mine."

"Rodolfo, Kyle, both of you stop," you commanded, pulling Rudy by his ear outside of the shady bar of Las Almas.

"What was that?" You asked, lifting your brow in question.

"Mhm, sorry, mi amor."

"You're a childish idiot stop punching every men I give a bit of attention, and now let me fix your cheek," you said, gathering a napkin out of your bag and removing the blood from his cheek.

"I know."

"What did you mean with 'I'm yours,' Rudy?"

"Come on, don’t act like you don’t know." he rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe you were so oblivious, you should have noticed ages ago like everyone else.

"What know?"

"That I've wanted you all these years, just couldn’t stand seeing you with another idiot again."

"You're joking, right?"

"No."

"Oh, Rudy, you should have told me."

"Why?" he mumbled not seeing the point in getting rejected

And with that, you grabbed his face, and after all these years of longing, you finally had Rodolfo where you wanted him: right beside you.

"Finally" Alejandro whispered in the corner of the bar, his two best friends were finally where they belonged.

[gonetoforks]

Poor Yuichi... Isn't he tired?

1. Can he make cute stuffed animal sounds when he's hit or falls to the ground?

2. How does he feel being surrounded by people different from him? (Since he is a stuffed animal and the others are flesh and blood).

3. Has he ever been in more complicated situations, on the verge of death, or seriously injured?

4. Is he too careful with his katana? What nicknames have the turtles given him? Does he know about Mrs. Cuddles?

5. Do some yokai know about him? Draxum, Big Mama, Hueso?

6. What was each turtle's and Splinter's first impression when they saw him? And how did Yuichi react?

7. I could see that Leo used to be afraid of him. If he isn't anymore, what does he think of Yuichi now?

Sorry for so many questions, I really liked the Au 👉👈🥺 (you can choose to answer some questions if you wish)

AAAAA NO WORRIES THIS IS LITERALLY ME WHEN PPL ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY BRAIN BLORBOS;

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1) yes, yes he does

2) He’s pretty used to it! both sides of his family are pretty different from him, the Cuddles’ being almost completely inorganic & his family in Japan being yokai. He doesn’t really feel it actively so much as it’s led him to think of himself as, *waving hands around face* different. For a few reasons, but it’s no more of an issue for him round the turtles than it usually is :D

3) He’s lucky enough to not have had serious injuries, his organs are pretty well protected by flexible metal! The most danger he’s been in is when he had to run away from a family gathering blind into a forest. (When he cries, water can get too deep in his eyes, & since they’re cameras they short out and go offline.)

But basically, it’s really hard to kill or injure him cause he’s kinda like if an octopus had metal protecting its organs lmao

4) He is absolutely not, since he can stitch limbs back on & sew himself up like nothing, Miyamoto has to constantly remind him to be more careful haha. (Since he’d be a yokai in Rise, his ghost lives in the Ki-stone; the Usagi family uses it as an artifact similar to the scrolls Splinter shredded in S1)

He has a few nicknames but they aren’t really used regularly; Jersey Jack, Raggedy Ichi, Cottontail, Skewer-Me-Elmo, mostly one liners like those haha. but Miyamoto calls him Ume-chan (lil plum) pretty regularly hahaha

& unfortunately yes, he is quite familiar with mrs cuddles ( ´△｀)

5) Yeah! Draxum’s seen him around cause he hangs out with his kids, Big Mama hasn’t really taken much notice cause he hasn’t done anything yet, & hueso knows him as “the guy who always orders motor oil to go with his breadsticks.” ksjfjaksjskjs

6) When they met, Raph was scared shitless for a solid few seconds, Don was like “hahaha you terrify my brother haha, who are you.”

Mikey, same as Cassandra & Magicsaurus, chilled out quickly & was excited to meet a new person & have a fun time with a new friend.

Leo was like “lmao, you from Jersey?” & Yuichi said “Yeah lmao,” & Leo was like “no wayyyy, surely you are evil and crazy/hj” and he proceeded to be completely biased towards Yuichi’s “jerseylike behavior.” (Yuichi in reality was just reminding Leo of all the things he dislikes about himself cause they’re so similar. Once he realizes this, their rivalry becomes a lot more jokey like Teru and Mob from mp100 & they grow closer)

Splinter did not really mind his presence either way, just some kid, friend of his kids, in his house.

Yuichi reacted in a very boisterous & unserious way in response to their interest & hesitation. & when he found out they were attacked by his aunt he was very apologetic haha, he got them a fruit basket that said “Sorry my estranged aunt attacked your home, the rest of my family dislikes her too, have some fruit, so sorry.”

7) After Leo & Yuichi grow close, Leo begins to see him as a person he wants to stay close to. He thinks he’s impulsive, arrogant, but he also sees how he affects others and how they feel very easily. And he can talk a LOT. Note how in the show, Leo goes silent when he runs out of ideas, he’s incredibly stressed, & his family isn’t taking notice of him. As opposed to his family who he always feels the need to talk around to “cope,” Yuichi is the guy he trusts enough to let the mask slip and go quiet when he runs out of mana.

They get each other ( ＾∀＾)

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa genuinely tysm for all the questions, I’m happy you’re so interested in him!! ((o(^∇^)o)) leosagi doodles be upon ye 🫵

[sorcerous-caress]

👉👈 uhm could you maybe release a snippet of those fics? Please? 🥺

I’ve deleted and rewritten this ask like 5 times because I’ve never in my life requested smut let alone something like… well that.

-The Ex-Lurker

Anon I am very sorry to inform you that these snippest are as real as santa. I never work on more than one or two fics at a time. And even when I do, i immediately post them the second they're finished.

There is no easter bunny, no queen of England and no Shadowheart degradation snippets.

I have requests for Shadowheart degrading people that i plan on posting after I actually write them, which I have not.

Instead, have this piece I've written just for you as an apology for leading you on <3 i will do it again.

Shadowheart degrades you

[ Smut, degradation, overstimulation, nb!reader, Dom!shadowheart ]

The sound of your voice was all you could hear in the room, raw, breathless, and needy. Hearing the desperation in your own moans made you close your eyes in embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Shadowheart's soft voice came from above you. Her hand went down to caress your head on her lap.

You choked on your own reply, your body squirming and twitching as yet another orgasm was forced out of you. Her hand between your thighs now drenched with your cum.

"Is it too much for your brain? Is that what this is about?" She didn't even give you a moment to rest before hand started moving again, the same brutal pace that she's been forcing onto you for an hour.

"If only you could see how pathetic you look right now." She didn't take her eyes off of your fucked out face on her lap, she seemed to revel in making you feel that burning shame of being watched.

She still had all of her clothes on, not a hair out of place, while you laid naked below her. She didn't even break a sweat while she continuously toyed and abused your most intimate areas into overstimulation.

"Just how many times did you make a mess already, and you're still cumming?" She stopped overstimulating you long enough to give the inside of your thighs a light slap, making your body jump as a loud whine escaped you.

She laughed, she was laughing at you.

Immediately, you felt yourself getting pushed to the edge of another orgasm, so fast too, you were really losing your mind.

"That pretty head of yours will probably be empty by the time I'm done with you." She caressed your head again, "you won't have any other purpose after. You'll be completely useless."

You were so close, you didn't care about your dignity anymore. You just wanted relief.

"Maybe I should invite all of our friends here, give them front row seats to your little show." She let you grind against her hand, cooing and chuckling as you made another mess, covering the insides of your thighs in your own cum.

But she didn't stop, instead, her hand went back to the same brutal pace if not faster.

The pleasure was too intense. It became too much and borderline painful. Your cries were ignored by Shadowheart as you begged and pleaded for a rest.

"A bitch in heat, that's what you are." The hand on your head pulled your hair in a painful grip as she brought your head closer to her face.

Her hand never stopped, you were full on crying from the burning pleasure. You couldn't control yourself, you couldn't control your voice and you couldn't stop from cumming endlessly on her hand. This was your punishment for overindulgence.

Isn't it her job to cleanse people of their sins as a cleric? Then consider this your atonement for being the whore that you are. For all the lust filled thoughts clouding your brain.

"Say, thank you." Her hold tightned on your hair, "thank me for treating you like you deserve to be treated, and I might let go."

Your nerves were on fire. You barely registered your own words as you thanked her as loudly as you can between your cries. Thanking her for giving a dirty pathetic whore like you the chance to repent and get cleansed.

Both hand let go of you, you head was dropped back into her lap.

"Turn around." She looked at you in disgust, "ass up, face down."

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

For the Ship Bingo:

Shadmaria

Kiturge

And/Or Mephadow

Oooohooo I'm excited now

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Shadaria

"They keep me up at night" Self explanatory they make me insane

"I ship them because of canon" You see. I didn't really have an opinion of their relationship for a while so I just accepted it when people said they were siblings canonically, and then as I got further into the games and started reading the Shadow manga I eventually couldn't ignore just how much their canon relationship and fanon potential compelled me anymore. Like with S0ntai1s and S0n1ne, it's really their canon and spin off media interactions which got me hooked to begin with. Like canon really presented to us "they kept each other from feeling lonely, were each other's best friends, Maria was so deeply important to Shadow that he structured his morals and reasons for living around her and has been very fixated on her memory ever since he awoke from the pod" and expected me to feel normal about them?

"Deranged" Self explanatory 🙂

"I just want them to be happy, is that too much to ask?!" Listen listen I love the tragic nature of their relationship in canon and it's fun to adapt in fanon too, but even I love to imagine sometimes scenarios in which Maria lived and they were able to be happy together I crave it🥺🥲💖

"I ship them platonically" like with the previous ship bingo answer involving S0n1ne and S0ntai1s, Shadaria is one of those ships where my favorite depiction of them is queerplatonic. I can enjoy them platonically as best friends quite a lot for sure (and same with the romantic interpretation), it's just that the idea of them not having a solid idea of what their relationship is beyond their friendship and their arrangement (with Shadow assisting Maria) or the fact that they'd love to be by each others' sides forever is really compelling to me. An intensely strong bond to each other which the usual labels can't easily pin down

*Fist banging* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"THEY NEED TO KISS ALREADY" Just one? For me? 🥺 Maybe even a forehead kiss, or a hand kiss, or a kiss on the cheek, or– 🥺👉👈

"I enjoy and/or create fanworks of them" Self explanatory 😎

"OTP" In this case it's not that they're my otp overall for the Sonic franchise. Rather, it's that Shadaria is alongside Mephadow as my OTPs for Shadow ships in specific. And really, it's hard for me not to be so invested in such a strong relationship like this (one that is so integral to Shadow's character and backstory)

"YES!!!!!!!!" YAHOOOO

*Shoulder Grip* Listen listen listen I may not have been able to formulate thoughts and essays as quickly/often as I have with Sontails but guys. Guys. My brain is vibrating with them. I search up the tag on tumblr all the time because I adore seeing them. It is only because of busy and fatigue that I am not posting more about them. The Shadow Manga and Movie 3 continue to make the brain rot worse💖

"omg squeeeee [keysmash]" Listen listen listen they are just so they just have me like 🥺💖💖💖 thinking about how they are together in every version of the Sonic universe, imagining them being companions, being soft, everything 🖤💙

"I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM (LYING)" 🙃 Guys I think I am nearly just as normal about them as Shadow is about Maria, which means at least decently normal, right?

"They are so sooooooo silly :3" Like in general I do love the idea of Maria getting her and Shadow into mischief from time to time on the ARK (as her condition allows, and when she can get away with it), but it's especially Sonic Movie 3 Shadaria that has me like this 😁💖

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Kiturge

"They keep me up at night" Self explanatory I think about them and the intricacies of their characters/relationship much too often

"I ship them because of canon" Okay so like, I first started getting into Kiturge partially because they're explicit S0ntai1s parallels and partially cause a friend of mine got really into them before I read idw and made me read Imposter Syndrome before I finished reading the Archie comics. And man. They have got something they've truly got something. They're canonically co-dependent, Kitsunami wants to be with Surge forever, same trauma, they're talked about sticking it to the world and paving their own road together, they're toxic and yet surprisingly soft about each other, they're partners, they need each other, etc etc I love them. With every new issue that comes out it's just made abundantly clear to me that (like Sonic and Tails) this is the strongest relationship they will have with anyone. They are not to be separated. They've grown together. They were quite literally made for each other y'all like what's not to get obsessed over?

"Deranged" M-Me? Deranged about Surge and Kit? What? Nooooo... *very obviously hides my large essay series in my drafts dissecting their characters and relationship in comic canon*

"I just want them to be happy, is that too much to ask?!" Please universe if I could just ask for one thing. Please. Allow them to take the third path they desired so long ago, to reject being forced into being heroes or villains (good or bad) and just be allowed to adventure together and be partners forever, doing that which makes them happy💖 They deserve what Sonic/Tails and Mighty/Ray have, and also to get to be in the morally grey area that Team Dark gets to be in

"I ship them platonically" Ahshsjs I know I'm gonna sound like a broken record at this rate but my ideal Kiturge dynamic is queerplatonic also. Like Sonic, I see Surge on the aroace spectrum, as someone who doesn't feel romantic/sexual attraction in a usual manner and doesn't particularly desire/care about romance. Her and Drippy would never do something like kiss or ask each other out or any classic way to begin a relationship. They'd just be together for so long that they'd naturally start to blur the lines in their relationship, and so they'd enter a stage of "not dating but also not not dating so secret third thing". They'd be able to trust each other more than anyone else, they'd feel safe experimenting witb each other. They could french kiss simply because Surge randomly decided she wanted to try one, and decided Kit was the best option of experimentation. As for Kit himself, I think of him a bit more like Nine, someone who's also on the aroace spectrum and doesn't fully know what love is, but is a bit bewildered by potentially experiencing romantic/sexual feelings for the first time. He gets jealous of others that gets close to Surge, he wants to be useful to her, he wants to be praised by her, he wants to be her partner forever. He could give less of a shit whether Surge has platonic or romantic or any other feelings about him as long as it still means that she wants him around and looks at no one else

*Fist banging* SELF EXPLANATORY

"I swear to god if anything happens to them I will cry" Listen I just need them to end up alive, together, and happy living their best lives with each other it is all I ask

"Aesthetically pleasing" GAZE UPON THEY:

"THEY NEED TO KISS ALREADY" It would fluster the hell out of whoever is the receiver at first (as opposed to the initiator) they should make out sloppy for me. So sloppy that it makes other people around them uncomfortable

"I enjoy and/or create fanworks of them" Self explanatory ☺️✨️

"They need to bite each other harder and more often" You see usually when I put this tag it's because the two characters should continue to tear each other apart with their bare hands. In this specific case, they should bite each other harder and more often because it's hot. I think actually Kit would enjoy if Surge gave him bites of affection (one he realizes they're bites of affection), and they could also bite each other as foreplay to get freaky about it

"OTP" Not my OTP for the Sonic series as a whole, but definitely my OTP for Surge and Kit's characters for sure. Not a single Kit ship of mine comes even close, and while I have a large number of Surge ships (some that I am really into), Kiturge is undoubtedly number 1.

"YES!!!!!!!!"

*Shoulder Grip* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (genuinely what I would do to see more people talking about these two who don't just call them siblings and call it a day or try to separate them. This is how I feel meeting someone who even implies they like Kiturge)

"omg squeeeee [keysmash]" Lowkey they're just kind of everything like. Have you seen Kit's smiles when Surge says they're gonna kill some people/get revenge together and go their own way? Have you seen the soft way Kitsunami handles and cradles Surge when Surge is unconscious or stressed as hell?😭💚🩵

"I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM (LYING)" Haha yeah uh. Don't check the Kiturge tag I'm completely normal about them and have posted about them a completely normal amount

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Mephadow

"They keep me up at night" Listen I have not been okay about them since I watched the Sonic 06 cutscenes. I often think about what was and what could have been and what could be

"I ship them because of canon" Okay, so I believe I've told this story before, so I'll try to be brief. But I wasn't expecting to ship them when I got into 06. Based on fandom jokes and talk about the game these days, I assumed I would end up being really into M3philver (which I am, but in this case I mean like. Otp level for Mephiles ships), and then I'd be into Mephadow the same way I'm into Inf1nad0w and other ships of the like (which is to say, I thought it would be a hate ship basically). And then Mephiles’s intense festering desire for revenge turned into desire in the span of like. What. Five minutes? Mephiles was all "Oh you don't remember me? Well I remember you. What awaits you is oblivion!" and then after like 5 minutes he switches gears to trying to convince Shadow to give up on the world and join him. He wanted Shadow the Hedgehog so badly it made him look stupid, and even Shadow was interested in him for a minute there? Yeah that's what did me in canon wise. Mephiles getting fixated on Shadow and wanting him to join him with the addition of Mephiles' disappointment over Shadow refusing to join him.

"Deranged" Listen, I'm deranged about Mephiles and deducing what's going on with him to begin with, and him becoming interested in Shadow in 06 the way he does is a part of that

"I just want them to be happy, is that too much to ask?!" In this case, I like to imagine two scenarios. One (which I wouldn't want in canon) where Shadow joins Mephiles and they burn everything down together but also like are lowkey married/partners about it. The second one (which I wouldn't mind in canon) is a scenario in which Mephiles does manage to claw his way into the new timeline, but he ends up being stuck staying under the radar and living among the common people so long that he starts to become a bit more attached and a bit less keen to fulfill his deep down desire to burn it all. Then he and Shadow cross paths again and they (who in this scenario find the other interesting) eventually form a closer relationship. Dunno if that makes any sense. Basically the two options are either "they fulfill Mephiles' 06 desires together" or "Mephiles grows to become more attached to the world in his attempt to lay low and gain power to enact his plans and then ends up together with Shadow as a partner". That's the short of it

*Fist banging* THE POTENTIAL GUYS THE POTENTIAL

"THEY NEED TO KISS ALREADY" Listen to me while I would love something mutual where they kiss so sloppy and freakily everyone is outta there, I will at minimum take a onesided kiss filled with all of Mephiles’ stewing and festering feelings while Shadow is just like🧍during his split second of surprise (which includes "wtf?"). They should have one for Mephiles’ sake at least. It would make him worse about Shadow, but he should get one anyways

"I enjoy and/or create fanworks of them" Self explanatory 🤩

"I ship them in spite of canon" I know with the way canon is going Mephiles basically got rejected twice, and the second time was new timeline Shadow's first impression of him (not good), and also he technically died again, but this is why I also like to fantasize about the what ifs of them actually getting together/how it would happen🤷

"OTP" Not my otp for the series as a whole, but definitely my OTP for Mephiles ships (with M3phi1ver as a close second) and Shadow ships (up at #1 with Shadaria)

"YES!!!!!!!!" YEAHHHHH!!

*Shoulder Grip* 😐 I am staring straight into your soul gripping your shoulders asking "Do you see them? Do you see them? Do you get me?"

"omg squeeeee [keysmash]" I must admit I saw those miniscule Mephadow crumbs from Shadow Generations, and they had me both like 🥺💖 and in pain. I love Mephiles guys. I love them.

"I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM (LYING)" 🙃

"They are so sooooooo silly :3" Can't explain this one it just feels true

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Thank you so much for the ask, anon! I very much enjoyed getting to think about these pairings, as well as share some of my ramblings ☺️

And despite the fact that we only got one bingo, these are definitely some of my favorite ships for sure!

If you or anyone else has any other ships they'd like to pose for the bingo (or any other inquiries, including specific ship questions), feel free to shoot me another ask 🥰

💘Ship Bingo💘

[jazzyblusnowflake]

Is there a ship you DON’t like? From what I've seen you seem to like many, even J x N from what I understood!

hmm. good question uhhh XD k here we go uh.

i dont usually like to talk about ships i DONT like because i dont wanna ruin anyone elses experience- its just unnecessary and unless somone asks me specifically i wouldnt share.

[also under cut cuz i ramble alot lmao]

can you tell im very enthusiastic about shipping and character dynamics? 🥺👉👈

now codegold and Jenvy and fullcompany or Luzi or Vhad even are all crackships, hell even Jessa is almost in the crackship area because some of the characters involved are either not fully developed or did not have any significant screentime and its up to the fan/consumer/writer to make their own assumptions and character developments.

i vibe with almost... most crackships? lol, because the fact that they are between characters who have very little canonical and/or meaningful interactions, therefore as a writer i get to think and develop my own interactions where... things yknow... "DEVELOP" XD like how some ppl take backgeound characters from mlp and give them and entire lore and backstory XD

like J and Tessa and even Thad who were very one dimensional and barely there. we cant even talk about J cuz liam straight up assasinated her entire poor fucking character. she has no rhyme or reason or purpose for doing any of the things she did thats why its not easy to like her for the sake of liking her.

meanwhile everyone likes villains like azula, idk catra, bill cypher, invader zim- not necessarily cuz they "have backstories" but because they made SENSE in their respective settings and what people KNEW of them. J.... J makes no sense 😭 Liam essentially didnt give us anything on her for us to connect any dots about her- especially not after somewhat hyping the character up to be AS important as the other cast but then she was just... literally tossed in the scrap dump of the planet. also Thad and a bit of Lizzy and Doll- ive been trying to develop them for a few weeks now for my MD re-writing plans and it has been HARDDD they make no sense in a setting where everything is just for gags and jokes.

but i digress- what i mean to say is- i like crackships cuz i get to MAKE the characters as i enjoy them >:"3 i love writing and doing character studies!

this all being said... i dont blame people for disliking a ship. for some reason shipping characters from shows fucking takes away years of your life- esp when you see one you dislike and your brain cant even bring a goddamn reason for why you hate the ship in the first place- so i genuinely advise people who dislike a ship to just avoid it- breathe XD maybe block the tags- dont interact so the algorythm doesnt try to bother you- tell your friends to not talk about it with you maybe- and overall internet hygiene- you dont need to try and convince yourself to like it unless you want to- but dont bother others about it.

and with all this being said now the ships "I" personally dislike are...

Vizzy, Noll, and Khori....

.....yep.

i wont elaborate on WHY i dislike them so much to the point that i had to unfollow some people just to maintain my sanity, but the thing is sometimes brain isnt convinced with "logic" so big whoop 🤷‍♀️ such is life. hope people who enjoy them have fun tho<3

hope this was helpful 👌

[andreafmn]

In the Heat of the Moment | Part 5

Word Count: 6.3K

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader, mentioned Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Story Description: Every month female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. It’s a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?

Warnings: SMUT (+18, minors DNI), infidelity, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), very vanilla sex

A/N: read at the end of the story 😬😬 also, sorry it took me so long to update. This week a friend that I haven't seen in almost two years came over and I was exhausted afterward from all the socializing. But it's the longest one yet. My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing🥺👉👈. Hope you enjoy, and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 5

It felt strange waking up to an empty bed – cold and foreign. (Y/N) stretched her limbs as far as she could, shaking away the soreness that had built up in her body. Though strange now, she was comfortable. Sprawled on the mattress, relishing after a night of intense pleasure and a very long sleep. 

By the time her eyes fluttered open, she could tell it was already well past midday, already nearing the dark evening. Chatter was lively all around the village, loud enough she could hear the mumbles from her nest. The sun still warmed the air and the wind whistled softly, making the leaves on the branches rustle in its way.

For a moment everything felt normal. For just a moment, the weight of her actions had not fallen upon her shoulders. She felt like could breathe, content with all the decisions she had taken in her husband’s absence. Maybe, just maybe she had finally come to terms with what her body wanted. 

But it was only for a moment. 

As slumber left her body and her mind became awake, everything dawned on her suddenly. Those past four days, the next three days, Neteyam, Neytiri, the Sully family, and Jake… Goddess, Jake. The man that in so little time had taught her so much. About herself, her body, her needs, and desires, about what she had and what she was lacking. 

(Y/N) knew just how messed up the whole situation was. How sleeping with Jake had set off a domino effect and they yet had a way to know the full consequences of their actions. What they had done, and consciously kept doing, would not only break apart two families, but it would also destroy a whole tribe. 

She kept telling herself it wasn’t love though, it was merely sex. An entanglement of carnal desire brought on by the absence of her mate. She has gone momentarily insane, crazed by the needs of her body rather than listening to the rational thought firing in her brain. Her arousal had clouded her head, she told herself. She was still in heat and that natural response was what was guiding her actions. 

The girl was sure that’s how Jake saw this as well. An exchange of bodies playing the most instinctual game in the animal kingdom. Sex and pleasure, animalistic instincts, and pure arousal were their gasoline. The never-ending fuel of the fire that had ignited inside them. 

What she had missed was the glimmer in his eyes as he stared into hers; the way his ears flickered at the sound of her laugh; the warmth that painted his cheeks at the mention of her name; the quick breaths that overtook his lungs whenever she was near. She had missed every single second Jake had spent trying to forget that she belonged to another man and that he belonged to another woman. 

Her head was too clustered with a conflicting dilemma. If what she was doing was so wrong, how could it make her feel that good? How was it that Jake could know everything (Y/N) needed, every part of her body that craved touch? How could he do in a couple of days what her own husband had yet to learn? 

Every thought flooded her at once. Every decision, every touch, every taste, every single moment that had transpired. It made her heart race and her heart tighten. She felt herself torn between what her body wanted, what her heart wanted, and what her brain wanted. It was confusing and overwhelming, but she still couldn’t help but see it all through. 

(Y/N) wasn’t alone with her thoughts for too long. Outside her tent, a little voice peeped and called out her name. 

“Are you awake now, (Y/N)?” Tuk called for her. “I’m here to finish your hair!” 

“Sure thing, Tuk Tuk,” the girl responded, scrambling to hide the stained sheets she lay on. “Give me just a sec.” 

She dressed quickly and clothed the mattress to make sure nothing seemed out of place. If there was anything she truly did not want, it was to arise the suspicion of his family. Once she noted everything was normal, she let Tuk and Kiri through. 

“Morning, guys,” she breathed with a smile. “Thought I would meet you guys at your nest.” 

“Well, you almost slept through the day!”

“Dad told us you’d probably sleep in today, so we decided to meet you here. We came earlier but you were still asleep and we let you be,” Kiri explained, placing a hand over her sister’s mouth in an effort to quiet her before she gave (Y/N) an apologetic smile. “This week has probably been exhausting for you.” 

“You have no idea,” she chuckled. “But I’m glad you guys are here.” 

She settled on the ground as Tuk took a seat on her bed behind her. A breath hitched in (Y/N)’s throat as the child sat on the very spot she had been with her father. It made her body fill with warmth and had her squirming, something she hoped the girls could not see. 

But soon enough she got lost in the feeling of the girls doing her hair. They undid the braids that held her hair together, running their fingers through the strands to loosen them up. The dark locks fell down her shoulders in soft curls, flowing down past her shoulder blades. She was engrossed in the way they brushed her hair and took their time trying different hairstyles until they settled on the perfect one. 

“Oh, (Y/N), did your necklace break yesterday?” Kiri’s voice seeped through her calm trance and broke her focus. “What happened to it?”  

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped open to see her friend handing her three beads of the necklace her father had snapped the night before. Flashes of what had happened in that very room crowded her head, building a fire in her body as it remembered Jake taking her on the mattress. Her body tensed as she looked at the colorful spheres on her hand. She had completely forgotten that Jake had ripped it off her body and the pieces had flown everywhere.

“Oh, I was really tired last night and accidentally pulled it as I undressed,” she scrambled for an answer. “Completely forgot about it.” 

“Want me to make you a new one?”

“That’d be great, Kiri. You know I love every piece you make.” 

“Alright,” she beamed. “I think I’ll be done by the time Neteyam comes home. Maybe even by tomorrow.” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

“Now you can surprise him with a new hairstyle and a new necklace,” Tuk squealed. “I am done!”

“Oh, it looks beautiful, (Y/N),” Kiri boasted. “I am sure Neteyam will love it.”   

She stared at her hair in the mirror she had been gifted by Norm. Tuk had done the top half of her hair with two thick braids that met at the back, the feathers pinned where the locks met. She’d left some curls framing her face and ears, the rest cascading down her back. It looked effortless and hard work all at once. The red and yellow feathers popped against the darkness of her hair, the perfect accessory to the beautiful hairstyle. 

“Thank you, Tuk,” the girl smiled. “You’ve always been the best hairdresser. I love it.”

“Maybe that should be my job at the village,” Tuk giggled. “I’ll do everyone’s hair!”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Now all you have to do is keep your hair intact until Neteyam comes back,” Kiri chuckled. “Think you can manage that?”

“I sure will try.”

“I don’t mind redoing your hair, (Y/N)!” 

“Thanks, Tuk.” 

After the girls left, (Y/N) couldn’t do more than sit in front of the mirror and stare at her reflection. The Sully girls had done up her hair in anticipation of her husband’s arrival, and the first man that would be able to see her would be their father. 

“Oh, Eywa,” she sighed to her own reflection. “What am I doing?”

Her stomach churned as her mind flustered with the juxtaposition that had become her life. She wanted to be loyal to Neteyam, but she couldn’t help the fire that burned deep inside her for Jake. She wanted to be the perfect wife everyone thought her to be, the perfect cure tsahik everyone expected her to be, simply perfect. She wanted to remain the same (Y/N) that had been shaped to lead alongside her husband. 

But she was flawed. And the wanton corporal need that crept from the pit of her stomach had become unavoidable at that point. Her body craved Jake’s touch whilst her heart called to Neteyam. The older man had left an indelible mark on her skin, and her husband had left one in her heart. 

She needed guidance. She needed the whispers of the earth to give her the answers she was shouting into the void. She needed a sign. 

Before she could process what she was doing, (Y/N)’s legs were moving. She left her nest and started her journey. Her pace was slow as she passed people in the village, smiling and waving in acknowledgment. She did not want to create any concern in her fellow tribe members that would cause them to follow her. She wanted — needed to be alone. 

As soon as she left camp and was out of anyone’s sight, her feet took off running. It was aimless at first. Needing any possible distance between her and everything that happened back home. She needed an escape, a moment of solace with her thoughts, a moment to breathe. 

Still, she knew the path she was taking like the back of her hand. Every step she took only brought her closer to the only place she could get what she was yearning for. The only place where she could whisper into the air and she would get an answer. 

It wasn’t long before she was basking in the bright lights of the tree of souls. Just the sight of it had a wave of calm wash over her. She ran her hands through the lit-up tendrils of the tree, staring in awe at how they shone brighter at her touch. It was an unexplainable feeling to stand under the tree that housed all of her ancestors. The same tree that had seen her birth, her passage to adulthood, her union to Neteyam. 

Under that very tree, that stood tall and firm, her whole life had passed before her. Every monumental step in her life had been witnessed by those that came before her. And it was the only place she could look for answers without feeling the judgment of the living. 

She found a spot, deep inside the tree, and sat on the ground. She took hold of a bioluminescent strand and ran it through her hand as she used another hand to grab hold of her queue, ready to make tsaheylu with the willow. 

A breath hitched in her throat as she finally allowed the bond to take place. Her pupils dilated and her ears were inundated with the whispers of souls. They welcomed her into their embrace, speaking words of encouragement and peace. 

“Mother Goddess,” (Y/N) sobbed. She had no idea when she had started crying, but she felt the warm rush of her tears sliding down her cheeks. “I am here in need of your guidance. I know the vows I made in front of you and my ancestors, and I tried my hardest to uphold them. To this day, I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know what is still coming over me. 

As much as I want to remain faithful, to wait for my husband to come home and live as mates, but I have this thing burning inside of me and it calls to Jake Sully, Great Mother. 

I know the tragedy that will fall upon us if this is ever found out. Jake will no longer be Olo’eyktan, they’ll exile us, and both Neytiri and Neteyam will be cursed to go on without their mates. It will be devastation like no other. And we would have to live with the shame of what has been done.”

Air got caught in her throat as she cried. It was one thing to think all of this in her head, but hearing herself speak out loud shook her. It was real, all of it was real. The infidelity, the lies, the temptations, the wants, the needs. Everything was far too real. 

She let out a loud shriek, clutching at her heart. The pain was too overwhelming to hold inside. The last thing she wanted was to hurt the people she loved. Yet, her actions had been selfish and fueled by split-second decisions. 

“Ma Eywa, rutxe,” she wailed. “Tell me what I should do. Give me a sign of how I can go on, Great Mother. I know what I’ve done is unforgivable, and whatever punishment I receive would never compare to what I already feel. But I do not want to break that family. Sullys stick together, and that’s the way it should remain. I am only a Sully by marriage, they are blood. At the end of the day, blood weighs more than water. 

So, I am on my knees begging. Tell me what to do. Just give me a sign, Great Mother.” 

***

Jake had found it hard to stay away that day. He had found it hard to leave her the night before. But he had to care for his family, and Tuk needed him. 

He tried to make his escape once his daughter seemed to settle. But every time he would move to make a run for it, the child would stir and he’d fall back in place. 

That night he dreamt of her. He dreamt of her skin, her lips, her warmth, her scent. Every single one of his senses had been overtaken by (Y/N). Everything but his touch. Because as much as he yearned to be by her side, she was simply not his. 

The moment he woke up, the first thing he wanted to do was run to her. But his duties had taken hold of him before he could fulfill his wishes. He did everything he had to do to the best of his abilities, the image of (Y/N) sewn into his brain. 

Jake would find himself getting lost in thought from time to time, being brought back many times by the people around him. He was distracted and restless, hoping that the more he stared at the sky, the faster the day would move. 

He saw his daughters saunter over to (Y/N)’s tent as the sun started to set on the horizon, taking everything in him not to join them. Even if he had to sit in a corner and be ignored, he simply wanted to be in her presence. He wanted to be close enough to hear her laugh, to feel her warmth, just close enough to be able to touch her. It wouldn’t have been much, but just enough. 

Still, his responsibilities had to be prioritized. As much as he wanted to throw all caution to the wind and act as overzealous as he had been in his 20s, he was the Olo’eyktan of the clan. His job was too important to ignore and it was his obligation to watch over the tribe. (Y/N) would just have to wait. 

Soon enough, he’d be done, and all the time he had left would be his. 

“Kiri, sweetheart, wait up,” he called to his oldest daughter. The day was close to reaching its end, one of his last opportunities to be with (Y/N) slipping away. “By any chance, do you know where (Y/N) is? She’s not in her nest.”

“Well, I’m not sure,” she responded. “Last time I saw her was inside her nest, but maybe Lo’ak saw her after. I know she was walking around.”

“Alright, thanks, sweetie. Go ahead and set up for dinner without me. I still have some loose ends to tie up.”

“Sure, dad.” 

Jake set up running looking for his youngest son which proved to be harder than he could have imagined. His son had a proclivity to be in places he shouldn’t have been, in moments he shouldn’t have been. And right there and then, he needed Lo’ak to magically appear. 

He moved from corner to corner in the village, asking whoever he could if they had seen his son. Being met with the same answer was frustrating and irritating. His hours were counted and time kept trickling down without any regard for what he wanted. 

“Lo’ak!” Jake finally found his son, dismounting his ikran. Normally, he would have scolded the boy, settling into one of his overdone lectures. But there was no time for that. “Kiri told me you may have seen (Y/N). Do you know where she is?”

“Uh, last I saw her she was on her way to the Tree of Souls,” Lo’ak answered. He was surprised at his father’s words. He expected the usual reprimand for flying his ikran right before daybreak. Yet, it never came. “Haven’t seen her since.” 

“Alright, thanks, son,” he said. “We’ll talk about this when I get back.” 

“Shit,” the boy mumbled as his father’s figure disappeared into the trees. 

As soon as he knew no one could see him, Jake took off running. His steps lit up the trail behind him as he sped toward the grand willow tree. All he wanted to do was as much time with her as possible, and the day was almost over. 

What he had not expected was the scene he ran into. (Y/N) was on her knees, her queue connected to a tendril of the tree as she sobbed. But what truly broke his heart was what she said. 

“Ma Eywa, rutxe,” she wailed. “Tell me what I should do. Give me a sign of how I can go on, Great Mother. I know what I’ve done is unforgivable, and whatever punishment I receive would never compare to what I already feel. But I do not want to break that family. Sullys stick together, and that’s the way it should remain. I am only a Sully by marriage, they are blood. At the end of the day, blood weighs more than water. 

So, I am on my knees begging. Tell me what to do. Just give me a sign, Great Mother.” 

He felt as though someone had gotten their grip around his heart and were trying to rip it out of his chest. She looked so frail and defeated. Her whole body was shaking as tears fell from her eyes, staining her cheeks. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and take her pain away. 

Jake took tentative steps toward her, careful to not startle the girl. He stepped over roots and walked through vines to reach her. The only thing on his mind was how he could comfort her, and let her know she was not alone. 

But his presence was instantly noticed. (Y/N)’s head snapped toward the sound of his steps, her teary eyes falling onto his. Her whole body slumped as he neared her, the weight of her emotions taking a toll on her body. 

“Come here, little one,” he whispered once he was close enough to her. Jake knelt beside her, wrapping his arms tightly around her form. She pressed her head against his chest, allowing herself to come undone in his embrace. “Tell me what’s troubling you.” 

“I… I… I can’t.” 

“I think I can guess. I heard what you said.” His voice broke as he spoke, her sadness spilling over to him. “I thought we weren’t going to burden ourselves with this until tomorrow, (Y/N). What happened?” 

“I just… I just don’t know how I could ever move forward, Jake. How will I look into Neteyam’s eyes knowing what I’ve done? Knowing how I’ve felt?”

“Why do you keep talking as if you’re the only one that’s done something wrong?” 

“Because I did,” she sobbed. (Y/N) lifted her head from his chest, her glazed yellow eyes boring into him. “I was unfaithful and disloyal to Neteyam and I came between you and your family. I did that, Jake. What runs through your veins will always unite you – as it should be. My space in the family is the only one that’s replaceable.” 

Jake’s heart sank as she spoke. Her pain and hurt were overwhelming, a choking wave of powerful emotions. The worst part was that she was the one feeling them. He wanted to be able to carry all that guilt and all that turmoil that she held inside her, to unburden her of the weight of their choices and carry it on his shoulders by himself. 

“I hope you know just how wrong you are,” he comforted. His hand raised to her cheeks, trying to wipe away the streams that stained her beautiful cheeks, before falling to take her hands in his. “You are as much a Sully as my children. You are a quintessential part of this family, and none of us would be the same without you. We didn’t know what our family was missing until you came along. I didn’t know there was something missing from my life until you came along. 

If you are looking for a sign, baby girl, this is it. What happened this week was meant to happen, because our Great Mother would have not allowed it had it not been fate. 

It is no secret that this will end in two days, but it doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the rest of our time together. Whether we can do it again after, I cannot say. But the future is everchanging. All we can do is focus on the now. Can you do that, little one? Focus on this moment without worrying about what the future holds?” 

(Y/N) felt the air thicken around her, her lungs struggling to take a breath. Could she do that? Could she disregard any future consequences for a fleeting moment of pleasure? Could she go on the rest of her life harboring such a damaging secret? 

All it took was a look into his eyes, the touch of his hands, and the warmth of his body pressed to hers, for her to answer, “Yes.” 

His hands rose once more, gently cupping her face as he moved her face to meet his. He placed a gentle kiss upon her lips, a feeling of deja vu taking over him. He was letting his emotions guide his actions just like he had done over 18 years before. Under the same purple-blue light from a similar tree, he had made a choice before Eywa to mate for life with one woman. And under the same eye of the ancestors who had bore witness to monumental events in his life, he was throwing caution to the wind. 

That night would be different from the two before. Instead of giving in to his animalistic urges, Jake wanted to show her another side of him that she had yet to see. He wanted to show her the gentle and nurturing version of what they were doing. He didn’t just want to fuck her, he wanted to make love to her. 

His movements were tender and calculated. He didn’t want to rush the moment. He wanted her to feel cared for and satisfied. He wanted her to walk away from that night knowing she was loved and important, that she was a valuable person to him and to his family, and that no matter what they would always have those shared moments. 

“You matter, sweetheart,” he smiled at her. “You matter to me; you matter to this family; you matter to our clan. There is no us without you. You, my darling, have always been inevitable.” 

A smile spread across both their faces before their lips met in another gentle kiss. This one, though, was filled with passion and want. It spoke what neither had been able to voice to the other, holding in its grasp every emotion and sentiment they shared. 

Although, it didn’t take long for it to turn steamy as they grew hungrier for each other. His hands landed on her hips, pulling her body closer to his as she straddled his lap. He wanted to feel as close to her as possible. He wanted her to know just how much he wanted to be close to her. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands clutching at the hair on his nape. She pulled softly as she normally did, earning a groan from Jake and a quick rutt of his hips. But he broke the kiss quickly after. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“I want tonight to be different,” he breathed, placing his forehead against hers. “I want to take it slow. I want to worship you and your body in the way you deserve. I want to give you a moment that you will never forget.” 

Sharing a gaze, he undid her necklace, exposing her breasts completely. Afterward, he untied her loincloth, carefully placing it with her top cover. Under the lights of the Tree of Souls, her bare body looked ethereal, unlike anything he’d seen before. Unlike anyone he’d seen before.

As he kissed her again, he placed a hand on the back of her neck, guiding her body to lay flat on the ground. He towered over her, his lips roaming her face, mapping every line and dot on her skin. He kissed her temple, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her lips… every single part of her face was met with his pink lips. 

His head dipped, traveling from her face down to her jaw and settling on her neck. Jake kissed and nipped at her skin, knowing which spots would have her back arching and her throat moaning. He paid close attention to her reactions. The way she would suck in a breath when he softly sunk his canines into her skin, the trembling groan she released when he ran his tongue flat on the same spot, the whines that left her mouth when he came up for air. 

Jake moved further, his path marked with wet kisses, until he landed on her breasts. Her skin erupted in shivers at his touch, as if it had been the first time she’d felt the warmth of his mouth on her. His lips wrapped around the stiffened peak, his tongue stimulating her to no avail. Soon after, his hand joined him in paying attention to her other mound, wanting nothing more than to have two mouths to give both breasts the care they deserved. But splitting his focus would have to do. 

Her body squirmed at the feeling. Something about being completely out in the open as he gingerly kissed her body grew her arousal to unsurmountable amounts. She felt as sensitive as the first time she had ever had intercourse. (Y/N) never thought she would ever feel that way once more. So giddy with excitement and anticipation as the door to a whole new experience opened. 

“I need you, Jake,” she breathlessly purred out. “My body needs you.” 

With a hearty chuckle, he released her breasts, trailing over her stomach and down between her legs. He kissed her thighs, moving slowly upward until he settled centimeters away from her arousal. She glistened under the bright light, a testament to just how excited she was. 

“Goddess, you’re simply breathtaking,” he said right before giving her what she wanted. 

He attached his mouth to her core like a man starving. His tongue lapped at her bundle of nerves, attacking her with the utmost calculating force. That night would be all about her. About showing her everything she deserved to feel and how she deserved to be treated. 

He used his tongue expertly, circling and flicking the little mound that would trigger her climax. At the same time, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking incessantly to edge her on. He was moved by the sounds that rolled out of her mouth. It was the most beautiful song he’d bore witness to. 

“Oh, my Eywa,” she mewled. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close!” 

“Then do it, sevin. Cum for me.”

(Y/N) wrapped her fingers into Jake’s hair, pushing his head deeper into her. The sensitivity of her body was astronomical and she could feel her peak gripping at her insides faster than ever before. But when Jake suddenly added two digits into her entrance, she couldn’t help the instinctual clenching of her walls. 

He pumped into her as fast as his tongue moved over the aching bud, the tips curling slightly to stimulate her from the inside. He wanted her to burst. He wanted to build that bubble inside her until it finally popped. He wanted her to scream his name, to writhe under his touch, to remember that no one would ever make her feel like he could. 

It didn’t take long for the ecstasy to flood her body. As she felt herself explode in pleasure, her back arched off the ground, Jake’s tongue and fingers still working her as she felt the sensations of her climax ransack through her body. 

Once her body calmed, the man made the journey back up her body, leaving more wet kisses on the expanse of her skin. He found her mouth once more, savoring her and the moment. Still, everything felt like it was fleeting quickly. That time was slipping away from them and in a split second they would lose everything they had. 

“I need you, Jake,” she whispered into his flickering ear. “I need to feel you inside me.” 

“Your wish is my command, sevin,” he smiled, sitting up. “Come here.” 

He pulled her body up, moving her onto his lap. He wanted to see her, stare into her eyes as they engaged in one of their last moments together. He ran his fingers across her face, tracing and mapping every inch of skin. He trailed over her features before his hand landed on her jaw, his thumb caressing the plump blue skin of her lips. 

“You truly are the most beautiful creature I’ve laid eyes on,” he sighed, too enthralled in the moment to realize the weight of his words. “I just wish…” 

“Don’t,” she stopped him, placing a single finger on his lips. “Don’t wish. We don’t get to wish, just live in the moment.”

“I can’t help myself, (Y/N). I can’t help what I need, what I’m feeling.” His gaze bore into hers, searching for any sort of reciprocity on her part. “I can’t help but wish we had more time, wish we’d been born in different times, wish it was just you and me.” 

“Jake…” 

“I know… I know. I just needed to say it at least once. Because if I had to go the rest of my life without saying it, I was going to burst.” 

(Y/N) didn’t know what to say, the words seemingly stuck in her throat. Instead, she responded with a soft and passionate kiss, hoping it was sufficient enough to calm his fears. It wasn’t hard to tell that the emotions they shared were heightened in the man, that he felt a connection that was more than just physical. She was confused and reeling, and nothing he said was helping her. Yet, she couldn’t find the strength to end things. 

Rather, she unfastened his loincloth, baring him as much as she was. She grabbed his length, lining the tip with her entrance. She connected their lips right as she sank down, the sudden stretch taking all the breath from her lungs. (Y/N) steadied herself by wrapping her arms around his neck, allowing her body to grow used to the feeling of having him inside her. 

It took them a second to start moving. They were overstimulated and overwhelmed. By the moment, by the feeling, by their emotions. It was everything and nothing all crashing down on them. This was it, the point of no return. Jake had said what had been weighing in his heart out loud and he was not planning to take it back, not even if she didn’t feel the same. 

Suddenly, she started to move. Their position not giving them leeway for much more. And for the first time in three nights, she felt different. Her heart felt warm and calm. Could this be the sign she had been pleading for? Had Eywa heard her cries and was telling her everything would be alright? 

(Y/N) bounced slowly on his lap, her hips gyrating softly. Although they were restricted by the position and the area, he was reaching deeper than he’d ever done before. She felt full and stretched, and she knew that she would not last very long. Not that night, not after everything they had done. 

With his limited mobility, Jake tried his best to meet her jumps, his thrusts meeting her pace perfectly. Much like her, he was already on the edge. Spending all the with (Y/N) on his mind had built up enough desire and arousal to have him spilling with a simple kiss. Whether it was the novelty of their meeting or whatever it was he was feeling, he felt like an overeager boy. His experience and resistance went out of the window.  

They were both holding on, trying their best to stretch the moment as far as they could. To live in the feeling as much as their bodies allowed them to. But it would prove they were weaker than their desires. 

“(Y/N), I see y…”

She was quick to cut him off with a kiss. “Not those words,” she pleaded. “Please, don’t say those words. Not here.” 

“Then, I yearn for you,” he proposed. “If I cannot say those words, then I’ll give us our own. I yearn for you, (Y/N).” 

“I yearn for you too, Jake,” she whispered. “I yearn for you.” 

A couple of skillful thrusts and they were both bursting, their essences mixing inside of her. Her walls clenched around him, emptying him of every drop of seed from inside him. (Y/N)’s head fell to the crook of his neck, her chest heaving and her body trembling in pleasure and exhaustion. She clenched her arms tighter around his neck, the only thing keeping her grounded being his scent. 

There was a haziness in her brain as she came down from her culmination. The satisfaction that Jake had been able to provide her in such little time was intoxicating and addicting. (Y/N) had no recollection of how her body reacted before she had been with him and was scared of how she would feel after. Her body still called for him even if her heart did not.

Yet, it was earth-shattering and earth-binding all enveloped into one for Jake. A feeling that overtook all of his senses – mind, body, and soul. Under the tree that had seen his soul transfer, that had seen all of his children born, that had been witness to every moment that made him a Na’vi, he’d shown that maybe there was someone else that could complete him. What he felt was always missing from his life – from his heart – was her. 

“Come here, sevin,” he told her as he led her between his legs. Her back was flush against his chest as his arms snaked to her front in a comforting embrace. “Do you think you have another one in you?” 

“I could,” she grinned, though her eyes were already closing in tiredness. “But just one more.” 

“Wouldn’t ask for anything more,” he chuckled. “Now, hold on.”  

He freed one of his hands and slithered it down to her wetness. Gathering some of their mixed releases, he caressed her swollen clit. He wanted to push her just over the edge, give her body just a bit more than it could handle. 

He circled and pinched the bud, varying his speeds as he paid attention to her breathing. He gawked at the way her chest would rise and fall in tandem with the movement of his fingers, her moans spilling every couple of breaths. 

There was no chance for her to hold out for too long. Her body still reeling from their moment together, she was sensitive and frail. She could already feel the next ripple threatening to run through her body. And once Jake added his lips to her neck, (Y/N) knew she could not hold back anymore. 

“I know you’re trying to hold it, baby girl,” he whispered against her ear. “Cum for me, sevin. Let go.”

And she did. She allowed her orgasm to plunder her body, letting the weight of her body rest completely against his. He snaked a hand under her chin and turned her head until he could give her a tender kiss, his other hand brushing away the hairs that had stuck to her face. 

Under the light of the willow tree, the shine of their ancestors, he had given proof of what he felt. One of the last times he would ever be able to do so. Two days were all that was left until the fantasy would shatter. Two more days and he would have to repress the way his heart had changed rhythm. 

But as he stared at her sleeping face, her eyelids fluttering as slumber overtook her, he allowed himself to live in the delusion. Whatever happened after the next night, would be out of his hands. For now, she was in his arms. For that split second, she was his.

Next ->

A/N: well, surprise! there's another part coming. As I did a part breakdown, I noticed I could not fit the story into five parts. But I would love to know y'all's theories on how this will all end🫣 Also, look at Jake falling for reader even though she's only in it for the physical satisfaction... 😈

Taglist: @uwunuggetchan @ellabellabus07 @sweetllamaparadise @crazy4books1  @jake-sullys-whore @saltedcoffeescotch

[tarabyte3]

Top 5 Andy outfits 😏

No honorable mentions and you can exclude films ☺️

Tarren. I thought we were friends. No honorable mentions?! 🥺 okay fine 😭 (I'm just kidding, this is a FABULOUS question and I love you 💖)

Also I hope everyone else is prepared to see some severe brain rot in action, buckle up mother fuckers.

- The grey Henley

(b...belly 🥵)

- The green Ozwald Boateng jacket from the Luther: The Fallen Sun global premiere red carpet in London

- The Paul Smith multicolored striped shirt

(especially because he wore this when so many of us were together in Dallas and it's what he's wearing in our group photo 🥺)

- The Paul Smith green leather bomber jacket

- The Mr. Porter cashmere sweater from the GQ Hype photoshoot complete with the birkies

(I know it's not technically one of HIS outfits, but it looks incredible on him, I'm depressed there's only one photo, and I have spent a not insignificant amount of time thinking about how cuddly he'd be while wearing it 👉👈)

Thank you for giving me the gift of thinking about this man's wardrobe, my friend 😍💖

[eemamminy-art]

🦷🍄🛼 for the ask game! 💚💚

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

Related to creative stuff? If you find yourself getting in your head while creating (thinking too much about the fic/art, thinking too much about something else unrelated, thinking too much about how it might be received) take a break and come back. Clear your head. Do something else. Your thoughts will wander back to the thing you were making and it'll dawn on you what was missing before you run yourself down a path that wasn't working out. Don't force the creativity, let it run as a background process in your brain!

Also, when it comes to art, just keep it simple. Focus on the overall big picture first, make sure that reads well and cleanly even if it's teeny tiny, and then worry about the little details here or there that most people will miss. It will make the art so much more harmonious overall, and then there will be little treats for people who like to zoom in and enjoy the little things.

🍄 ⇢ share a headcanon for one of your favorite ships or pairings

Oh man okay pulling this one out of the back catalog of ships but I've been watching the anime for utapri so I'm thinking about Camus/Cecil again 🥺👉👈 I wrote this headcanon into the fic I wrote about them a while ago, but since Cecil's japanese is not very good, I like to headcanon that when he's flustered he just slips into his native language and can't speak japanese for a second until he regains his composure 😄 it's cute to think about... 🥺

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

💦💦💦💦💦 gdshjgkhjds KIDDING

For context, I was sprinting with my friend and I mentioned how I kept bringing up how sweaty they were and she was like "what are those boys up to" gdhjdsj

More accurate for this chapter would be: 🌞📩🤗🍕😳

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Writers truth & dare ask game

[blackbird-brewster]

hiiii!! i'm sorry to hear you're not doing well right now, but you're definitely an appreciated face on my home page

1) i haven't watched much of the criminal minds reboot. i think i watched the first two episodes? but i don't like it. i think the reboot lays into the things i don't like about the show (gory deaths, really unhinged murderers, poor representations of people with mental health issues) while ignoring things i do like about the show (steady character development and family time, morgan, hotch, and reid being there >:( and an interesting analysis into what makes normal people do bad things, not what makes people run multi-level marketing murder schemes[???]). but i also have not seen enough of it to justify any stronger opinion than "i don't like reboots and this will not be an exception"

2) not really a headcanon, as much as an analysis of the show that my friend and i were talking about. but we both genuinely think that garcia and morgan would have ended up together if garcia was skinny...which is garbage because i absolutely LOVE their relationship, and i feel like it did not get any solidity or closure. also reid is bisexual and prentiss is a lesbian and jj is "good luck, babe" chappell roan-coded

3) a femme penelope garcia icon would be...kinda awesome 👉👈🥺

4) again, prentiss + jj = good luck, babe. idk what else to tell you

5) reid x morgan college au rivals to lovers shenanigans would make a great fic

6) comet and koshi (two of my five cats)

7) read any good books recently? i'm reading who's afriad of gender? by judith butler right now, and i'm really enjoying it

hope all of this keeps you busy and makes you happy! feel better soon <3

Let me start by saying this was such a great message to read when I was very sick and very sad. THANK YOU!!! I finally have recovered enough to have half a brain cell so I can reply. <3

1) Tell me what you think of the reboot

I am RIGHT THERE with you friend. I think the reboot has really destroyed a lot of the characters (namely Garcia who is unrecognizable in terms of characterisation in CME) and especially in regards to this season, they made an unsub a main cast member?! So we have SOOOOO much of Elias Voit and so LITTLE of the characters we're here to see. I would trade all of his screentime for one look into what Luke and Emily do outside of the office tbrh (yes, the promo for this week has Emily at home for the first time in the whole reboot, but that's beside the point). I'm def not a fan of CME and I wish the show would have just ended in 2020 and that was that. But since it didn't and because my soul is eternally bound to this fandom, here we are. Thank god for fanfic.

2) Tell me your CM headcanons

"we both genuinely think that garcia and morgan would have ended up together if garcia was skinny…which is garbage because i absolutely LOVE their relationship"

YOU ARE SO RIGHT! They had so much potential and I'll forever ship Morcia and I agree the fact they would be an interracial couple with a fat babe involved was probably part of the reason they never dated. -- That being said, I DO appreciate that they never dated. Because I think it's quite rare to see loving, supportive, flirty, PLATONIC friendships between men and women on TV. Not every m/f duo needs to end up together, I think we definitely need more representation of m/f best friends.

"also reid is bisexual and prentiss is a lesbian and jj is "good luck, babe" chappell roan-coded"

100% correct on all accounts. The way I HOWLED with laughter at "JJ is good luck babe coded" lmaaaaaaaaaooooooooo

3) Request pride icons

When you say 'femme Garcia' which flag are you meaning? Happy to make the icon just wanna get the pride flag right (bc I know there's tons of different flags!).

4) Tell me songs that remind you of your ships

"again, prentiss + jj = good luck, babe. idk what else to tell you"

They are so many songs on that album. Jemily is also very 'Casual' and 'Coffee' too.

5) Give me fic prompts

"reid x morgan college au rivals to lovers shenanigans would make a great fic"

Fun fact, while Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) focuses mainly on JJ/Tara/Emily -- Derek and Reid are important side characters. And they were college acquaintances (established in Part 2)! And they both have dated the same guy (Luke) anddddd they are navigating polyamory together in Part 3. So you may enjoy that series.

6) Tell me about your pets

I love your cats!! I had 5 cats at one point. That's the dream! Tell them all they're so good and fluffy and I love them.

7) Ask personal questions

"read any good books recently? i'm reading who's afriad of gender? by judith butler right now, and i'm really enjoying it"

I've been reading my book copies of Fooled Around! I'm on the final book (I split the series into 4 books) and I'm trying to make it last as long as possible. I only have a couple of chapters left but having physical copies of something I wrote is SO cool. It's brought me a lot of joy and has helped me take pride in what I write!

[mochiwrites]

Guess who's back? Back again? Anons back! Tell a friend.

Lol sorry I'm once again back. The same anon who sent a bunch of questions about night life a while ago since I was rereading songbirds blood au. Soo uhm here's more

1. Mochi why does scar say in villainous thing that he has put his head in a werewolfs mouth??!?!?!?!?!? Scar mah dude u ok???? (Lowkey would wanna try it but I probably would leave the werewolfs mouth with a head 😊)

2. Grian.Trans.Canon? (Or scar? Or maybe both???)

3. With the glyphs is there only one way to use them or could you possible make them a tattoo and still you them. Since they are then constantly touching the glyphs they could possible do the magic of a mage. If they had multiple glyphs he could mix the glyphs somehow.(like how Luz mixes the glyphs by drawing them with eachother but instead they do it with their ✨️MIND✨️)

4. Also I love the idea of papapulse. Like I imagine Pearl or grian (most likely grian:^P) and Impulse going full demon mode tl protect them. (I saw that you tagged "Parent impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF)" in troubke in the dead of night🥺👏😍) Also is there different types of demons and what type of powers do they have?

5. In the fic "sitting in the garden at your feet" they have a whole picnic and all the adorableness. Do they go on more picnics frequently? (I really hope soo) I would guess they do since in villainous things they were also on their way to a picnic...but then yeah...poor birb tbh and poor scar

6. Have Ren and Martyn already have their wedding or are they still waiting? I wanna see treebark and I want to see mumbo ask grian go with him as his plus one to the wedding<3

(Though treebark owns my heart, Grumbo will always win) Don't talk about scarian I've never left the desert and don't plan to either😘

7. Okay soo in the fic "weight of living" there was this one scene where etho stared at grian. Here's the quote: "Etho eyes him for a moment, his gaze unreadable as he does so. It leaves Grian with chills. Weird."

Is it possible that etho is a Watcher? I'm mean   he is definitely not human(or maybe he is an immortal human?)  Etho may recognize grian, either as an old Watcher or a new Watcher to be made. Or maybe etho just thinks it is weird to see scar with grian(A HUMAN) The last one is more logical <:^)

8. On that note with Etho. You never confirm nor deny if grian is the "lost watcher" but what if I were to ask you if EFFO is the lost Watcher. I don't have proof but-...yeah idk

Wait wait just had another thought what if Pearl is the Watcher???? When the dream bugs ate her dreams there was a purple mist! Huh huh gotcha!/silly this is purely a joke🤣

9. Will we see a bad boy grian phase or possibly a drag queen phase🥺👉👈. Since it often mention that grian was a dare devil(still is:^P) or did grian have such phases. One of my friends is kinda a dare devil and he did drag once and I feel since grian might be the same there...

10. What did Scott do with the shard? Did he just entirely get rid of it? Also is Scott pure evil or broken. Maybe with the lost of his brother(Xornoth) did he turn evil or was evil just in his genes?

Those are all the questions and theories for now thank you for listing to my literal brain rot<3

This time it was numbered

(There will possible be more to come>:^] )

YIPPEE WELCOME BACK NONNIE :D

see me rubbing my paws together with a big grin >:3c no apologies needed !!!! I love questions hehe. as always, I can't answer everything clearly, because of spoilers but I'll certainly answer as much as I can!

1- WHEEZE scar just feels like the kinda guy to me to stick his head into the mouth of a werewolf for fun, y'know? he'd try it once just to see what would happen (and I mean, he's got no reason to fear dying, all things considered LOL)

2- GRIAN TRANS CANON !! honestly, just operate under the assumption that any grian I write is trans JFGDHFKKJDFG it's my comfort character and I get to project on him /silly (no trans scar though </3)

3- WAUG OKAY -- I've answered this kind of question before but for the life of me I can't find it D: I'm gonna keep searching for it, and when I find it I'll reblog this with that information mjfdhkfghfjg I don't wanna contradict myself LMAO

4- PAPAPULSE MY BELOVED 🥺I really wanna write more with him ueueue. I actually haven't done much world building for sb!demons but I'm going to say that yes, there are different types of demons! and they all have a wide range of different abilities :3

5- they def go on picnics yeah!!! I think it becomes one of grian's default methods to drag mumbo out of the manor when he can <33

6- ren and martyn haven't had their wedding yet :3 I actually hadn't thought about when their wedding would take place but ;w; oh that gives me some ideas....

7- etho isn't a watcher! the current lore is well. no one really knows what etho is. except maybe bdubs and joel. but their lips are Sealed (he's not the lost watcher either I'm afraid </3)

9- so currently I don't have any plans for a bad boy or drag queen phase to pop up in the story (though that could change, if any ideas come up) but they were certainly things he did when he was wayyy younger

10- what scott did with the shard hm? he broke it :) and I'm afraid evil is just in his genes unfortunately </3

hehe thank you for your questions!! :D

[kawaiijohn]

Prompts you say? 👀 How about some GrayGhost? 🥺👉👈

Reveal fic to get my brain back in the fanfic game. Let's go

Danny and Valerie have graduated and are dating. Identity reveal!

"So, how long have you known?"

"A while. You're not the most subtle person, and we both know it."

"What gave it away?"

"You keep gear in your backpack. You run off when ghosts show up. You're always looking for exits." A swallow. "There's more but we'd be here all day if I rambled it all off."

"And? What of it?! Ghosts attack every single day- who wouldn't have an ecto gun in their backpack at this poi- nevermind. Fine. You caught me," a sigh, "what are you going to do about it then? Rat me out? Make it so I never have a day of peace in my life ever again? Blackmail me??"

"No! Why would I- Ancients you need better friends if that's where you'd think I'd go with this... What would it accomplish if everyone else knew?"

"Dunno, I can't tell what you're thinking half the time, and we've been dating for two years," a glare, "You're also keeping secrets... but I know better than to pry into it, unlike someone else."

Ouch

"That's part of why I'm talking to you about it! I wanted to air it out between us- you know, like a healthy relationship? How many lies have we told each other because of our secrets? How many times have we bullshitted where we were going or who we were with? Neither of us have clean hands in this, Val."

Valerie finally looks Danny in the eye, her Huntress gear gently folded on the bed with a note placed gently on top-

'I know, talk to you after work. ❤️ Danny'

They'd been together for two years. Moved into the same apartment after graduation to get away from their parents and strike out on their own. Neither wanted to continue their education, not when the books are too expensive and they both had obligations to Amity Park they couldn't leave behind.

"Fenton, what on earth could you possibly tell me that's even remotely similar to my Huntress persona? You aren't cheating on me, right?" Her raises a single brow in question. He wouldn't dare, but if that's the case she knows how to hide a body.

"What?! No!!!" Danny starts laughing hysterically. "I could barely even get a date after knowing you for years! Who in their right mind would want this level of space case unless they already know me?"

"Alright you have a point-"

"Hey! You're my girlfriend you're supposed to be supportive!"

"Not when you've admitted to lying to my face, Fenton! So spill! If it's not cheating, but still involves lying through your damn teeth all the time, then what the hell is it? What is it that you are doing that could possibly even be on a similar level to me being Red Huntress?" She snaps, frustrated tears leaking from her eyes. She was tired and didn't want to dance around the point with him anymore.

"Alright, fine," he sighs nervously. "But you have to promise me you won't freak out or try to beat me to death with your bare hands first."

She's about to roll her eyes in response with a retort but sees how serious he's being.

"Alright. I won't kill you, but not promises on not freaking out." Valerie crosses her arms and sits on the bed to stare at her boyfriend.

"Alright cool." Danny rolls his shoulders in a stretch. "Ancients, I've literally never told anyone this on purpose, it's always been against my will that people see it."

Danny begins to pace through their shared bedroom with a somewhat panicked expression.

"Okay so then don't tell me- show me." Valerie responds. "If the words are too hard, actions speak louder."

Danny stares at her for a moment before swallowing nervously. He gives her a nod and then-

"I'm goin' ghost!"

A flash.

Everything just changes.

She opens her eyes wide in shock, her body tense.

"Uhhhh surprise??" Phantom says with the same awkward smile Danny has when he gives her a gift.

"I can explain..."

And oh how lucky Danny was to have hidden all the ecto weaponry beforehand.

Not because Valerie hated Phantom, but because her boyfriend was such an idiot to keep a secret this important from her for so long.

[perotovar]

Erin 👉👈 is there a song on your wrapped you associate with River? If so…could you write a lil river drabble?? If you wanna 🥺

I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE REACTION THIS GAVE ME, GIDEON! I HAD TO COMPOSE MYSELF FOR 15 MINUTES

FIC?? FOR MY OC?? MY LOVELY RIVER??? HAPPILY, MY LOVE!!!!

this takes place pre-frankie for obv reasons, but also because they strike me as the casual hookup/fling type. frankie was a surprise for them and they definitely didn't see things going in the direction that they went, and absolutely thought frankie would just be a fun hookup.

it's also my first try at x reader/2nd pov! pls be nice 🥺👉👈

gimme a number from 1-100 and i'll write a drabble based off that song in my spotify wrapped

pairing: river price (nb/afab)(they/them) x reader (gn)

62. White Hot – Loathe

a sense my body finds feelings and thoughts align enough to find a sense, our bodies' crime colors swirl tonight, i walk in rhythm a shift in me, soon you'll see our colors swirl in rhythm

They giggled as they pressed you against the wall of your apartment. Soft kisses trailed down your throat, followed by little nips and sucks, making you shiver and moan softly.

You’d seen them at The Night Owl before. Always from a distance and surrounded by a small group of friends. They were easy to see, always catching your eye no matter where in the club both of you were. Their long hair always perfect, not a strand out of place. Makeup always done to perfection, and clothes fitting them just right. Who wouldn’t be captivated by them?

You don’t know how you got to this point, with their mouth attached to your neck and their ring-clad fingers gripping at your ass. Luck, you guessed. 

“Bedroom?” They whispered, lips latching onto your earlobe to nibble softly. You nodded, eyes half-lidded and glossy, a dazed expression on your face as you pointed in the direction of your room. “Do you want me to fuck you? Or do you want to fuck me?” You’re pretty sure your brain was making the dial-up tone as you saw the smirk spread across their painted lips. 

“F-fuck me,” you gasped, your jelly-like legs following after them. They pushed you lightly onto your mattress until your back was flat against it.

“Good answer,” River hummed, undoing your pants and pulling them down and off. You watched as they unbuttoned their shirt, tattooed skin nearly glowing in the dim light. You shivered, your arousal building the longer they stayed here. You did your very best not to pinch yourself. “Do you have the… equipment, for that?” They asked, grinning wickedly down at you. You gulped and nodded, pointing toward the harness and dildo in your closet.

The next couple of hours are almost a blur of moans and skin slapping and sweat. Deep scratches and dark marks embedded into your skin, you silently trying to catch your breath, eyes shut softly. Plush lips kiss along your collarbone and up until meeting your lips, making you melt further into the mattress. You’re pretty sure you could stay here and kiss them for hours, perhaps even days. 

They moan softly into your mouth before coming up for air, pressing their forehead to yours. “Thank you,” they whispered. “I was waiting for you to say something.”

You opened your eyes and furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

River smiled, a little shy this time. “I’ve seen you. At the club,” they bit their lip, and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to approach me or not, so,” they shrugged. “My friends had a bit of a bet going.”

You blinked, completely shocked. “Really?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” They asked, resting on their elbow as their head was cradled by their palm. “Look at you,” River smiled, green eyes roving over your naked body appreciatively.

Warmth spread across your cheeks and you smiled shyly, hiding your face in their neck. They laughed softly, one hand caressing the back of your head while the other moved down to squeeze your ass.

Silence fell over the room as you cuddled, and eventually, River started to get up. You lifted your head from their neck and frowned slightly. “What’s wrong?” You asked, worried you’d been too clingy.

“I should probably…” River trailed off, eyebrows turned down, insecurity washing over them.

“Oh,” you said softly. “I mean, only if you want to. I, uh… I’d love it if you stayed. A-at least for the night? I make a mean breakfast sandwich,” you smiled hopefully.

A soft smile graced River’s features as they looked down at their painted nails. “Do you have a veggie option?” They asked towards the bedroom floor, shuffling on their feet slightly. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you nodded, holding your hand out for them to climb back in. When they did, you held them close to your chest this time, your fingertips running across their bare back comfortingly.

River stuck around for a few weeks, and you think it might’ve been the best few weeks you’d had in a long time.

[nevalizona]

John (erm you know the one...) & Sonny! 😇💗 oh wait....may I please have an Ana one too?! 🥺

Hiiiii thank you, hermanito!!!!! These were soooo fun! Thank you for encouraging my T*MG brainrot🫶 Got excited when I saw the first one, then realized who you asked for😒/j

John

•How I feel about this character:

    --Oh, *this* John... erm... it's been awhile. I gotta think for a moment🤔 okay, so. I've never been a big John fan. I've always liked Aldridge more so doing Aldridge stuff meant I had to think about John some and I think I've grown a small fondness to him bc of that. I do like thinking about him *sometimes* I guess... I do like John and Lincoln's back and forth. That can be fun. So I guess I only like John when attached to other people LOL

•All the people I ship romantically with this character:

    --Lately I cannot stop thinking about John/Connor so teehee. It's one-sided though and messy messy messy. But yeah. Aldono? Is that what their ship name is lmao?

•My non-romantic OTP for this character:

    --Lincoln! The only reason why I don't ship them like ~romantically~ or whatever is bc I just don't like John enough for that lol. I think Lincoln deserves better😇 I think he deserves to fall in love with someone far far *far* detached from all this mess. But canon-wise I ship Roxy/Lincoln far too much to think of any other ship for him LOL. This turned into more of a L.C. ramble but teehee, I'm okay with that!

•My unpopular opinion about this character:

    --🧍Anyways- I don't think John would ever get along with the underbosses nor want to meet them.

•One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

    --Hm. I wish we got a little more resolution with Stones Unturned and him and Aldridge. A little flashback of them working together when they got along would have been nice. I just wish we got to see more of them so we can understand why John treated him like an idol.

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Sonny

•How I feel about this character:

    --I adore Sonny so much! I need to talk about the Victims more because I genuinely love them all so much! Sonny is absolutely one of my favorites. I think he is an asset to the friend group and is closest to the Flores sisters and Leland! I despise the devs for saying that he would go out the way he does because that is just nawt Sonny. He is smart and caring and his brains definitely are needed and utilized in this setting. Sci-fi loving Sonny is passionate about his hobbies and loves to ramble about them to his friends. He's a part of some clubs and is looking to join more. He "drags" Leland and Ana to the movies or "makes" them watch his favorite shows with him. They tease him but they enjoy it. Sorry I ended up rambling more than anything but I was like "might as well just go on a tangent about him" lol.

•All the people I ship romantically with this character:

    --I wish the devs didn't just randomly throw out June (his canon gf) and not say much about her! But I would love to know more! I think Sonny/Leland is really cute too but I am a sucker for the nerdy/jock dynamic 👉👈 what can I say🤭

•My non-romantic OTP for this character

    --Ana and Maria! These three go hand in hand in my brain! I don't ship Ana/Sonny or Maria/Sonny but I don't mind those either! (Even though i think Maria is a little too old for him LOL) I just like them better as close friends! The Flores sisters literally always include Sonny in whatever they do. Nothing crosses their minds without thinking "Hm, would Sonny like this?" "Can Sonny come?" Mama Flores has seen and heard all about Sonny and she loves having him over^-^ They all gravitate towards each other when they're at any event lol

•My unpopular opinion about this character:

    --I hate the interpretation of Sonny as cowardly. That's not him. There's nothing about him that even remotely suggests that. Sonny loves and protects his friends. I do not think there is a single person in this friend group that is cowardly or selfish. Yes, not even Julie...

•One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

    --I WISH WE JUST GOT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM IN GENERAL‼️ The devs paid him *dust* in the "lore" stream -.- I want more to be added to his playlist as well🙏

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Ana

•How I feel about this character:

    --Mijita🫶 I adore Ana. She will always be my F*nal G*rl. I need Ana to kill Johnny. Or at least seriously injure him as she makes her great escape. I refuse to believe the Flores family lost two daughters to this family😔 Ana is tough and strong and determined. She has the love of her family backing her and giving her the push she needs to make it out of the situation alive. She's not gonna let her mother think she lost both her daughters. She's gonna make it home so they can at least somewhat give Maria a proper goodbye💔

•All the people I ship romantically with this character:

    --LELAND!!!!! C'mon... cheerleader and jock?! Of course! Leland being the "protector" of the group, Ana being the "tank"... yeah... they're a pair. He keeps the family off while she powers through any attacks they may make😭❤️

•My non-romantic OTP for this character:

    --Sonny!!!! *insert the part from Sonny's here because it would basically be the same*

•My unpopular opinion about this character:

    --Ana 100% should be and was the F*nal G*rl before Maria was forced into the game/lore more than she should have been.

•One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

    --We get a final cutscene/explanation of how Ana manages to get away from the family^-^

[bastetwastaken]

If you're still doing the requests and are still open to other ships could you try Wishshipping with this line/theme 👉👈

"If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars."

Preferably Yugi saying it to Jou? Between Hirutani and his dad I feel like Jou probably has a lot of scars that he tries not to be self-conscious about, but it's hard sometimes I bet 🥺

Idk a theme of like "I don't mind your scars but you do so if I could I'd kiss them away" feels really good for them

There doesn't have to be NSFW but I will say I think bottom Jou with Yugi needs more love 👀

Totally understand if that's not your cup of tea though! If you do this thank you, if not thank you for at least providing an opportunity to ask 💙

Hey!!

I love this idea, it's so sweet and you're right, Jou went through it and he'd likely carry some sort of scars from that. Poor guy.

I know this is suuuuuuper short, but I really hope it's sweet for you. (I agree bottom Jou needs more love, but I'm afraid my brain isn't providing the smut right now.)

I hope you have a wonderful day and thank you for your ask <3

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The bed was warm, the late morning sun crept around the edges of the blinds on the windows and he was content. He would have been happy to lay there for the rest of the day…it was such a shame they had plans with their other friends which required them leaving their home. 

Yugi looked over at his still sleeping boyfriend who was facing away from him, his breathing soft and slow and always soothing to hear.  

He had to fight the urge to close his eyes and fall back asleep again. He would have done, but he knew he needed to be the voice of reason here, and had to be the one to get them both out of bed and to the movies on time. 

The sun hit Jous bare skin and drew attention to the marks which still littered otherwise smooth skin. 

He sighed quietly to himself as he reached out and slowly ran his fingers slowly across the scars on Jous back. He knew what they were, knew what each one meant and who was responsible for them but still, at moments like these he found himself thinking about them just a little too much. 

He felt angry when he looked at them, but that anger wasn’t directed at Jou, never at Jou. It was directed at the people who had harmed him. Those who had caused the pain he knew lay behind each scar on his body…and he had so many. 

The scars themselves didn’t bother him, it was the history behind them that got to him. He wished he could take away the pain they caused. Wished that it had never been caused in the first place. 

“Do they bother you?” Jou asked quietly. His soft voice deep with sleep startled him slightly. 

“No.” He said softly, sliding an arm around Jous waist as he moved closer, pressing his chest against Jous back. “I’m sorry if I woke you.” 

“I was kinda awake anyway.” Jou said with a shrug. 

They were both silent for a while, Jous hand found his where it rested over his stomach and held it tight, pulling him even closer and drawing a soft laugh from his lips. 

“They don’t bother me, by the way.” He said gently, placing a soft kiss on Jous shoulder. “I know how you feel about them though.” 

“I hate them.” Jou whispered. 

“I know.” He replied with another soft kiss to his boyfriend's skin. 

“Everytime I see them I just wish they’d go away.” Jou said sadly. “Even the faded ones still piss me off.” 

“I understand.” He said softly. “They hold so much pain for you…” 

“So many memories I’d be much better without.” Jou sighed. “I just wish things had been different…” 

“So do I, but not because of these.” He dipped his head to press his lips to a large scar under Jous shoulder blade. “But because you didn’t deserve the pain they put you through. You didn’t deserve to suffer as you did.” 

“I wish you could get rid of them like that.” Jou hummed as he moved his lips toward the centre of his back, placing gentle kisses to each mark he found. 

“If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.” He whispered against his boyfriend's skin. 

“Maybe you already have…” Jou said softly. 

“Hm?” 

He moved away as Jou turned over onto his back, then settled against his chest, looking down at his boyfriend with a soft smile on his face as he waited patiently for whatever he wanted to say. 

“I dunno.” Jou laughed quietly and looked to the side. “I mean, you’ve always helped me with that side of my life, even before all of this happened, you know?” Jou gestured between them and Yugi laughed. 

“Yeah” He said. 

“I think what I mean is…” Jou looked back at him, a hand lifted to cup his cheek and Yugi smiled as he leaned into the touch. “Maybe not in the physical sense, but you’ve done so much to heal those wounds. The pain that they carry.” 

“I’d do it all again.” He said with a smile. “Because I love you, and I care about you.” 

“I love you.” Jou said with a laugh, the hand against his cheek pulled him forward and he went willingly, meeting Jous lips halfway. 

[scummy-writes]

*summersaults in*

I’m not sure if you were doing the “tell me what passage, fic, line of narration, or anything you remember me by as a writer” thing but if not… I hope this ask finds you well 😅

I just have to say how much I really love how you write Arthur 🥺 I’ve probably read them all, and they match his vibe so well.

Some examples of my faves~ MC too depressed to get out of bed? That’s one of my go-to comfort fics. Midnight Impulses? Chef’s kiss. Truly rent free.

And so back when you had commissions open, I immeeediately hopped on it… give or take 30 minutes 😅 and I was stoked to have another go-to Arthur comfort fic I could lean on.

There was a moment when I was rereading it that I kinda just “huh… I know it’s ‘Arthur’ saying this but really it’s Scum giving me really solid advice rn as the author” and it broke my brain for a lil while. The same thing happened with Uncomposed Sorrows. It was kinda like a friend giving a word-hug to others who are stressed tf out.

(I may have reread Uncomposed Sorrows earlier today. I may have also gotten a lil emotional about it again. Hard to say.)

But idk, I think your ability to write great comfort fics is pretty rad. It’s a special kind of empathy, and my god does it seem vulnerable (I still haven’t talked myself into posting any). But I can vouch for yours helping me feel better during ~the sads~. I also want to mention that you’re always kind and empathetic, even when it’s just chatting, and that’s also pretty rad.

Sorry if this was weird/random, but if it is *Keef voice* you can punch me if you’d like 😭 also you absolutely don’t need to post this if you don’t want to, I just wanted you to know you’re cool 🥹

*dodge rolls out*

aww moth. I did reblog it but after a few hours i felt self concious and deleted it, so you may have seen it intially hahaha 👉👈 this isnt weird at all! this is very flattering and very very very kind of you to send. put the keef voice away!!!

i don't know if you *want* a behind the scenes for those stories, because I understand that the disconnect of 'this is Arthur saying this' verses 'this is Scum saying this' may sort of strip some of the fun from the stories, so feel free to ignore this part:

for the 'Mc too depressed to get out of bed' fanfic, and Uncomposed Sorrows, both of those were. well, I was depressed! The bed one I was holed up in bed for a few days in an awful depression fit, and then for the other I was very, very, very frustrated at myself for being unable to write. When I get in these moods (thankfully, the first one not happening for a few years), i do try to think of my favorite characters witnessing me in such a state, or. loosely an oc. and consider how they may react and how they would help. In both of those, i imagined Arthur would know the telltale signs of depression, how awful it can get, mixed in with a few other issues. I imagined that he's likely very experienced with both as well, especially since he has ptsd.

Arthur in those served as a voice of reason I needed to hear in those moments, or the voice of distraction- some kinda reminder that things are fine, and so that's what I imagined when I was upset. and I wrote those out usually in the moment to help distract myself, and that may be why they sound very vulnerable! because I was very upset when I wrote those. writing them helped me process the emotions and accept that, well, if it was a fave chara who could relate to what I was goin through telling me these things, then it made it easier to swallow and accept.

In a way, it is also me giving advice, even if it is Arthur saying it, and in a way, it is arthur giving advice I feel like he may try to give in these scenarios.

I think i babbled a lot and made this sound confusing

I am very, very happy that these give you a lot of comfort, and i am happy the comm one does too!! I really wanted them to comfort others, so i am very happy that you're able to reread them again and it helps you feel better.

If you think posting some of your own vent-pieces will help you process whatever it is you're going through, then I encourage it! it's nice to have it written down that our blorbos would comfort us.

thank you again for the super sweet message moth!! it was really nice to read and I've read it about five times now, ahaha!