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hotluncheddie · 1 year ago

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high masking autistic steve snippet - a follow on from this and this

wc: 2.5k | rated: T | cw: none | tags: autistic steve harrington (and eddie but again this is about steve), hurt/comfort, established relationship, stimming

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Steve is spending the evening doing one of his new things. Where he takes time to just be. It’s recovering, or Stevie time, or whatever Eddie and Robin have decided it should be called.

He’s alone basically, and it’s nice, because he’s letting it be nice. Letting it be restful.

It’s for when he’s had a meltdown. Or can feel one coming on, because now he’s starting to recognise what overstimulation feels like on his skin. How it prickles at the back of his neck if his breaks cut short, makes his vision vignette if something too unexpected happens.

Learned that after something like that he’ll need to rest. Needs time.

And it’s not lazy. It’s not. (Sometimes it still feels like it is.) (Weak…that word always plays in the deep, scathing tone of his father’s voice…and selfish.)

He’s on the couch, it’s dark, he actually feels really comfortable, and he’s watching The Breakfast Club. Watching it again. It’s his favourite, it feels like his. But he doesn’t like watching it with other people because they might notice how much he likes it and he doesn’t want that. Can’t be seen like that.. Embarrassing.

So he watches it alone, when he gets home from work. He pauses whenever he wants, rewinds, pauses. Takes a deep breath, rewinds, pauses, stares into space.

He also pauses to eat the snack he brought in. Actually tasting the food bc it’s the only thing he has to focus on. No lights, no sounds. He forgot how much he likes oranges when they’re ripe. Harder to taste if he has to listen at the same time. So, on a day like today, he lets himself do stuff one step at a time.

It’ll probably take him double the normal run time to get all the way to the end. But who cares? It’s his time.

The weird girl’s parents driving off; that feels like him. The jock’s Dad letting him off easy; that doesn’t feel like him. ‘No schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case.’ Maybe that does feel like him. Before through. A long time ago now.

He claps sometimes. Keening high in his throat, a little happy hum that he only lets himself do when he’s alone like this. He does it after he whistles the same tune they do. And during the scene of them running around the corridors. It’s exiting. Makes his lips stretch wide and his feet flap around. He claps. Once. Twice. It feels good.

He laughs at the characters. How they merge together with bits of his friends. He feels that swell of happy sad emotion looking at the jock when he first comes in, acting above the others, only seeing Molly Ringwald. He lives through a couple flashbacks of himself. Resigns to actually watch them, sit in them, begins to process who he was. Who he’s becoming now. Something like forgiveness tasting sweet on his tongue. He cries a little; that swelling and shifting as buried emotion finally passes. It overcomes him sometimes when he lets his mind relax.. He rewinds, and he laughs.

“Stevie?”

Steve starts, fingers tangle in the blanket in his lap. Brain slow to process the change, the information. Eddie slipping through the door and coming over to him. Eddie dipping to look at Steve’s face, trying to catch Steve’s eye. Eddie smelling like cigarettes and crisp autumn air, it’s nice, but, it’s a lot. Panic sits bubbling somewhere in him. He wasn’t expecting this.

“…Eddie?”

“Hey sweetheart. I know you had a shitty day, but Wayne’s at home with a headache and he needs to sleep it off. Wouldn’t’ve been able to stay quiet enough for him.”

Steve breaths in and out a little quickly. Eyes wide.

Maybe it’s okay. Eddie knows he had a bad day. Maybe it’s okay.

“I’ll sit in the kitchen, work on my campaign, just forget I’m here.” Eddie speaks quietly, almost a whisper.

He stares at his hand in his lap. “..You won’t, listen?” Steve feels small. Knows he’s not, his frame broad and strong. But, he needs small. Wants his world small tonight, slow. Wants to stay hidden. Him and the couch and the film and nothing else.

Eddie just shakes his walkman and smiles (in that pointy way that makes Steve’s toes curl).

“Kay” Steve whispers, still wary, off kilter. But accepts the kiss Eddie drops on his head, tangling their fingers together for a breath. Steve leans forward for a kiss on the lips. It’s deep, and lovely. Steve can smell Eddie’s cologne. Feels where the chill bit at Eddie’s nose. He shivers.

“No cooking.” Steve mumbles while their lips are still close. Small smile pulling at his face, eyes sharp, waiting for Eddie to get it.

Eddie groans quietly in embarrassment but his eyes are soft and molten and Steve’s toes curl up again. “Course not baby, not again. Once you’re hungry just come through, yeah? Make us something nice.”

And the light of the kitchen doesn’t reach the couch. And Eddie listens to his walkman loud. And Steve’s safe. It’s Eddie. He’s not listening. Steve’s safe.

His favourite scene; Bender and Claire in the stock cupboard. The way he looks so shocked, the way she bites her lip. ‘Why’d you do that?’ ‘Because I knew you wouldn’t.’ Steve whispers as they do. Claps. It’s such a good scene. He’s exited. He claps again. Rewinds to just watch her face. Rewinds to just watch his. Rewinds and watches the whole scene again. Wraps his arms around his middle and squeezes. Pauses on the kiss. He rubs his fingers agains his mouth. Giddy excitement bubbles in his belly. He hums high and happy again. He loves this movie.

The weird girl gets a makeover, the jock really likes it. He feels like the weird girl sometimes, maybe Eddie can be his jock. Maybe he should get a makeover. Maybe keep growing out his hair. Maybe Eddie would like that.

The credits roll. Bender’s fist in the air. Steve drifts on the couch, eyes closed. He breaths deep, his stomach growls.

He pads through to Eddie. Squinting. Too bright. “D’you mind?” He motions to the lights, his eyes too adjusted to the dark and he doesn’t even wanna try and adjust them back.

‘‘Cause. What we making?”

Steve hums, goes into the pantry to see what’s easy. Eddie slips in behind him, hand on his waist. “Pasta?” Steve asks but Eddie doesn’t reply, just turns him gently. Nudging him to step back into the corner.

Eddie looks at him, dips forward to place a slow kiss on his neck. “Why’d you do tha..’ Steve’s words dry up in his throat.

“Because I knew you wouldn’t” and Eddie’s eyes are sparking with glee.

Eddie heard him.

He listened.

Steve’s feels himself flush hot, embarrassed and ashamed. “Ah, I, uh.” He can’t explain it, why he had to watch it so many times, why it makes him so exited. He crosses his arms over his chest. Turns back to the shelves of food and picks a can at random. Shoving out of the room.

“Steve?”

Eddie said he wouldn’t. He listened in on him. He said he wouldn’t. He’s making fun of him. Steve knew he should’ve told Eddie to go home.

“Stevie? What’s wrong?” But Steve doesn’t want to talk to him. He’s so angry, So ashamed, of himself. What if Eddie heard him clap too, heard him make that high noise, like a fucking baby, like some freak.

He puts the can on the counter with way too much force, corn, not what he fucking wanted. His hands are shaking. He stares at them, wills his tears to stay behind his lash line. He got too comfortable, he can’t do that. Why is it so hard to pretend now, when it used to be so easy.

“Steve, tell me what I did, please.”

“‘M fine” Steve’s insides feel too big, pushing against his skin, itchy all over. He squeezes himself around his middle again, digging his fingers in hard.

“Don’t do that, you know I hate when you bullshit like that.” Half lovely, half scathing.

The word stinks, a stab to the gut. But Steve gets it, he does, they talked about it. He bites his lip, hard.

Its old habits or whatever. Because Steve, he loved fine. Liked sinking his teeth into it; toxic waste green coating his mouth and lungs. Thick and delicious. Because fine gets you out of it. Fine gives you translucency. Controlled balance. Everything appearing a none issue, the perfect in-between. Steve was perfect at coming off as something to not worry about, someone to be ignored. It used to work in all situations; can’t get told off if you’re fine, cant do anything wrong, teachers didn’t look twice, his parents wouldn't shout. By staying half alive, never letting anyone too close, never filling your lungs up all the way. That was the fine Steve adored.

“You were literally just watching a movie. I dunno what the big deal is.” and there’s frustration, confusion, in Eddie, Steve thinks. He feels himself tense up, glance over.

Eddie must see something on his face. See that scared little animal prowling around within him. Because Eddie softens, his voice gentle. “Steve.. it’s nothing I hadn’t heard before.’ And Steve’s teeth clamp together with a click. He’s done that, his clap and his high hum, in front of Eddie before? Steve tries to swallow, he can’t, a lump too big and sticky in his throat.

He can’t look him in the face, angry tears still threatening to spill “You said you wouldn’t listen.” He’s mumbling. He sounds even more like a kid. Stupid. Grow up.

“I heard a little but I was just flipping the tape over, I wasn’t trying to snoop on you Stevie… You just, you sounded happy.”

Steve huffs. Glances at Eddie. That soft underbelly of his whining, because with Eddie, Steve yearns. Yearns for close. Yearns to be seen, and understood.

“You didn’t mean to?”

“No, it was just when I was turning the tape.”

Steve forces a deep breath.

“You think I’m weird. You hate me.” He whispers it like it’s true. A big part of him believes it, his tears welling up. Feels rejected. Knows that feeling too well. Hates it.

“Always like you Steve. Always.”

Steve grunts, a tear slips out, rolls down his cheek.

“‘M embarrassed” comes out like an ugly sob. Steve scrubs his palms on his cheeks, feeling how red hot they are. Glaring at the countertop. “I’m embarrassed!” But it’s just Eddie. It was just Eddie.

Eddie comes over, slowly draping himself over Steve’s back. “Nothin' to be embarrassed about, love.” And Eddie leaves soft kisses on Steve’s neck, squeezes his waist. “You looked cute on the couch like that. Like it when you’re happy.” Steve tries taking another deep breath but it shudders.

Embarrassed, angry, sad. Embarrassed, confused, angry. Frustrated, embarrassed. Tired.

Emotions wash over him. He’s learning to try and just feel them, name them, pick them apart. Some bubble back up to the surface, some only needed to be seen once.

Steve turns to bury his face in Eddie’s neck. He sighs, rubs his face into Eddie’s warm skin. shaking his head, likes how his lips feel moving against edie’s soft parts.

Tired, hungry, embarrassed, hungry.

“’M tired. I dunno what to eat.” He whispers, and then because he said it it’s like there’s space in his brain. “Want pasta.”

“Pasta it is then. And then we can sleep, yeah?” Eddie rocks them gently side to side, kisses the side of his head and slips away. Goes to get the box from the pantry, puts the corn back. Steve gets a pot out of the cupboard.

Staring into the water, the tips of his fingers prickle. Steve fizzes with energy and emotion. All pent up and annoying him. Needs it out. He clicks the flame on.

He starts pacing around the kitchen island. In big striding, stomping steps. “Ugh! You think I’m weird. Some weird guy who acts weird and does weird shit.” Steve grumbles. Annoyed. He smacks his palm quick and hard against the counter top. Keeps stomping.

Eddie comes back and starts following. Stomping and prancing like some court jester. “I like that you’re weird! You know, I have one episode of the Twilight Zone taped. It’s my third one. I watched the other two so much the tapes broke.’ Steve lets a little shout slip from him “Ha!” bubbly and forceful. Dislodging something within him. Like when a tooth finally falls out.

Feels good.

“I only like one brand of spaghetti hoops. Wayne once bought me a multipack for Christmas. Best fucking gift I ever got.” and Steve’s laughing now. Giggling and manic and still stomping around the island.

“I like how it feels to brush my teeth. I’ve never had a filling. I fucking love brushing my teeth, Eddie.” and that makes Eddie laugh now too. Two freaks stomping around the kitchen. A king and his jester, lit up by moonlight.

Steve turns the corner and stops short, still giggling. Eddies bent at one knee, presenting the box of pasta to him. “My liege.”

Steve claps, hums, high and keening. The waters boiling.

“How’d you feel now?’ Eddie asks around a mouthful of cheesy pasta.

Steve curls up tighter into the corner of couch, wraps both hands around the warm bowl. Glances at Eddie across from him. “Still kinda embarrassed.”

Eddie looks so soft, so kind, across from him. “I’m embarrassed too, to be honest. You love that movie, I thought you’d like me doing that. Kinda like when we, when we kissed upside-down, like I was Spider-man” Eddies sentence get quieter towards the end, mumbly, spoked into his bowl, cheeks dusted pink.

Steve strains to hear him. Smiles once he puts the words together.

He shovels pasta in his mouth. Eyes closed. “You are so annoying Eddie Munson. Why’d you even come here tonight, you coulda gone anywhere.” Steve sinks further into the couch, it’s really good pasta.

“Missed you.” Eddie says it like it’s simple, easy, and warmth drips over Steve’s skin.

Eddie clears his throat, Steve feels him fidget. “Wanna maybe.. You think we could live together one day? Want you to be able to do whatever you want with me around Steve. Breakfast Club on all the time at our place, kay?” And Steve’s throat constricts, that’s a big change, living with someone, moving out. But maybe with Eddie it could be okay, if they did it together, slow.

“Yeah, kay. One day.” Softly, bit by bit. Little bits. Steve can get there. Let Eddie in, let Eddie see. “But no to Breakfast Club on all the time.” Because some times, some days, some things, are just for him. Steve needs it that way. And that’s okay.

He stretches out further on the couch, feeling syrupy and nice, easy smile playing at his lips. “I like it when you kiss my neck though, you can do that again.” And that makes Eddie grin all pointy, put their bowls to the side and crawl over him.

Steve’s toes curl and he hums, high and happy.

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tagging those who asked mwah! @2jug2head @lil-gremlin-things

but also people who i think might be interested (sorry if ur not lmk and i won't again) @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @steventhusiast @sugarcookiesteve @spectrum-spectre @irethsune

#hope u enjoy!!#autistic steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #hotlunch #my fic #once again #steve harrington needs a hug #and once again #he gets one #lmk if u liked it #i can’t tell u how many times i’ve watched the breakfast club dude #there’s just something about it

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therainscene · 2 years ago

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Much of the supernatural horror that Will has to contend with works extremely well as a metaphor for his issues -- the Upside Down is the closet, the monsters represent homophobia, his powers are as repressed as he is, yadda yadda -- and in my opinion, this makes him a relatively easy character to analyze. Being able to draw on the supernatural stuff just gives you a lot more material to work with.

Mike, though? A goddamn enigma. He’s often present when supernatural stuff is happening, but he doesn’t interact with it to anywhere near the degree that Will does, and it’s much harder to fold him into the allegory being told here without reducing him to “Will’s love interest”.

And that’s interesting, don’t you think?

That the “stereotypical” gay boy who attracts homophobes like moths to a flame has had his issues laid out in code since the beginning? Whereas the straight-passing one, who’s so deep in the closet he’s probably not even out to himself yet, is so hard to read that most of the GA assume his bizarre personality change in S3 was a symptom of bad writing?

Figuring yourself out as a queer is a challenge even today, and part of the reason it’s so challenging is because heteronormativity steamrolls right over our right to know that being queer is a valid option.

The closet isn’t a queer space -- it’s a queer-shaped void within a heteronormative space.

Stranger Things is full of examples of this:

Will isn’t shy about expressing his disgust at the thought of dating girls, but he’s dealing with a lot of childhood trauma so he’s just a late bloomer, right?

Will is jealous and upset about his new step-sister’s relationship with the boy he’s been attached to at the hip since he was five, but it must be because he’s in love with her or otherwise misses his platonic buddy, right?

El’s character arc is about freeing herself from toxic relationships with men, but her infatuation with the boy who puts her on a pedestal is the one exception to that, right?

Robin shows zero romantic interest in men before coming out, but she and Steve just vibe so well it’s reasonable to assume they’re love interests, right?

Vickie paused Fast Times at fifty-three minutes five seconds, but she has a boyfriend so she must be straight, right?

Over and over, the show presents us with an ambiguously queer situation and dares us to assume it’ll end heteronormatively.

If this were any other show I’d call it queerbaiting... but these situations just keep ending in a non-heteronormative way, all while symbolically dancing around Mike.

Granted, “non-heteronormative” doesn’t necessarily equal gay -- El’s arc is more about independence and forging healthy platonic relationships than about replacing men with women -- but she’s still on the path to breaking out of comphet, which is rather a queer act regardless of whether she's literally queer herself.

But I’m digressing.

We’ve seen how Will is visibly queer and struggles with the trauma of being abused for it, and how his closet is symbolized by the existence of a literal alternate dimension full of monsters.

But Mike is invisible, so his closet isn’t represented by a metaphor at all, but by something more meta than that -- it’s etched out in the negative space formed by the narrative itself. Only the audience can see it, and then only if we’re paying attention, tracing the edges of the story and feeling out the shape it results in.

These two different approaches in depicting the struggle of being closeted remind me of drowning.

In films, drowning is a noisy and dramatic affair, easy to identify.

But in real life, drowning doesn’t look like what we think it does -- it’s silent and resembles calm water play. All too often, drowning victims will quietly slip under and succumb helplessly to the depths...

...right under everyone’s noses.

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #my analysis

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igotlovestruck · 2 years ago

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DAISY, DAISY | pg10

PAIRING: pierre gasly x reader

DETAILS & WARNINGS: pregnancy, mentions miscarriages, birth

WC: 829

A/N: again, from baby reveal 📸! i plan on making little stories from that ig au, so here’s pierre’s version! ❤️ i also plan on making one for the other drivers (clement, dennis, felipe, marcus & pato) but like a different one, not specifically dad!au HAHAHA does that make sense? lol idk i’m rambling 😭 but anyway, enjoy!

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

pierre couldn’t believe it, it felt as if he was dreaming when they placed the baby in his arms. daisy anthoinette gasly was small in her father’s arms, the new father felt his heart skip a beat when the baby coos in his arms. she’s a perfect mix of the two of you; nose and lips from the ricciardo’s and the beautiful, captivating blue eyes from the gasly’s.

you share the intimate moment between the father and daughter. tears escaping your eyes as you watched your fiancé hold your baby for the first time. daisy anthoinette was a miracle you two have. after experiencing three miscarriages, you were on the brink of giving up your dreams of building a family with the love of your life. until one day in australia, after pierre went surfing with your brother, he saw you standing in the middle of the beach, waiting for him with pregnancy tests in hand.

“for real? mon amour, please tell me this is real…” he said, voice cracking as he held the two sticks in his own hands. you couldn’t speak, smiling and crying at the same time as you nod your head. pierre pulled you gently in his arms, planting a kiss on your temple. “baby, how do you feel?”

“i’m… i’m scared, p. i’m scared it’ll happen again.” you reply, referring to your previous miscarriages.

he never let go of you, letting you sob in his arms as he said: “baby, i know it’s scary but we’ll do everything we can to keep you two safe. i’m always here for you, if i have to quit racing just to take care of you two—i would.”

the nurses have left the three of you alone, congratulating you for a safe and successful delivery of your firstborn. pierre was in the zone as he stared at his daughter in awe, he couldn’t hear anything but her tiny coos. your pregnancy journey with daisy was hard, but thankfully his mother and your mum would help you most of the time because pierre was away most of the time.

waking up in the middle of the night with the most excruciating pain on your stomach was one of your biggest fears, but thankfully, pierre was right next to you and was able to assist you to the car. he returned to milan, just in time for daisy’s arrival. she wasn’t supposed to be born until after a few days, but the girl was so excited to welcome herself in the world and meet her parents.

“pierre, she’s going to be with us forever. stop staring and give me, your fiancée, some attention too!” you joked, causing pierre to laugh and avert his eyes from daisy to you.

“as much as i want to stare at her, i feel like i’m about to burst out crying any second now.” he chuckled, “mon amour—”

achoo! daisy sneezed, probably the cutest and smallest sneeze you’ve ever heard in your entire life and that brought a huge smile on pierre’s face. “i think i’m gonna cry, for real now” his voice cracked, “don’t tell daniel or charles though”

you smiled at him, “cry, pierre. she’s worth the tears.” you say, “and i’m definitely telling my brother and charles”

hours have passed and daisy was sleeping peacefully in the hospital baby crib, an hour for you and pierre alone. after you had pierre staring at daisy, he was now staring at you. you two have gone through ups and downs, yet here you are, staying stronger than ever—with daisy to join you in this journey together. “okay, now you have to stop staring at me” you chuckled, your hands found his cheek and the pads of your fingertip brush along his beard. “what’s on your mind, baby?”

he gives you a small smile, shaking his head lightly as he felt his cheeks heat. “nothing, just…” he sighs, “with daisy being here now, i remember the early days of our relationship… remember when we first moved in together?”

“daniel almost lost his shit when i told him i was moving with you in milan” you laugh, “our very first night together, you confessed that you feel safe in my arms and i told you that you were such a big baby.”

pierre nods his head, “now we do have a baby of our own… well, our miracle baby.” pierre leans over you, slowly connecting your lips together for a sweet kiss. a routine pierre and you have every night.

“we’re so in love, aren’t we?” you whispered, he gave you a nod.

pierre held your hand in his, squeezing it gently as he brought it in front of his lips before kissing the back. “thank you for giving me daisy. it wasn’t an easy pregnancy, but i’m glad we’ve conquered it together… you’ve conquered your fear, mon amour.”

you know hearts don’t break around here… daisy was now here to fill your hearts with joy and happiness.

yourusername and pierregasly

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ynricciardo daisy is enjoying her stay in australia and in the arms of her grandparents 🌼🇦🇺 it feels so surreal to think that it’s been a year since we found out i was pregnant with our little flower and now she’s here 🥹❤️

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fan1 daisy looks so big now 🥺

ynricciardo ikr!! time goes by sooo fast, soon enough she’ll be walking around the paddock

pierregasly oh god i’m not ready for that

pierregasly but she’ll be the cutest baby there 🥹

danielricciardo the look on mum and dad’s faces! 😆

ynricciardo dad looks so happy, danny! wish you were here tho 🥹

pierregasly those balloons sure kept her entertained for a good amount of time 😄

#pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly oneshot #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 fan fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula one x reader #formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine

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mythartist21 · 10 months ago

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Redesigning the villains for my Wish rewrite and I thought of something cool

Why does Amaya cover her ears?? In the concept art it’s nowhere to be found or that’s what I think

Spoilers for my rewrite, she becomes the plot twist villain who betrays asha, Aster, and her friends to stop King Magnifico

I’m curious what’s more scarier, a wife losing her husband or her husband losing his wife? (Please reply I’m curious)

I’m gonna write as short and simple as much possible cause I don’t like writing very complex stories (easily gets distracted and lost). I don’t have names for some characters, so get for a bunch of nicknames

King Magnifico

So for King Magnifico, it’ll be a mix of Scar and Tai Long

What’s upon a time, there was a long line of rulers of Rosas

A King Alcohol and Queen Morte, has two sons, prince Magnifico and Prince Naïve who was just barely born, when Queen Morte died of childbirth. King alcohol became an alcoholic sad and depressed about Queens passing.

Prince Magnifico became greatly skilled with magic and leadership thanks to their Royal Wizard while Prince Naïve grew fair and kind, but he is not as strong as Magnifico is.

King Alcohol dying wish was for the youngest son to be the next king. Magnifico questions about this, King Alcohol said that their royal wizard said in context “you’re going to become evil if you don’t fix your bad habit, so it’s best for prince naïve to be king.”(which not true and what the royal wizard was warning about King Alcohol wish and if he doesn’t fix his bad attitude and habit, prince magnifico will become evil, he got fired for his poor guy)

And so Prince magnifico made a plan to destroy the kingdom his father and brother and with his power, he can fix it all as a “hero“. Until, he heard that Prince naïve is going to be wed with princess Amaya from a neighboring kingdom….

Queen Amaya

Once upon a time there was a prince and an peasant woman who is an alchemist was so deeply in love with each other. That prince’s daddy did not like this, because he was a sexist, believing that smart women are witches.

So the prince’s daddy send, the poor alchemist to the dungeons so that the alchemist doesn’t “hurt or kill the prince”

The prince asked his daddy about his girlfriend’s whereabouts, and the daddy said “that witch dumped you because she is dangerous and wanted to hurt you, you cannot trust them witches”

And the prince is so gullible that he believed this, and he has set to marrying a princess from a neighboring kingdom

One year later, Miss alchemist escape from her prisonment and goes “ yay I’m free what’s today’s news?” She later finds out the king jerk dumped her for another girl, and is having a party for their newborn baby girl named Amaya, and everyone was invited

And, of course, Miss alchemist did not like this furious she came to the party, uninvited and cursed their daughter to be a dragon and unfertile

King jerk:“it’s broken by true love, right?”

Miss alchemist: “ha ha, no”

King jerk fears this and ask his royal advisors what to do. The Royal advisors lied to the king of a made up story,that there was a similar scenario, where a witch curse a princess is to be ugly forever until she was married to someone by true love, and then that’s when she became the most beautiful woman in that land. And, of course, King jerk as gullible as he can be believes this,

The royal advisors did find a magical crystal that could harness princess Amaya‘s dragon curse, and use it as a necklace. but as shown in the sketches below, that it kind of works and has to cover up her dragon features

How they met

When Prince magnifico heard about this, he thought part of his evil plan to make princess Amaya fall in love with him and make her his queen. But when that happened Amaya and magnifico actually fell in love in first sigh, no love spell or potion needed.

They did hang out for a little bit before princess Amaya‘s marriage and prince magnifico ask her to be part of his plan.

Princess Amaya wants nothing of this and prince magnifico warns her about the peoples opinion when they find out who she really

princess Amaya shock thinking how the heck does this man knew about this and why he not disgusted or scared at all? Magnifico later on explains that he recognized the jemthat princess Amaya was wearing that it could hold curses

Amaya reveals what her curse to magnifico and he doesn’t care at all, because he’s that in love with her. Princess Amaya refuse to be part of the evil plan, and marries to prince naïve, until when she realized that the curse was not broken. She decides “you know what I like magnifico and he likes me why not”

And so, when magnifico steals a star from the sky, to make him powerful, he created plagues around the kingdom feminine, darkness, and he dragged destroying their land, which is Amaya that causes the death of Prince naïve and king alcohol. magnifico and Amaya became the next rulers after “saving roses” with magnifico power of wishes

I’m still working on my Wish rewrite I hope you guys like it

Mythical out!🩵✨

#ibispaintx #mythical artist art #wish disney #digital art #disney wish #disney #wish 2023 #wish movie #king magnifico #wish magnifico #queen amaya #magnifico x amaya

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sitp-recs · 7 months ago

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hi liv!! <3 recently ive been very into harry/george, i was wondering if you had any recs for that? thank you so much, i hope you have a great day xoxoxo

I got you, anon! Writcraft sold me on this ship back in 2020 and I’ve been slowly making my way through their tag since then. Such a great rare pair! Here are some recs for you, enjoy :)

Stepping Out by Alisanne (T, 900 words)

Harry is sent to talk to George.

After Hours by torino10154 (E, 1k)

Harry stayed behind with George to help tidy up the shop and, after a bottle of Wicked Witch of Western Wales Wine, well, one thing led to another.

Highland Fling by sliebman10 (E, 1.5k)

While on holiday, Harry and George decide to try on kilts. They are very taken with the different look, and one thing leads to another.

Maybe by Vorabiza (T, 5k)

George and Harry need some time alone to heal, but being alone together opens up new possibilities.

See You Next Week by TwoAces (NR, 5k)

George is struggling to cope with the death of his twin, and Harry just wants to get through to him. He doesn't realize quite how torn up he is, himself, though, and through their attempts to heal each other they discover they are very much in love.

Tell Me (We Belong Together) by Maggs0607 (M, 6k)

Harry isn't sure when or how it happened, but one day he looks around the Burrow table and realises that in the three years after War, George Weasley has become his best friend.

Just Like You by @wynnefic (E, 9k)

Of friendship, grief, and getting it on with a polyjuice version of your deceased loved ones. (Polyjuice: Fred/George and Harry/Sirius). Cw: incest

Hopelessly Devoted To You by @writcraft (E, 10k)

Harry and George watch a lot of musicals and accidentally fall in love.

Two out of Three by @wynnefic (T, 15k)

A few years after the war, Harry thinks he has the ideal life. He's working his way up to his ideal job, he's still together with his Hogwarts sweetheart, he's got a couple of great friends, and he's love potioned to the gills.

Evergreen by @thecouchsofa (T, 23k)

Harry asks George to the Yule Ball because it’ll be a laugh and he’s in dire need of one of those. If George can continue to keep his crush under wraps it should all go swimmingly.

May Contain Nuts by scoradh (E, 32k)

After Voldemort is defeated, the script for Harry's life comes to an end. Unsure of what to do with his life, he does nothing. Only one person is on hand to show Harry that a hero is not the sum of his vanquished enemies, but he's got problems of his own. Cw: major character death

Sunshine on Leith by GobletOfCider (M, 78k) - Muggle AU

After years of running from his problems, avoiding family and anything that resembles stability, George finds himself a little bit smitten with single dad, Harry. Settling down in Edinburgh was never part of the plan, but it just might be everything he didn't know he needed.

Bonus: minor Harry/George

A Season in Amber by Thevina (T, 8k) - Dron

Nowhere in Draco's job description does it state that because he's an Unspeakable, he's skilled enough to retrieve Ronald Weasley (or anyone) from beyond the Veil. But when Potter gives him no other options but to join him in this literal death-defying endeavour, Draco does exactly that. If only finding Ron had been the hardest task.

Inevitably Everything by CheekyTorah (M, 8k) - Dron

Ron didn’t need help finding a date.

Sad Girl Fall by yrfrndfrnkly (M, 20k) - Pansy/Luna

Pansy's been watching Luna follow her autumn vibes wherever they take her for six years. This year, she follows along.

#asks #anon #hp rare pairs #Harry x George

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idontplaytrack · 6 months ago

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Heyyyy I have a request but like I don’t know what character so I’ll leave that up to you

Reader has been a little distracted by the pretty girl that recently started working at the same place as her…will she make a move? Is the pretty girl gay? Questions need answers but reader is a little awkward especially around a girl such a pretty girl what will happen?

Sorry this is so vague :( my brain is sooo fried lol

Coffeehouse Crush

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, reader and Amber are both flustered, awkward messes lol

In which reader, a small town gay finds herself falling hard and fast for the new girl at work. One problem— was she even gay?

“Hey, y/n. Later, we have a new staff member joining us. Could I have you be the one to train her? Just for today at least.”

“Oh? Sure, yeah.”

You carried on with your opening duties: wiping down the countertop and equipments, then counting the ‘float money’ to make sure there was the correct amount of cash in the register. “So, she should be here by 8, just show her the ropes. Have her shadow you for the day, hands-on starts tomorrow. You know, cash register, POS system, how to make the drinks.”

“I got it.” You laughed, “Just as long as she isn’t as clueless as Dex, who— thank god, you’ve fired because otherwise we’d be making losses.”

“I think you’ll be just fine. She has experience in F&B.” Your manager assured.

“I’ll hold you to that, Wendy. Okay, three hundred’s in the register— we’re all set.”

“Good.” Wendy shrugs, “Okay, Kaley should be here at 8:30, if she isn’t. We’re on our own.”

“Damn, okay.” You laughed, “Does that mean you’ll be out here too, then?”

“Only if Kaley doesn’t show. Otherwise, you and the new girl will be able to handle it.” Wendy bites back a laugh, “Sunday…it’ll be pretty calm. We’re near a whole bunch of offices and it’s the weekend.”

Wendy heads into her office while you leaned against the counter, watching people walk by. Ten people must’ve walked by in the last few minutes but not one walked in. You decided to take this time to make yourself a drink since there weren’t any customers. Then, you even had the time to drink it.

A few minutes later, a girl— probably your age, walks in. “Hi, I’m Amber. It’s my first day here today.”

“Oh! Right, the manager told me you were.” You snapped out of your thoughts.

Shit, that smile. It was so contagious. She just exudes such a good vibe. Smiling back at her, you introduced yourself, “Amber, I’m y/n. Our manager, Wendy has put me in charge of training you for today. But your job, for now is to just shadow me for the day and familiarise yourself with everything.”

“Hi, y/n.”

“Pick out a locker in the break room to your right, and that’ll be yours. I’ll just go get your apron and name tag for you from Wendy.”

“Okay.” She was still smiling. Damn, was she adorable.

She walks past you to get to the break room, you then went the opposite direction to Wendy’s office. You caught a whiff of her watermelon shampoo when she walked by. Stop it, y/n— that’s creepy.

“Oh, good. She’s here early. Here’s her apron and name tag.” Wendy hands the piece of fabric to you and the name tag. “Thanks.” You took them and exited her office, right when Amber walks back out from the break room. You hand her the items and let her put them on.

“So, today’s Sunday. Sundays are usually our more ‘quiet’ days. Not as many people come by on Sundays since we’re mainly near offices. Before some people start coming in around nine, I think I could probably show you how to make a couple drinks first.”

“Okay.” She nodded, eager.

“I don’t know how you have this much energy in the morning.” You chuckled over your words, reaching your hand out to grab a takeout cup then grabbed the recipe booklet.

“Okay, Amber. Take your pick— which one do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

You snorted, laughing, “Pick a drink you think you’d like— after you make it, you get to have it.”

She squints, “Really?”

“Yeah. I swear.” You nod, “If you don’t believe me, ask Wendy later when she walks out here.”

“No, no, no.” She gasped, “I believe you, it’s just usually. Based on my experience at my old jobs, I had to pay.”

“Not here you don’t.” You assured, “Go on.”

Her hand brushes against yours when she took the laminated booklet from you. You felt a spark, pursing your lips together and looking away from her briefly. She laughs, flipping through the pages. You could feel her gaze on you.

Damn it, Amber. Damn it.

While you taught her how to make the drink she picked out— it was a coconut milk latte, nothing too difficult. You chatted with her, learning way more about her than you’d expected to in such a short period of time. “Hey, y/n.” You heard. But you just could not focus. Your eyes, they were stuck on looking at Amber, looking at her sip on her coffee, happy that she got the hang of it so quickly.

“y/n.” You heard your name again.

“Hey!” You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you gasped and quickly turned around. “Wendy. Oh, my God. Sorry.” You apologised.

“Amber said you scalded your hand. Let me see.” Wendy says, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little…distracted.” You say.

“Distracted?” She smirks, looking at you then your hand, then finally at Amber, “I think your hand will be fine but you’ll get a few blisters, but be careful and let them heal properly. Did you run it under cold water yet?”

“No.”

“Go do that. It might lessen the pain for you a little.” Wendy urged. You excused yourself then went to the break room to tend to your burn.

See if this was how working with Amber was going to be like, you would end up with cuts and burns all over yourself from being so distracted by her…beauty.

“Hey!” Amber’s voice cut through the room, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I— I’m okay.”

“Sorry, I scared you. Didn’t I?”

“No, no, no, no…you didn’t— okay, I— I gotta ask you something but I don’t really know how to ask you—”

“Okay, breathe maybe.” She giggles, “Calm down and just ask me whatever you want. I’m all ears.”

And you did, you took a few deep breaths to regulate your breathing and it helped. You felt better and less…flustered.

“Are you gay?” You hurriedly asked.

“I…am bi.” She tells you.

“Are you seeing anyone? Because I kinda, maybe have a crush on you and I need an answer. I don’t want to be weird and just have feelings for someone that’s attached.” You rambled, “Because that would — would be bad, and I don’t want to ruin things for you, and have you hate me—”

“y/n, look at me.” She holds onto your hands gently, “Look at me. And listen closely— I just moved here, I don’t know anyone. I am single, and bi, and I think…you’re really pretty.”

You freaking choked on your own spit. “Uh…” Chuckling in sheer shock, you say, “I’m sorry what?”

“You’re pretty.” She steps forward and cups your cheek, smiling.

“Aw.” You blushed, “Damn. And I thought you were the shy one.”

“Not once you get to know me.” She shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

“You…wanna hang out after work?”

“Oh, yeah I sure do.” Amber winks.

You sigh, “Well, I’m looking forward to it. Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Amber laughs, lacing your fingers together with hers for a second before letting go.

“Oh, Amber…” A quiet sigh falls from your lips.

“Yes?”

“Nothing. You’re pretty.” You bit back a grin, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Aw. Aren’t you so sweet?”

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@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @reneeswif3 @ludoesartnstuffs @pda128

#auli’i cravalho #amber appleton #netflix #all together now netflix #reader insert #x reader #lgbtqia #queer #queer fiction #fanfiction #crush #confessions #i don't play track answers #requested #requested fic #cheesysoup arlo

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vluisasantiago · 13 days ago

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Hey Valeria! First of all thanks for being such a big inspiration to slenderverse creators and cringey fanboys and girls (and other I just don't know what the gender neutral term for fanboy would be)

When you made the concept for Stan Frederick or Carmen Estrada did you ever struggle with envisioning the characters looking a certain way that is different from how you look? I'd so.. how did you deal with it?

Also.. consistency, say your appearance changes in real life in a way it shouldn't in the series (like if you get acne but all the videos should be during the same day so you can't have spots on your face switching places) how do you deal with that?

Sincerely, someone who wants to play a very consistently characterized character and is currently going insane

This is a cool set of questions!

1. Personally I always approached the Slenderman stuff especially (but also most of my short film stuff) in reverse, for the sake of minimalism—creating stories and characters that I myself feel like I could visibly appear in, fit in, in some capacity.

Having little resources and actors at my disposal growing up has made me default to myself being my best artistic tool, so I have always tended to start with me. Even in non-film-works, characters like Vira in the Moorters comic are very similar—injecting my own personal design into characters to ground myself in the story I’m telling. It’s never 1:1—these folks aren’t me—but it gives me a foundation.

Stan had a look that I started with based on where I was at in 2016; then, as the story went on and Stan began deteriorating, I would make only slight changes (let his goatee/hair grow out, take less care of himself) until the third season no longer really needed that.

Carmen is more particular; I envisioned the start of the story displaying her as an idealized version of me/my situation—after all, the conceit for the series having been born a while before my own homelessness but only really realized in the wake of it, saw me having to rework a lot of the idealistic ways I saw simply “not being home”, or “being free”, even if that meant the more literal layer of homelessness.

That’s why the series starts the way it does—romantically displaying Carmen’s situation as cool and fun—and it all falling apart by the fourth video. And so I get to play with her own deterioration from that ideal into a more “real” person. Dysphoric, rash, untrusting, at times unkempt—and still human, despite that. Playing with a version of yourself that you can then alter makes for some wonderful self-reflection exercises, I think. That’s one way of looking at it, anyway.

2. Production-wise, I have always fought hard with maintaining a continuity based on my physical appearance; it’s one of the reasons I am becoming more actively focused on doing my current series in real-time. In RRH, you’re going to be seeing clips coming up that I took in the summer, and I am now using in the fall/winter. The answer to this is twofold:

- Do the best you can to film again, when you can. I’ve found that letting a shot/scene sit and re-doing it later can only make the scene better, since you’ve had time to develop it. That and, it’ll match the real-time circumstances that the change can naturally require. “Oh—they dyed their hair/did their nails/are wearing heavier clothes” are easy enough to explain away if the events are happening as we experience them.

- Just, ask of your audience sometimes. There will be continuity moments, in film and television, that can’t always be circumvented by even the most well-funded folks in the most major industries. Develop a comfort with the story and themes and character traits being the first things you keep consistent, and allow for the things you have no control over to stay outside your control. Most issues like this go unnoticed, or, in the case of ARGs, become a whole new layer for speculation. I know Stan had acne on and off throughout his entire run, and there’s an easy explanation for that—acne does that.

Appearance can feed into characterization, I do get that—but writing around the difficulties of that lack of consistency can only help flesh out your character even more.

I hope this was helpful? Truly??

#slenderverse #redredhat #stan frederick

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the-road-the-river-and-you · 11 months ago

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i’m an angry adamandi fan. enjoy. (adamandi spoilers ??)

“portia would never swear-“ SHE DOES SWEAR. SHE SWEARS *IN* THE SHOW. MORE THAN ONCE. (“and now she just fucking hates me?,” “fucking report the murders,” “now’s your fucking shot.) SHE ISN’T AN INNOCENT BABY THAT NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED. SHE’S A 20 YEAR OLD. and she exposed vincent’s murders which like total badass move ok portia you go girl. STOPPPP INFANTILISING HER BECAUSE SHE’S NICE. NICE PEOPLE CAN SWEAR TOO.

ALSO i’ve seen people disregard her trauma, because it’s not as obvious as the other characters’ (BECAUSE SHE’S A SIDE CHARACTER. OF COURSE IT’S NOT GOING TO BE GONE INTO IN AS MUCH DETAIL.) she clearly *does* have trauma. the Track Thing made her scared to even ask a girl out for fear of the same thing happening again. (“i don’t know if it’s worth it especially after the Track Thing. what're the chances she'd be interested in me anyways when she could just tell everyone I like her to bully the new girl?”) <- THIS specific quote is very similar to what happened on the track team, and she’s scared that it’ll happen again, even though it won’t. that sounds like a trauma response to me buddy. PLUS adamandi is set in the 1930s/1940s. she definitely wasn’t treated well for asking a girl out *as* a girl. think about context. 1930s ivy league college and being lesbian. 1930s ivy league college and being lgbtq in *any* way. she was ostracised for her sexuality. that is a traumatising experience. maybe i’m reading into the Track Thing too much, but something very similar happened to me, and it was very traumatising and left me with a constant fear that everyone i loved would leave me if i came out again. (/nav) so speaking from my own experience, and looking at context, portia was certainly traumatised by the Track Thing. so portia has trauma, and we as a fandom need to stop ignoring that.

moral of the story is stop mischaracterising nice people. also stop disregarding side characters’ trauma just because it’s not got into in as much detail.

#adamandi #melliot #portia harper #portia elizabeth harper #mini rant

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2baddiesfanfics · 2 months ago

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One Hell of a Present

Pairing: Maki x Nobara

Tags: Strap-Ons, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Birthday Sex, Lingerie, Teasing

Summary:

Their days at Jujutsu Tech may be behind them, but a new adventure begins as Nobara and Maki start to explore the depths of their new relationship. As Maki's birthday approaches, Nobara offers her whatever she wants as a present for the occasion. Will it be a "be careful what you wish for" situation, or will both of them walk away surprised and satisfied?

*Note: All characters in our fics are 18+. This fic happens years after the two have graduated from JJT.*

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Maki and Nobara sat together in the peaceful silence of their apartment as they ate breakfast. Since making their relationship official, they’d discovered a rhythm that was their own – between battling curses, of course. It was a welcome change from the frantic pace of their past schedules as students at Jujutsu Tech. They were deliberate in making sure they got as much time together as possible while still maintaining their friendships and other obligations.

Of course, their getting together was not a shock to their classmates. They’d always pair up during training exercises and were often caught staring longingly at each other when the other wasn’t looking (Yuji and Megumi never let Nobara live it down). As best friends, they knew they always had each other’s backs, but the underlying feelings that had developed as the two women faced trials that almost ensured they wouldn’t come back to each other alive had created a greater urgency for confession.

“Maki…the food’s not going anywhere. Eat slower,” Nobara chastised as she took a small bite out of her toast.

The older woman stopped mid-shovel, rice sticking to the corner of her mouth. “Gobba ebb fabst. I hab a meebing.”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “Ok, I get it, but I’ve got something I want to ask you and I can’t take you seriously when I think you’re gonna swallow wrong and choke. Then again, if something does happen, does that mean I get that sweet, sweet Zenin money? Never mind, continue,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

The enamel bowl hit the table with a soft clack. Maki wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve, making Nobara cringe. Would it kill you to use a napkin? It’s right there…

“Ha, ha. Very funny. Is this a ‘ruin my day’ kind of question, or an ‘I’m not going to be able to get the image out of my head’ kind of question?” she asked, intrigued.

Her girlfriend took her hand reassuringly. “Ohhh, I think it’ll be the latter.”

“Now you’ve piqued my interest. Do tell,” Maki inquired, her thumb stroking Nobara’s knuckles.

The tenderness of her girlfriend’s touch wasn’t making this any easier for her. Typically, Nobara was the straightforward type, but there was a part of her that was shy about opening this potential can of worms.

“So…your birthday is coming up, right? I know there’s still a bunch of stuff we still haven’t tried…you know…in bed…”

Maki couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. It was rare to see her get so embarrassed and she was relishing every moment.

“Well, now…that’s quite the gift. Are you sure you’re up for whatever I ask? This seems like a dangerous question…”

Nobara tried to pull her hand away. “Damnit Maki, if you’re not going to take this seriously then I-“

Maki snatched her by the wrist. Getting out of her chair, she pulled the girl up with her. “Wait! Maki!” Grabbing her by the waist, she lifted her to sit on the countertop.

Leaning in just close enough, her lips felt the heat coming off the shell of Nobara’s ear. “Who said I wasn’t taking this seriously, baby? You’re saying anything I want?”

With a gulp, Nobara nodded her head in silent affirmation. The dark laughter the older woman let slip both slightly scared but also mesmerized her.

“Let’s see then…sometimes I think you’re too tough for your own good. Got a smart mouth. Kinda bossy. Perhaps I need to remind you who’s the stronger of the two of us, hmm? Fingers, tongues, mouths…that’s all fine and good, but I think I need to really fuck the uppity brat out of you.”

“Fuck…Maki…” Nobara moaned, her head lolling back. Her eyes went wide as she caught a glimpse of the clock. “FUCK! Maki! You’re gonna be late!”

Maki glanced at her watch. “Shit.”

Swinging her girlfriend back off the countertop, she kissed her forehead. “But I’m serious. I’ve got what we need, just haven’t found a good time to use it yet. The only thing you need to bring is yourself. Wear something…nice.” With a suggestive wink, she swiped her bag off the couch and headed toward the door.

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The day had arrived, and Maki was prepared. Thankfully her birthday fell on a weekend this year which meant she didn’t have to take a day off from work. Her girlfriend was always telling her she worked too hard, which was probably true. Knowing she could leave the stress that came with that at the door, she looked forward to fully focusing on delighting in the gift that was Nobara. In bed. All day.

The woman in question was still asleep, so she quietly got up and made herself a pot of tea. She figured a little extra caffeine wouldn’t hurt. Plopping down on the couch, she sipped her beverage while reading a book she had started earlier in the week. Perhaps an hour went by before she heard a rustle coming from the bedroom. Figuring it was probably just Nobara needing to use the restroom, she continued reading.

The door creaked open, and Maki’s eyes shifted from the page to the woman before her. Rose-colored lingerie graced her soft curves, one of the straps already starting to slip off her shoulder.

“H-happy birthday,” she said in a near whisper, her cheeks turning pink from embarrassment.

“Hell yeah it is,” Maki growled as she threw the book to the other side of the couch and practically ran to her. Her mouth crashed against Nobara’s, eliciting a whine of surprise at the haste of her actions. The two made their way back to the bedroom and tumbled into the sheets once more. Maki frantically stripped out of her pajamas and tossed them in a perfect throw into the hamper.

“Show off,” Nobara huffed.

Maki grabbed her by the neck. “What did I say about the smart mouth?” Nobara could tell she wasn’t going to be gentle and it thrilled her. She got up and walked over to the closet. Her girlfriend’s body thrummed with anticipation. After digging through some boxes, she found what she sought. Attached to a harness was a dildo of impressive length that made Nobara swallow. Hard.

“I know it looks scary, but trust me – I promise this will be fun for the both of us,” she reassured her as she stepped through and tightened the straps firmly. Once comfortable, she climbed back over her. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. Just say the word and I’ll stop. Promise,” she said with a look of concern.

Nobara caressed her cheek. How could she be so intense yet so loving at the same time? “I think I can handle it,” she responded cheekily.

“Is that so?” Maki dove in for another kiss, this time with more ferocity. Nobara felt her teeth sink into her bottom lip and groaned. Her lips traveled down her neck, harsh bites attacking her skin. The girl moved to remove her bra, but Maki stopped her.

“Oh no. This stays on. I want this vision of you etched into my mind forever. You ready?”

Nobara’s intense gaze met her own. “When am I ever not ready?”

“You and that mouth, I swear.” With one hand, Maki hooked a finger in the thin scrap of fabric covering her pussy and shoved it to the side. The other hand slowly guided the toy to tease her opening. She slid in at a glacial pace, allowing Nobara to adjust to its size. Seeing her ravished like this made it incredibly difficult for her to not delve in and fill her to the hilt.

“Doing ok?” She checked in. In between panting breaths, Nobara replied. “What…is that…all you’ve got?” Maki was no longer worried about being tender. With a snap of her hips, Nobara’s head sunk deep into the pillow.

“Ahhhhhh! Fuck!” Judging by the tone of the swear, she could take it just fine.

Maki moved at a speed that was comfortable for both, not wanting to wear herself out before she could get the girl to come. “Wow…you’re taking this much better than I thought you would…such a good girl,” she said smugly.

“Faster…” Nobara ground out.

“Ok, no need to get greedy…damn,” Maki increased her pace and supported herself on her forearm, bringing her other hand down to work at Nobara’s clit. The sounds of the strap moving in and out of her were obscene, driving her desire even further. Nobara moaned her name, clawing at her back to drive her deeper.

“M-maki…fuck…going to…”

With a few more firm strokes, Nobara cried out, Maki’s body weight the only thing keeping her from arching off the bed.

Rolling off of her, she undid the harness and started to slip out of it. Before she could toss it aside, however, she heard Nobara murmur, “Wait…I want a turn with it.”

Maki handed it to her with a skeptical look on her face. “What, not going to help me put it on?” Nobara asked playfully.

After she was strapped in, Nobara laid back against the pillows. “Now…crawl to me,” she commanded. Maki would be lying if she said she didn’t like an assertive Nobara every now and then.

She moved across the bed to her, stopping when the purple dildo was in front of her face. Looking up at Nobara, she seductively licked the shaft of the toy tasting the remnants of her juices.

“God, Maki…” Nobara hissed as she watched the scene play out in front of her.

When Maki got the whole shaft in her mouth Nobara thrust her hips slightly, making her gag explicitly. Releasing the toy with a small pop, she wiped the drool from her chin. “Fuckin’ brat,” she muttered. Nobara smiled down at her with her signature cheeky grin.

She continued to crawl back up, her mouth crashing against Nobara’s. Her girlfriend positioned the toy at Maki’s entrance and slowly slipped into her. Moaning into Nobara’s mouth, she slid herself down letting the dildo fill her.

Nobara whined as she felt Maki’s slick run down the toy onto her lap. She pushed her further down onto her knees, Maki now straddling her.

Laying back, she watched as Maki shifted her hips back and forth. Nobara grabbed her hip to steady her. “I’m going to watch you ride me, so be sure to put on a good show for me, ‘kay?”

Maki slowly bounced up and down, sighing and moaning with each thrust. “C’mon Nobara…touch me,” she groaned.

Nobara watched greedily as Maki gradually increased her pace. She tried to keep her hands off her, to continue teasing her. But she couldn’t control herself anymore, Maki’s whine of need driving her to the depths of lust. Gripping her hips, she slammed her down.

“Fuck! Nobara!” Maki screamed.

Nobara wrapped an arm around her waist. Sitting up, she placed the other behind her for support. Thrusting in unison, she latched onto Maki’s nipple and sucked.

As she increased the pace of her movement, Maki began to clench around the toy. “God…don’t stop…Nobara…fucking shit…don’t stop…” Maki demanded, grabbing her shoulder for support.

A few more frantic thrusts and Maki threw her head back in ecstasy as she came down from her high. The two fell into each other, both a sweaty mess.

“So, I guess this means neither of us will have to train today,” Nobara joked. Maki looked at her and laughed. “Who the fuck wants to work out on their birthday? I definitely prefer this,” she said as she placed a kiss on her temple.

“Thanks for going along with this. I was looking for a good time to breech the idea, but looks like you beat me to it. I hope it was as fun for you as it was for me.”

Nobara gave her one of the sweet smiles that made Maki fall for her in the first place. “I’d never pass up the opportunity to give you the happiness you deserve, especially if I can tease you while doing it,” she said with a wink. “Happy birthday, Maki.”

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theprologues · 10 months ago

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What does she have to gain from this? 🏈

The answer is money, connections, publicity and a beard.

I want to include that I don’t think any of those reasons are evil. People come on social media suited up for war as if those things are evil and unethical. They are not. Everyone gets in a tizzy about being “lied to” by Taylor. “She wouldn’t lie to us” implying a different reality than what she is showing is interpreted as an admonishment of her character. As if you’re not a real fan because you know the difference between performance and truth. As if fans or the general public are deserving of every facet of her life.

Taylor has made a huge connection with NFL. She has unlocked new fans, brought her own fans into football which they wouldn’t necessarily be into if it weren’t for her. New fans and a different facet of society most likely a new facet of old fan group of white Christian conservatives. Which I do believe is a big factor as to why she is working with Travis as we get into an election cycle with a possibility of T*ump being on the ballot. Part of me believes she will be done with the Travis a few months after the superbowl. Another part wonders if it’ll continue into next football season. Coinciding with the election.

I wonder if they offered to pay her to play the superbowl and she proposed a different alternative because she does not own all her music. This way is both beneficial to NFL and Taylor.

Now to the beard part. For whatever reasons that we are not privy to, the girls have decided to continue bearding. There are a lot of factors why this is but I won’t get into too much theorizing or “speculation”. When I am annoyed by this it’s because I don’t feel it’s necessary for Taylor to beard at this time. As I’ve mentioned I do not know why they have decided this. I feel disheartened as a fan when she beards like this because it plays into this “wag” narrative especially with white Christian conservatives. I want them to live in the light. I want Karlie to not be treated as she is by Taylor’s fans. I still dislike the betrayal narrative. It’s contrived and silly. Because I don’t know why they have chosen this current path and we can all speculate and theorize until the cows come home as to why it’s happening and how much longer this stuff will take, how ever many hints or sources theorize what will happen…this is what is actually happening. So that is why when I share my thoughts it’s because I am living in the present of what I am being shown.

#prothoughts

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onceonafullmoon · 7 months ago

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Hello, do you have any headcanons for the Great witch as an yandere? Peharps with a gn human darling?

I'm not sure if witches are considered a different race from humans all the time in the DSP universe, but for the sake of these hcs lets say that they aren't

TW!! Power imbalance, general yandere obsessiveness, manipulation, non consentual touching

Yan! Great Witch x Gn! Reader

It’ll start out at the witch’s realm where you first enroll in hopes of becoming a better witch, worthy of protecting your world.

It’s certainly… interesting, meeting at all of the new characters there, some more vicious than others, but you’re still determined to make it through.

And determined you are, to make it through the end of your school year, when you have the most unfortunate meeting with the pitch black witch.

Chlomaki isn’t exactly, the worst, per say, it’s just that some of her ideas have the byproduct of causing mild annoyance to general chaos depending on how bored she is.

And obviously, when you meet her, she happens to be very bored.

Many things happen, many confusing and slightly horrifying things in fact, and the day ends with the entire west wing of the school on fire and you and Chlomaki being sent to see the Great Witch.

Chlomaki unsurprisingly gets away scot free

You're convinced that she's found a way to bribe the school

But you on the other hand are forced into a detention- like state where you find your way in the hands of The Great Witch

She’s very cold at first, frosty even, not that you can hold it against her, what with her associating you with Chlomaki

But eventually, after your numerous visits trying to make up for the damage you caused, you notice that she softens up a bit

Not overtly so, mind you, but you notice whenever you're rambling on about something, most likely an anecdote from your homeworld, she tends to actually listen to you rather than wave you off like she does with other students

But its nothing too special, although you do notice that your workload for classes seems to be quite a bit less these days...

Well its nothing that you think too much of, that is at least until The Great Witch offers you a place under her wing as an errand girl of sorts

You're estatic of course, after all, who would refuse such a generous offer to be able to learn under one of the greats?

Nevermind the nagging voice in your head that said that there was something strange about a no name witch like you getting offered a position like this

Anyways with your new position, you find yourself spending more time with her than you previously had, and you find yourself picking up on centain... quirks, of hers

For instance, she has this habit of... hovering over you whenever you're doing something

Like, say you're working on a potion. She'll be constantly over your shoulder as you hunch over the cauldron, always a hand on your lower back as she instructs you by murmuring in your ear

She also has this weird habit of monopolizing your time

Like if you're sitting down at the mess hall to eat lunch she'll always call you away to do some work, and if she sees you talking to another student she'll scold you for "lollygagging", even if you're on break

Its... quite a bit, and you can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable with her antics

That being said... you don't want to say anything about it, after all she generously offered you a position that most witches would jump at the opportunity to grab

So you're content to keep your discomfort to yourself, at least until things take a sudden turn

See, its not uncommon for witches to come and go from the school back to their homeworld for various reasons

You, however, have been spending most of your time as of late running around the school for the Great Witch and haven't had the opportunity to go home

That being said an alarmed call from your homeworld is all you need to snap you back to the very pressing realization that you need to prioritize your homeworld more

So, you go to the Great Witch and ask her for the permission to go back home

Her gaze narrows, and you're convinced that she's going to say no... but to your surprise she grants you the go ahead

You're elated, obviously, and you return home with enthusiasm, slightly relived to have escaped her stifling aura

Luckily, the problem isn't too severe and you're able to resolve it in a timely manner

Unfortunatly, you realize you have to go back, something that you find to your surprise that you've been dreading

Not that it should be too surprsing, after all, it seemed at school your entire life seemed to revolve around work, what with all your friends slowly starting to leave you

But you steel yourself and go back, telling yourself that you're doing this for the greater good of your world

Although a part of you immediatly regrets it, because it almost seems as if the Great Witch has gotten worse in her controlling mannarisms

Gone are even the few spare moments of breaks as it seems almost every moment aside from sleep are spent with her

It becomes almost too much to bear, and you find yourself longing for home again

But this time when you ask to go, she says no, with no further explanation and tells you to get back to work

The pressure gets worse and worse, until one day you decide to run away on your broomstick

And run away you try, but of course you get caught

Because, after all, how could you escape from her in her home realm?

And you do your best to struggle against her, but you're only a lowly apprentice witch, there isn't much hope for you

She's quiet throught the entire encounter, but when you tearfully ask her why she's doing this to you she pauses

See, she had always been fond of you with that curious look in your eye, you were adorable to her, but nothing to really capture her attention until you landed yourself in trouble

Then she felt her affection grow, but it wasn't until she didn't have you that she truely realized the extent of her obsession

And now that she finally had you back... well it's not like she could let you leave again

And so now you find yourself stuck in the witches realm, unable to go home, because your homeworld is far too weak to even dream of going against her

You do still have some freedoms though, now that she's sure that you're staying forever

Aside from spending your nights with her by your side and your mornings forcibly cuddled up next to her, you have most of the day to explore

And the entirety of the realm is yours to explore... just don't expect that there's anywhere to hide from The Great Witch that she can't find you

If she's feeling very generous she'll even teach you, just like she used to, although you feel bitter about the fact that you'll never be able to use any of it to help your people

She's not overly cruel though like most, all she asks is for the time and the affection that she forcibly takes from you

Its not that bad right?

At least, that's what you'll tell yourself as you settle in for another night next to her, surrounded by her encompassing "love" and yet feeling completely isolated

#yandere dsp #dsp #deep sea prisoner #okegom #yandere okegom #funamusea #wadanohara and the great blue sea #watgbs #I'm a month late... but happy mogeko march-

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sofiaisqueen2004 · 1 year ago

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His Little Mermaid-Part 2

Summary: You're a mermaid, and you've wanted to see the human world all your life. Prince Eric has always wanted to explore the uncharted waters. When your two world collide, it seems like it was written in the stars.

Pairing: Prince Eric x Mermaid!Reader

Warnings: Violence (no more come to mind)

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Upon the ship, there was a prince. He just turned eighteen that day, and his name was Eric. Starting from when he was little, he had such a fascination with the sea. He’s always heard the tales of the sea about Mermaids, luring sailors to their doom. But he never really believed them

“HEY! What’s going on kiddo? Quite a show eh?” Scuttle yelled.

“Shhh! Scuttle be quiet! They’ll hear you!” Y/n shushed.

“Ohhh I get it! We’re being secretive!”

“I’ve never seen a human this close before…” Y/n begins to smile, “He’s very handsome, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know about handsome but the kid does play a mean snarfblatt!”

“Silence! Silence! It is now my honor and privilege to present our esteemed Prince Eric with a very special… very expensive… very large birthday present!”

Two sailors begin to bring out the present. It was wrapped in tarp but it was very big.

“Aww Grimsby, you shouldn’t have.” The sailors pull off the tarp. Eric weakly smiles, “It’s uh… really something.”

It was a large life size statue of Prince Eric in a dramatic pose.

“I had hoped this would be a wedding present, but it’ll do for your birthday.”

Eric sighs and rolls his eyes, “C’mon Grims. Don’t Start!” He begins walking away towards the side of the bow of the ship. Y/n sees them coming towards her and she ducks down, closer to the side of the ship. Eric looks out towards the side of the ship, seeing the rolling waves pass by.

“Eric, It isn’t me alone. The entire kingdom wants to see you happily settled down with the right girl. Including your mother.”

“Oh she’s out there, somewhere. I just… I just haven’t found her yet.”

“Perhaps you haven’t been looking hard enough.” Grimsby added.

“Believe me Grim, when I find her, I’ll know. Without a doubt!” All of the sudden, lightning strikes, causing Eric to look up. He sees dark clouds forming in the sky, and a strong wind begins to blow.

“Secure the rigging men!” Eric yells and begins tightening up the ship.

Y/n sits there on the rescue boat, watching everything. Another gust of wind picks up and blows Scuttle away.

“Gosh these winds! I’ll see ya later kid!” Scuttle yells.

Another lightning strikes, causing the mass to catch on fire. Grimsby attempts to catch the statue of Eric, but he just narrowly misses it. The statue falls deep into the water down below. In the midst of all of this happening, Grimsby falls into the water with most of the other sailors. Y/n decides to untie the rope holding the rescue boat, letting it fall into the water for the sailors to use. Then, she hears a huge splash and turns around. She sees Eric falling into the water, unconscious. She immediately swims towards him, helping him keep afloat.

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In the morning, she makes it to the shore of the nearest beach, which happens to be the beach of the island where the royal family lives.

“Is he dead?” Y/n asked Scuttle worriedly.

“Hard to say…” Scuttle goes up to Eric, and begins to inspect his body. When he gets to his foot, he raises it to his ear. “Hmmm… I can’t make out a heartbeat…”

Y/n looks at Eric sadly. But suddenly, Eric stirs slightly.

“No, look! He’s breathing!” She begins to stroke his hair, “He’s so… beautiful. I would give anything to live where you are. What would I pay to stay here beside you.” Eric begins to turn his head towards Y/n, and begins to smile while his eyes are still closed.

Castle men begin to come down the hill behind them, shouting for Eric. In a haste, Y/n dives back into the water, trying to get away from the soldiers. She hides behind a rock, secretly watching the group.

“Eric! You really enjoy straining my blood pressure, don’t you?” Grimsby yells while attempting to pick up Eric.

Eric tries to stand up in a daze, “A girl… rescued me… she was… singing. She had- she had the most beautiful voice…”

“Eric, I think you’ve swallowed a bit too much seawater. Up we go!”

“I don’t know when, I don’t know how, someday I’ll be part of your world.”

Down below, Ursula is watching from her underwater cave, plotting her newest scheme.

“My, my… the daughter of the great Sea King interacting with a human… How shocking! What would old daddy say? She rolls her eyes, “Serves him right! That miserable old tyrant! Still, this little mermaid’s situation seems ripe with possibilities. Yes, I see the most brilliant future for this lovesick girl.”

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Back at the King’s palace, Y/n’s sisters yell for her.

“Y/n dear! Time to come out! You’ve been in there all morning!” Andrina yells.

“We have to get dressed too, you know!” Adella adds.

“What is with her lately?” Aquata asks.

“I know what you mean. Mooning around with that giddy smile on her face.” Said Attina.

“I asked her what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me anything!”

“Isn’t it obvious? The girl’s in love!”

All the sisters gasp, “She’s in love?” How- with who?”

Y/n emerges from the room with her hair brushed nicely and a flower in her hair. She hums a tune while swimming past her sisters, nearly crashing into her father.

“Morning, daddy!”

“She’s got it bad!” her sisters laugh.

“What? What has she got? Their father questioned.

“Isn’t it obvious, daddy? Y/n’s in love!”

“Y/n… in love?”

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“Where is Eric?” The Queen, Eric’s mother, asks.

“I’m not sure. I think he is still getting ready.” Grimsby responds.

“Ugh, is he still chasing over that fantasy girl?”

“I am afraid so, your Majesty.” Just then, Eric walks into the room.

“Ah, there you are. Come, have a seat. You must be tired.”

“I’m not tired.” Eric snaps back.

“Well then, come eat some breakfast-”

“I’m not hungry. I have better things to worry about. Grimsby, have any of the boats found anything?”

“Uh, I’m afraid not sir-”

“Then I will go look for her myself-” He turns to walk away before his mother stops him.

“NO! Eric. Your duties lie here. I will not let you look for this fantasy girl that you think is real anymore.” His mother yells.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

She sighs, “I forbid you from going on another ship. For anything.”

“What- Mother-”

“Enough. You’re not allowed to go on another ship.”

“But I am helping the island. The ship I went on the other day carried very valuable trades. Did you know in other islands they use things we have on our island to cure malaria? We brought those things to those islands and they traded with us.”

“And where is that stuff now?” She raises her eyebrows at him. “At the bottom of the sea.” Eric rolls his eyes and walks the other way, his mother catching up to him. “There have been 7 shipwrecks in the past couple months. The sea gods are against us.”

“You’re wrong.” Eric then turns away and starts running down the staircase that leads to the beach. “All I’ve ever wanted was the open sea and sky, freedom from the life I always knew. I had almost drowned, ‘til you came around and you found me. All I do is wonder who you are and where you’ll be. In my mind, your melody goes on. I will finally find you again. In uncharted waters, come find me again!” Eric sings out towards the shore, hoping the mystery woman emerges from the wild uncharted waters.

#the little mermaid #disney #prince eric x reader #love #fluff

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fandomzwriterk · 5 months ago

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Smoke and Mirrors

Pairings: Tomas Vrbada/Smoke x OC

Warnings: slight gore + Amnesiac!OC + religious trauma (?) + characters dying + hinted innuendos later on + Kuai & Bi Han trying to be good brothers + Liu Kang as a dad figure (?) + Tomas just being his sweet lovable self + Bi Han being kind of a dick + Kuai Liang having no clue what it’s like to have a sister + confused “brother” Kuai Liang (?)

PT: 3/?

A/N: If you wanna ask a question to the new character, go ahead she’ll answer for you!

“Huh? What do you mean ‘what is a name?’ Everyone has a name!”

The poor girl shook her head. Tomas was stumped. How could someone live an entire lifetime without a name? A name is who you are right? Then, what was she without a name?

“There… there has to be something someone called you? A friend? Family? There has to be a name somewhere.”

The girl looked like a confused puppy, waiting to be told what to do or just listen to whatever Tomas had to say.

“Brother we’re-“

Kuai’s eyes went straight to the girl sitting across from Tomas. This wasn’t his room so what was he doing here? And how was she awake?

“What in the name of the Elder Gods has gone on in here?” Kuai asked with that questioning “older brother” voice. “You better hope Bi Han is more graceful with what he’s going to say about this.”

“It’s not like that! She-“

Tomas bit his tongue to keep himself silent. Kuai was just looking out for his brother. Of course Kuai has a different way of showing it than Bi Han does.

“I already can see what you’re talking about.”

Kuai and Tomas turned to the door, which Kuai had taken only a few steps from to let Bi Han into the room. The air was chillier with Bi Han around.

“What happened Tomas?” Bi Han asked with a monotone voice

Bi Han didn’t play games when he spoke. He was straight to the point. He was beyond mad now.

“I fainted. He picked me up and carried me. I guess I was bleeding too much. He’s been trying to keep me from fainting again.” The girl added without hesitation

Both Bi Han and Kuai Liang stood frozen. So she can talk.

“I’ve been trying to get her to remember things. She doesn’t remember anything, not even her own name. She just asked me what a name is, like she doesn’t know the word.”

Kuai’s eyes just went wide. How in the world could she not know. She looks just as old as they were, yet her memory is like that of a child’s. Bi Han stood silently, crossing his arms in a judging manner.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing. It’s alright that I can’t remember anything. Besides, it’s not important. I don’t think I ever had one to begin with.”

“What the fu-“

Bi Han silenced Kuai with a kick in the calf, shutting him up quickly. Tomas just looked between his brothers, waiting for one of them to say something.

“Well… we can’t have you going around without a name. What am I supposed to call you?” Bi Han’s cold eyes stared straight at the girls face, judging her. “I think the name ‘Pup’ will do quite nicely. Maybe it’ll change… if you manage to gain my respect.”

Bi Han left, shutting the Shoji door behind him loudly. Kuai could only roll his eyes at his brother. Bi Han was always unnecessarily cruel to people he didn’t care about, something that irritated Kuai to no end.

“Bi Han is just trying to rile you up. Dont let him get to you. He’s always like this. Anyways… we were having a lovely conversation weren’t we brother?”

Tomas just scowled at his brother. He did nothing to defend a girl who was confused and lost.

“I think maybe it’ll take time for us to think of a name for you. Until then, I’ll just address you as ‘friend’.”

“Friend?”

Kuai and Tomas just sighed. Oh boy this was going to be a long time of dealing with her.

“I’ll be just this way. If you need anything Tomas will be here and I’ll be over here. Just… please don’t go sneaking around in a place that ninjas live in.”

And Kuai was gone out the door. Tomas stood up and dusted himself off. He was tired, just taking care of the whole situation. Poor boy was confused to no end.

“Don’t worry. I promise none of us are gonna hurt you here. Nobody from ‘outside’ will find you here either. Like Kuai said, don’t sneak around. We each patrol a part of the Shirai Ryu at night.”

Tomas took a deep breath as he opened the door and then closed it. He felt bad leaving a friend in need alone in a place they weren’t familiar with. He turned right and took a few steps down the hall, approaching his room. He could barely see the silhouette of the girl sitting on the ground, the light next to her just tracing the outline of her body. He barely had the brain capacity to think about all of this from just one day. He was tired and needed sleep. Meanwhile, the poor girl, now called “Pup” for cruel purposes, just sat and stared as a light lit up Tomas’ room. Her eyes darted up, seeing his shadow from the other side of the wall. Could he see her? Perhaps maybe now was not a good time to start walking around.

“What can I do?”

More importantly, who was she? What could she do? All she could do was sit and try to remember a past that had nothing for her. All she knew was these people and where she was.

“At this rate I’ll never remember anything. I have to find out something.”

But the pain in her side and shoulder kept her from going far. She barely took a step before she hit the ground, catching herself with her other hand as one held onto her side in pain. What was this feeling? Why did it not feel normal?

“W-what am I?”

The liquid gold that fell from her wound was as thick as blood, staining more of her pale skin as she tried to stand once more. She just eventually gave up, laying there in the comfort of some soft materials and the comfort of how nice it felt on her skin. She opened her eyes once more, staring at the room she believed was Tomas’, seeing the shadow of him start to take something off of himself. What was he doing?

“Is he… pulling off his skin?”

That was a morbid question but she didn’t know how humans worked, especially since she barely remembers anything about herself. Tomas was still there, now moving across the room as he began to take more off of him.

“I think I need to find Liu Kang and ask him… something.”

Her eyes were heavy, the pain slowly fading away as she comfortably wrapped herself into the materials. It was quiet, yet a welcoming quiet that didn’t leave her scared.

“Maybe… this isn’t so bad after all.”

In the morning…

“Hey! Rise and shine newbie. You’ve got some training to do.”

Kuai’s voice was loud and firm, shaking the girl awake. Tomas felt the same. He could hear the footsteps a few feet away. Quickly, he managed to put everything on and walk back into the hall, this time making sure his mask wasn’t missing. After all, it was a part of being a Lin Kuei ninja.

“Oh good you’re up. Liu Kang wants to see you.” Kuai said without hesitation

Tomas didn’t want to leave his new friend alone. She just got here and could barely even function. There was no way Bi Han was going to go easy on her. That wasn’t in his nature.

“Good morning to you too brother.” Tomas half grumbled

He had spent most of the night thinking about her and what she was.

“White wings, white hair, pale skin? What could she be? Certainly not human. And the gold… was that her blood?”

Tomas kept asking himself those questions as he walked to find Liu Kang. Of course, he was in his normal spot reading something with Geras on his giant round table. Tomas was confused. There were papers everywhere, scattered amongst book after book. Scrolls half unrolled in different spots. Poor Liu Kang looked like he didn’t sleep at all last night.

“Ah Tomas. You’re awake I see. I need a favor from you.”

Liu Kang sounded desperate, and even for a God that was unusual. Even Geras had never seen his friend like this.

“A favor? What might that be? Should I go inform Kuai and Bi Han of-“

“No… no that’s quite alright. We need to keep this between us and your brothers. We can’t have all of the Lin Kuei finding out and get bad intentions.”

“Smart. What is this favor Lord Liu Kang?”

“I need you to make sure she doesn’t-“

An ear piercing scream could be heard all around. Not even a second later and Liu Kang was running with Tomas behind him.

“Geras stay here! Watch the Hourglass!”

Tomas was quicker, disappearing and then reappearing in half a second. Liu Kang was far behind him now.

“Damn the Elder Gods. What were you thinking Bi Han?!”

Both brothers exchanged angry glances at each other as Tomas ran up. To say “angry” was an understatement to this situation.

“What did you do?!”

Kuai was kneeling down next to the girl who was stabbed with some ice from Bi Han, right into her chest. Kuai quickly wrapped his daggers onto the ice to melt it. Bi Han, however, just crossed his arms and glared at both his brothers. He was getting annoyed.

“Relax brother I knew it wouldn’t kill her.”

“How could you? She’s still hurt you bastard!”

“Oh even you survived worse Kuai. She’ll be fine. I was going easy on her.”

Kuai looked back at the girl, having a hand on her back to make sure she sat up. Her one hand on the ice while the other gripped hard onto Kuai’s knee, almost scratching with how much she was squeezing. And Tomas? Weelllll…

“You arrogant piece of shit you call that easy?!”

Tomas swung at Bi Han, who barely managed to dodge the punch, kicked Tomas in the shin to bring him down to his knees. Forming an ice axe and holding it to Tomas’ neck, Bi Han’s eyes had nothing but malice and coldness in them.

“Try that again and see what happens brother.”

He flung Tomas to the opposite side, turning to walk away from the whole situation as Kuai and Tomas tried to calm her down and remove the ice dagger in her chest.

“Shit. This isn’t going well. We have to-“

And with once quick jerk, the girl gripped onto the ice blade, causing it to crumble in her hands as she ripped it out of her chest. Her whole chest and neck was stained with her golden blood. She held in the urge to scream as Kuai and Tomas sat next to her on opposite sides. Kuai gripped her side hard, standing up as Tomas put her arms around both his and Kuai’s shoulders.

“Come on. Let’s get this looked at. Maybe Geras can help.”

“What is the name of the Elder Gods happened here?!”

Both brothers turned around, seeing Liu Kang looking half mad but also half concerned. Not even a second later and Liu Kang was rushing to the brothers, moving them so he could carry her himself. She was half conscious so that was the good part.

“What… what happened? It’s cold. Why’s it cold?”

She stuttered as her teeth clacked together and she shivered from the fact she was bleeding out once more.

“Which one of you did this?”

Liu Kang was not happy one bit, giving Kuai and Tomas the “angry father voice”.

“Wasn’t me. Bi Han got mad at her.”

“Why’d he get mad?”

Kuai could only just groan in what sounded like annoyance and frustration. Was he frustrated at her or was he frustrated with his own brother?

“He claimed she was weak and holding back, that there was something she was hiding. He said he would ‘teach her a lesson’ about hiding things from him.”

“What a prick.” Tomas said to himself, holding the harsh words in so he wouldn’t say something he shouldn’t about his brother. “I will kill him one day.”

Liu Kang was followed by Kuai and Tomas as he walked into his “study” sitting the poor girl on the table, hearing her struggling to stay awake and breathing.

“Geras!”

In about two seconds, Geras was in the room, holding onto what looked like a bottle of some sort of liquid. It was green in color, to which Tomas almost gagged at it. What was that?!

“Here. Drink up little one.” Geras spoke softly as he put a hand on her back, lifting her foward so she could drink

It was hard to keep down, the poor girl struggling to even swallow it as pain rattled her body. Nobody could see it, but Tomas and Kuai were clenching their fists so tight they might as well cut off the blood flow. It wasn’t until Tomas’ hand went numb that they relaxed.

“Is she going to be alright?”

Geras nodded, setting her down so she relaxed as a few drops of the liquid spilled out of the corner of her mouth, which was only visible due to having not changed yet since yesterday.

“Kuai come with me. I need to have a… ‘conversation’ with your brother. Tomas, you take her to her room and monitor her until she wakes up. Do not let her out of your sight.”

“Will do Lord Liu Kang.” Tomas spoke out, trying to hold back any anger he felt towards Bi Han.

He looked to Kuai, eyes seeming to tell his brother he would in fact try to kick Bi Han’s ass later. Everyone knew Bi Han was strong, and that as a Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, he had to prove he was the strongest and the best. Kuai was no different, but at least Kuai had more morals than his counterpart.

“Whatever you do, don’t try to kill him. He’s one of Earthrealms champions.”

Tomas pushed that thought away, watching his brother and Liu Kang walk off into the distance. The Shirai Ryu was large, almost an entire city could live here and nobody would care. Liu Kang treated all his friends and champions well, making sure every need and want was met. So, it was only natural Tomas would do the same for this stranger he barely knew.

“Alright. Come on then.”

Tomas scooped up the girl in his arms. Being much taller and stronger than she was, it was basically like lifting his brother. Except, this one was quiet, eyes half closed as he began to walk slowly.

“Hmmmm.”

Her voice was soft yet still sounded like she was in pain. All Tomas could hear was her voice, since he felt it wasn’t his place to look at her covered face while she was half passed out in his arms.

“You with us now?” Tomas half joked

“What… where… why does it all hurt again?”

Tomas walked a little faster to where the rooms were, almost tripping on the slippery floors just trying to get to her room. The door was already open so he didn’t have to wait precious seconds to care for her.

“Don’t worry I’ve got you. You’re back in your room now.”

He was surprised. It was filled with a bed and a couple of cabinets already. It had only been a day. Had Liu Kang rushed this for her? Walking to the bed, Tomas felt a little bit of guilt, guilt that he couldn’t have at least helped her when she was hurt. At least the bed was super soft for her.

“Smoke? Is that you? It hurts to keep my eyes open.”

Tomas smiled a little. At least she knew his voice well and his presence.

“Yes, it’s me. Just relax now. You’re safe in your room now. Don’t worry, I’m still here. I’m just going to take care of you for a little while okay?”

“Okay…. Smoke.”

And finally, she relaxed, seeming to fall asleep then and there.

“Now, just get comfortable Tomas it’s gonna be a long night for you.” Tomas spoke to himself in his head

And indeed it was. What felt like hours had passed, and then sun had just began to set. Tomas stayed awake all those hours, walking in between his room and hers. She remained silent, only her breathing could be heard, not even a single movement from her either.

“Okay now I should probably help her change and wake up. But… no, she rest. Wait, she hasn’t changed in almost two days. That has to be uncomfortable for her.”

As almost if on a cue, her body sat upright, slowly at first. She seemed a lot better than earlier.

“Well you sure healed quickly. How are you feeling?”

“I feel… pretty good. I’m just feeling dirty and uncomfortable.”

“It’s a good thing was have fresh springs to clean in.”

Tomas, being the gentleman his mother taught him to be, guided his new friend to one of the fresh warm water springs, letting her stand there and figure out what to do.

“I… how am I supposed to do this? Just… get in?”

Oh sweet Elder Gods this was hard for Tomas to explain to her. Of course, it’s not like she’s a guy, who has the capability of walking around without a shirt on. She’s a girl. And Tomas… wellll…

“Just… step in. I’ll be just this way. Call for me when you’re done.”

And he quickly smoked away, leaving the poor girl there to figure out how to clean her clothes and herself.

“I can do this. Just-“

And she simply just put one foot in, feeling the warm water soak her skin and wash away all the golden liquid from her body. Granted, the wound on her chest was still sore and fresh, but not as fresh as it was a few hours ago. Now, it almost looked like a scar. She sat down, letting the water help clean her.

“Ow! What was that?”

Her feet carefully helped her stand up, looking around her to see if she rubbed on anything. Nothing, there was just pain in her upper back. It felt heavy, almost like something was weighing her down.

“Oh! Well… I guess I have these now.”

Some of the pure white feathers of her giant wings dripped water, all of it dry and letting the water slide off. So, they were not able to get stuck in water. Good for her then.

“I guess I’ve gotta clean you up too then.”

Getting back on business, she noticed a pile of clothes a few feet away. Had Tomas left those there for her?

“These are a bother to clean.”

The wings were not agreeing with her, leaving a lot of space where she couldn’t reach.

“Okay okay don’t panic I’m sure I can-“

Without hesitation, after cleaning the weird gold off her body, she put on the fresh white shirt that looked more like what Tomas and his brothers wore. The pants were the same.

“Okay just put these on. I need to find a way to clean the rest of the wings off.”

And then it hit her.

“Tomas!” She shouted stepping out of the spring and running in the direction he went.

Meanwhile, Tomas sat on the bottom of the stairs to go inside, looking up only when he heard his name being called. It was her, running in her new clothes, her white wings behind her as she ran for him.

“Oh! You got done quick I was just about to-“

“Can you help me?”

“Help? With what? Are you okay?”

“Oh no I’m alright I just… and I’m sorry if this is strange to you but… I need your help with my wings.”

Tomas felt like he got hit on the head with a brick. He had to what now?

“You need me to what now?”

“Just… wet my feathers and help get off the dirt. Dont worry it won’t hurt… I think.”

This was a figurative slap in the face for Tomas. Poor boy was confused on anatomy now and how this was supposed to work. After all, Tomas didn’t have wings himself.

“O-okay. Do you need to go inside?”

“That might be better. I can stretch my wings more in a space where nobody can see me.”

And Tomas just followed her inside, walking into her room with her. Cloth in hand, she slowly opened her wings as far as they could go. Every single feather down at the bottom was stained in gold.

“Here. Dont worry it should be easy.”

Tomas walked behind her, seeing where the wings connected to her upper back. They were strong, probably heavier than Tomas could imagine.

“Do I just-“

“Just wipe them off. You’ll be fine.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine… I hope.”

“You hope?”

“It’s not like I remember how to.”

Tomas could only sigh as he slowly and carefully started to rub the cloth on the feathers. She didn’t move at all, not even a flinch. So, Tomas went a little harder on the scrubbing. That’s when a couple of feather tingled in his hand.

“Wow these are heavy.”

He put his fingers in between some of them, feeling the spines of each one and the individual heaviness of each one.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just… thinking.”

“Thinking?”

“I’ll… I’ll talk about it another time.”

And Tomas quickly finished cleaning them, all the feathers pure white as snow like her long hair. He could only stare as they flapped, before coming to her back and seeming to go under her skin like there were never there.

“Let me just pick this up and I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

And so she sat there on her bed, waiting for him. He barely took a few minutes, coming back to her and spotting her pressing her hands to her head.

“Don’t think too hard you’ll hurt yourself.” He laughed

No reaction. She seemed so in her brain, thinking long and hard about something.

“I… why can’t I remember my own name? Did I ever have one?”

Her voice was pained. She was nameless and confused, not sure about anything in this world except of who she knew and where she was.

“I’m sure it’ll come back to you.”

“But… I don’t want to be nameless here… I want to be like you and your brothers.”

“You want a name? Like us? You know those aren’t our real names. We just use those as secret names.”

“You have a real name? What is it?”

Tomas smiled, crossing his arms in front of him as he shifted his weight to one side. He purposely left his mask off, trying to connect with her instead of hiding himself. He had to help her and be honest with her.

“Tomas Vrbada.”

“Tomas? Like… you always had that name?”

He walked and sat beside her, giving her a foot of space in case she felt uncomfortable.

“Well yeah. My mom named me that when I was born. My brothers are, as you heard, Bi Han and Kuai Liang.”

“So Kuai is Scorpion?”

“He told you his other name?”

“Well your other brother kept calling him that.”

She looked sad, like something was missing.

“I can help you with a name if you want.”

Tomas was half sure of what to give her, just wanting to feel like a good friend to her since she’d be living here for the foreseeable future.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“What were you thinking?”

“I have a couple, but I’m trying to pick the best one.”

Tomas struggled to think… until it hit him like one of Bi Han’s punches. An angel… that’s what she looked like. All those stories his mom told him were true, there really were angels out there, and he found one… her. Pure white wings, a delicate and calm nature, the walking example of an angel.

“Angel. How does that sound?”

“Angel? What’s that?”

“You know… like, you. White wings, a pure and calm energy, definitely non threatening. You’re the definition of an angel, plus you look like one.”

She smiled, nodding her head.

“Yeah… I like that one.”

They both smiled at each other, Tomas feeling like he truly helped a friend today.

“Welcome to the Shirai Ryu then Angel.”

To be continued…

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fruit-colored-ninja · 1 year ago

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Thinking about nya and how often destiny strips her choices away from her again. She’s a character who is constantly being told what she has to do, with what she actually wants being seen as irrelevant by… everyone, basically. I think the first time we really see this is in season three, when the perfect match machine tells her Cole is her soulmate. Nya’s already trying to distance herself from Jay, and when this happens, she shows interest in Cole for a bit, but it clearly never would have occurred to her to think about it if he hadn’t shown up as her perfect match, and if she hadn’t already been feeling uncertain about being with Jay. (Also, I think that since all the tech in Borg Tower was already infected with the overlord virus when this happened, the only reason Cole popped up as her match was because the overlord could see it was the best way to create instability in the team, further using Nya as a mean to other people’s ends.)

So first, Nya is told that Cole is her perfect match, which means she has to consider him even though the only thing she can really find to say about him is that he isn’t Jay, and she certainly isn’t planning on telling either of them. Except them Pixal tells everyone, and now she has to choose, and it’s not even really about her anymore, because Cole and Jay are so busy fighting over her that they’ve forgotten to even consider what she wants, until she finally gets fed up and decides to choose neither of them. And while she gets to make her own choice this time, she still spent the entire season getting pushed around by someone else’s idea of what’s right for her.

Next: Samurai X. Nya made her mech by hand, it’s the thing that first allows her to participate in the plot in season one, she continues to use it for the next four seasons, and she loves it! She doesn’t even want to be a ninja, she’s happy doing her own thing and getting to use her own unique skillset, separate from the others. When she’s told she’s the elemental master of water, there’s no compromise: she has to leave Samurai X behind and become a ninja, even though Samurai X is something she’s poured her passion into from the very beginning. She does leave it behind, but reluctantly, and it’s clear it’s something she still struggles with and misses doing seasons later.

Lastly, the one where destiny really gets involved: Jay’s vision on the ice. Jay’s been gone for Nya since the pilots, before he even met her (which is a while different can of worms honestly),and absolutely nothing, not her trying to create more space between them, not them fully breaking up, has changed that. So obviously he’s ecstatic when he sees that they will (because there’s no room for maybe when destiny’s involved) end up together, but for Nya? It’s just another choice about her life that she doesn’t get any say in.

Flash-forward to season six, Jay’s acting all weird because he thinks he has a chance with Nya again, meanwhile Nya’s acting all weird because she just got forced into an entirely new role on the team and now everyone’s calling her the girl ninja, and since this is the same season where the ninja are all wildly famous, she’s also got a whole mob of rabid fans asking her to pick, pick, why won’t you pick? Cole or Jay, Cole or Jay, just choose! No wonder she’s acting especially irritated with Jay, because she’s basically being forced into boxes on all sides, and then she finds out that, surprise! Jay’s convinced he has a chance with her again because turns out destiny literally told him, hey, you two are meant to be, so go for it, dude!

And maybe she really does like Jay, but how is she supposed to decide that when destiny itself is telling her the choice has already been made? If what she thinks doesn’t have any say on the outcome, does it even matter? Even when she finally tells Jay that she does think his glimpse into the future will happen eventually, she doesn’t say it’s because she likes him. She just says that she doesn’t doubt that it’ll happen.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I think it’s something we should talk about more. Also, someone get this girl some autonomy, please. She deserves to make some choices for herself.

#ninjago #ninjago nya #ninjago skybound #this is. such a long post oops. it’s cuz of the aro nya posting earlier my aro nya brainworms and my nya’s struggles with destiny brainworms #are intricately connected #also while i was writing this i looked at the transcripts for skybound and oh my gosh! she literally articulates all of this in #the last resort like she is painfully aware of how little say she has had in who she is all her life and she’s not happy about it but theres #nothing she can do about it someone let this girl go feral PLEASE

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