#but for my purposes their clan doesn't matter

[jamesfistjames]

warrior cats au upon you (just the erebus doctors for now though)

[yuomizuu]

♡ | open arms ── kinich x reader !

synopsis: a bit of kindness can go a long way. at least, that was what the elders in kinich’s clans would often say. though in a land where war with the abyss is at a constant, he finds it difficult to truly believe such a notion. perhaps meeting you simply had the sole purpose of erasing those doubts that shrouded his mind.

additional: w.c 899 ⸝⸝⸝ content includes . . .gn reader, implied friends to lovers, character study www

( 💌 ) yuomi’s note: slowly but surely reverting back to my musical kid phase ty mr. jorge for creating epic and what better way to commend that than doing some kinich brainrot ^w^

natlan — a nation of eternal oaths and converging fires. where the sacred flame burns brighter with each chant of the epic hymn that echoes from land to sea, bringing back valiant warriors, now deemed heroes, anew.

yet beyond those blazing flames of ardent also lies a resplendent nation full of color and life. made up of magnificent gorges and valleys that stretch as far as the eye can see, vibrant fields where the saurians roam free, and rejuvenating springs that ease the weary, you'll find a unique beauty reflected within it all.

for most of his life, kinich had often found it difficult to view his homeland through the lens of the latter. since a young age, misfortune has always seemed to follow him wherever he goes, like a relentless beast chasing down its prey that's slowly becoming more and more exhausted. where no matter how far he soars, the shackles of a brutal reality always drag him back down. eventually, such experiences would sometimes render the lone saurian hunter an austere individual, whether intended or not. in his eyes, the world was but a tapestry of unbridled battles.

it was only after meeting you that, slowly but surely, kinich would gradually learn to appreciate the more charming aspects of life and even gain a sense of tenderness towards it. however, that still doesn't cause him to lower his guard completely.

"kinich, you're doing it again," you mused, the lush grass below softening your footsteps as you and your companion tread through the forest. the occasional murmur of wild animals hidden within the trees or nestled away in burrows echoes throughout.

hearing this, the male ahead of you briefly stops in his tracks to glance back at you with a puzzled look. "doing.. what exactly?"

stopping beside him, you motion at the weapon held in his hand. "gripping onto your sword so tightly that the tips of your knuckles are turning white. i swear… it's like you're expecting us to get ambushed out here any minute."

in response to your sigh though, he simply shrugs. "perhaps we will be."

"kinich, we barely took on this commission not that long ago, and we aren't even at our intended destination yet. i doubt we'll find ourselves walking into trouble so soon."

"better to be prepared for catastrophe before it strikes when you least expect it."

an air of laughter escapes from you then. "catastrophe," you repeat to yourself, head shaking in slight amusement. "we aren't exactly tackling the abyss here you know."

"no, but if we were, your lack of attentiveness would surely lead us to such." in between his pause, you catch sight of the subtle curl of his lips. "not even ajaw would be so heedless, and that certainly says something."

"you little…!"

balling your hand up into a fist, you immediately go to throw a punch on his arm that ultimately does not land when the now chuckling male catches it effortlessly. not that such a punch would've hurt him in the first place, but kinich is all for finding the humor in evading your poor attempts at attacking him. plus, you've managed to land a good punch or two on him before, although he blames ajaw for distracting him during those moments.

before you can pull your hand away from his grasp and unwillingly accept defeat this time, kinich intertwines his fingers with yours, holding your hand firmly. without saying another word, he turns to continue walking along with you at his side now.

due to your good-natured sense of self, it's often left kinich to be roped up in more conflicts than he'd usually expect: said conflicts are getting you out of trouble.

but even in the face of danger, you never cease to look for the good in others. while many have considered this trait of yours to be a display of naive foolishness, it felt like a breath of fresh air for kinich. while he was also considered to be different from those of his tribe concerning certain viewpoints and beliefs, you were an oddity that transcended beyond his own novel ideals. if you had not been born and raised in natlan, kinich would've surely mistaken you for being an outlander. even you had once jokingly said that perhaps you were actually a child of the anemo god, barbatos, that the wind had accidentally blown too far from home.

because, unlike the fierce fires that dwelt within the spirit of every warrior in natlan, your flame was akin to that of a candle: a gentle yet comforting light that simply wished to share its warmth with the world around them and kinich would do anything to keep that light of yours burning for evermore.

he'll never admit to you aloud, but he secretly thanks the anemo archon every day for sending him a beautiful soul such as yourself. your presence alone was as calming as a gentle breeze, and his love for you a sweet, sweet melody.

"speaking of ajaw, where is the little rascal anyways?" you ask, breaking the silence as you look around to find the creature that has strangely gone quiet.

"i sent him to scout ahead for a bit. he'll be back soon enough."

a soft smile creeps onto your face. you spare the male one more glance before giving his hand a light squeeze.

"of course you did."

[vagabond-umlaut]

a battle well begun is the war half won

gojo notices you. you notice gojo. [the boy wants your eyes on him at all times.]

teen!gojo x fem!reader; first meetings; love at first sight[??]; lovesick gojo[??]; mostly fluffy; 1 small discussion on death; reader is in 1st yr whilst gojo is in 3rd yr; gojo has a very... unique definition of romancing in his brain; 'one-sided enemies to lovers' vibes; 2.2k wc

belongs to the series 'fictitious force' but can be read as a stand-alone if you wanna

the og saying is smthng else, yeah... ik. i js tweaked it a bit for fic title purposes, hehe. also, pls no comments on how i named this series... i used to hv a love-hate thing with pseudo-force problems in physics during my hs... and i'm srsly out of ideas :D

header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

the sky bleeds green, the first time gojo sees you fight.

it isn't anything enthralling. your movements, far from well-practised. your twisted expression screams unease at best, extreme discomfort at worst— you are definitely not one of the best sorcerers the boy has seen so far—

yet he finds himself utterly transfixed.

feet rooted to the earth as an even brighter green beam cuts through the forest. and the second mountain of cursed energy becomes a few wisps of smoke. your form slumping to the ground not long after—

were the boy a better person at heart, he reckons he would've rushed to help you. but he isn't. not really.

so he keeps to his vantage point. blue eyes narrowing a touch behind his shades, as they watch you slowly heave yourself off the mud, face shifting into a scowl as you trudge towards a tree and plop down with no ceremony in front of it—

a barely-there rustle to his left.

followed by the appearance of the steady simmer of a cursed energy, all too familiar.

"yo, nanamin!" gojo greets, wearing a wide beam the second the said kouhai comes before him, feet carefully and soundlessly treading the rugged terrain— the latter's perpetual glower turns into a momentary flicker of surprise.

but it's vanished before the older boy can comment on it.

nanami's face flattens back to its usual state of annoyed indifference.

"the tournament is already over. yaga-sensei wants us all to report to him in another ten..." the boy trails off. rather abruptly. rather strange for him— aha! so nanamin has finally spotted you in the valley below, huh?— gojo wraps an arm around his kouhai's shoulders, allowing his gaze to return to you as well.

you look pretty cute when you're yawning...

"she's from kyoto, isn't she?"

"yes," the younger boy replies, pinning gojo under a curious look. but it's gone all too soon, all too swiftly like the ones preceding. he drops the arm resting on his shoulder.

gojo lets him. simply pouting in response, before he hums, "do you know her?"

"personally, no," nanami is quick to answer, "but from what i've heard from others... she's somewhat peculiar, if i may say so."

this is honestly one of the best opportunities he will ever get to tease that stoic underclassman of his, even more 'cause since when did he, the nanami kento, start gossipping like old geezers!?— but gojo opts to let this chance pass by.

getting more deets on you is way more important for him.

he doesn't bother to hide his burgeoning interest from his tone. "you know her name by any chance?"

nanami does. and as far as gojo knows, your surname doesn't belong to any of the sorcerer clans. none of the major clans, he is pretty sure of that— you might be from a minor one. or, what his gut feelings are telling him, you're from a non-sorcerer background.

not that it matters to him. he is better than the elders of his clan.

"and which year is she in?"

"first year."

wow. you haven't been in school for more than a few months, but you have already managed to make people talk about yourself, huh? quite impressive, gojo thinks as he steals another glance of you.

this time, no longer yawning. just staring vacantly at your keds—

except those muddy shoes are no longer the object of your attention. it is him— really, so very him— your bright, blinding, blindingly bright gaze, every ounce of it focused on him, as your back straightens. and he spots your shoulders tense, brows furrow—

gojo satoru doesn't run away.

he is one of the strongest duo of jujutsu sorcerers. the boy does not, he cannot, he must not run away... yet that's what he does when his gaze collides with you the first time.

grabbing nanami's hand and wasting not one moment to warp them both to the school rooftop, his kouhai's yelp of surprise goes with an ear-piercing whistle of the winds— gojo releases his hold on the boy, the moment his feet touch the concrete— and turns to him, eyes the calmest he can make them seem.

"tell me everything you know about her— like, right now— or i will tell your dear geto-senpai you were the one who finished his melon pan— quit glaring and start speaking, nanamin!!!"

****

turns out, nanami's heart has a very soft corner for gojo's best friend.

also turns out, the third-year need not wait till the breakfast at 10 am tomorrow, to approach you— you amble into his life, dressed in a tad too washed-out set of pajamas and a terrible hairstyle— gojo reckons an angel too would look the same, when you flip the kitchen lights on, making the clock seem a halo-ey thing behind your head.

you stop. suck in a sharp breath.

the boy swallows the last bit of his mochi. and grins.

"heeey! you're the newbie from kyoto, right? heard a lot 'bout you!"

honestly? it was less of hearing and more of extracting info, but gojo decides not to mention it. you don't have any business knowing that, whatever can be the case— ten painfully slow seconds tick by before you return him a response—

a stiff smile.

an even stiffer bow.

followed by you turning on your heel.

were gojo any slower, you would've slipped from the kitchen without any doubt. but he isn't. which is why not even four seconds can pass before he stills you again, this time not by his tall figure lounging in a terrifyingly dark kitchen but by his fingers grasping your wrist.

thumb pressing into the dangerously frantic pulse beneath your skin.

you try to snatch your hand away. and the boy lets you. only 'cause he was too distracted by the furious warmth of embarrassment creeping into your pretty face— no, it is not for how your skin felt a tad too soft beneath the callouses of his palm...

you're the first one to speak this time. voice so quiet... so firm.

"i don't think i can help you with anything, senpai. please don't bother me this way. let me go... please."

no way in hell is gojo bothering you right now— the indignant retort is the first thing the boy can think of. but he resolves to bite it back.

a stupid argument isn't how he wants his story with you to start. sure, there might and will be those later on, but not now. no. he shoots the second grin of his this night, your way.

"aw, i don't need your help with anything— but yeah, you're right. i'm not supposed to stop you like this... you need to sleep enough before tomorrow's one-on-one duels, don't ya?"

"yeah," you agree easily, eyes drifting to your shoes in a small nod.

gojo's grin widens.

maybe like a cheshire cat.

maybe like a victor cat who finally got the rat right where he wanted: in his paws.

"but you won't be needing a lot of rest if you're already determined to lose the match tomorrow— will you now?"

no, you won't. you obviously won't. gojo has learnt enough about you to predict this much accurately; but maybe not too accurately. given you don't show any sliver of shock or fear in return.

just two eyebrows raised, only to slowly descend to their original level a moment later. your tone feels firmer this time. "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?"

"nothing too serious," the boy hums easily, stuffing his hands into his trousers pockets. why do they start being so cold, so clammy now of all times??— "just that it doesn't take a hell lot of work to maintain an image of being an incompetent idiot, like the one you always seem to be— c'mon," the boy coaxes, making his voice seem extra petulant at noticing still no emotion whatsoever on your face, "you do know what i'm speaking of, don't you?"

in retrospect, maybe... he should have handled you with greater care. you're not only new to your school, but also to the world of sorcery in general. pressing you so hard will hurt you, if not break you entirely— but gojo doesn't let such concerns form in his mind. not even for one whole second.

not when he wants to see something, anything come to life in those bright eyes of yours. he is dying to see a spark in them.

you fold your arms across your chest. brows nearing in a mild scowl. gojo doesn't really understand, but loves the sense of joy the sight is bringing him— "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?" your adorable voice repeats, stonier than before.

he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks. or worse, coo at you.

the boy removes his hands from his pockets. copying your stance as he says, "i cannot really tell you anything, y'know— you're almost as smart as me— i mean, tricking those stinking geezers into believing you're just some weakass, with neither a cursed technique nor good fighting skills, despite the insane amount of cursed energy you've..."

"why did you never curb your cursed energy, by the way?" the query slips past his lips into the space in between: horribly genuine. a fact that doesn't escape your eye, he grasps when you reply— in spite of the not-too-little reluctance marking your features.

"the higher-ups were aware of my high cursed energy before i even knew what the hell it was— it was honestly too late," you state in an awfully matter-of-fact tone, "they would have noticed if i tried to do anything to it."

the 'and they would have harmed me or my family' goes unsaid, but gojo doesn't need to hear it to know it. not entirely intentionally, his voice grows softer with the next question.

"but you tampered with something that no one knew anything of yet— you lied about having no cursed technique, didn't you?"

your hesitation overpowers you this time, however. brows furrowing for a beat at him, before they flatten again. you offer a curt nod.

few more seconds borrowed until you speak again, "but my horrible fighting skills weren't a lie entirely... i really am shit at fighting— you saw that today, did you not?"

he did. he so did—

but that very moment, he also saw just how strong your technique is. surely not as powerful as his. but pretty much capable on its own— it frankly won't be a serious issue even if you keep fighting how you did today—

the sound of a yawn breaks his internal musings.

those big eyes of yours blink up at him. so bleary, so bright. he stifles the urge to pinch your cheeks again. deciding to shoo away the sleep in your eyes by throwing the next ask his brain has cooked up. one he knows, has the biggest 'yes!' ever for its answer—

"you're very scared of dying, aren't you? that's why you always make yourself seem so weak— so much so that you aren't assigned to any mission— don't you?"

— only to question his brain when he notes the easy smile twist your lips. it sharpens at the edges as you answer, "dying's rather easy and uncomplicated, senpai. it doesn't really scare me, except maybe, the pain i might have to suffer— but do you know what's scarier??"

"no," gojo says back quietly. honestly. your smile grows something an awful lot similar to pity— the boy detests it usually... but coming from you, he thinks he will take it.

he will take any look you're willing to give him.

as long as it's you on the other side—

your words reach him quieter than the breeze outside. "what's more terrifying is the worry of what is going to happen to your loved ones, should you just die someday— death is inevitable, but i just want to stave it off for as long as i can. just so i may live with my family... you know what, senpai?" you interrupt yourself abruptly, voice becoming the sharpest in these last fifteen minutes.

a feeble sound escapes the boy.

he isn't sure if it's because of that sincere little hum in your words or if it is the gleam of the moonlight on your face. perhaps, both...

yeah, both— it is rather difficult to distinguish between the beauty of your inner self from that of your outer self— the smile simmers down to a subtle twitch of your lips.

something stutters and stumbles inside gojo's chest.

"i know you see me as nothing more than a coward right now, but i believe... it's better to be a coward and alive, than to be a hero and dead— isn't it, senpai?"

[you're pretty bold, however.

far braver than he could ever deem you to be, the boy muses later to himself with a wry smile, an ice bag on the big toe of his right foot— this poor thing swollen and bruised from how mercilessly the heel of your slipper stamped onto it earlier—

okay, fine— the sorcerer concedes to the imaginary angel perched on his shoulder. something between a grumble and a sigh escaping— he shouldn't have asked you out on a date, in return for him to keep your secrets.

it was really inappropriate, he admits. and gojo likes to see himself as a gentleman... yet, yet, yet.

the need to see that placid mask of yours crack— let it be by a glower and not by the smile, he has never seen on you but knows will be just as lovely as you— that need was too overwhelming then as well...

shushing the angel and fist-bumping his guardian devil, gojo tosses the ice bag away. and falls back into his bed—

a very happy, a touch too giddy grin splitting his face into halves:

you really are a peculiar girl, heh!]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

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[holy-amelie]

'You fell first but...' sfw (Sunday)

...he fell harder ˎˊ˗

·.༄࿔ characters: Sunday, you

·.༄࿔ pairing: Sunday x g/n!AE!reader

·.༄࿔ cw: no tw, fluff and hurt/comfort, non-native english author, written before 2.7, but contains spoilers/leaks, be careful! Can be ooc but this is how I see him at the moment. You are from the Astral Express here.

·.༄࿔ a/n: still need to remember how to write things properly qwq

You fell first, that's for sure.

It's even funny how quickly this young and charming Halovian found his way into your heart. It only took a polite smile at the first meeting to ignite this new, funny feeling deep inside your chest.

It seems there was a real reason people on Penacony spoke of him as the most eligible bachelor in this part of the universe.

Soft, calm, as if glowing from within. No wonder you were the one who got closest to him during the investigation. There was something special about Sunday that only attracted you more, beckoned you like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was the fact that you wanted to destroy his perfect shell, or the fact that you already saw through him.

All his little nervous habits, his quiet and a bit awkward chuckles, the way he pressed his lips together when he was unhappy with something, just to hide it all behind the facade of an all-forgiving and all-understanding host. And the way his eyes were sparkling when he was passionately talking about something important.

You saw glimpses of Sunday, not the head of the clan.

Of course, it's foolish to fall in love at first sight with someone you've just met and barely know. But you can't help your heart. Especially when his image doesn't leave your head for a minute and fills all your thoughts.

And, yes, it was even more foolish to expect him to suddenly fall in love with you in return. As the head of the clan, Sunday was always busy with more important things (even more important than it might seem at first glance). So all you had to do was quietly carry the burden of these irrational feelings inside you.

Did it get easier when Sunday revealed all his plans? No. Some things you did not agree with, some things you could understand yourself. Was it easier when he lost? Once again, no.

You seemed to be the only person from the Express willing to run after him no matter what. And you would have if Robin hadn't beaten you to it.

But... he fell harder.

For Sunday, life ended after he lost and lost everything: his position, his home, his sister.

Life is a rather ironic thing, so when he suddenly found himself on the Express, broken and lost, it felt like a cruel mockery. The people who were against him suddenly gave him a place he could consider his new home. Even if temporarily.

Among the entire crew, you remained the only person who didn't look at him with suspicion or even a kind of apprehension. Not at all. It was you and your unexpected concern for his well-being that helped him rise from the very bottom of existence.

Sunday was emotionally naked before you. He was choking back tears and begging for forgiveness, even though you had long since forgiven him. The once strong and reserved leader suddenly showed his true self - mentally tired, exhausted, so desperate for warmth.

That's when he finally realized that he craved your attention more and more. Sunday was willing to be alone with you for the rest of his life if it meant that all of his problems would finally fade into the background. He continued to live not only for the fulfillment of his and his sister's dreams, but also for you.

Aons, Sunday was willing to give up everything as long as your gentle presence continued to take away all his pain, to fill his hear with love and warmth, giving him new purpose.

No wonder your innocent and shy love finally started something new in the end.

Including his new life.

please, do not rewrite/copy/repost/translate my work without me knowing, you can always ask first, thanks

[oh-no-its-bird]

Fic where, in practicing to get edo tensei right, Orochimaru uses Izuna as a test subject and tries to substitute DNA to make it work, using Suigetsu's bc like it's extra flexible or whatever bc shape change

Edo tensei mermaid Izuna locked in a tube somewhere in Oro's lab,,

He's SO mad about it and has literally no information ab what's going on at all bc hes locked in a fucking tube !!

Bonus points if Orochimaru doesn't even specifically know who he is

They unearthed him w the rest of the founders on a whim but bc no one really requested him specifically, the body just kinda sat there and eventually got mixed in w the rest of the Uchiha corpses, till Orochimaru requests an Uchiha corpse and they shrug and send him over

He still has Madara's eyes too (left alone either by oversight / or bc they decided not to pull them before he got mixed in w the other bodies, who had by then already gotten scooped of their eyes so they assumed he'd already been harvested)

Ok but like. No one even tells him what happened/where he is/that madara made the village. Why would anyone?? The only one Izuna sees regularly is Orochimaru, and he doesn't know those facts would matter??

Izuna doesn't even know what Konoha IS, he isn't gonna recognize the name

From Izuna's perspective, he died in his bed and then BOOM. Tank time.

Orochimaru might tell him it's been some years since his death (thinking he died in the massacre) and even if Izuna doesn't believe him bc like, enemy, enemy territory, he sure as fuck probably won't be thinking "Ah yes it's been decades since my death and my brother went against my dying wishes to make that village"

Tho he might get nervous and start picking up those cues when he sees the tech

Oro mentions offhand that the Uchiha were all killed and Izuna immediatley assumes the Senju won the war and loses it

He'd figure it out eventually obviously (probably after being set free, most likley by Sasuke w Suigetsu) But he'd also probably keep that to himself, bc like, enemy territory n stuff

Mermaid shapeshifter Izuna terrorizes the shinobi world,, Sasuke doesn't know what he just unleashed.

Ok actually but like. Suigetsu's shape-shifting but bc Izuna has a fire chalra nature, make it liquid fire shape-shifting. Fuckin, fire mermaid Izuna. He has an awful time retaining his form and actually for the first chunk of time, him being in that tube is genuinley just for the best. He keeps turning into liquid fire with no real solid body and can't put himself back together for hours.

Izuna hears his brother is still alive and running Akatsuki and is so down to clown till he realizes THATS NOT HIS FUCKING BROTHER HOW DARE YOU USE HIS NAME

Anyways oh my god Izuna on team Taka,,

He and Sasuke would be SUCH a dynamic actually, they look alike so much?? Sasuke doesn't recognize him but he's clearly a close relation, so there's some mystery there. Sasuke is like super shaken by finding a member of his clan and Izuna, by that point aware that apparently the rest of his clan is dead, is sticking to him like GLUE. Sasuke is bitchy little brother coded and Izuna understands this is probably karma bc he is also bitchy little brother coded

They probably clash a lot, especially bc both are expecting to be in charge here, but ultimately I think they'd get along better than Sasuke does most people, and there's also that bonus vulnerability of like. Izuna is an older Uchiha boy who's trying to brother him (with a noticeably different brother-ing style to Itachi too) and Sasuke has been alone for so, so long.

Sasuke accidentally calls him nii-san then promptly has several break downs about it

Suigetsu and Izuna either get along ALARMINGLY well or they hate eachother. I think I wanna go with the first bc it sounds more fun. They couldn't talk to eachother in the tanks but they could still see eachother, so maybe they kind of developed some sort of code to communicate?

They are "cause problems on purpose" friends. They're also "wdym I can't kill him???" *looks of genuine confusion* buddies. They're giving Sasuke the biggest headache actually, someone stop them. If you leave them to "take care" of a problem, there will be carnage.

Also, like, Izuna literally has Suigetsu's DNA in him. That's a thing.

Mmm maybe some complex thoughts ab how Izuna has effectively become a bloodline thief against his will (the ULTIMATE taboo for shinobi from his era) and he's like, actually fucked up about it.

Running joke where they refer to each other as cousins, could be funny. They argue over who's the bastard child (it's Izuna obviously but he won't just take that title lying down)

Izuna is like, in his 20s, and Karin is around 16 or 17 at this time I think?? She definatley has a bit of a crush on him (which helps take the edge off Sasuke) but like, he's not acknowledging that beyond patting her on the head. She'll get over it eventually. (Sasuke hides behind Izuna when Karin is trying to flirt w him and Izuna absoloutley laughs at them both)

Izuna is actually really impressed w Karin's sensing abilities specifically. I think he'd be a bit on edge around her at first, bc Uzumaki -> Senju ally. But he'd quickly assume she's a deserter (he has no idea the Uzumaki are pretty much wiped out rip) and becomes cautiously chill after a minute or two (also when he first escapes, he REALLY doesn't have the luxury to pick and choose his allies. He's instantly attached to Sasuke and cautiously fond of Suigetsu, and Karin seems to have Sasuke's trust at least, so he'll keep an eye on it but otherwise trust Sasuke's judgment)

Izuna and Karin besties arc where they paint eachothers nails is a must. I love the take that Izuna is really into fashion n stuff and he and Karin should like, trade hair tips or smthn. Karin knows modern soap brands where as Izuna bought his soaps from clan vendors who no longer fucking exist, so like, it's definatley helpful.

Karin is the only one of them to have any real hint of where tf Izuna came from (tho even she doesn't have the full details) it'd be cool if she was the one to figure out more details ab his general mystery— maybe something about her chakra sensing gives her a hint as to how old he really is?? Or she finds the paper trail that hints towards the bodies being mixed up???? Idk but she deserves to have an "aha!" moment

Also Izuna's medical knowledge/standards are NOT up to modern and Karin is so mad about it, she's giving him hella lessons on first aid n shit and he's very, very interested in all this free medical knowledge

I know the least about Jugo so bear with me on this one pls— I think Izuna would find Jugo to be pretty fascinating as a person actually. He enjoys tentatively poking him with sticks, and comes to genuinley like him as a person (when he's calm) pretty quickly

Also cats love Izuna so he gets bonus points from Jugo bc of that, they can bond while petting Izuna's contracted cats or smthn idk

Yeah I really don't know much ab Jugo so that's all I have to offer sorry

Ok let's backtrack a bit, back to Orochimaru ->

Fun scene towards the very start of the fic, where Izuna still has no fucking clue what's going on, but recognizes Orochimaru as a member of the Orochi clan. He says as much, and Orochimaru has to pause.

No one's mentioned his clan to him in years. They haven't been relevant in Konoha since Orochimaru was born— even before that, they were barley relevant. Izuna should not know who they are.

(The only reason he does know is bc they had a neutral to positive relationship w the Uchiha back in the warring era, and Izuna had visited them once before)

Immediatley, Orochimaru is squinting at this guy. He's giving Danzo a ring asking who exactly he got sent over, but Danzo doesn't actually have anything to offer him??? The paperwork is a mess and there were a LOT of Uchiha. He's not registered as a shinobi tho.

Hmmmm.... ok.

Orochimaru is suddenly aware there's some kind of mystery here now, which is dangerous for Izuna. Izuna is, again, in enemy territory, and he's able to pick up on the fact that Orochimaru doesn't actually know who he is. This ofc means that HE sure as hell won't be telling him.

Maybe he bares his teeth and sarcastically says he's the second coming of Uchiha Madara (not even that big of a lie when u think ab it)

Pivoting time ->

Izuna is listed in the data books as like, being equally as talented as Madara and I think we should talk ab that more actually

I love Tobirama but he really did get him by surprise

Izuna just got cocky and taken by surprise!!

HE DIDNT EVEN GET COCKY HE JUST LOGICALLY DIDNT EXPECT TOBIRAMA TO FUCKING INVENT TELEPORTATION

Then he went down in the history books both in canon and out of it as the weakest of the 4, that's so tragic

Izuna gets mermaid edo tenseid and (once people know who he is) everyone is like "Ok well at least he's uhh. The weakest of the 4 right?? I mean tobirama killed him when they were like only 19/20 so we'll probably be fine???"

Then he just fucking bodies them all bc hes a nightmare actually AND on whatever special test trial edo tensei steroids they gave him

Izuna is fueled on rage and spite and he's full up on both

Imagine he gets the full story of everything that happened while he was dead too, like.

Ok so Madara goes against his EXPRESS dying wishes and makes his village. (what the fuck!!) Then backs out (yay!!) but in an awful way that effectively fucks over the entire clan for years to come (nii-san what the FUCK)

Then gets literally backstabbed by Hashirama (HE FUCKING TOLD YOU!!! WHAT DID HE FUCKING SAY!!!!!)

Then the Uchiha seem to thrive and like. Ok. He's still mad about it, but at least something... kind of nice came out of it.

THEN BOTH THE VILLAGE AND MADARA'S(?????) SCHEMES KILL THEIR ENTIRE CLAN

Izuna is SO mad at literally everyone, holy shit. The only one safe from his rage is Hikaku, god rest his poor, poor soul

Actually, I think it'd be funny if Izuna was like, indescribably extra awful mad at everyone— but then is like. Normal mad amounts at Tobirama, who was a bitch but at least didn't seem to carry on a personal fucking vendetta against the Uchiha like EVERYONE ELSE INCLUDING FUCKING MADARA FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON

Izuna is going like, "FUCK you, FUCK you, OH, EXTRA FUCK YOU—" then squints at Tobirama and goes "...fuck you." Then goes back to screaming

To be clear, Tobirama absolutely contributed to the end of the Uchiha, but like. A) it'd be funny, and B) at least his seemed slightly less on purpose than literally everyone else

There's also I think a difference of like. Izuna never expected Tobirama to suddenly turn around and be pro Uchiha

Where as everyone else (again, including his brother!!) Was like. A genuine betrayal

Tobirama fucking over the clan was never a surprise

He never pretended to be on their side (like Hashirama lowkey did)

Tobirama vs Izuna but it's them getting to relive their rivalry where as Izuna vs literally anyone else is emotionally charged as hell and filled with demented screaming

Leaving it there for now, I might actually try to write this one but who tf knows

[pushpressure]

Reorganizing the Konoha teams

I know this is an old discussion that doesn't matter anymore, but I got back into Naruto and watched a video rearranging the teams, and it was weirdly bias for Sasusaku and added team 3/team Guy which was weird. So I decided to try my hand at it for fun:

So here are our teams

Okay to start with, we have to acknowledge the purpose of why they're together.

Team 7 is together because they're meant to help Naruto become a better ninja. Kakashi was Minato's student so there's the whole vow of protecting your master's son thing going on. Sasuke is there because he was the second top student in the academy (Ino being the first) and Kakashi has the sharingan, and Sakura was placed there because of her intelligence and chakra control. On paper, the combination made sense, but when you look at their grades on cooperation...

Putting two of the least cooperative people together with Kakashi as a sensei in a 4 man team was not a great move. I'm guessing they were hoping that Sakura could pull the team together, but did not take into account of her crush on Sasuke which set this team up for failure. Also, Kakashi's teaching method to solely use real life missions and his tardiness was not effective. These kids needed a more hands-on strict approach. Team practices back-to-back as if they're trying for the Olympics.

Team 8 is together because they're meant to be the manhunt team. They all have abilities to track people and take them down. With a sensei who doesn't play favorites, they're very effective as a group and as individuals unlike team 7.

Team 10 are together because of the Ino-shika-cho tradition which are absolutely perfect balance for reconnaissance missions.

If we had to choose which team is the best between Team 8 and Team 10, it naturally has to go to Team 10.

With 15 generations of team work perfected with the help of the Sarutobi clan who carries the Will of Fire, they have every angle of their team work covered. Yes, Team 8, is an effective team, but their skills are too similar that they don't blend well together on the battlefield and work better as individuals.

So taking that into consideration, we're going to have to permanently split the ino-shika-cho trio.

Because in all honesty, you can take out Choji and replace him with anyone else except maybe Shino. I'm sorry! I know Choji is a good boy, but as unique as his attacks are, he's just the muscle. And in all honesty, Naruto being in Team 10 would've helped him a 100 times more than team 7 because Shikamaru is a genius and actually likes Naruto, so he can help Naruto utilize his shadow clones better, and Ino actually cares about cooperation and her abilities that leave her vulnerable will give Naruto a sense of responsibility.

But we want Team 10's skills to be shared with everyone, so they cannot be together. In order for that to make sense, I guess imagine that they have older siblings who is already upholding the tradition as the 16th generation.

Moving forward, naturally one student on each team cannot leave their appointed sensei because they're compatible:

Team 7: Sasuke has to remain with Kakashi because of the sharingan, the lightning jutsu and their similar personalities. Yes, Kurenai uses genjutsu, but it's not a genjutsu at Itachi's level, and can't provide much more than that on the matter of skills. She may be able to provide a more motherly support, but taking Sasuke's background into consideration, I think a male role model similar to Itachi is more effective.

Team 8: Hinata has to stay with Kurenai because I can't imagine the other two giving Hinata the much needed attention and confidence she needs, especially from one female to another.

Team 10: Shikamaru obviously needs to stay with Asuma because they have that special bond as if Asuma is a second father to him.

Now we move on to the student who actually needs this sensei to help enhance their skills:

Team 7: Kiba would do better under Kakashi because the man uses dogs who he personally raised as his main summoning animal. Kakashi could've had Pakkun or his other dogs help train Akamaru with Kiba as his partner.

Team 8: Sakura is supposed be talented with genjutsu so naturally she should've gone with Kurenai in the first place in order to tap into that talent. I also think Sakura would've also seen a role model in Kurenai as a kunoichi.

Team 10: Naruto naturally has to be teammates with Shikamaru, but also because Naruto has a natural affinity for wind chakra, Asuma would've been perfect in training Naruto to wield it just as Kakashi taught Sasuke to use light chakra. It also helps that Asuma is the son of the hokage, so he can help Naruto on that as well.

And so we move on to the last three students:

Who I honestly struggled to place since again, Choji is a close-combat person which the other teams already have covered. So I had to consider where he would be the most useful.

I wanted to make an all-girl group with a flower-theme going on:

Hinata being the Sunflower, Sakura the cherry blossom and Ino the florist and they have a teacher who uses floral genjutsu. It was perfect! But then I thought about how they would actually perform starting out, and while Hinata does know some taijutsu, she's not very proficient at it, and the girls can't really help her in that department early on in this teamwork.

So here we go:

Team 7: I placed Ino under Kakashi more for Kakashi's sake than Ino's because the man would be inspired to actually train them as a team in order to take Ino's skills into consideration. Ino is a Sasuke fangirl like Sakura, but Ino is the heiress of the Yamanaka clan so she has more important responsibilities, and has applied herself in the academy to become its top student and likes to take the lead. She won't let her feelings for Sasuke get in the way of making everyone work together.

Team 8: I placed Choji in this team to provide some muscle, and be the training partner she needs to put more oomf in her strikes.

Team 10: I placed Shino in this team in order to do Sasuke's job and that was to cover Naruto's weaknesses and act as the tactician to Shikamaru's strategies. The poor boy also needs the spotlight, and the gags would be funny.

With all these teams covered, how would they work:

Team 7 (The Cool Group): The show makes it seem like Kiba is a copy of Naruto, but honestly, he's a lot more chilled (granted he's not a hated orphaned boy with a demonic animal inside), so with Sasuke, I can only see them having a friendly rivalry if not at all. If anything, even on different teams, Naruto would still declare himself as Sasuke's rival, and the chunin exams would alight that intensity. But even before that, it's not like they won't see each other and fight on sight so the bond is still there. Other than that, Kakashi would train them each separately (not just Sasuke) and together to help Ino use her jutsu which will instill that necessary teamwork. And with Ino's assertive attitude and Akamaru being everyone's support animal, they would have them eat meals together, and won't let Sasuke or Kakashi get out of it if they didn't have something urgent going on. Is it wrong to say this is the more functional version of team 7? Of course, shit hits the fan when Orochimaru attacks, and I'll leave how that turns out for others to imagine. Comment cuz that'd be interesting.

Team 8 (The Gentle Group): I believe Kurenai would've trained Sakura in not only genjutsu but on how to be the team leader in order to fully use her intelligence. She would have Sakura on mock survival trainings in the forest in order to not crumble under pressure, and use her team effectively. Kurenai would have Choji and Hinata train together to strengthen their taijutsu and their confidence.

Team 10 (The Weirdo Group): I believe Asuma, Shikamaru and Shino would collab together to help Naruto become a respectable ninja. Asuma would help Naruto learn taijutsu before introducing him to wind chakra. Shino would help teach Naruto what should've been drilled into him in the academy and under Asuma's observation, help Naruto on his tactics which Naruto is pretty good at since he's a clever prankster, but Shino helps him refine it. Naruto respects Shino for that, but is incredibly weirded out by his attempts to become friends and doesn't know how to break Asuma to do as he wants since the sexy jutsu doesn't work on a womanizer like him. As for Shikamaru, he's more involved in Naruto's training when actual missions are involved since he actually has to use his brain for them.

I could say more, but that's all I should say.

[fanfic-recs-01]

Miraculous LadyBug Fics

This is a list of Miraculous Ladybug fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

I have a separate list for Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Damian Wayne Fics Here: Part 1 Part 2

Updated 11/2/24

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Felix Graham De Vanily

Hey, Little Songbird by charlietheepic7 *Finished*

~Really, Felix couldn't believe his cousin sometimes. Marinette was talented, beautiful, kind, and had a crush on Adrien bigger than the mansion, yet Adrien was blind to the treasure right in front of him. "Just a friend," indeed.

Well, if Adrien wasn't going to do anything, it wouldn't matter if Felix... snatched her up?~

Welcome To The Back by Geeeny *Finished*

~Marinette Dupain-Cheng sits alone in the back. Until she doesn't.~

birds of a feather by WithLovePoohBear *Finished*

~When Mme Bustier’s class gets a new student, Marinette might just finally find true friends who love and support her for who she is.

But more accurately, she finds her home.~

Pen Pals by That_Kwami_plagg  *Finished*

~Marinette and Felix have been Pen Pals for two years. She tells him everything. All of the abuse, lies and manipulations. He became her sanctuary, and her his. What happens when Felix moves to France? Can he help her through her struggles, or will he be another victim of Lila?~

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Tim Drake

Tiny Tim by LeoLeonte *Finished*

~Tim leaned back on the chair. Disrespect was a common occurrence at the meetings he attended but usually people were far more subtle about it.

In which sleep deprivation makes people do, and say stupid things.~

The Contingency by AbyssalGuardian *Finished*

~After Marinette loses the support of her parents she decides that it’s time for her to enact one of her contingency plans and disappear.

Where better to disappear than Gotham?~

coup de foudre (came with a lightning bug) by newdog14 *Finished*

~“So unfortunately I’m being forced to turn in my resignation without having a replacement trained just yet,” Marinette said, looking genuinely regretful.

“Marry me!” Tim blurted out, and Marinette blinked at him in shock~.

Damsel in Distress by Izanae *Finished*

~All Marinette wanted to do was check out the competition.

Instead, she finds herself at the mercy of a Rogue - and a certain Red bird.~

Misc.

No Hesitation by orphan_account *Finished*

~Marinette could never have foreseen just how quickly Lila's plan would work - but now a new school year has begun and she has transferred to a new school that could support her fashion career far better than Dupont ever could.~

Accidentally on Purpose by LadyLiterature

~When Marinette had been chosen to intern with Monsieur Wayne’s PA, she hadn’t been expecting anything special. Sure, the Waynes were an odd breed and generally considered strange, but Marinette hadn’t actually expected to have much contact with them, if any at all.~

Multi-mouse will multi-wreck your shit by Assassinscred, Bloodhungrywolfpack *Finished*

~The whole world is watching the live stream as Multi-mouse's miraculous is ripped from her neck. They are all watching as the girl underneath is revealed. The super hero community, specifically the Bat clan, are stunned as she continues to fight, berating her foe the whole way.

With this new public knowledge, Batman once again reaches out to offer his assistance with the situation. Unlike a few years ago, this time Ladybug accepts.~

Siren Song by MelsCalamity *Unfinished*

~Or the story how Marinette Dupain-Cheng one night randomly woke up in Gotham City and suddenly got adopted by the Gotham City Sirens.~

[mayhemories]

please please please do a part two of best friend’s brother with some intense toe curling smut!! 🤭🤭

Best Friend's Brother (pt. 2 Smut)

My first time publishing smut - got nervous! if people like this I will do a pt. 3 in which will be p in v. Also, some tags just are not working so if it doesn't work I'm sorry it was not purposeful.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: smut, !!!!minors dni!!!!!! Smut. Heteronormative sex, swearing, virgin reader, oral - female receiving etc. smut smut smut. Maybe a lil angsty at the start? Reader is still insecure as was requested in the original request. 

Words: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: 

Aged up, obviously. Direct continuation of Best Friend’s Brother <- which you can find here.

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You and Neteyam had been together for six months. And, undoubtedly, they were the best six months of your life. He was so affectionate, something that took you a little while to get used to, especially in front of others. 

But recently you’ve wanted to take it that one step further, but you just didn’t know how. And it was really, really bothering you. Neteyam wasn’t pushy, but he wasn’t shy the same way you were shy. The two of you spoke about anything and everything. He’s helped you explore a lot of intimacy that you felt like you were missing out on. Heated kisses, open talks, and sometimes Neteyam would write you filthy letters about how he thought about you, how he dreamed about you. And you wished you could return the favour. 

You sighed deeply, pricking yourself with your beading needle again. You were so frustrated. In every sense of the word. 

“What’s on your mind? C’mon spit it out.” Kiri said sharply, still busy with her own beading. You were grateful for Kiri, always. She always stood by you, no matter what. And, where others may drift apart in the situation you two were in, your relationship with Neteyam did nothing but bring you and Kiri closer together. She was practically your sister now. 

But you didn’t know if talking about this, about your sexual frustration with Neteyam, was apropriate conversation to have with your best friend. 

“Nothing, I am just lost in my thoughts today.” You tried to dismiss it, and swallow it down. Though you could feel the blush spreading across your body, and the fire of embarrassment spread between the valley of your breasts. 

Kiri spat out a sarcastic laugh. “Uh huh, you’ve been lost in your thoughts for days then.” Kiri tossed her beading to the ground. The two of you sat outside, in the grass soaking up the sunlight. 

“I don’t know what you could possibly mean.” You said, more focused on your beading now than ever. You were beading a new bodice for a clan dance in a few eclipses time. 

“Okay, so its obviously about Neteyam then.” Kiri started, you threw your beading at her while a small smirk graced her lips. 

She was still your best friend, you just didn’t want to burden her with uncomfortable knowledge. 

“(y/n) you can tell me anything, I won’t be mad, even if its gross.” Kiri assured you, you felt her eyes burning into the side of your head as you covered your face with your hands. Eywa, you were so embarrassing and naive and stupid. 

You knew Neteyam loved you, and in turn, he is an incredible man. He would never think less of your innocence or your shyness. 

But your own brain enjoyed the act of self-sabotage, and you often could not help but to think the lack of sex life was due to your lack of appeal. 

“You have to promise me not to get grossed out!” You say, pulling your hands away from your face, holding Kiri’s eyeline. You knew you were a blushing mess, riddled with anxiety and nausea. 

“I promise! I’m not a child, and I’m not Lo’ak.” She quipped. You chuckled and you tried to put your heart back down in your chest from where it had risen to your throat. 

“Well, Neteyam and I have been together for awhile…” You started playing with your long braids, nervously. Kiri urged you on. “We have been together for awhile, and I love him, you know I do-” 

“Trust me, everyone knows you do.” You ignored Kiri’s interjection, soldiering on. 

“-And I don’t expect us to form a bond anytime soon, of course but…” You felt the burning sensation under your skin, your blood was too loud and the day too bright, everything was causing a sensory malfunction. 

“But what?” Kiri was kind, and she never pushed you further than necessary. 

“Well, I would like to mate with him but I’m so scared and I don’t know how to ask, let alone do anything remotely sexual and I’m afraid Neteyam knows this and that’s why we haven’t done anything yet and I’m just stupid so I would get his hesitancy-” 

Kiri cut your rambling off, laughing. Throwing her head back in the sun, you could see all the stripes that ran across her neck, hiding under necklaces and her com. 

“Have you just asked him?” She asked plainly, once she collected herself. 

You were shocked - just ask him, was she crazy? 

“Well, no I haven’t.” You mumbled, fetching your beadwork from Kiri’s lap, and finding solace in the distraction. 

“That’s where you start, (y/n). There’s no shame in not knowing.” Kiri said softly, sensing your unease. She went back to her own beadwork and did not bring it up again. 

You knew Neteyam would be back any minute. You sat, still working on the fine beading in your new tent given to you as a step into your adulthood. You enjoyed living away from your parents, the solace and independence. But, Neteyam knew you got lonley and stayed with you most nights. 

Tonight was one of those nights. And, Neteyam always comes to you as soon as he finishes his duties. 

You were just going to ask him, like Kiri said. 

That was no big deal, right? You did not know what you were going to say, you were going to ‘go with the flow’ like Jake says sometimes. 

This ‘flow’ made you feel like you were drowning.

Soft lips on your forehead snapped you out of your whirlpool thoughts. 

“My love are you alright? I’ve been talking to you for a minute or two now.” Neteyam said softly, holding both your cheeks in his hands. His eyes scanned your face to find a trace of what was bothering you, your face flushed under his intense stare. 

“I’m sorry Neteyam, there’s been a lot on my mind recently.” You said, smiling. Neteyam took the bait, removing his hands from your face, sitting across from you on the floor, legs crossed. 

“Tell me about it my lovely girl.” Neteyam said, reaching out for one of your hands. Partially because he craved your touch, and partially to distract you from your beading. He had missed you all day, and did not want to share your attention with some beads. 

You sighed softly, taking his hand. Everytime you looked at Neteyam his stomach flipped, he felt butterflies and fell in love all over again, everytime. He did not miss the bright blush that burned across your high cheekbones and nose, and that dipped down into the valley of your breasts. He knew his eyes lingered there for a beat too long, but you did not notice. 

“Neteyam I am embarrassed to ask you this,” His heart dropped into the field of butterflies in his stomach. “But, do you want to have sex with me?” 

He must’ve heard you wrong. His head snapped to yours, finding you looking up at him through your thick lashes, innocently. 

“What?” The word fell from his mouth before he could reel it back in. And, you were quick to jump to the defensive, afraid of upsetting him, of offending him. 

“We do not have to obviously, as I know I am not experienced and maybe that is not what you’re after but-” 

The low growl came from Neteyam’s chest. ‘No experience’ was just a polite term for ‘no one else's’. As far as Neteyam was concerned, if another male looked at you for too long it was reasonable grounds for a fight. 

“You want to have sex with me?” Neteyam asked, he felt all the blood rush in-between his legs. The conversation alone was enough for him. He has wanted you for so long, for too long. But he would never, ever make you operate outside your own terms. 

You smiled, the fleeting confidence that he provided you swelling in your chest. 

“I would want nothing more, my Neteyam.” 

The kiss was hot, and striking. His hands cupped your face, like they had done not all that long ago, but this time, he laid you down, your back to the floor. His strong, muscular frame leaning over you, your chests touching, and one of his knees had found his way between your legs. His tongue wiped your lips, a gentle way to ask for permission. You gave it to him, his tongue fought yours for dominance, briefly, until you submitted to him, like you always did. 

You were still fully clothed, Neteyam too, but the heat was insurmountable. His knee was far from your clothed cunt, but the anticipation caused slick to gather there all the same. 

He pulled away from the kiss, you were thankful for the air but you craved the feeling of him so close. 

“My love you have to tell me if you don’t like something, or if you don’t feel comfortable or if you change your mind, ok?” He whispered into your ear, you nodded, words failing you. “No, use your words babygirl, let me hear you.” Neteyam left paperlight kisses under your ear, and moved to your jaw. 

“Okay.” You said, breathless, barely above a whisper. 

“Good girl.” Neteyam kissed down the column of your neck, sucking and biting. His cainines taking your sweet flesh and leaving dark, purple marks in his wake. Everyone would know who you belonged to now. If there was any doubt before, there would never be again. 

Neteyam’s left hand was still cradling the side of your face, while his right played with the skin at your waist, rubbing up and down, teasing the skin underneath the hem of your beaded top. As he continued the assault on your neck, down to your chest and the straps of your coverings laid, you felt the tip of his tail caress your thigh, his own knee moving up to find your wet core. 

You couldn’t help but moan at all the stimulus. You felt Neteyam stop for a microsecond, but it was enough for you to feel embarrassed, you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, stifling anything else that may humiliate you. 

He pulled away from your chest, leaning over you to look you in the eye, his free hand that had been playing with the hem of your shirt came up to pull your hand away. He placed your hand on his toned, flexing chest. 

“No. No, I want to hear you, don’t be embarrassed.” His thumb swiped across your lip and in an act of lust-induced insanity you opened your mouth and sucked on it. “Never hide from me, my love.” Neteyam smiled lightly, his eyes fluttering closed, he pressed his hips against your own. 

You felt how hard he was against you, your internal walls clenched against nothing, but you felt how soaked your loincloth had become. Neteyam let out his own deep moan. 

“Do you feel me, babygirl? Do you feel what you do to me?” His voice had changed, deep and commanding and alluring. 

It was all too much. You felt the coil in the base of your stomach tightening. 

“Answer me, sweetheart.” Neteyam whispered as he ground into you, his lips attaching themselves to your already bruised neck. Both his hands making quick work of removing your top, discarding it with no care. 

“Yes, yes, I-” Your breath hitched as his mouth found your nipple, rolling the sensitive bud around in his mouth. “I want to feel you inside, Neteyam.” You said bravely, shutting your eyes, you could not control the nonsense that fell from your mouth. You were too fucked out and barely anything had happened yet. It was embarrassing. 

He wanted you nonetheless. 

Neteyam could not help but growl when the sweet words fell from your plush, beautiful lips. He removed himself from your swollen nipple. He took you in, looking at all of you. Your body had a light sheen of sweat, your head was rolled back, lips parted- mewling. You were everything to him. 

Netyam did not hesitate in removing your loincloth as quick as his nimble fingers would allow, sliding the fabric down your legs he took the time to squeeze your thighs and calves. He wanted to consume you, every part. Mind, body and soul, Neteyam would never stop wanting you. He supposed that made him selfish. But, Neteyam had never asked for anything in his whole life, save for you. And, he would be completely satisfied in his existence in this life if all he had was you. 

“Can I taste you my love?” Neteyam asked, using one of his hands to part your legs, wider, his other was massaging the flesh of your thigh. He saw your sopping cunt for the first time and fuck, Neteyam felt wasted. Absolutely toatled. His dick strained against his own covering, twitching at the sight. 

Stunning. 

You nodded, giving him permission. Neteyam pinched your inner thigh, making you squeal in surprise, raising your head slightly you squinted at him. “Words, babygirl. I know you know how to use ‘em.” 

“Taste me, honey. I want whatever you want me to want.” You laid your head back down of the floor of your home, desperate for friction your bare hips bucked upward, and you could’ve sworn you heard Neteyam’s breath hitch. 

He wasted no time in exploring your most private heat. Neteyam ate you like a man starved, your moans doing nothing but spurring him on. 

You wanted to save your first orgasm for his dick, but Neteyam licked and sucked, one of his hands had found your clitoris, and you felt that tight coil in your stomach begin to snap. Instinctively, your hand flew to his hair, nestling in his braids as he hit a certain spot. Back arching, you began to unravel, and unravel quickly. 

“Neteyam, I can’t, I’m going to-” You began to apologise about your approaching orgasam, embarrassed that you could not save it for when he was inside. His fingers worked quickly on your clit, as he pulled his mouth away briefly. 

“Cum for me, my darling girl.” His husky voice sent a shock through your body, his fingers never stalling, his tongue found your heat again, licking, stroking, tasting. His words were enough for you. 

You felt your walls clench, squirting around his sucking mouth, he drew it from you, swallowing it down. You felt him smiling against you, against your shaking, heavily breathing frame. 

Neteyam came up, his arms extended on either side of your head, your felt his hard-on ground into your naked form, his loincloth would be stained from your wetness. You began to come down from your high, Neteyam captured your eyeline. You stared at him, and his smirk, a bead of your own cum on the side of his mouth. You threw your hands over your eyes and face in embarrassment, you couldn’t help it. You felt like you should’ve lasted longer than you did. 

Neteyam loosed a breathy chuckle watching you hide behind your hands, while your shatteringly-beautiful and so very naked form laid under him. 

“Don’t hide sweetheart, I need to see your face baby.” You shook your head in reply, keeping your hands firmly placed against your face. “I see you. I see you despite the fact that you’re too embarrassed to look at me.” Neteyam’s voice was hoarse, his words raw, and you could do nothing but look at him then. 

See him. 

Feel him. 

Love him, 

Entirely.

He smiled when he saw your warm eyes again. And, you knew you were done. Totaled, even.

“I see you.” You spoke softly, worried that if you were any louder this would all fade into nothingness.

He captured you in a strong, burning kiss. And you giggled at the face that you could taste yourself on his lips. 

You decided that you would not be embarrassed around Neteyam anymore. 

[theladysunami]

Many other people have already posted their thoughts on the various peaks of Cang Qiong Mountain sect, so I figure I might as well throw my own thoughts and preferred headcanons out there.

First, my thoughts on the peaks we know exist but don't know much about in terms of their specialties:

Xian Shu Peak: Textiles Peak

This is my favorite headcanon for the all women's peak! The textiles industry is a big part of Chinese history, and was traditionally considered to be women's work, so it would only make sense for it to be Xian Shu Peak's peak specialty. It's not just one specific skill either, as spinning, weaving, dying, garment making, embroidery, rope/cord-making, etc. are all a part of the industry.

As they are a cultivation peak, I expect some of the products of their work to be defensive robes with talismans or incantations stitched into the fabric, Qiankun bags or sleeves, spirit trapping pouches, etc. If rope making is included in their preview, they could also be involved in making immortal binding cables, nets, and so forth.

Ku Xing Peak: Rites, Rituals and Purification Peak

We don't know much about Ku Xing Peak except that they live an aesthetic lifestyle. As it's common for individuals to take on certain aspects of aestheticism (simple clothes, restricted diets, abstinence, etc.) before engaging in many types of rituals, I'm inclined to believe a peak that practices aestheticism at all times would be particularly well suited for such tasks.

I tend to imagine their peak being similar to the Gusu Lan Clan, minus the music aspect (music being Qing Jing's purview). They could specialize in things like summoning spirits, communing with the dead, dispelling resentment, exorcisms, purifying objects or locations, properly laying the dead to rest, etc.

Since SVSSS predominantly focuses on demons, not ghosts, it's only natural a peak that deals more in spiritual cleansing and laying the dead to rest wouldn't be involved in the plot much.

Zui Xian Peak: Potions and Elixers Peak

While lot of fanfics make jokes about Zui Xian being a peak for alcoholics (which is completely fair, as this is the dick joke filled world of SVSSS we're talking about), my first thought upon learning of Zui Xian Peak's specialty was the immorality granting heavenly wine in the Journey to the West. Looking into the matter more, I've since learned that wine has actually been a huge part of Chinese medicine since the Han Dynasty. The traditional character for medicine even includes the radical for wine!

With this kind of precedent, it seems only logical that Zui Xian Peak doesn't merely make alcohol for social and/or enjoyment purposes, it's quite likely to be the ‘external alchemy’ peak of Cang Qiong Mountain. I expect they grow and process at least some of their own herbs and ingredients, along with performing other alcohol and potion making tasks like brewing, distilling, extracting, fermenting, filtering, infusing, and so on.

Next, my thoughts on what the three mystery peaks might be:

I am not going to try and name these peaks, as I struggle with naming things even in my own native tongue.

Hunting, Trapping and Scouting Peak

Having read MDZS before SVSSS, I found the distinct lack of archery in SVSSS to be quite peculiar. As the peak of scholars and strategists, I suppose it's only logical Qing Jing Peak focuses on the four scholarly arts (the guqin, strategy games, calligraphy, and painting), rather then the six arts of Confucian gentlemen (rites, music, archery, equestrianism, calligraphy, and mathematics), but that does leave several ‘arts’ free to be claimed by other peaks! This inspired me to think up a hunting and scouting peak, where disciples excel at archery and equestrianism.

Since mounted archers became a significant aspect of Chinese warfare in the 4th century BC, thanks to King Wuling of Zhao, I'd say having cultivators of this sort in a Xianxia setting is perfectly reasonable. Giving Cang Qiong Mountain sect scouts also nicely fills the gap in their martial capabilities. Without this peak they have strategists, weapon craftsman, ground troops, and suppliers, but no reconnaissance forces!

I also consider this peak to be the rough equivalent of the ‘Beast Taming Peak’ so many works are fond of. Who else could breed and control hundreds of spirit eagles for the Immortal Alliance Conference but a group of cultivators focused on scouting missions? As supernaturally superior mounts and spirit (hunting) dogs would be incredibly helpful to them, they'd likely engage in horse and dog breeding programs as well! Their skill as hunters and trappers would also permit them both to provide game for Cang Qiong Mountain sect, and to aid in the rounding up of various living monsters for both alchemical ingredient harvesting and for releasing at events like the Immortal Alliance Conference.

In summary, this peak would produce disciples skilled at equestrianism, archery, falconry, animal husbandry, scouting, herb gathering, hunting, trapping, etc. For anyone familiar with D&D, I did basically make a Ranger peak here, but I stand by that decision!

Artifacts, Arrays and Invention Peak

Every time I read a work with some variation on the "Mad Scientist Peak" I adore it, so naturally I have to include this type of peak as well. This peak would be for the Wei Wuxians of the cultivation world, hoping to revolutionize cultivation society!

Their focus would be mathematics, spell geometry, arrays, talismans, non-medicinal alchemy (aka ancient materials science), engineering and of course artifact recovery, study and creation. The crystal mirror ‘surveillance equipment’ from the Immortal Alliance Conference? These guys would be the ones that developed it!

Agriculture, Earthworks and Architecture Peak

While I admittedly don't know the nuances of feng shui, I am at least aware there is far more to it then what you usually see in western depictions. In MDZS, it's noted that an area having bad feng shui (like Yi City) can cause premature death, disaster, and an increase in all sorts of nasty supernatural phenomena! With this in mind, a peak that focuses on connecting to and harmonizing with one's environment seems perfect for the final Cang Qiong Mountain peak.

I don't imagine this peak doing much of the actual building in the sect (that's An Ding's job) but when it comes to designing the sect's buildings, or altering its geography through earthworks, they're the ones to talk to. I also see them as producing at least some of the sect’s food supply, using their skills to encourage a positively supernatural abundance of plants.

In short, disciples of this peak would be skilled with things like architecture, earthworks, geography, topography, irrigation, agriculture, element manipulation, etc.

If SVSSS’s heavenly realms have anything akin to TGCF’s elemental masters, there is probably an unusually high chance they come from this peak.

[legobiwan]

What is your absolute favorite gravity falls fic ? The one that completely ate away at your brain and wouldn't leave your head for days? It can be shipp-y or gen, both is fine! I'm just completely on the edge of falling headfirst into a Gravity Falls hyperfixation and I need just one good fic to tip me over the edge & you have excellent taste!

Oh boi, I think it really depends on what you are looking for! I personally really enjoy fics that don't shy away from our characters' less desirable traits, and one of the things I adore about Gravity Falls is how deep and complicated the adult characters are. Ford can be an egomaniacal asshole who will trade the world to satisfy his insecurities; Stan can absolutely be a slimy conman with Saul Goodman-levels of morals; Bill is an outright abuser, despite his total infatuation with Ford; and Fiddleford essentially leaves his wife and child for another man he can never have in the 80s, which adds archeological layers to his terrible decisions. Considering this is technically a Disney, Y7 children's show, it's pretty damn wild how complex and mature these situations are once you spend more than three seconds thinking about them.

But you asked me for my single, favorite Gravity Falls fic.

As someone who really appreciates the Hannibal levels of fuckery that is the Ford and Bill relationship, I have to say Statement Abnegation is in my top 5, probably top 3. My backup Billford (gen, but still dark) rec would be Bait & Switch, which is unfinished at the moment, but updates at pretty quick intervals. (As an aside, I should mention I only rec triangle!Bill fics, as I really am not a fan of human!Bill unless he's possessing someone for a defined purpose).

Because I can never give a single, concise answer to anything in my life (hellooo, commitment issues hahahaha) I'll also throw in my favorite sibling-fic recs. First would be By Any Other Name, which is mostly a character study of Stan, but features a lot of Ford and the extended Pines clan, as well, and doesn't shy away from the fact that both Ford and Stan are very flawed people with a metric ton of issues. Backup sibling fic is a new one I just discovered, also complete, titled Under the Ice, which explores the idea that perhaps some events are fixed points in the universe and can never be avoided. Again, it's another fic that doesn't avoid the elder Pines twins and their multitude of less-than-savory character traits, which is something I really value in Gravity Falls writing, given the ever-present threat of blorbofication, no matter the fandom.

Anyway! Long answer to a short question, I hope you enjoy at least one of these!

[ape-apocalypse]

There's been a lot of talk about Mae since Kingdom's release and she seems to be the character most people are split on, especially with the ending. After much pondering, here are my own thoughts about her, the alternate ending that almost was, and her path in upcoming movies. Spoilers ahead!

Straight to the point, I liked her character. In a lot of ways, she reminded me of Caesar. Her entire goal is focused on protecting humans no matter the cost to apes, much like what Caesar did to protect apes from humans. She has a no-nonsense determination to complete her mission and she doesn't trust apes, even Noa who she spends the majority of the film with. I watched Kingdom thinking it was odd that there was no real bond between Noa and Mae but I think that was on purpose. Though they both rely on each other to complete their individual missions and they concur that Proximus should not have access to what is in the vault, they don't fully trust each other. I know some people are upset that she brought a gun to her final meeting with Noa. Honestly, I don't blame her because they don't trust each other! 

Freya Allan revealed in a recent interview that the goodbye scene between her and the chimp was originally filmed differently. "In the scene that I shot, Mae was going there to kill him because he scares her. His intelligence scares her. Mae doesn't want to kill him, but she feels she has to... Originally, you actually see her pull the gun on Noa, but his back is turned to her. And so you think, 'Oh my God, is she about to shoot him?' Mae is crying as she's doing it... and then she doesn't. The minute he mentions Raka's name, she puts the gun down. But then in the edit, they wanted it to feel more subtle, and I honestly way prefer what they've done with it. It's so much smarter and really allows you to think more... so it becomes a very emotional goodbye, one with tragic, lingering doom."

I'm really relieved that they changed the ending. If she had actually drawn the gun on Noa, especially when his back was turned, I would have been pissed. But the ending we received, with an almost old school Western stand-off between two opponents, with them actually debating if this town - this planet - is big enough for the both of them, I think it perfectly sets up the tension between humans and apes heading into the next movie. 

Now I do wish they had done something to make her a little more sympathetic to hating the apes. There is the briefest mention that Proximus' apes killed the other humans she was traveling with but it's really glossed over. I wish when she and Noa were making the plan, Mae had mentioned the group again. Maybe that someone she cared about was killed or just how vicious the attack was and she saw terrible things. First, this would have connected Noa and Mae more because of the attack on Eagle Clan and the death of Koro, which Freya Allan confirms: "Proximus' apes killed her camp, similarly to Noa's, which is what's so bizarre about it". Second, it would have made Mae have some personal stake in the downfall of Proximus. This clearly was the intention because Allan says in defense of her character's actions, "She's gone through so much, she's lost all the people she cares about, which was a large part of how I justified everything she did." The backstory was there but a few extra lines would have made her thoughts clear and perhaps gotten more of the audience on her side. Allan elaborates that she even "...created a backstory that her parents had also gone off and tried to do the same mission, but they never came back and presumably died". I'm not sure if they were worried about the already long length of the movie that they felt the need to leave this out but I really wish they had added in even a few lines that would have allowed people to empathize with her.

Regardless of how she was portrayed in this movie, I'm already starting to theorize for the next film (with the hopes that Disney will announce its approval soon!). I think the next movie will have Mae fully on the side of the humans in her base/bunker and whoever they connected with. She completed her mission in Kingdom and there will be a new mission to recover the planet for humans that she'll be part of. She will be fully invested in it but something will change by the end of the film that will make her want peace between apes and humans. Then she'll spend the third film in the trilogy helping Noa to find a way to end bloodshed between the two species. 

There is a little part of me that wouldn't mind a female bad guy, because there hasn't been one in any of these films, even back to the originals. But honestly, I do want to see Mae and Noa reconcile and become friends and partners. Who knows, maybe Dichen Lachman's character Korina (the human in the hazmat suit who comes out to greet Mae at the end, who I adore in the TV show Dollhouse) will be the leader of the humans and the main villain of the next film, satisfying my wish for a female baddie? That would leave Mae free to have a redemption story where she helps Noa and works with him to protect apes from whatever the humans are plotting.

[dilfs-bitch]

Tsawksyul | Tsu'tey (NSFW)

Pairing: Tsu'tey x fem human reader 

Word count : 5k

Summary : Getting infected by an alien plant the first time you explore Pandora's forest wasn't exactly ideal, but luckily a na'vi helps you out.

Warnings: masturbation, sexual tension, p in v sex, public sex, creampie, dirty talk, heat cycle/sex pollen, stomach bulge nsfw, human/na'vi, oral sex (fem receiving), size difference, face sitting.

Reader can breathe Pandora's air

Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. English is not my first language.

You wouldn't be in this most awkward situation if it wasn't for Jake.

You swear

Perhaps under other circumstances you would believe he was busy with Olo'eyktan's duties, but it was Jake, if he was busy he wouldn't have volunteered himself to show you more of Pandora's fauna and flora now that things are finally slowly getting back to normal.

He did it on purpose

All because of your little crush on Tsu'tey, it was almost imperceptible to everyone except him, your best friend who knew you enough to believe that all your excessive concern for that na'vi was just medical concern.

Thinking that way it even seems a kind of lame joke like a book cliché where you save a man's life and fall in love with him.

And that's exactly what happened, after the great war against the sky people, many na'vi were killed, maybe even him if it wasn't for Jake who enters the outpost too desperate asking you to save his brother, took hours, but the surgery was successful the projectiles of bullets were removed and his chest reconstructed. He spends days there until he decides for himself that it's time to return to the clan, though it's often the way him comes back to the outpost to mend his broken sutures and that's how that little crush grows.

There's no reason, apparently, Tsu'tey never treated you differently. There were a few times he spoke to you, but sometimes you liked to think that what made you fall in love was how handsome he was, with that stoic countenance, his scowl that adorns his face mingle with his intimidating personality that made him so attractive, not to mention the size difference. But there was something so different about Tsu'tey maybe it was his pride or his confidence. It could even be his voice, but no matter how hard you try you can't tell what it is, or the truth is there's no reason, you just like him.

And you're pretty subtle about it, but again not for Jake.

It was obvious his intention behind the kindness to show you more flora of Pandora, however you were too excited to finally see with your own eyes all the beauty of the omatycaia forest to realize it.

You weren't in security operations or was xenobotany, much less participated in the avatar program, you were just a medical surgeon who stayed inside the of the hell gates all the time treating anyone who was seriously injured but now that most humans were sent back away to the earth you have some free time to explore further which is why Jake volunteers but when Tsu'tey steps on your own makeshift space from the rest of the living area with one of those little masks around his neck taking the odd puff of air every five minutes impatiently waiting for you.

You're too intimidated to say no.

And too committed to bringing some specimen Norm begged you to bring back to him, to act like a child and run away from him back to the outpost.

Because there's something embarrassingly weird about being around Tsu'tey.

Oh Eywa, he doesn't even pretend to like the idea of ​​following you through the forest as he leads the way in quick, agile strides, not even caring that you're not behind him and when he realizes this, he stops and huffs impatiently waiting for you to catch up, and it goes all the way to that deeper part of the forest where the plants Norm needs, grow.

Most of them are unknown to you, but thanks to his quick explanation and with the help of the datapads you brought, you know how to collect each sample.

The first one you find is Panopyra, an unusual life form with jellyfish-like characteristics, an epiphyte.

A cup-shaped body is developed that collects water from dew and mist and condenses it into a kind of thick liquid and nourishing and healing syrup, also harmless to humans, its stems are similar to vines that feel and grow towards the ground. That's why it's so humiliating to have to stand up on tiptoe to collect the liquid inside the plant's body, and you do it so hastily that you end up tripping over your own feet with the impatient snort of the man behind you that's a bit of liquid drips onto your pants.

But your hands are quick to close the medium container with the transparent liquid, putting it inside your backpack to go after another plant because now all you want is to collect all the samples to go back to the outpost.

You're walking slowly, and Tsu'tey is impatient beside you, and although your eyes are fixed on the photo being displayed on the datapads in your hand, you're nervously tripping over your own feet every five steps you take, maybe because you're realizing how small you are compared to him, your head barely reaching above his navel, it also doesn't help the way his intense gaze watches every single thing you do.

But after walking a few meters it is finally there, in front of you is Paywll the plant whose height is 8'3 where only the top has the substance that Norm needs.

And there's no way you can collect the substance yourself, you need someone's help, someone as tall as the plant. And that Tsu'tey agrees to help you or Norm will be without the sample, which is bad for everyone, because that this particular plant has rapid healing properties for burns in humans. But you almost gave up when you turn around only to find him already looking at you with that scowl that makes him so handsome.

“ Can you please take a leaf from the top? I can't reach” You point to the plant in front of you, your other hand extending the empty container towards him. 

An awkward silence settles between the two of you as he seems as unperturbed as if not heard what you just said and your eyes roll back at his behavior, what did he want ? That you begged?

 “ If you do, it will be quick “

Quick is exactly the word Jake Sully says to talk him into doing this favor, and yet it's taking up a lot more of his time.

Tsu'tey walks over to you without bothering to take the container from your hand, he just extends his arm lowering his hand pulling the top leaf which is immediately replaced by another, holding it in front of your face, who takes it quickly placing it into the container and walking away, the corner of his lips forming an almost imperceptible smile as he mirrors your actions.

You are such an impatient little thing but at the same time so patient.

At least on the days he stayed at the outpost to tend to his wounds, Tsu'tey knew very well that he was never an easy person to deal with and most of the time his bad temper infected everyone around him except you, who seemed so patient, caring about him and his recovery, is an almost excessive concern that he secretly liked.

Tsu'tey didn't remember anyone caring so much about him, maybe it was his own fault.

But that wasn't enough for him to like you, you were still tawtute treacherous, greedy, destructive by their natures or so he says to himself because he doesn't think you're like that. The truth is he likes you, not romantically, he thinks, but he likes you, he likes being close to you, he likes your voice, and although it pains him to admit it, especially your human features, you are so much more. Beautiful than some young woman of his clan, and there's your scent, that scent that awakens something primal in him to the point where every part of him yearns to claim you as he would do to his mate, yet the rational part of him feels bad about it, for feeling this way about a woman…a human one.

But he can't help himself, that’s why he almost immediately accepts to do this favor to Jake Sully's for accompanying you into the forest.

His excuses to see you were running out, his sutures were completely healed, and soon he wouldn't have to go to the outpost for those regular checkups, but now he sort of regrets it, there's nothing very interesting about watching you collect all those samples, maybe he would like it better if instead he was showing off his skills as the best warrior in the clan, but he admits to himself that if that happened he would have a smirk on his lips as he flaunted under your gaze that would linger on his chest, biceps or around his waist like the many times you did when examining him.

Surely that way it would be easier to ignore that scent of yours, intoxicating, strong and seductive much more than the other times. It makes his ears tremble, but that's caused by the slight noise behind him that brings him back to reality. It's a shock of perception hits him when he doesn't see your little body near the plants in front of him and his tail slams hard against the soft moss on the ground, curling around his left leg as his nostrils flare, and he runs towards the scent, his body tensing into thinking you had been attacked by some creature because he was too lost in his own thoughts to pay attention to you.

Tsu'tey feels his heart pounding so fast against his rib cage, his four-fingered hand tightens around his bow, ready to protect you from any threat when he finally spots you crouched next to a flower, and it makes him feel foolish for the moment concern, anger giving way to relief, admiration at how beautiful you look like this with the sunlight reflecting off your face, as he watches you him notices your nose twitch and a glance of confusion on your face, and he follows your gaze staring at the mossy rocks, and so he finally notices the vigorous flower of five petals cut with vibrant shades of magenta and cyan an anther in a very faint pink that was it, the sweet and intoxicating smell came from the pollen.

He briskly walks over to where you are crouching in front of you and your attention snaps back to him, “Did you touched it ?”

You just nod your head and Tsu'tey curses immediately upon seeing your dilated pupils, and you're breathing breathless, his eyes dart to your smaller hands, and he holds them against his and looking closely for any color that is different from your skin and none of your muscles move, and yet he knew you were aware that something was wrong.

“ Come on, let's go back to the outpost” He gets up, still holding one of your hands for you to get up.

“ Why? Is it poisonous?” You point to the flower, your hand rubbing on your rough pants to wipe off the sticky liquid from the flower now burning.

A tingle ran down your arms, an itch in your nostrils. You sneezed, some translucent dust coming out of you that shuddered, your head throbbing wildly, a wave of dizziness blurring your vision the feverish sensation sinking into your body that staggers when you quickly pull away from Tsu'tey's grip that seems to make these sensations things worse however his hand quickly goes directly behind your back.

An almost frightened expression on his face and his mouth went dry, those symptoms seemed all too common to him.

“ This flower, makes the children sick. I fear it has the same effect on tawtute “

You throbbed at his husky voice and stronge accent, deep in between your thighs, what was that? Your vision clears and all the symptoms disappear, and you suddenly feel good for a minute because the scent of him now is as thick in your nostrils as a forest later of a heavy rain that makes your head spin, and your throat burn something very similar to your days on earth after drinking alcohol. The feeling flowing through your entire body as if you've been infected makes you completely dizzy, your hands become clammy with sweat suddenly and although Pandora's hot climate doesn't help with that however there is a relative coolness in the morning, but that's not enough to control the almost excessive sweat on your forehead that runs down your temple and neck disappearing in the valley of your breasts that rub against the fabric of the shirt causing a zing of electricity to go down straight to your core.

Shit.

You're wet, horny, silently begging for anything to stop that intense need for sex that takes over your body. There is an undeniable desire to be closer to Tsu'tey, feel the touch of his hands, his scent, his voice anything because it becomes impossible to control yourself much unlike the others you've been around him, you want him there and now that's when your thoughts seem to clear, and you panic, your mind screaming Sex Pollen the knowledge from the articles you read in your days on earth about an alien flower whose essence has different effects to humans, comes too late.

“ Aren't you listening?” Tsu'tey had to duck down, leaning to you, and he felt like he was suffocating. Your scent is overwhelming it's hard to ignore, and he fights the urge to breathe in exactly where that scent is coming from, also doesn't go unnoticed by him the way your thighs clench together. “ Are you in heat?”

“ I don't know what you're talking about,” You sniffled, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand, breathing in your own sweat as you took a deep breath.

“ I can smell you “

Your face pales into stillness, your eyes wide as he crouches in front of you face to face with you, his amber eyes glinting against the sunlight. His pupils are so blown that there's only a thin line of yellow. Shaking your head, you moved to take a quick step back, the movement matching the fear that Tsu'tey would scold you for your stupidity, perhaps even mock you for your wretched state.

You're hating how every part of you now wanted to be plastered to him, wanted to feel all of him, those thoughts would only make your scent worse, but it's so hard to fight it, maybe there was a cure, maybe Norm could help you with this.

Your cheeks burning and your eyes, meeting the ground in shame. “ I'm going back to the outpost, Norm can help me”

Tsu'tey tail whipping, on edge. He's not even caring about his bow now lying on the moss, his hand reaches for your waist pulling you closer a little cautiously. He didn't want to frighten you anymore, but something uncontrollably primal awakens in him at the thought of another man other than him claiming you, helping you through your heat.

 He couldn't say it, it wasn't right, and yet he does.

“ I can fuck you “

 A moan.

He can hear your breathing intensify and his tail whipping behind him sharply, he's tense, standing still, waiting, part of him hoping you'd refuse, another part knowing you wouldn't be able to when you lean more into him without even protesting, your small hand resting against his pectoral, he lets out a soft grunt the heat now pooling in his stomach from the unexpected touch. Tsu'tey leans his head nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing along your pulse point, and he suckles until you moan, that has his tail curling around your legs.

“ I never wanted to be fucked so bad as now, Tsu'tey,” You say, voice vulnerable.

It was the power of pollen that had you in heat, but he's entranced by the lust in your voice in the undeniable desire you feel for him too, and you could have him long before then at the outpost if you asked in front of all those tawtute, If your smaller hands had done more than just subtle touches against the skin of his body he would have gone ahead even with his sutures torn at the time.

You are impatiently.

His heart stopped when he heard what you just said and your gaze met his. Tsu'tey watched with open mouth when you reached out grabbing his hand, holding right between your thigs, he took a sharp breath oh, you’re so wet, all sticky and slippery that he can feel through the fabric of your pants, his eyes quickly focusing on your beautiful, flushed face, lips parted and swollen, the strands of hair that fell from your braid stuck to the forehead. Your full breasts that make it so hard for him to resist, the hand that was on your back now goes up to one of your breasts, and he delights in the feeling of them in his palms through the soft material of your top, a needy moan comes out of your mouth, your hips jerking and his fingers lightly touch your clit. 

Your furrowed brows, it wasn't enough, you needed more.

Jesus, you needed him.

“ Use me Tsu'tey please, you can give me anything more than that, and I'll take it” Your voice almost fading, throat parched.

A snarl came from him as if he had personally offended he, his hands dropping from your body, and a small part of you panicked, have you gone too far? But the sound of your voice hits him like a punch to the gut and goes straight to his cock, he gazes at you blinded by lust, he feels a little feral to hear you beg, beg for him like he always imagined, and you look beautiful like that.

Perfect.

He would give you anything you wanted, even if he still didn't know how, you were small and Tsu'tey never mated with a human either, maybe he should let you say how you wanted him, and he would be more than pleased to help.

His finger points to your sweat-damp shirt plastered against your torso, and you understand what he means, barely holding back, your fingers against the sides of your white tank top, lifting your arms pulling it under your head, and before you can even throw at the ground, he ducks his head down and bites at your throat, his flattened nose is sliding under your neck to your breasts inhaling deeply, and you gasp bringing your hand to his braids as he laves his tongue over one of your breasts.

He ducks his head and runs his tongue circles over of your right nipple a few times, sucking it, enjoying the way your breath stutters, and you whimper as his other thumb brushes over your left firmed up nipples. You feel butterflies in your stomach with the sensation of pleasure and yet it wasn't enough to quench the throbbing of your swollen clit, and he notices his hand pulling down the waistbands of your pants and his ears swivel to the clink of your belt, followed by a rush of soft breaths that causes him breaks away from your chest just enough for your nimble fingers to unbutton your cargo pants, and he feels his cock twitch under his loincloth when he saw you've been this whole time with nothing under your clothes, he almost groaned at how exposed you are to him now with that scent so intoxicating that he fights the urge to inhale deeply where the scent was coming from.

Right between your thighs.

It was where he needed to be, between your thighs, where maybe you would squeeze the sides of his head as he eat you out.

If you'd just let him, he would.

“ Tsu’tey, please ” You said, breathless, and he did, pulling away immediately and lying down against the soft moss of the forest.

His eyes filled with lust, and you couldn't help but giggle, realizing he wanted you to ride him.

Your legs resting on either side of his hips, and Tsu'tey's eyes dart to your face. An irritated snort comes out of his nose, your short breaths catch in your throat as you feel his big hands land on your ass, and he uses the grip to pull you so strong that you slide down to his chest, inching forward until you're hovering over his face and his warm breath sends a little shiver running down your spine.

“ Sit on my face” He growls, his hands squeezing the soft flesh of your ass.

Tsu'tey's impatient eagerness doesn't wait for you to respond or do what he tells you, he just pulls your hips down to bring you down on his face deeply inhales the scent of your wet and exposed sex, a sigh of satisfaction, and he's almost purring, but it's still not enough.

He presses a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh, his rough tongue licking your thigh so close to where you need him most. “ Let me taste that pussy.”

Fuck

That if, you weren't so needy you would have asked where he learned all those human terms, it certainly wasn't at Dr Grace's school, but whoever taught him knew exactly what was doing because just the combination of his husky voice and his strong accent saying those things almost makes you come.

And it takes a lot of self-control to not come when he starts to lick your clit, and you're totally stunned by the wave of heat that flows through your belly, your upper body sagging as your hips rock against the hot, wet heat of his mouth. 

It gets almost overwhelming immediately as he sucks, licks your clit and instinctively your thighs tighten around his head little sighs of satisfaction as you rub against his face chasing his tongue, so wet and rough that rubs against your swollen and sensitive cunt.

Oh, it feels so good, you feel overwhelmed and your thighs quiver around his face in just minutes.  

One of your hands drops to hold his braids as he wraps his arms around your back and encourages you to ride his face more tightly with a strong suction on your clit. Pulling the handful of hair into your hand, you're not expecting the way he gasps, or that his hips jut out in the air behind you.

“ Oh shit “ You sigh." Is so good Tsu'tey “

Tsu'tey makes an impatient sort of sound before tilting his head back from its position between your legs. His chest is heaving and his forehead is glistening with sweat, your eyes are fixed on his mouth, it's swollen and red and shiny, and you can't stop staring at him as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, grinning.

“ Your pussy tastes good tawtute ” He doesn't wait for you to say anything before he lowers his head back to start eagerly licking at you again.

You rock against his face, your clit settles on his tongue. It's enough for your stomach to tense, causing the hot tension in your belly to coil tighter and tighter until you're wrecked, ready for your orgasm. Your eyes close and your grip on, his braids tighten on your fingers when his tongue dips into your clit with absolute precision, your back arches as you come with a little cry, but he doesn't slow down sucking you through your orgasm.

Your legs are shaky, and you're bordering on over stimulation, yet you don't want to and can't pull away, your body is still tingling and burning, sweat is pouring down your forehead and your cunt clenching around nothing, and yet doesn't seem enough you want more, you're desperately wanting something deep inside you to fill you up, something like Tsu'tey's cock buried so deep inside your cunt that you'd never be able to forget if that were even possible.

You just needed to be fucked and Tsu'tey knows exactly that because he finally allows you to pull away, your hips pushing back sliding under his sweaty chest, your legs now on either side of his hips, your cunt pressed against the loincloth that barely covers his hard-on, and he lets out a groan as his lip curls over his teeth.

“ Still needs to be fucked isn't it impatient little thing? “ He groans, his hips contracting as he feels your sex clenching with his words, “ Do you think you can take me? You'll feel me here” His finger pointing just above your navel.

You blink in surprise, your thoughts clouding with delight that a part of you almost forgets that you're about to get fucked by a sexy alien and how big he must be? But there's no time to think about it because it becomes painful, that damn pollen hits much worse than before every part of your body demands you be fucked, waves of heat spreading against your skin, and he finally notices the change in pleasure for pain and Tsu'tey doesn't even ask what you need, he already knows.

And all too fast, Tsu'tey's whole big body just rolled over you, trapping you under his warm skin and big arms, he's still careful to keep most of his weight off of you that roll over in the space there is between the two of you, and he pulls away completely now on his knees mirroring your actions, and he groans in wonder at the tilt of your sweaty hips against the sunlight the palms of your hands against the soft moss your feet slightly apart baring every part of you for him

His hands are now on your hips, and your head tilts back to look over the shoulder in time to see him undo the knot of his loincloth, toss it carefully to his side, your mouth watering at the sight of his hard-on cock, the tip leaking with the pre-cum the bulbous tip of a bluer darker than his skin, almost purple, the sunlight makes his bioluminescence points so visible, small white dots that follow a pattern in almost his entire length.

A quick pull of your hips back, and you gasp, feeling his heavy erection pressed against your ass and two of his fingers slide into your cunt, almost easily with how slippery you are, your eyelids close and your back arches with how good is his thick fingers inside you pumping them slowly in and out, the wet sound loud mingle with the sounds of forest creatures as he concentrated on pressing just the right angle and depth to make you scream and clenching around his finger so perfectly.

Your knees almost give out, and you grab the moss at your side holding as if it could offer you some kind for solace ” Please, I'm ready Tsu'tey”

He wasn't so sure about it but doesn't say anything back because he needs that release, he needs to be inside you or else he thinks he comes right then and there.

He takes his fingers out of you, slowly lifting them to his mouth, his tongue swirling around his fingers, savoring your taste for a brief moment, only for the remnants of your sweet taste to linger on his tongue.

His four-fingered hand rests against your back, pressing you so gentle against the ground that your nipples graze in the soft moss, and you cry out, your cunt clenching around nothing again. He holds your hips against him, Tsu'tey breathes, his cock hard and unyielding as it rubs the tip against your clit just to hear you moan.

 When he does finally begin to push in, he does it painfully slowly. Your brow pucker, your lower lip sucked in between your teeth as you inhale sharply and whine, he wonders if he will fit, but you are so impatient that you hump your hips back and another inch of him pushes in inside of you and you both moan. 

Tsu'tey's fingers flex around your hips, and he lets out a low groan as he eases his pelvis back, and then pushes forward all at once until he’s halfway inside. You shriek, the pain of the stretch makes you try to lean forward, but his grip on your hips is firm, keeping you in place.

" Easy yawnetu, is it too much ? "

You don't respond right away, still trying to get adjust to his length as you try to catch your breath, your chest is heaving as your own body is trying to suck it in even more.

And the pain slowly fades away.

" Go on, I'm fine" You moan, face still pressed to the moss.

He purrs, chest rumbling soothingly as he slides deeper, your eyes are squeezed shut as you gasp, and Tsu’tey’s purring takes on an edge every time he eases his pelvis back leaving only the tip and then pushes forward all fully inside you again.

With a grunt, he begins to rut into you properly, you fit around him like a vice, so tight that it feels as though you’re trying to actually squeeze his cock right off, the wet heat of you steals his breath away, and he moans senselessly. He feels lightheaded with pleasure, and clutches mindlessly at the soft flesh of your ass, you moan, your pussy clenching frantically around his cock and Tsu'tey grunts a moan, bending over, his chest sweaty on your back as he presses kisses down your shoulders. The slow, almost excruciating thrust of his hips rocks your entire body forward and their balls slam against your clit. 

He's barely started fucking you, and it seems almost too much, there's something so enticing about seeing your small body taking him so well, the size difference drives him crazy, he's just as insatiable as the days when he's got in a rut, maybe it's the sight of taking you from behind, stretched taut around his cock that makes him feel that way, or it's your scent, or maybe it's just you.

Your eyes roll back with each thrust, he's making you feel so deliciously good that the tingling and ache in your body seems to almost disappear and just pleasure, overwhelming and raw that nearly sends you into another orgasm at the sound of his husky voice and panting between grunts when he speaks close to your ear.

" So tight around me, oh fuck, that's it." He mutters drunkenly, "Do you feel how deep I am, yawnetu? Right here" The palm of his warm hand palming the bulge above your navel.

You can only manage an embarrassingly breathy little moan in response, too lost in pleasure as you feel him hitting a spot inside you that makes your legs go weak, your jaw slacks making meaningless little sounds as he picks up the pace, hips rolling against yours, and Tsu'tey just snorts a wild sort of laugh his hand slides underneath you to start playing with your clit, it's enough for your toes curl and your pussy quivers uncontrollably the pleasure building in your belly.

“ Oh Tsu'tey” Your back arches when you come again

Your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open as your orgasm rocks through you. And you barely notice the heat has almost disappeared, and the excess sweat has subsided to almost nothing, except for the effort Tsu'tey is putting you through fucking you during your orgasm as your little body trembles.

His hips moved to pull out of you, he is aware of the limits of your human body, but your hands just grip the side of his thigh, pushing your hips back, making his cock open you again. A purr ripping through his chest when your cunt engulfing his cock again, warm, wet, tight inside, his strokes steadily became long and powerful, his hips slam against yours he thrusts hard and fast chasing his orgasm that is already hovering with force. Even though he is aware of your fragile body, he is careful enough not to hurt you, but it's hard to slow down with the wet sounds of your pussy and the sounds of the skin of his hips slamming against your ass frantically.

His head is clouded with the sole purpose of coming.

And his breathing is desperate panting, and his thrusts start to get clumsy but to his surprise, what pushes him to the edge is your almost silent voice. ” Cum inside of me “

A loud desperate moan, his eyes are closed, and his forehead falls against your back, his mind is blank and only the echo of your voice so seductive and the scent your that makes his hips stutter, his hands grip your hips as he feels his come finally flooding your cunt spilling over clit dripping onto the moss beneath you.

“Oh.” He groans, shivering as his knees give out, and he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you flat against the floor.

Tsu'tey is still aware of keeping most of his weight resting on his arms that are beside your head, and he buries his face in your neck and kisses your ear, enjoying the heat of their sweaty bodies weighed down by a moment before he turns and rolls away from you, laying on his back beside you, and he reaches out and wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you towards him so that you are lying on top of his body, your face pressed against his chest.

A beat passes, both of you breathing heavily, before Tsu'tey lifts his head to watch you carefully. “ Are you ok, yawnetu? Does it still hurt? “

It sure hurts, your cunt is sore from being so stretched out, and you'll definitely have trouble walking tomorrow, your hips ache, and your muscles burn, but it's so much better than the horrible feeling the pollen made you feel.

And now you never felt so good in your whole life.

“ I'm okay” You mumble, lifting your head to gaze at him” Yawnetu, huh? Just need to fuck me to be nice” You tease him grinning.

Tsu'tey's tail curls, his ears twitch in excitement, at the teasing in your voice, he sure liked that, he also liked how right you were, although he would never admit it out loud. He just needed to fuck you to be nice, to take away his uncertainty because now he realizes he likes you, romantically, it felt so right to mate with you, as if you were chosen by Ewya for him.

Tsu’tey chuckles, his hands petting absently the back of your neck, he nuzzles his nose in your hair. ” Be quiet vrrtep”

[lonelylonelyghost]

Love Like the Galaxy: trauma and vengeance done right

a.k.a forgiveness is overrated

So, we all know that Chinese dramas, especially historical ones, love to traumatize their characters in all kinds of ways: they are wrongfully accused, betrayed, killed, their family is killed, etc. You know, all the good stuff. And I'm all here for it, but.

The problem that I think many of these kinds of dramas run into is - they don't tend to portray how that kind of trauma can and will affect the characters. I'm sorry, but when you as a child witness your whole family's execution, there's no way that the only consequence of that will be the mild fear of blood, which then you can easily overcome once your love interest hugs you like one time, you know?

And I love my traumatized characters as much as the next guy, the more trauma - the better. But when it doesn't affect the character in any meaningful way, then what's the point? Where's the catharsis in that? Needless to say, seeing this kind of thing slightly upsets me.

And here is when Love like the Galaxy comes in.

We have two main characters:

Cheng Shao Shang, a girl that was abandoned practically since birth by her warrior parents and left in the care of her aunt and grandmother, which then treated her like crap. Her mother and father return from war eventually, but unfortunately things don't get much better. While left to fend for herself, Shao Shang has developed a vengeful and cunning personality. She's resourceful and creative, extremely petty and will fuck up anyone who dares to cross her, no matter who that is. These kinds of traits are not approved by people around her and especially her mother, who attempts to mold her into the more acceptable version of what is considered "a lady from high society";

Ling Bu Yi, an Emperor's beloved foster son and a general of like the coolest army ever. He's feared by everyone, and for good reasons - he's good in combat (this actor is amazing in action scenes), cold and absolutely brutal, be it in a battle field or in court. His purpose in life is to get to the bottom of the conspiracy that led to the massacre of the whole city and his clan when he was a child.

So, these two meet, and slowly develop a relationship (the guy falls for her at first sight by the way, while Shao Shang is terrified of him for like a good third of the drama, which was pretty fun to watch). And besides their love, one more thing that they have in common is - they don't forget and don't forgive.

And while they seem to influence and make each other better in some ways, this vengeful streak in both of them doesn't diminish in the slightest.

Cheng Shao Shang continues to resist her mother, the methods of which become more and more extreme, other people in court and seemingly the rest of society in their attempts to change her. She wants to preserve her sense of self no matter what. She retaliates every action against her tenfold, and would rather break than bend.

And Ling Bu Yi, while getting softer around Shao Shang and the people he trusts, in matters of dealing with the conspiracy seems as if possessed by something very dark that is eating him alive. He deals with most problems that arise without hesitation and with ruthlessness that seems almost sociopathic.

The climax (I'm trying very hard not to spoil anything, appreciate me)

And as we slowly uncover what really happened with the massacre, suddenly Ling Bu Yi's behaviour starts to make sense. What he had experienced was absolutely horrific. He had to hide his trauma behind a mask for years in order to get closer to his goal. All that fucked him up completely, made him who he is now, and it shows, and it matters to the story! Finally!

There is a choice that he has to make, a peaceful life with a person he loves the most, or revenge, no matter the consequences. The fire that has been burning within him makes that choice for him.

This all culminates at a certain birthday banquet. That whole scene, the fight, the reveal, the look on the dying man's face!!! No forgiveness. Absolutely delicious. MOAR BLOOD, MOAR!!!

Oh, but we're not done yet! Not only do we have the revenge, we have the aftermath!

The General made his choice, and Cheng Shao Shang, while still battling with her own demons, holds him to it. This scene, which I desperately want to call a Wedding one, even if it technically isn't, is also amazing.

And Cheng Shao Shang meanwhile, parallel to Ling Bu Yi's bloody bender, does something which involved much less murdering, but which completely blew my mind. She does not. Forgive. Her mother. She just doesn't. And holy shit.

No matter in what part of world you live and what kind of parents you have, filial piety is considered a given. Does not matter if they are just not great or outright horrible, you have to understand and forgive them, because tHEy arE FAmiLy (I'm projecting in case you haven't noticed). And in this Chinese historical drama, a girl who was abandoned and then abused by her mother, who is spiteful and always pays in kind, disregards all that. And she does not forgive people that wronged her, no matter who they are.

Anyways, watch this drama, it's great

[lazyalani]

| Gojo Satoru × Reader, Geto Suguru × Reader

| fluff, a tinge of angst, only a tinge, not proofread, first jjk fic, might be ooc, @rilzaly (this is my apology)

| Everything is blue (grey)

| Main Masterlist

| Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist (Soon)

everything is blue,

Loving Gojo Satoru was loving both a child and an asshole. Spoiled, brat, sharp tongue, childlish, jerk, no filter, the strongest, obnoxious, arrogant, handsome, reckless.

Many words to describe him yet he cannot help but still be loved.

You don't know if he can call them friends, but they are, Satoru has many friends despite his arrogant self. And it's because of his lively and fun nature, which you cannot help but also be drawn to.

his pills,

Loving Gojo Satoru is fun, exhalarating, thrilling, intoxicating, breathtaking. He's the one person you'll never get bored with.

In a way that you'd flip your hair on the ladies staring while both of you are walking down the streets. In a way that he'll never run out of ideas of what to do, regardless if it's crazy or not. In a way that you'll never get tired of staring into his eyes when his shades are off. In a way that you'll never get hurt in the midst of his fight when you both get ambushed because of the bounty on his head. In a way that he'll laugh out anything you do crazy and unbelievable. In a way that he'll be that supportive side kick when you want to do something whether it's good for you or not. In a way that he'll never bat an eye when you both spend his money on unecessary things.

his hands, his genes

Loving Gojo Satoru is inspiring, uplifting, interesting, bright. He's the one person who'll get you out of your ass.

In a way that it doesn't matter if you're sad, he'll drag you out somewhere and wing it. In a way that your broody and gloomy ass would be shaken up by his so called shining, shimmering self. In a way that your traumatized self would be inspired by his own bravery to face even the hardest opponents, regardless of it being his arrogance or not. In a way that he'll take away your trust issues because despite him being an ass, he'd never purposely let anyone get hurt, especially because of him. In a way that you know behind that energetic childlish side of him, there's always darkness lingering inside. In a way that he'll infect you with his fun.

and now i'm covered in the colors,

Loving Gojo Satoru is seeing every part of him. Seeing even the deepest parts of his self no one can see because he'd never let anyone know.

In a way that you'd notice every habit he does when he's up to something, when he's happy, when he's upset about something, when he's angry. In a way that you'd notice how his fists clench when he hears words from the clan and the higher shits. In a way that you'd notice when he just wants to teleport away and spend the rest of the day shopping for sweets around japan to calm down. In a way that you'd notice he needs something to keep him from losing it.

pulled apart at the seams, and he's blue

Loving Gojo Satoru, is also loving the other half of his soul.

and he's blue

everything is grey,

Loving Geto Suguru is calming, relaxing, chill, hypnotic, easygoing, leveled. He is the one person who's presence is something you'll never get tired of.

Many words to describe him and yet he remains so mysterious sometimes.

You don't know if you can call other people his friends despite many people prefering him over his bestfriend's arrogant nature, but there's just something about him that draws people in. There's something so charismatic and hypnotic about him that you can't take your mind off.

his hair,

Loving Geto Suguru is quiet, serene, peaceful, comforting, soothing, tranquil, settling. He's the one person you'd run to when you don't know what to do with your problems.

In a way that he's always quick with his comforting, sweet words. In a way that he always has something to say to support your shittalking about someone who made you cry out of anger and frustration. In a way that he's always ready to take you out somewhere silent to clear your mind. In a way that he knows what to do when you don't. In a way that he's always just there.

his smokes, his dreams,

Geto Suguru is a person who's very deep in his own principles. Someone who'll stand by what he thinks no matter who is on the opposing side. Calculating, poised, controlled, observant, levelheaded, calm.

He is a man of his words who sticks into every word and principle he stands by. And perhaps, it is also the reason why everything fell apart.

and now he's so devoid of color,

Loving Geto Suguru is seeing the deepest part of him even six eyes couldn't see coming.

In a way that you noticed how his eyes changed when he told you about the girl's situation. In a way that his hands shook when he told you he felt so sorry. In a way that you saw his resolved thicken when he decided they were going to help her. In a way that you saw his eyes turn even darker when the girl was announced dead. In a way that you saw the rage coming even before you saw his expression when the people around them rejoiced of her death. In a way that you knew everything would come crashing down before the fight even started.

he don't know what it means

Loving Geto Suguru is also loving the other half of his soul.

and he's blue

Loving both souls other halves was painful, tiring, exhausting. In a way that seeing them lose each other with the light in their eyes being put out physically made your heart hurt. In a way that seeing them without each other was confusing no matter how much time has passed. In a way that seeing them on opposing sides was burning your eyes. In a way that seeing the blue flame mourning for the black flame was agonizing.

In a way that you agonized with them.

In which despite everything, loving the soul as a whole was everything.

and he's blue

i think,

the worst part of it all wasn't losing him,

it was losing me

[attyisavailable]

Do you got any Haru and Aki general dating headcanons?

ABSOLUTELY

Also forgive me for my writing w/ them, I have not gotten far ✋️ (Haru is still stuck in kitsune form..)

Haru🌸

-Did he tell you that you look pretty/handsome today? Of course he did. This man does not waste a single opportunity to tell you how attractive you are.

-Shares clothes with you, and by sharing, I mean he hides his clothes in your closet. He absolutely LOVES seeing you in his clothes, he's got several reasons. Would you like the list? Of course you would, but I'm too lazy. One of his main reasons being that he just thinks they suit you, another main reason being that he's a little possessive and seeing you in his clothes reassures him that you're his.

-SPEAKING OF BEING POSSESSIVE. He is, but not to a concerning (*cough* Cole *cough*) amount. He's, as said in a dialogue before, used to being a lover. He's had lovers come and go, but you? Nawh, you stayed, and he's not letting that go. He trusts you with being loyal, though.

-Slighty envious of Fuyu's tails. He wants to cuddle you with that many tails, but he does what he can with the ones he got. He likes wrapping his tails around you, both around your waist if you're walking together.

-He'll listen to whatever music you recommend him, but he prefers playing anything romantic or with a certain vibe to it. Though he mostly prefers the sound of your voice (once did a pick-up-line like this).

Aki🍁

-A bit opposite from Haru. Rather than using words, he prefers using actions and gifts to show you affection (and steal kisses). Most of his gifts are probably stolen.. But it's not like you mind, right?

-Sometimes purposely gets himself stuck in his own traps and pranks just so you have to help him out. If you say he can do it himself, he'll give an excuse about having a hand cramp or a bad paw if he's in kitsune form.

-Boundries? What're those? He moved in the moment you cured him from the curse. Like Eli, he kinda just invited himself over. Think of it as him saying it was a sleepover, except his stuff is there 24/7 and he doesn't leave unless he's got something to do or a prank to set up.

-SPEAKING OF PRANKS, you ain't safe from them, buddy. If you wear makeup? He'll switch your foundation with face paint. If you read books? He'll find a book of the same cover, just blank pages. I guarantee you, it doesn't matter who you are or what your interests are, he'll find a way to mess with you a lil'. Loves seeing your confused or startled expression, thinks it's cute.

-He's a bit scared of losing you. He's the youngest out of the three kitsune, plus with what happened to the summer clan? He thinks he won't be able to protect you if anything were to happen, but he'll be fine after a little reassurance.

Mb 90% of this was me rambling

[kingsonne-zedecks]

I wanted to talk about some Cradle stuff so I pulled this put of my drafts and polished it up a bit. This came out of my own musings as well as a conversation on reddit regarding what childhood and early sacred arts looks like for different people in the world.

We see a lot of different people with different types of paths but we don't know much about most of them or how children choose them. In some circumstances

For some Paths, it's obviously a question of tradition, while others are more utility, and more are products of ambition. But what does advancement look like when those things are absent?

As I organized my thoughts I ended up making some categories of what different upbringings with the sacred arts might look like.

The Traditional

This encompasses many of the Paths we see in Cradle. These are the well trodden and firmly established "Paths of the Clan". Here is your White Fox, your Grasping Sky, your Blackflame, your Stellar Spear. These are paths that the vast majority of the clan or family follow in unison.

Tradition and competition for resources weigh heavily on these paths. A path of light and dreams doesn't necessarily lend towards farming, but the Wei still overwhelmingly practice the White Fox. Every person on the path becomes a capable combatant under this method, and they might need to be.

Children start following this Path at Copper and follow it the rest of their lives.

The Lesser Clan

This is the path of clans like the Redflower, but also applies to smaller families as well. These paths bridge the gap between Tradition and Utility. The family path is not so heavily tied to the concept of honor or combat. Its a path that serves a purpose, and it's a purpose that you are born to. This is the path of "my father and his father before him." The path of "sixth generation farmer" and "my daughter will take over the family business." Whatever the parents do, the child can expect to do as well.

This path also starts at Copper.

The Great Clan

We see this in the Akura and the Arelius. These clans have resources and knowledge and their people follow a variety of Paths. There is likely an influence towards one type of path or another, purely due to there being more resources and knowledge regarding that type of madra.

Its hard to know how a path starts in these families—how much influence a parent takes over the path of the child. This is the path of options. A child here might delay starting their path until they have chosen the perfect one. A child might have the perfect path chosen for them and begin working towards it from a young age. A child might choose to develop their own path.

The age and level of advancement that a child is when they actually start on their Path could be highly variable, especially given the possibility of advancing through the lower realms via elixir rather than cycling.

The Mighty Sect

These are schools such as the Cloud Hammer or Jade Eyes. They have strength and resources and a specific Path that they teach, but they are not one family or clan. Prospective students are drawn from other families through a variety of processes. Its likely that some students' parents pay for them to learn from the sect, or else deal in favors to get their child admittance. Its likely that there is some sort of admission process in which children prove their worth to join the sect.

Its unclear regarding the age of admission for these schools. Perhaps they only take pure Coppers, or perhaps any artist below Jade or even Gold whose core can be converted to the path.

The Pathless

This is the path of Mu Enkai. Poor individuals with no resources or training that don't follow any real path. They harvest whatever aura is either most plentiful or most related to the work they are likely to be doing. Techniques are rough and not necessarily even frequently used. Remnant for advancement to Gold is likely a matter of opportunity more than anything else.

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The rest of my ideas are only partially supported by direct text, and some of them are entirely the result of unsupported theory crafting and worldbuilding.

The Worker

These are people who know what they want to do, and choose a path that will get them there. Writers on Dream Paths, gardeners on Life paths, builders on Earth paths. These are the children that know that they want to be when they grow up and follow a path that helps them with that. Just like in real life, not many kids actually know what they want to do at the age of six and then happily stick with it.

The Ambivalent

This one is similar but different to the Pathless. Where a poor peasant might be denied the resources to advance beyond lowgold, there are probably a large number of people, particularly living in large cities, that just don't care. They are going to work jobs and live their lives in a way that the sacred arts don't really impact. They probably advance to lowgold like a child being pushed through high school. Maybe they select an aura type as a child based on their favorite color. Maybe they select a remnant based on the appeal of possible goldsigns. It doesn't really matter, they don't care, the sacred arts are merely an afterthought in their lives.

The Modern Middle Class

These are the Cradle Suburbanites. People that live in towns and cities big enough that they don't really have to worry about sacred arts battles for the most part. Their parents work at jobs and bring home scales and buy their children elixirs. The child advances based mostly on elixirs until they reach peak Jade, and are old enough to pick a remnant from the remnant store. Maybe they stop there, or maybe they advance, but they are old enough to choose for themselves at that point.

The Educated

This is the advanced form of Suburbanite. These kids go to modern style schools for the sacred arts. The school provides elixirs and training. The students are taught principles of madra and technique fundamentals. They have homework and quizzes and tests with practicals. When they get older they start to specialize and begin working more directly with the types of madra they want. The school library has information that the children can use to craft their own paths, or manuals from common paths for the children to choose from. The school provides a selection of remnants for the children to advance with and high level classes to help integrate remnants with the goal of advancement to Highgold at minimum before graduation.

The Village

These are children that grow up in small poor villages that don't have many resources or much knowledge and that aren't actively being oppressed by more advanced artists. There's not really a big push for advancement or any competition over it. Children might talk with different relatives, neighbors, and family friends before choosing a direction that sounds interesting. While not a Path persay, they do get taught little lessons on techniques and receive advice from the adults around them.

The Tutored

Inspired by Oz's childhood, these children are taught the fundamentals of the sacred arts by tutors. This can apply to a wide range of economic statuses, from the children of Lords with private tutors, down to village or city children whose parents pay the cost demanded by tutors of their status. Education is a blend of custom directed learning for the child and a direct passing of the knowledge of the tutor.