#but nope! he just does that and it’s never explained and it kills me every time

[1960z]

what the fuck is wrong with him

[beensbaee]

𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

summary; neteyam has the girl of his dreams right in front of him - but he cannot have her because she belongs to someone else. (does that stop him though? NOPE!)

word count; 4.2k

HIS SACRED SUN

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Neteyam Sully thought he was able to do anything he set his mind to.

As the oldest son of Toruk Makto, he strived to live up to his fathers image. His parents never failed to tell him of his importance, helping him understand exactly who he was and giving him the confidence to overcome anything.

Until her.

She stuck out like no other na'vi he'd ever meet. Her face something captivating and so charming - yet dangerous. Lethal.

She was the girl that had him turning around for a second glance. The girl that had his heart beating like a crazed drum. The girl he'd kill for.

In his eyes, she was perfect. Perfect in every way. Perfect for him.

Except for the distinctive fact that made her so untouchable.

She belonged to someone else.

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Y/n sat with a group of teenage na'vi, all whom were giving their absolute attention to her as she stood tall, arms outstretched as she told them of her recent hunt. Her eyes gleamed with pride as she explained in detail exactly how she managed to escape the animals surprise attack

Neteyam sat towards the back of the group, where he was almost out of her view. He closed his eyes as he took in the sound of her voice

Smooth - so smooth. Like liquid. She spoke confidently. Expressively with the same radiant smile he was so infatuated with

When she finished, she sat back down as the next story teller went up. The girls around her swarmed her figure - raving on how brave she was during her hunt - or how they liked the gems that hung low on her neck

He loved how politely she'd respond to the compliments. Even blushing at some, unable to hide the flush on her cheeks.

As the teens quieted down for the next speaker, he watched Y/n comfortably stretch her legs out in front of her. The beads in her hair clinking together quietly as she moved. Her arms were behind her as she tipped her head up towards the boy who was talking to the rest of the group. He was beginning to tell his own tale

Any word the boy said went right through one ear and out the other, and he could feel his mind slipping and unable to even take in his surroundings as she became the only thing he could focus on

She could sense his gaze. He knew this because her eyes moved directly to him. She held eye contact for a beat. Two beats. Before turning away with a smile.

She didn't look at him again for the rest of the time the teens spent sharing stories. As the last volunteer to share theirs ended with a round of applause, the teens slowly began dispersing into smaller groups and began talking amongst themselves

He looked for Y/n, and after seeing her standing with a group of girls and nodding her head along to whatever they were saying - he seized the opportunity to speak with her.

He was by her side in less than a minute, and her friends gave her a surprised glance as she turned to Neteyam. They respectfully moved so Neteyam could speak with her, giving him room to talk to her privately.

"Neteyam Sully. Oel ngati kameie." She said sweetly, giving him a smile that had his tail flicking behind him lively

"Y/n. Oel ngati kameie. I had to come and say, your encounter with the Slinth was something only someone like you could fight." He said, his words holding true respect as her lips tipped upwards into a familiar grin

"Thank you, truly. But I must say, there is no one else like me." She said, a playful glint in her eyes, and Neteyam was sure his eyes could have been mistaken for hearts with the way he looked at her

He smiled, fangs and all. Just as he was about to speak - the boy he dreaded interrupted their conversation with a scowl plastered on his face

"Y/n, I was looking for you." Arutey said, moving and standing too close to Neteyam - almost as if to push him out of his way

His ears flattened against his head in disappointment as Y/n's eyes moved away from him and towards Arutey

"Yes, Arutey?" She asked, her tone sounding like she was holding in a sigh as he shook his head

"It's private." He said, almost snapping at her as Y/n frowned. She turned to Neteyam and bowed her head in goodbye. She gave him an apologetic look as Neteyam shook his head

"Do not worry about it. We will speak together another time." He said, eyes hard as Arutey stared at him with a hatred he understood. Anyone could've known how Neteyam felt for Y/n with the way he practically gravitated towards her

But he was a boy with honor, and he understood it was not his place to speak to her right now.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Arutey's hand latched around her arm and gently pulled her backwards and away, towards him. Neteyam hated the way his hand moved from her arm and to her palms as he interlocked their fingers. They were walking away from him now - but Y/n turned around for one more glance

She held eye contact for a beat. Two beats. And then, she looked away. But this time, it was with a frown.

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He walked to his hammock with his head hanging that night. Arutey wasn't right for her. Why? Well, he couldn't answer that.

He wished his initial dislike for Arutey was for something not related to Y/n. But it was.

Maybe it was how rough he could be - Neteyam knows how Arutey behaves when he's angry. Like how he'd yelled at a younger na'vi for messing up during a hunt - the way the child's eyes welled up with tears had Neteyam ready to crack his bow over Arutey's head.

He knew Y/n would've been upset if she'd seen how he behaved sometimes, but they hadn't been together long enough for her to see that side of him yet.

Or maybe it was the boys ego - too inflated for someone as humble as Y/n.

Or maybe it was because it wasn't him at Y/n's side.

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It was Toruk Makto's yearly celebration of the day the Na'vi won their freedom from the sky people.

Though the Na'vi had many celebrations where they honored the Great Mother and the life they'd been blessed with, Toruk Makto's celebrations were always one to look forward to

Y/n's top was a beautiful shade of purple - made from the petals of Sun Lilies.

From her legs hung beautiful crystals and ornaments that glowed in the moonlight. Her hair was open and out of it's usual braids - falling softly over her shoulders and curling around her

It didn't take Neteyam long to find her. She looked like a flower in bloom with her colorful attire whilst surrounded by the greenery of Pandora

She was talking to a group of girls, laughing at something one of them said

It was a little embarrassing how much time he'd spend watching her from afar - but building the courage to go up to her was something he struggled with.

He knew he couldn't have her, because she wasn't his. But Eywa, sometimes it felt like he was made for her. He knew how silly he would sound if he said it out loud, but he knew - deep down, the love he felt for her would never leave his heart and soul.

Eventually, Lo'ak found Neteyam and dragged him to where he and a group of boys were sitting idly and speaking to each other - obviously intoxicated with something as they spoke loudly and tumbled over their words - laughing.

"Come on, don't be a loner hanging out all by yourself Neteyam." Was what Lo'ak had said to him

Neteyam just rolled his eyes with a laugh. In reality, Neteyam was even more popular than Lo'ak amongst the teenage boys. But, he didn't usually spend too much time with the other boys. They respected the fact that Neteyam liked to be alone sometimes, not even questioning Toruk Makto's son.

Neteyam finally realized Arutey was sitting amongst this group, oblivious to Neteyam's presence. Maybe it was because of how intoxicated the boy was. Neteyam watched him spill his drink as he stood angrily, storming off at something one of the boys had said

"What's wrong with him?" Lo'ak asked as the boy Arutey had been speaking with grinned. He then snickered, straightening himself a little bit as he noticed Neteyam's eyes watching him, like a predator would to its prey, before speaking.

"Just messing with him - his girl doesn't want him anymore." He said as Lo'ak looked at him confused

"What girl is it?" He asked curiously. But Neteyam's head was already turning to find Y/n

She was still sitting with her friends, unknown to the boy who was approaching her

He stood in an instant, following Arutey with furrowed brows as he watched him approach Y/n and drag her away from the party

He watched her protest, trying to get him to let go of her - but his hand held her arm tightly

It was too crowded for her friends to notice that the boy had taken her, only Neteyam had seen the distasteful interaction

Arutey must have been standing behind some tree now, out of sight from the rest of the party. He was slurring his words a bit as he yelled at her. Neteyam could hear his tense voice - but he could not see where they were, as Arutey had moved swiftly when walking with her - and Neteyam had been too far behind to see exactly where he'd gone

His voice grew louder, and Neteyam's anger was growing to the point where it was threatening to snap

Y/n Y/n Y/n

He was yelling at her. Someone was yelling at her.

Neteyan wasn't stupid, he knew the reason Arutey was yelling at her was because of him. And he wouldn't have it go on a single second longer.

His eyes were practically crazed as he searched for her familiar figure.

He followed the voice - hearing the words "You're a liar." and "Unfaithful." echoing through the forest as the voice grew louder - indicating he was getting closer-

He saw her tear streaked face first. The way her lips were parted in shock at Arutey's cruel words as he kept throwing insult after insult.

Arutey's back was to him - but Y/n saw Neteyam approaching them. He felt his stomach physically recoil by the wounded look on her face - but her expression quickly transformed into relief when she saw him

He was furious that Arutey had frightened her so badly - so mad he could've easily killed him with his fury alone. Arutey must have seen the look on her face -because he was turning around to see what she'd been looking at with such wide eyes

But before he could even get a word out - Neteyam's fist collided with his face. A sickening yet satisfying crack meeting his ears as he threw punch after punch.

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They were on each other - throwing hits so powerful it would've knocked out any other regular Na'vi, but the two teens were warriors, and not ready to back down.

Y/n had taken a sharp intake of breath when Neteyam hit Arutey - but she'd let out a cry when Arutey hit Neteyam

"Stop! Please, both of you!" She tried yelling, and the sound of her desperate voice had Neteyam turning away from Arutey and towards her with concern. Unfortunately, that single second of distraction was all Arutey needed as he threw a punch straight at Neteyam's face

"I hate you!" He yelled at Neteyam - his intoxicated mind ready to give his all in this fight with Neteyam

Neteyam merely gritted his teeth and recovered from the hit in an instant - throwing another punch at Arutey as the two of them pummeled each other with flying fists

It seemed their yells had caught the attention of the Na'vi, as they began walking into the forest to see the source of the screaming and fighting

It didn't take long for Toruk Makto to pull Neteyam off of the boy - and for Arutey's friends to pull him away from the confrontation as well

Both boys looked like they could've gone the whole night fighting each other as they were dragged away

Y/n was yelling at Arutey now, slapping the back of his head as he only sat quietly now. She was visibly upset, and Neteyam could only hear her trembling voice as his father yelled at him

"What the hell were you thinking boy? Hey, Neteyam!" He snapped, angrily snapping his fingers in front of Neteyams face - who's mind seemed to be somewhere else entirely

Neteyam blinked, before shaking his head and wiping the blood he felt trickling from his nose with a frown

"I'm sorry dad, I-" He started, but Neytiri quickly cut him off

"We leave Neteyam. Now."

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After a long lecture from his parents and a proud smirk and slap on the back from Lo'ak, Neteyam struggled to sleep, once again.

He laid in his hammock for maybe an hour before getting up. It took him a second to stand straight, as his head was still a bit dizzy from the hits he'd received from Arutey. 

He sighed uncomfortably before his feet took him out and towards the forest - away from his sleeping family.

Neteyam never got into fights. He really was one of the most civil and peaceful Na'vi in the clan. Fighting was something Lo'ak was known for doing. He didn't even know what was going through his mind when he hit Arutey - but seeing Y/n getting yelled at by that Skxawng had triggered something inside of him.

She was easily the bravest teens amongst the clan - known for her flawless hunting and charming personality. But seeing her with Arutey had always upset him. How did he, of every Na'vi to live, have the privilege to be with her?

He knew he could not interfere with someone else's relationship - but Y/n had been his friend before she began her relationship with Arutey. And Neteyam believed he had the right to protect his friend. His dearest friend, no matter what. He valued their friendship like no other.

"Neteyam?"

He turned slowly at his father voice, seeing him standing sleepily and looking at Neteyam confused.

"Come here kid, come on." He gestured, calling him over as they sat down. He saw how tired his dad was, just barely awake as he sat down with Neteyam. He knew he was in for another lecture.

"Dad, you are tired. We can speak in the morning if you want?" He tried reasoning, but Jake shook his head firmly

"Yea, you think we'll get this type of privacy in the day?" He said, laughing quietly as Neteyam gave him a small smile

Jake was quiet for a moment, almost like he was thinking, before he began speaking.

"Now, tell me what happened. What really happened that made you fight that boy today." He said softly, his tone showing no anger as Neteyam stayed quiet, looking at the ground

Jake waited patiently for Neteyam to gather his thoughts

"Dad... well, there's this girl. Her name - it is Y/n." He started, the words foreign on his tongue as he spoke

Jake raised a knowing brow as Neteyam let out a nervous breath. Jake has heard of Y/n briefly, he knew of the girls sweet nature and skills.

The words were hard for Neteyam to speak because, well, he'd never spoken out loud of his feelings for Y/n before

But they sat for maybe an hour, Neteyam pouring out the feelings and the hurt he'd kept bottled up for so long as Jake nodded along quietly, listening more attentively than ever.

When Neteyam was finished talking, the relief he felt was like no other. Jake grabbed Neteyam gently by the shoulders before speaking

"Now, listen to me Neteyam. She is special to you, I gathered that much. And if someone is special to you - you don't ever let them go. I know that from experience. You know... you're mother was promised to someone else when I met her. Now, I'm not saying to go after someone who doesn't belong to you - what I'm saying is, if you truly, in your heart -" He said, tapping Neteyam's chest gently with his finger before continuing, "If you truly feel she doesn't belong with him, that she isn't happy - then you interfere. The fight you got into... well, I hate to say it, but I'm proud you intervened. Don't tell your mother though -" Jake quickly added concerned as Neteyam let out a heartfelt laugh

"Now - go back to sleep boy. Rest, you're tired, I can tell." Jake said, gently pulling the boy up from where they were sitting as Neteyam smiled

"Goodnight dad." Neteyam said. And right when his head hit his hammock, sleep took over his body before he had the chance to fight it.

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Neteyam had spent his morning deep in Pandora's plentiful forest.

Initially, he wanted to clear his mind. But he couldn't stop himself when he saw the array of flowers that were growing plentifully and basking in the suns rays.

He'd seen his father gift it to his mother - a bouquet was what he'd called it.

It became a tradition of Jake's, constantly getting Neytiri bouquets whenever he was out or when she was mad at him. Neteyam loved seeing his mother's face light up when she'd be greeted by the familiar and beautiful array of flowers.

It took him a while to figure out how to create it - but once it was complete, he couldn't have been more proud.

It was colorful, and smelled so sweet that it reminded him of Y/n's own scent. The flowers were all different from one another - two of each kind, one flower to symbolize Y/n, and the other flower to symbolize him.

There were many, and they were tied together by vines expertly. It truly was a beautiful bouquet.

He had hidden the bouquet and spent the entire day with a cheesy grin plastered on his face looking forward to the night - when he planned to seek Y/n out.

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Y/n sat quietly tonight, not speaking much expect for a few please's and thank you's during  dinner

Neteyam frowned as he watched her - she was usually so lively and talkative. He loved eating his food quietly and listening to her talk to the clan with her precious smile

After dinner, she excused herself early and was seemingly bidding her goodnights for the evening.

Widening his eyes at her quick departure, Neteyam also swiftly excused himself as his father gave him a knowing nod - granting him permission to leave

He grabbed the bouquet he'd kept hidden, before taking a deep breath and following after her

"Y/n! Wait!" He yelled out

She turned around, looking a bit confused. But once she realized it was Neteyam who was calling her, he watched her ears lift curiously as her tail swayed awaitingly behind her

"Neteyam." She said breathlessly as he stopped in front of her, looking down towards her as his nervousness finally caught up to him

"Yes, I- are you ok?" He finally managed as she blinked a few times, shaking her head as if to assure him nothing was wrong

"Oh Neteyam, I am fine. I actually wanted to thank you for yesterday. I..." She trailed off as she stared at him, her hands clasped together tightly

"I feel horrible for what he did to you. You did not deserve that, and I - I have never felt so horrible before. I wanted to find you earlier, but I didn't think I could talk to you without - " She stopped, clamping her mouth shut as she took a deep breath in

Neteyam felt his heart sink as he understood what she'd been trying to say by the misty look in her eyes.

She thought she'd start crying if she tried talking to him after last night.

"Y/n... oh Y/n, I am the one who intervened. And for your honor, I will always intervene. Please, do not blame yourself for someones else's ignorance." He said softly, moving one of his hands forward as he tentatively reached for her face

He stopped a few inches from her face, suddenly freezing as he realized how intimate it was to cradle one's face. But it was Y/n who moved forward, resting her cheek against his palm and holding it softly.

She closed her eyes, leaning her cheek into his hand as Neteyam's heart beat quickened - so much that he was sure she could hear it.

"Actually, I stopped you for another reason Y/n. There was something I wanted to give you," He said, trying to calm his heart as his mind felt like he was about to go into the most dangerous battle of his life

She opened her eyes, her lashes damp as she looked at him with eyes so mesmerizing he struggled to form a sentence

"I wanted you to have this... I want you to know, I value you. More than anything Y/n. And if... If you ever need me, for anything at all - I am always here for you." He said, slowly moving his arm to reveal the bouquet he'd kept hidden behind his back during their conversation

He will never forget the look in her eyes when she first saw the bouquet for as long as he lived. 

Her lips parted, her eyes stunned as she took in the beautiful sight of flowers in front of her

And finally, the smile he'd missed so damn much overtook her entire face. The light from it alone bright enough to shine over even the darkest parts of him.

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He wouldn't pursue her the night after the fight. He knew she needed time, and he would wait as long as she'd wish for him to

But, their friendship evolved. 

Before, he spent his time watching her from afar. Now that they were closer as friends, he sat next to her - and Eywa, he began to see the little details he'd missed before.

Like the way her eyes would squint when she'd find something hilarious, or the way her face would be completely still, and only her eyes would move when she was hunting. She would be entirely focused - and he'd be just as still when he'd watch her

She liked swimming. They had spent many nights swimming with each other. She'd tell him of her favorite songs to sing when praying to Eywa, and how she loved sunrises. She'd wake up before every single one just to watch it happen.

He found himself opening up too - his heart giving her everything and more as he shared every bit of him to her. He'd tell her of his struggles as the eldest son, and how sometimes his mother would show him her clever tricks with her bow - he promised he'd show Y/n every single one she wanted to know about. To this, she said she wanted to know them all.

She learned everything about him - and he learned and loved everything about her. 

He didn't think he could fall in love with her anymore than before, but he was wrong.

Neteyam awoke early today, it was still dark out, but the smile on his face couldn't have been any more brighter

She'd invited him to watch the sunrise with her. Nobody else knew she'd wake to watch the sunrise - and he felt his heart physically stutter in his chest when she asked him to come with her.

It was a special moment of her day - and she wanted to share it with him.

He saw her sitting peacefully, eyes closed as her legs hung over the edge of the ledge she was sitting on

He sat down quietly next to her, and she turned to him with a smile

"Hi." She said quietly, her eyes twinkling in the dim light. Neteyam felt his heart swoon at the sight of her

"Hi." He whispered back, before the two of them turned to the view in front of them

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, her rays ready to touch the sky as Y/n turned to him

He turned away from the sun and to her, and she moved to hold his hand

"I wanted to tell you something important, Neteyam." She said, her voice gentle as his ears perked up

"Of course, is something wrong?" He asked, his voice genuinely concerned as she let out a quiet laugh

"Nothing is wrong, I just..." She trailed off as she stared at him, her eyes filled with an emotion he didn't entirely understand just yet

He remained quiet and waited for her to speak again, squeezing her hand reassuringly as she shook her head

Moving forward, she pressed her lips to his.

They were soft and gentle and sweet. He blinked rapidly, before leaning into her. His mind immediately freezing as he felt her hand gently hold his face

As she pulled back, the sun's light illuminated her face so radiantly, that Neteyam's breath was simply taken away.

She laughed at the look on his face, her smile enchanting him in a way no one else could've.

"I like you, Neteyam. More than friends. More like -"

"Lovers." He breathed out, still unable to believe what had just happened

She nodded her head, eyes beaming at him with love, he realized

"Eywa, I've been waiting for you to say that." He said lovingly with a grin that matched hers as he leaned towards her and connected their lips once again, the sun's light shining on them both as they enveloped each other longingly.

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

Al-An SFW Alphabet

Finally finished this! Please tell me If there's any typos or if something is contradictory, and I'll fix it!

No warnings (that I know of, tell me and I'll fix that), no use of Y/N.

Enjoy!!

Affection- (how affectionate are they? How do they show it?)

They're very affectionate...in their own way. Don't get me wrong, they do enjoy physical touch, but it's a bit difficult to cuddle a robot centaur that's twice your size.

They prefer to spend time with you, whether that be working on the same thing or not. You'll often find them hovering nearby wherever you happen to be, working on something.

Al-An does enjoy physical affection, but it takes a while for them to get used to it. He has difficulty asking for it, but the way they act when they want to cuddle is also about as subtle as a Reaper Leviathan. Most of the time, they'll let you ask first, but on occasion, he'll scoop you up for some cuddles.

Best friend- (How would they be as a best friend? How would it start?)

They're not a terrible bestie. Al-An doesn't understand the concept at all. But hey, it's not that bad. Humans are small and adorable, and he would rip the universe to shreds if you were killed. They like to pick you up under the arms like you're a cat. You pass the dangle test.

Cuddles- (Do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

Al-An isn't often in the mood for physical contact, but when they are, it's pretty obvious. Hope you don't have anything to do, because you are not getting up for much. You don't need to! If you need water/food/etc, they can use one of their telepathy arms to grab it. Even if you absolutely have to leave for whatever reason, you best believe you're getting pulled right back in as soon as you're done.

Cuddling Al-An usually ends up with them laid down like a cat (loaf), and you curled up against them. Sometimes you'll find them laying like someone shot them, with a limb in every direction. Usually when they're like this, you'll end up getting held against their chest.

Domestic- (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

They cannot cook. They can work a fabricator, and they can catch fish or retrieve plants, but combining the two? Nope! (Not yet at least.) And god forbid they try to cook over a fire. It does not end well. They like to watch you do it though. The processes are fascinating, and knowing Earth has so many different cultures, each with their own cuisine? He's quite intrigued. They do eventually get pretty good at it, but it takes a while.

Al-An doesn't really need to clean. Architects have kind of evolved past organisation, so he can just scan a pile/locker and know what's inside. So if you're messy, it doesn't really bug him. They end up just making it so everything you need is within your line of sight- organized chaos kinda thing.

Ending- (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

They're not showing emotion, but that doesn't mean they're not feeling any. Whether that be anger, sadness, pain- they're definitely feeling something. You'd have to have done something awful.

Fiancé- (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Al-An...doesn't really get it. In his mind, you're already together, and that's all there is to it. Once you explain it to them, he does rather like the idea. Even if there isn't any way to really seal the deal, it's a nice little thing between the two of you.

Gentle- (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Al-An could never bring himself to handle you roughly. While they do know his own strength, you're incredibly fragile (compared to him at least) and they don't want to take chances. Al-An could never forgive themself if he ever hurt you- even if it's unintentional. They will also wipe anything that dares harm you from existence.

Emotionally, he can't help being blunt. They don't really understand human emotions, but if they hurt you on accident, they'll apologize, and figure out what they said/did so it won't happen again. Over time they get better at the whole feelings thing- though whether this is due to spending time together, remnants of the link between you, or some combination of the two remains to be seen.

Hugs- (Do they like hugs? How often do they give them? What are their hugs like?)

Al-An likes hugs. The first time you gave him one, they were...confused, to say the least. But after you explained, he became quite partial to the idea.

As with all physical touch, they aren't the biggest fan, but if you're sad, they'll scoop you up and cradle you against their chest. It's warm, and soothing, and you've never felt so safe.

I love you- (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes a while. After they tell you what they've done, why the planet was under quarantine, etc.- which takes a while on it's own- it'll take a lot of reassurance to convince them that no, you're not going anywhere without them, and of course you don't hate him. It'll take a bit for him to say it, but after the first time, it comes easier, and they try to make it a habit.

Jealousy- (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

There isn't really anything for them to get jealous of, to be honest. But let's just do a hypothetical. Y'know. For science.

Their behaviour won't change much, but the fact that your normally purple/blue RGB robot centaur is suddenly glowing like the fires of Hades is kind of a dead giveaway. They're not going to intervene unless you seem uncomfortable. They know you won't take that shit laying down. (And even if you would, Al-An absolutely does not.)

Afterwards, they'll apologize for acting so rashly, citing your obvious discomfort as his reason for getting so angry. If he scared/upset you, they're even more apologetic (especially if he scared you).

Kisses- (What are their kisses like? Where do they kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They can't really give you kisses, but they do enjoy kisses on their faceplate. It's a soft thing, and it's physical touch, yeah, but to them, it's different. It feels more intimate. Softer. They like to bump their forehead against yours and looking at all the teeny-tiny details in your eyes. It's a good way to strengthen your mental connection as well.

Little ones- (How are they with kids? Do they want any?)

They're not...entirely sure what to do with them. They haven't really interacted with kids before, so they're going with a mix of trial-and-error and common sense. It's really cute seeing them interact with little ones though, they're so gentle.

Not sure how you'd make it happen, but they're definitely not opposed to having a kid or two. You'll probably end up getting cats or something like that, because kids are cute, but actually having to deal with them is a pain in the ass.

Morning- (How are mornings spent with them?)

Most mornings with Al-An follow a set routine. They wake you up around sunrise, and make sure you actually get up. Then you make breakfast and eat while the two of you talk about what you're doing that day. Then when you're finished, the two of you head out.

Some mornings they'll let you sleep in, usually on special occasions, or after a long night. Sometimes you just look so peaceful, laying there without a care in the world, that Al-An can't quite bring themself to rouse you.

If you're a nocturnal type, Al-An just does the same, but in reverse. They wake you up with the moon, and make sure all your light sources are adequately charged- no less than 100%. They know that going out into the open ocean at night is even more dangerous, so he tends to be a bit of a worrywart.

Night- (How are nights spent with them?)

Nighttime with Al-An is also pretty routine. When you get home and put your stuff away, you make some food. Depending on when you get home, it can be anywhere from supper to a late-night meal.

Also dependent on when you get home is how glued-to-your side they are. If you get home on time, they're generally not super touchy- the usual. However, the later you are the more worried they get, and if you're not home by the time night falls (or day breaks), they're going to come get you.

After you finish eating, you'll usually unwind a bit, whether that's with the worn-out deck of cards you brought with you, or with some cuddles and a mug of tea.

Open- (When will they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

It takes a while. You've known each other for at least a year, if not longer, before he says anything regarding what happened here. They're afraid you'll resent or even outright hate him for what happened. That being said, they do trust you, but human emotions are unpredictable at best, and a constantly-shifting maelstrom at worst. They lost their people because of that mistake- they don't want to lose you too.

Patience- (How easily angered are they?)

Al-An is pretty patient. Even if they seem angry, nine times out of ten it's just worry in disguise. Ticking him off is quite difficult, and even when they are well and truly pissed off, it's very rarely at you. After all, arguments between you two are rare, and discussions are usually cordial- if you're angry about something, you talk it out. Most of the time, their ire is directed at something or someone that hurt you.

Quizzes- (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Al-An has an excellent memory, so forgetting something isn't an option to him. In all the time you've known them (which is nothing to sneeze at), he's never forgotten a birthday, anniversary, how you like your coffee, or that you prefer symbiotes to peepers.

Remember- (What is their favourite moment in the relationship?)

Probably the first time you fell asleep on them. You had been up for way too long, running, running, running, and they had finally gotten you to take a break and come sit in the observatory with them. You relented, and curled against his side. They pulled a blanket over you, and as you watched the fish swim by, the faint whirring of Al-An's systems running in your ears, with their warmth augmenting your own, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, dreaming sweetly. They didn't move an inch, and you've never felt safer than when you're cuddled up to Al-An.

Security- (How protective are they? How do they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Al-An is quite protective, but it's for good reason. After all, 4546B is a dangerous place for the natural flora and fauna, let alone a little human. They don't like it when you go off on your own, especially on land, where the Iceworms lurk. The last time the two of you had a run-in with them, it... didn't go so well. You got thrown a good ten meters, and Al-An confined you to bed rest for three weeks because you broke a couple ribs. That Iceworm didn't survive, by the way. As soon as they heard you scream, it got vaporised by their ion cannon.

Try- (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

They don't put much effort in, but not how you might think. It's less of an "oh, I don't really care" and more of an "I already know what they like, so I'll get them something within those parameters".

Ugly- (What are some of their bad habits?)

They're a little too protective, to the point where you have to sit down with them and reiterate that you're a mature adult, capable of making your own decisions and dealing with the consequences. If he wants to be there to support you, that's fine- but he needs to let you make your own mistakes. They have a bad habit of brushing you off when they're working as well, but they always apologise for that- he never means to snap like they do.

Vanity- (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very. They don't mind if you give them little baubles to decorate their storage medium with, but otherwise? No fucks given.

Whole- (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. Al-An has lost so, so much in their life, I'm not sure he could stand to lose more. If they ever did lose you, they'd be distraught. They would catch themselves in a constant cycle of wanting to heal for your sake, and blaming himself for your death. This is exacerbated by the loss of his people, or eased by their support.

Xtra- (An extra headcanon about them)

They like playing War. The unpredictable nature of the game keeps them guessing, and it's the only one you can't really cheat at. They enjoy poker, but you banned it on grounds of them having an eternal poker face.

Yuck- (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

They don't like big-corp assholes. The only ones Al-An ever came into contact with were Alterra, but they're all the same- and Al-An likes exactly none of them. There's a special place in Al-An's burn book for the elites of said megacorps.

He also despises those with little to no respect for the environment. He understands the Architects did terrible things in the name of science, and Al-An played a major role in that- but it was truly for the greater good. Nothing would have survived Kharaa if it had spread.

Zzz- (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Al-An tends to sprawl out like they've been shot and killed in a bad cowboy movie. They like having you curl up against their face, because it allows them to hear your heartbeat and ensure you're still there. They don't sleep often- once every couple months- but when they crash, they crash hard. Nothing is waking him from the dead sleep they've gotten themself into.

Masterlist

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hear me out... 2023 georg listing

please he's so fine i swear that man aged like fine wine

(maybe something that involves reader having an obsession with his hands because come on we've all seen them they're veiny and just caldo like you can't tell me if you were with him you wouldn't want a hand around your neck and he definitely would catch you looking and tease you about it🤭)

se mi dicesse di abbaiare, mi metterei in ginocchio e abbaierei come un fottuto cane.

(He did age like fine wine and this is a hill I'm dying on. And his hands...idk why but hands are just so- idk can't explain it but it explains itself. And enjoy!!)

Hand Obsession

Oh we all know Georg is teasing you about this

I mean..it's Georg

And yes his hands are fucking amazing

I feel like he first noticed when he noticed you just watching him when he was playing on stage

It could literally be any instrument

He thought you were just watching him, but he noticed how he was never able to catch your eye

Then he went lower

And he noticed how your eyes would always follow his hands

I feel he was very, very confused at first

He was going over everything because from the very beginning you would always watch him

So he's going over whenever he can remember if he was every able to catch your eye

News flash, nope

He was contemplating every single thing he's done when he's known you for years

How you would always watch when he was doing anything with his hands

Even during sex, you always admired his hands

He finally clicked it

And oh boy he was having a field day with this

You can never escape this shit anymore

When he got off stage he immediately grabbed you and even whispered he knew

And oh my lord and he never fucking stopped

He purposely does shit now to make you flustered or turn you on

It boosts his ego so so much now

Your welcome babes you started this

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[disappointingcabbage]

TMAGP 20 thoughts, spoilers under the cut!!

The original title of the episode was Skin Deep, but they changed it to Social Stigma. Inch Resting… giving Ink5oul vibes…

Sam wants to talk to Alice and Celia Away From The Computers about the Magnus Institute. Smart but ineffective, though to be fair he doesn’t know they can listen on, like, every piece of technology imaginable lmao

poor Alice is Done With This Shit, understandable after her chat with Colin tbh

Oh shit Sam figured out the Protocol equals arson shenanigans…

The OIAR had the institute destroyed by Starkwall? I hate that that makes sense, I very much wanted Gertrude to have done it. Gobsmackingly uncommon L for arson grandma I guess.

Wait, not only did Starkwall burn the institute down, they also killed all the employees? Damn, seems like overkill but makes sense if that just means Elias wasn’t bluffing in TMA about how killing him kills everyone at the Institute.

I guess that means Jonah Magnus is super dead in this universe. Nice.

Also Gertrude either never worked for the Magnus Institute in this universe or she was able to quit before the Protocol was enacted and the institute was destroyed.

Alice makes a good point about not wanting to piss off the government by exposing real conspiracies, judging by the extreme nature of Arson Protocols, if Sam keeps digging deeper he could put himself and perhaps also Alice and Celia in serious danger

I love that Celia is advocating for Sam

THE LADS IN THE COMPUTER SENT SAM AN EMAIL WITH DOCUMENTS CONFIRMING THAT STARKWALL BURNED DOWN THE INSTITUTE???

But this time the email address that sent it was gibberish… I don’t think that was the case for the one that sent him Gerry’s address… inch resting…

The fact that they know they’re working for the bad guys this early on in comparison to TMA is really cool tbh

Celia is definitely not beating the universe hopping allegations with her “are we sure destroying the institute was a bad thing? They wanted to end the world” take

Alice is pulling a Georgie and noping out. Fair enough.

Celia’s still down to investigate, hell yeah

HOLY FUCKING SHIT INK5OUL MY BELOVED

Why are they tattooing in a warehouse? Odd choice of venue lmao

Oh, they’re tattooing a corpse. Sounds about right for them tbh.

The fact that they’re commenting on how Gwen has “nice skin” is giving me Nikola Orsinov vibes

The OIAR wants Ink5oul to be an external? Neat. Why weren’t they one already?

Oh shit Ink5oul seems to be in the middle of becoming an avatar and they don’t understand what the fuck is happening

They didn’t originally want to be Spooky, just wanted social media fame. Oof. Also doesn’t help that the first time they went viral it was a complete accident.

Oh shit the statement for this week is just Ink5oul talking to Gwen.

Lmao they accidentally stumbled into the spooky while looking for inspiration (and/or tattoo designs old enough to steal without getting caught)

So Oscar Jarrett was basically the original Ink5oul, and “adapting” his supernaturally flavored designs is the only thing that gets them fame

Ink5oul, bestie, I think your friends were right to be worried about you, not just jealous.

Oh shit Jarrett tattoos don’t decay? Funky!! That explains all the grave robbing.

It’s kind of hilarious that constantly changing venues due to running from the law just kind of helped with Ink5oul’s branding online like no one thought it was suspicious at all, they were just like “ooh spooky blorbo”

Oh damn, emulating Jarrett’s work changed Ink5oul’s own work and made it Spooky? AND it made them want to see people afraid? Yeah this is some avatar shit.

Ink5oul does not in fact want to be an external. That tracks tbh

Gwen do Not talk town to the spooky ink person

“This is the part where you start running” Gwen pissed off the wrong one lmao

[thehellsystem]

the varigo is killing me rn.,,. . do you have head canons

WRITING A VARIGO FIC RN SO YES Varian just never stopped being afraid of blood. So, one time, Hugo got hurt during the trials. Bleeding all over the place kind of injury. "Did Varian help him?" "Did Varian support him?" Varian dropped like a rock to the ground and Nuru and Yong found them knocked out and one of them covered in blood and they were like "...what is WRONG with these adults?" Playing Pokemon Violet DLC,,,,, Varian would have a Galarian Zigzagoon and Hugo would have a Zorua. They hate each other Olivia was NOT for Varigo. She was over here going "Nope that is MY Hugo, I have had him all to myself for years and you can't have him" and Ruddiger was entirely ready to have another human to feed him apples so they were just fighting each other. Still very bitter about having to share their people, though. AUs... thinking about aus Specifically a Star Rail au where Varian is Mara-struck. That appeals to me. I could write that. But I don't want to share vat7k with people that like hsr because nothing is scarier than having a popular fandom in your fandom of like, twelve people. SPEAKING OF HOYOVERSE GAMES Varian would have a cryo vision. Since they stand for conflicted ideals most of the time, he'd probably get it during the snowstorm. His ambition was to save his dad, but he wanted to listen to his dad so badly. Hugo would PROBABLY have a pyro vision. I think he'd get it after Varian got posessed, because most of his life was spent doing mindless thieving. The second he could focus on something else, he realized how much he just wanted a calm life. He looked at his crush being posessed and went "I am NOT doing this again! Jesus!" Varian listens to Michael in the Bathroom on repeat at 12am every night and Hugo is So Tired of it. He's a Heathers fan and cried listening to Someone Gets Hurt (Reprise) from Mean Girls. They like horror movies but are both objectively afraid of them. In the bad way. Varian watches that one really fucked up episode of My Little Pony and is out for the rest of the year on horror movies. He kins Stygian.

Varian and Ruddiger copy each others expressions. Olivia noticed this and got EXTREMELY jealous, so she started doing it with Hugo. They both have their little vermin copying them. Hugo does not have Can Eat Spicy Food Swag. He only has White Boy Swag. Hugo and Rapunzel do white girl shit together. Rapunzel loves Varian very much, but she and Hugo are posing together for Instagram pictures and buying Starbucks and going to Target. Hugo with a braid is real to ME because I feel like that reminds him of Rapunzel. Varian thinks it's funny. ON THE SAME NOTE Hugo does not understand Rapunzel. He doesn't understand people who do nice things for no reason. If he's doing something nice, it's because he expects favors back. Even if the favor is just something like a kiss from Varian or a good pat on the back from Eugene. Rapunzel will give him little gifts and he panics because he doesn't know what she expects back from him. Varian has to explain that she's just That Nice. He's very concerned. They participate in actively sitting in each other's laps. Ask them when the last time they sat in an actual chair was and they stare off into the distance and have a flashback scene in their mind. Hugo is objectively uncomfortable to sit on but his scrawny twink ass is just laying on Varian whenever possible. Royal meeting and they don't have an extra chair for him? Don't worry gang, he already has one!

They are both deranged! Yippeeee!

[onskepa]

Pamtseo Si > Lo'ak's route!

request: Can I get a Neteyam or Lo'ak x Human reader. Where he ends up spending an entire day at the lab with them. I just imagine them getting into a play fight and that messing us each other's hair and they end up doing different hairstyles on each other. 🥺Maybe you can also include a part where the reader shows Neteyam/Lo'ak her music playlist. Bruh- I just imagined Neteyam/Lo'ak hearing the lyrics of Kill bill and kinda staring at the reader wide eyed at the 'I just killed my ex part'. 😅

A month's of constant doing chores, intense training, doing whatever lo'ak has got to do just to have ONE day off. A day of freedom. A day in whatever he wants to do without having to be with his siblings or his parents nagging on him. NOPE! Once the sun rose up from the Pandora skies, he was quick to wake up first, collect a lot of fruits for his family to enjoy breakfast, freshen up, and dip out.

Making his way to the laboratory where many of the humans he comes to care about, live in. One human in particular is his lovely PamPam, well, she has a name but lo'ak enjoys teasing her by calling her PamPam. His cute yet loud girlfriend.

Lo'ak and Pampam started dating a little over 1 year, and so far, it is the peak of lo'ak life. He enjoys spending time with his human lover, every time he is with her, all the stress and worries just vanish. He can be his fun, goofy self when he is around her. It is always fun and never boring with his pampam.

Just the other day, Pampam said to come to the lab when he has a free day, cause she had something she wanted to show lo'ak. Feeling giddy, he speeds to the lab. So many things going on his mind, a flower she found? old recordings of some of the now dead science guys? some cool junk?

When lo'ak entered the lab, everyone greeted him, and he in return. Saying good morning as he passes by, he felt at ease and safe among the humans who were loyal to his people.

With big steps, he managed to reach pampam's room, which it was a decent size, full of trinkets and gifts lo'ak personally gave to his cute little lover. Speaking of, there she was laying on the floor playing with something small.

She looked up, her eyes sparkling in excitement, "lo'ak!" she shouts happily. Jumping from where she want, launched herself into lo'ak's arms, hugging tightly they both take a moment of silence to feel each other. "I have all day today just for you" lo'ak tells her, she gasps happily and brings him to sit on the floor with her on his lap.

"so what is it that you wanted to show me?" he asks. With an excited tone, pampam explains, "well norm was clearing out some of the back storage and found this!" show him a small rectangular black shiny...thing. It felt cold to the touch but something that can be easily broken. "It's a miracle there are no cracks this whole time" remarks pampam.

Lo'ak was exposed to limitless demon technology, heck, he can operate a computer all by himself, when he knows what he it doing. Knows how machines in the laboratory works, how touch screens and holograms work. And yet, demon technology still surprises him.

Curious he asks "what is it? how does it work?", pampam happily answers. "This is an old music player, can hold over a thousand songs! so many types of songs are in here! I don't know who it belonged to but this thing has a loooooooooot of music!".

Kind understanding, he leans in a bit more, "let me pick a song?" he asks, pampam nods and holds it out for him. He scrolls for a bit until one title catches his attention. Pressing it to play, the music blasts it out.

IN THE LAB!

Everyone was doing their thing until two high loud voices was heard in a hall. Everyone was wondering what the heck was going on, they got closer. Max and Norm taking the lead, they get closer to pampam's bedroom door to hear what the chaos is going on....only to hear Lo'ak and pampam singing the infamous song...

"Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you!!!"

That will be all for this request! ngl I had fun with it! until next time!

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Here we go, part two of the werewolf Peter au.

Warning: Aro is an ass, as usual, and Peter is not doing well mentally, as usual but worse now

On with the fic!

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It had been...

A weird morning.

To say the least.

Peter had kinda come to expect that he was going to wake up either destroying his bedroom, like he did last month, or waking up naked in a random place, like the first two months of this insanity he now called his life. It turned out to be the latter, which was fine, he didn't want to have to explain how sex left his room trashed and his bed smashed for a second time.

But it wasn't really that fine, he had found himself naked and covered in blood again, in some random alley far from the Vegas Strip. The last thing he remembered was drinking a whole hell of a lot, which has actually become harder to do since this whole wolf thing started, and blacking out while watching TV.

Next thing he knew, he was in a smelly alley way, and some smartly-dressed vampire was standing above him. Peter would have either been running for his life or being a complete bastard about the situation if it wasn't for the fact that he still hadn't finished transforming and pain was very much his biggest issue to deal with.

Body horror looks cool in the movies, but is the absolute worst in reality.

The vampire seemed super amused by all this, fucker, and then had the balls to offer to take Peter home to 'discuss things', or whatever. Peter should have told him to go sit on a stake, but honestly? He was exhausted, filled with horrible shame and hatred and guilt, and needed a shower like crazy. And maybe five cups of coffee.

So, he offered to let the vampire take him home, wondering how they would do that now that the sun was rising.

Apparently, this vampire could run. Really, really fast.

Peter threw up on the floor when they got to the elevator of the hotel and the vampire had been an ass and dropped him for it.

Once up in the penthouse, and going against every instinct and letting the vampire in, Peter had finally gotten his shower. It totally didn't last longer than it needed because he was crying, nope, never happened, he just wanted to make sure all the blood was gone.

When he came out, dressed in a robe and nothing more, he found the vampire at hardly-used kitchen table, the one that looked super gothy and was made of iron, with a fresh cup of coffee on it. Peter felt no shame in downing the damn thing, but he probably should have been cautious. The vampire could have drugged it.

Not that drugs have much effect now, uhg.

After two more cups, Peter was ready to talk.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked, tapping his nails on the side of his mug.

The vampire had sat quietly this whole time, smiling that eerie smile of his, his red eyes practically twinkled with unspoken amusement. Ew.

"I am Aro, and I am to assume that you were Peter Vincent, yes?"

"How'd you know that?"

"You are not subtle with your egotism in this place. Also, I have seen the billboards around the city, and your 'collection' does not shy away from also being self-advertisement for you and your... magic act?"

"Performance." Peter sneered. "It's a performance. Anyway, what the hell did you even want to talk to me about? Cause I'm sure you can already guess that I do not like vampires and I do not trust or make deals with 'em."

"Your collection of memorabilia and weapons, if you wish to call them that, speaks differently about your hatred for my kind. But then again, it's cute if you want me to believe that you are a hunter, as I am guessing that's what all this is about." He waved a hand around lazily in the direction of the collection.

Peter glared over the rim of his mug, taking a long drink. "I am a hunter."

"How many have you killed?" He asked, but the tone indicated that he knew the answer, and Peter didn't like that.

"Does it matter?"

"It might."

Peter shifted and set down the mug. "A few, not a lot, but a few, it's better than none."

Aro just smiled more, it made his crow's feet show, he was messing with Peter. Fucker. "Maybe, maybe not. Does your hunting have anything to do with your current situation of being a shapeshifter? Or has this always been a thing?"

With a groan, Peter rose from the table, going to refill the mug and put a few splashes of scotch in it. "It's... not. I won't tell you the details, but I got bit about five months ago, and started changing afterwards, last night was the fourth one."

"And I am to assume you are of the wolf variety?"

Peter blinked. "There's more? Like, I mean, I know some myths and folklore mention other animals, but it's usually wolves. Fuck, I could have been somethin' else?"

"There are those of the vampire variety that can become bats, making them shapeshifters, but not of the kind of creature you are. You seem to be a full-on werewolf, though I have only seen you in a recovery state. I would need to see your full form in order to make sure."

"Oh, fuck no, you ain't seein' me like that! I don't even know what I look like!"

"Did you not see the creature that bit you?" Aro asked, tilting his head in a way that made Peter hate him a little bit more.

"He wasn't a wolfman when he fuckin' bit me, idiot. He was human, we were goin' at it and it was gettin' super hot, then this fucker bit me on the shoulder and tried to do it again. So, I punched him, he freaked out, ran off. Didn't even register it was the full moon that night until a month later when I woke up naked and bloody somewhere away from where I had been the night before."

Aro hummed, thinking on this, before rising from the table and approached Peter. He was slightly shorter, Peter noted, but he felt intimidated by him all the same. "Show me?"

"S-show you what?"

"The bite. Unless if it healed?"

Peter didn't want to, but he felt like he didn't have much choice. He pulled down the collar of the robe, presenting the still red bite on his shoulder. The teeth indents had scarred over, but the area around them was still red, it still hurt sometimes, especially after the full moon.

Aro stared at it, then gently touched it, making Peter hiss at the icy contact against his burning skin. "Fuck..." He breathed, feeling his skin crawl at the sensation.

"Curious..." Aro frowned, red eyes focused on it. "Hmm, this might be a true werewolf bite, how rare, I haven't seen one in ages."

Peter covered the bite with his robe again, frowning hard. "What's that supposed to mean? You know what this is then?"

He then quietly added, "Is it curable?"

The vampire looked at him, face impossible to read. He seemed like a statue all of a sudden, and yet he was clearly reading Peter like a book. "Possible. I'd have to look into it, as I said, it's been ages since I've dealt with true werewolves, they are extremely rare nowadays. Most shapeshifters I've come across have been in control of their abilities, or it is of a culture. This, however, is a curse of sorts."

"Fuck." Peter grabbed his mug and downed it. "But there's a chance?"

Aro smiled, and Peter hated it. "Possibly, it may take some time. But if I were to... help you, I would like something in return?"

"And what would that be?"

"For you to work for me."

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Still gotta figure out all the details, but just know Aro is playing Peter like a harp. I don't think there really is a cure for the whole werewolf thing, unless if it's one of those curses where you have to give it to someone else.

But Peter is going to be desperate for a cure, he wants this to end.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale's Thoughts: Derision

So the new Episode dropped a bombshell. It revealed just how much Marinette's past impacted her.

And before I write out everything

I will be talking the Good and the Bad

Spoilers obviously

So to make this as simple as possible.

Chloé bullied Marinette for years. While most of the school students were terrified of Chloé. Even the teachers and Principal were afraid to do ANYTHING regarding Chloé. Considering how much influence her father as Mayor had.

Socqueline was like an older protective sister to Marinette. During this time, Marinette developed a crush on Kim, his Himbo butt. Chloé found out about that and used it as an opportunity. Using Kim's inability to tell when something is too far, goes along with Chloé's idea for a prank.

This results in Marinette thinking Kim was serious about a relationship only to be offered a box full of bugs and causing her to fall into a pool as Chloé mocked her. Thus explaining Marinette's MASSIVE trauma on trust and why she plans out everything, why she distrusts any friend of Chloé and why she must know everything about someone before she can let herself confess.

Now this is sort of crucial as it explains why Marinette is how she is. As well as why even though things are going great with Adrien she cant fully embrace it.

Lets start with

THE GOOD:

This allows us to explain a lot of Marinette's insecurity and mistrust. Marinette wanting to NEVER let herself be caught off guard also explains why she is so gunho about planning everything. It also give support on why she was so HARSH to Adrien in Origins. He embodies nearly everything she swore to be against falling for. Mysterious boy, Friend of Chloé, and hiding things. Adrien was Marinette's antithesis as a person to fall for... YET SHE DOES ANYWAY. Showing how good of a person Adrien is, and how Marinette's heart can feel that truth within her. It also explains why Marinette was so obsessive in learning EVERY single thing she could about adrien. It wasnt because she was obsessive or hyperfocusing, she was so traumatized from the pool incident she never wants to be caught in such a position again.

This also goes to show how Socqueline was more of an impactful person to Marinette. But does make me question why she would not even be MENTIONED in season 1 (aside from the obvious that this was tacked on this season). But also explains why Marinette keeps her hair like that, as a sign of respect to Socqueline.

This also shows how great Adrien and Marinette are together. Adrien is ready to defend Marinette, and he is willing to go to great lengths to protect her. (Even kill). It was great to see Adrien be so understanding and wanting to make sure she is comfortable every step of the way. And it just adds so much to Origins.

The Bad:

It really just makes almost everyone else involved seem really awful.

Chloé and Sabrina being such awful people to her that you would think Marinette would NEVER let them touch a miraculous, even if she was desperate. Kim too but... she never initially chose Kim and/or likely repressed that trauma filled moment as a mental defense mechanism. But definitely doesnt explain Chloé and Sabrina.

Damocles, Mendeleiev and even Sabine dont come off that good. Sabine only getting a few points by having Socqueline step in to watch over Marinette. Now I heard its hard to change schools in paris, but I think after 3 F***ING years Sabine and Tom would havve done something. So it really doesnt seem good here.

It also really lampoons all of season 2 and 3 for chloé's development. All those appeals of genuine emotion. Nope, always evil and vile. The fact Marinette and the rest of the class even TOLERATED Chloé is straight CAP.

Kim also just loses a ton of likability here. I dont care how oblivious you are, WHY would you think Marinette would enjoy a prank at HER expense, especially when suggested by someone like Chloé? Did Kim really not get Chloé was evil?

This episode also makes episodes such as Animaestro so much worse. Marinette KNEW Chloé's type of pranks and still went along with it. Like even if you repress that traumatic event, the 3+ years of bullying. Marinette's reason for NOT choosing her in Loveater suddenly feels WAY more justified and NOT a mistake. Girl has trauma.

Marinette's empathetic nature towards Chloé now seems completely foolish. Anyone that knew Chloé should be convinced she is a hell spawn.

The fact Lila is friends with Chloé should put everyone on red alert.

This really makes me wonder how Marinette can even be remotely understanding of Chloé. It also makes Maledikator SO MUCH WORSE. Everyone was completely valid in Partying. Like damn.

Though ignoring Chloé, I guess the main thing is that this flashback brings up things that clash so hard with previous seasons and episodes. In origins, it made it seem like marinette had no friends. But in truth, Marinette did have a friend, even if she wasnt in the same year. I know not everyone knows of the prank going too far thanks to Socqueline, but Kim seemed more than happy to talk about the prank. You dont think word spread through his dumbass mouth?

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Overall the episode brings up a lot of interesting tidbits about Marinette's character and is a net gain for the Adrinette relationship. But at the cost of previous canon and brings forth more problems than it solves.

I wish this was actually a two part episode where we could have gotten more to flesh things out. Maybe explain that Marinette feels guilty over Socqueline being suspended and stopped talking to her for a while. Or maybe that after the big prank. Socqueline showed up to Chloé's place and told her to back off since now there was NOTHING holding her back from an ass beating. There is more I feel like could have been done.

[mysticarts]

Hello! I know it's late- But I wanna do some infodump or really just rambling instead.

Firstly remember when I said Lucio and Wick are enemies to lovers kinda thing? They are however is not very toxic.. More like few bickering there and that, it's going to be a slow burn it'll take time for them to admit their feeling each other. They respect eachother a little though.

Did they admit? Nope they both deny it in several reasons which I already have explained later older posts. Wick falls first, then Lucio falls harder (More than how Rocky fell down into the stairs poor Rocky my boi-)

While Lucio dislikes Wick and often gets too blunt at him there's time he actually show kindness although he doesn't want to admit that. No he does not want Wick to see that, his unaware the other thinks the same too.

'Funny' enough he was supposed to get rid of Wick because his boss assigned, to prevent Wick being presuade funding the Lackadaisy which failed.. So after few interrogating, the result became unexpected, it happened when Wick treated him kindness.. Not fake kindness but genuine something he no longer had.

Cause how would Wick love a guy working for a crime boss and had done messed up things to a result of destroying through his childhood? As much he wants to never go near to the posh cat it's nearly impossible because every time Wick appears to the more he grew to slowly fell for him..

Wick is a law abiding man. Lucio? Nothing but a huge disgrace.

Wick at first sees Lucio as a company after having no choice but to atleast helped each other (My Au.) Later on he gain feelings to Lucio also and became confuse and questioning his own Sexuality or attraction.

Until months later the two became close friends no longer 'Aqquaintance' the bickering decrease.. The bond grew close where at the point they started hanging out private places talking their interests, hobbies, many more. Laughing like old times like they were good 'friends.' This is when Lucio ditched supposed mission. Wick continued to be nice to him with added helping Lucio like carrying stuffs, trying his best to heal Lucio wound as possible, giving a friendly gift and etc. So is Lucio doing favors/errands/giving 'friendly gifts' for Wick.

Lucio jokingly calls Wick princy then after months of their 'Aqquaintanceship' started calling him 'Hiyas' (Meaning gem cause Wick likes rocks so why not?.) He had accidentally call Wick 'irog' which means love luckily the other doesn't know Tagalog, it proceeded to stirr Lucio more falling into deep pit of so called 'love'.

Wick slowly he soon saw Lucio's true self not the walking snark and sass self but slowly nice self.. This lead him having a denial to out of fear not how will the public think if the info was exposed, how will it effect his image as a businessman think but everyone he cares including Lucio too.

Imagine Wick knew what Lucio's assigned misson earlier when they meet first. Now after few months Wick started to love him dearly. he didn't react negatively to it instead tells Lucio to do it so he won't have to suffer the consequences, shocking Lucio and left two options either kill Wick or leave.. He picked second option realizing coming in a conclusion.

He LOVE Wick.

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End. The angst is beyond levels (Both but mainly effect Wick.)

Sorry I like this trope so much in some angles. Btw you don't really have to like this ship that's fine by me. Feel free to comment what you think about this! ^^

CEANIWEFLN

I would watch a MOVIE on these to fr

Like, whenever Carmen sees Wick and Lucio together, she just starts rambling in Greek language in excitement. No one really knows what Carmen is saying, but who cares? She looks happy!

Buy yea, never be afraid to show me this ship because I live for the angst.

[magical-girl-coral]

Wyll quest rewrite attempt number 39, take one, featuring a blank tav for self insert reasons.

(spoilers for act 3)

As the party crossed Wyrm's rock, a hellish figure waited for them near the entrance to the lower city. The smell of sulfur was familiar, and yet that was where the familiarity ended. [Tav] prepared their weapon in case it's a new enemy they have to put down. The rest of them followed suite.

Karlach's eyes widen in shock when the figure finally came in full view. A yellow cambion with blue eyes. She signaled her friends to lower their weapons.

"Flo!" She yelled out. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"What? Is it that odd to visit an old friend after they've been away for so long?" Flo asked back, as if this greeting was the epitome of normalcy. "Honestly, you'd think the living world would have better manners than this."

Karlach's expression didn't move an inch. "Cut the crap, Flo. Just tell us what you're here for or fuck off."

Flo huffed in mock annoyance. "And here I thought we could at least have lunch first. Very well." She turned to face the rest of the party. "Mizora is going to kill Ulder Ravengard within the next three days. Whatever he is taken to has him sealed shut enough to keep even the hells at bay, so I'd say you better hurry up."

Wyll eyes widen in terror. "What?" He readied his rapier. "Explain yourself, devil, now!"

Flo grinned. This was obviously the reaction she was hoping for. "You heard me, loves. Mizora is going to kill the grand duke of Baldur's Gate right under everyone's noses. Quite the spectacle if you ask me. Here I thought she knew better than that."

[Tav] couldn't wrap their head around the logic of this decision. It feels so... chaotic, rather the usual lawfulness that devils exude. "But why? What does she get out of this? Wouldn't it be more useful for him to live?"

Flo threw her head back and laughed like a mad hyena. "That's the best part! She fucked up so badly that Zariel has begun to lose interest in her, so now she has to get her hands dirty for the first time in forever."

When she faced the party again, her teeth pierced her smile. "You see, Mizora was originally supposed to just destroy the cult of the dragon seven years ago under boss' orders, but after meeting little baby Wyll Ravengard, she had the brilliant idea of going against Zariel's orders and trick the poor lad into selling his soul to her to "Save" his precious home." She turned to acknowledge Wyll. "The sending stone for an eye was a nice touch though. I'll give her that much."

Wyll just stood there, completely lost to the world, his rapier slowly slipping from his hand. "You... You mean...I.. I never... I never had to..." His breathing was getting worst with every word he choked out. Lae'zel stood closer to him in case he collapsed.

Flo grinned like a shark. "Nope! Fucking none of that was needed! Mizora had just assumed that if she had the son of the duke under her claw, she could slowly influence Baldur's Gate into selling more souls for herself in Zariel's name. Unfortunately, daddy dearest didn't approve of son's new friend, and banished both of them from his beloved home. And now Mizora is trying to fix that mistake by killing Ulder to pressure little Wyll into a new contract. Would have been brilliant if she wasn't so stupid to begin with.

[Tav] was somehow even more confused then they were before. "Why didn't Mizora allow Wyll to tell Ulder how he sold his soul to save Baldur's Gate? Wouldn't have that helped them both stay?"

Crackling like a rabid dog, Flo continued. "Because Mizora herself couldn't say a word about the event. The cult came into power thanks to Zariel not noticing who was selling their soul to her, and wanted to clean up this mess she made without anyone ever knowing she had a hand in it through fucking up her paperwork. Thanks to that, Mizora couldn't speak a word of the cult to anyone, and since Wyll was her little pet, she decided he should share her suffering to avoid a little tongue slip and igniting Zariel's wrath. We were only allowed to speak of this incident a year after it was done, but of course Mizzie just had to leash her favorite a little harder than she needed to. What a beautiful wreck of a conclusion."

Wyll was fully leaning on Lae'zel by the time the story was done, too numb to the world to feel his limps around him with erratic breathing making it all worse. Karlach shielded him from her 'friend'. "That's enough, Flo. You've had your fun, now beat it before I beat you."

Flo hummed. "So be it. This will keep me entertained for days anyway. Tata for now!"

With a mocking wave of a hand, Flo returned to the hells, living only ashes and the stench of Avernus behind her.

Wyll had collapsed on the ground, Lae'zel catching him just in time. [Tav] turned their head in worry. "Shit, Wyll!"

They knelt by his side, bringing cold water to his lips. "Stay with me, alright? We have three days to find your father. We got time."

"That's not it," Wyll wheezed out, "That's not it at all. My home. I've been away for seven years. For nothing. It was going to be saved. She was going to save it. I didn't have to lose my eye. I didn't have to be alone. She took it all from me. Everything. That..That..."

"That cunt," Astarion finished for him. It was hard to tell if he did it out of sympathy, or just as a good excuse to curse someone out to the wind.

Wyll chugged the clown water and gingerly rose to his feet. "I think I need to get back to camp. Or an inn. Just, somewhere to be alone. Get my thoughts in order. Maybe throw up. I don't feel like I know anything anymore."

Shadowheart slung Wyll's arm around her shoulder. "I heard there's a tavern close by called the Elfsong. We can camp there for the evening."

The party had continued forward, with Wyll walking right in the middle of it, being protected from all sides in case another unwanted surprise pops up. [Tav] was in the front with Karlach, a few more questions on the tip of their tongue.

"Why would Flo spill all of Mizora's plans to us? Do you think they have another motivation?"

"Don't worry your little head about," Karlach answered. "Flo is only here for a good time. It's just that her good time usually involves someone else having a shit day from hell. I can see why she did it; if we fail, Wyll will be miserable from not being to save his dad. If we succeed, Mizora will be seen as a fool at best and a useless vessel at worst. Either way, Flo will have her fun."

[Tav] grimaced. "If this was the best company you could find in Avernus, I don't even want to think about the rest of it."

Karlach snorted. "Trust me, you really don't"

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A few notes:

1). Flo's color choices was to balance out the cambion color pallets. Raphael has red skin and yellow eyes, Mizora has blue skin and red eyes, so Flo has yellow skin and blue eyes.

2). If the party find the iron throne before the the day limit is up, Mizora appears just as they enter it, finding it thanks to Wyll's stone eye. If the party misses the three day mark, Ulder is dead with his soul taken to the hells, so the usual resurrection scroll or revival wouldn't work.

3). The new contract goes like this: Ulder's soul has been claimed by the hells after he was trapped in Avernus along with the city of Elturel. Wyll's new choice is between sending his soul or his father's into enteral damnation.

4). I mostly wrote this out of annoyance when I found out Ulder dies if we go to the iron throne before meeting Mizora at act 3. It's so fucking dumb. Just kill the man before you do your dramatic entrance, you dumb bitch. You'd think her horns pierced her brains with how she thinks.

[data-expunged-0]

Apex Predator

Yeah, this is a rewrite of that shitty pred!tommy fic that I wrote a while back.

Anyways, this fic contains soft, safe vore, mentioned fatal vore(don't worry nobody dies in this), angst, and vague threats. Don't like, don't read.

Also, THIS IS ABOUT THE CANON CHARACTERS, NOT THE CREATORS For those of you who can't tell the difference, canon Dream, or c!Dream, is the one who was tortured in a prison. Content creator Dream, or cc!Dream, is the one who does 3v1 Minecraft manhunt rematches every other day.

You scrambled through the forest as Sam chased after you, rain pitter-pattering on the muddy ground. "Just stop running already! Quackity and I just want to talk!" You knew damn well Sam was lying. If he 'just wanted to talk', then he wouldn't have his trident out.

The event was clear in your mind. You owned a home near Quackity's casino in Las Nevadas, and Quackity had called you, asking you to come to his office one last time to have a 'friendly chat.' He then threw a weird, cyan splash potion that shrank you to a fraction of your height and ordered Sam to kill you.

You couldn't outrun Sam. You knew you couldn't. He was far faster than you could ever be. But that didn't mean he was smarter.

Well, he probably was smarter, but he relied on some sort of thermal vision to find keep track of where you were going. He was never much of a tracker, so he had to be tracking something that wasn't scent, since the gas mask would throw that off. Your eyes darted around the forest floor, desperately looking for something you could throw at him or something. You then spotted a puddle of mud.

I saw a guy do this in a toothpaste ad once, you thought to yourself as you covered yourself in mud. You grimaced at its weird texture as it partially dried, but it was either that or getting caught by Sam.

Sam slowed to a stop near you, looking around and sniffing the air. Eventually, he walked right past you, continuing his search. You breathed a sigh of relief once he was out of earshot, but then you heard footsteps. Loud footsteps. And... crying?

Suddenly, Tommyinnit burst through some nearby foliage. From what you'd heard, Dream was messing with Tommy while he was in exile. By the looks of it, Dream had taken things too far.

Unlike Sam, who relied on thermal vison to see you, Tommy spotted you almost immediately. "Reader? Is that you? What are you doing here?" "I- long story."

Suddenly, you heard paws impacting against the muddy ground. Sam was coming back. He'd probably heard you and Tommy talking. Tommy could tell from the fear in your eyes that you needed to hide.

Tommy went through his options in his head. He could shove you in his pocket and run, but Sam would hear him. He could put you in his hoodie pocket, but Sam would hear him and his favorite hoodie would be ruined. There was only one more option, but you wouldn't like it.

"Reader, I have an idea on how we can get out of here, but you need to trust me." "Okay. What's the plan?" "There's no time to explain. You're completely sure that you trust me?" "Yes! Now hurry up!"

Tommy grabbed you with both hands, and you immediately regretted telling him to hurry up. He haphazardly shoved you in his mouth, licking the mud off your clothes and face as you tried not to scream, desperately hoping he wasn't going to do what you thought he was.

Those hopes were immediately crushed as his tongue guided you to the back of his mouth and towards his throat, you bit your tongue until it bled to keep yourself from screaming.

You slid down his esophagus and into his stomach with a wet plop. There, you cried as quietly as you could, hearing Tommy talk to Sam.

"Tommy, have you seen Reader anywhere? I was just looking for them." "Nope. Sorry, big man."

Sam sighed, then walked away. Tommy tried to find a spot next to the tree that wasn't muddy. He sat down, resting one hand on his stomach.

"Alright, so I've got a bit of explaining to do." "No shit, sherlock! What made you think that was a good idea?!" "I dunno, man! I was just..."

Tommy sighed. He didn't really have a good answer. He just knew it would be safe somehow. Neither of you really cared how. Tommy sat under the tree, purring as he started to doze off...

[pansnovidinnia]

renee mod reaction post 3, probably the last one, my full opinion, i guess?

SpOiLeRs

okay so... first chapter. idk if there's a second one, ill look into it. but so far...

everything before the end scene in the noname girl's apartment was very logical, cute and clear. we've got a setup, a bit of backstory, we got to know Renee better, we've learned that she's very protective mother... we've seen her interacting with Andrew very cutely, craving my Milf kinks so much...

but the the scene. oh my fucking god the end scene.

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it started with Renee's frustration over the fact that Andrew let go off and killed the noname chick. but i have a question.

where did her reaction fucking came from? andrew killed a warden, it was for the best for them. renee is still angry, because... i actually don't know why. she wants to be in charge? she wants to control Andrew?

before, we've seen her being protective and covering a lot, loving Andrew dearly, caring for him in her twisted way. but after the chick-killing she became so so so angry

come to think of it, warden guy can be explained by her wanting to be in control (recall her "Mother knows best" citation). but chick moment? chick moment is about her thinking that Andrew let go off the girl because he wanted to fuck her. it may come from the sexual frustration Renee feels herself, so she projects it onto her son. tho she seems to... really overreact.

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and here she's talking about her covering up for andrew. and... i have a question. why are you complaining? it was YOUR choice to cover up for him. you told us 11037 of times in this mod you want to protect Andrew no matter what, and now you're angry because you... have to protect him? after swearing you're going to do that no matter what???

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controlling part frustrates me too. i still don't really get where it comes from. she wants to protect Andrew, so he has to be obedient for her, which will make the protection thing easier?.. i would be glad hearing an explanation from someone smarter than me my anorexic ass is stupid as hell

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here comes the part, when she thinks Andrew wanted to fuck the girl. Renee also uses her loneliness as a manipulation factor, but she does it so... so unwell. she's demanding, not manipulating, i would say. in this situation it should've been pitying herself, not yelling on Andrew about an already dead girl?..

yeah she then remembered julia but i don't have much to say about that. she started an argument mostly out of nowhere, showing herself as really immature and stupid individual. when she has never been like that in the mod before. horny? yes. joking sometimes? yes. madly obsessed with her son? yep, very much. aggressive and easily flammable?.. nope, she was strikingly calm and more depressed than demanding and controlling.

but she's just loud and obnoxious all of a sudden. no gaming choice has been maid before to lead to her behavior like that. we've only had the 666.66 splitting money stuff... and the playthrough showed her splitting the money, which made Andy happy actually.

i thought her manipulation tactic would be self-pitying and soft sweet talks about how much she loves her boy, and how she knows better, how she can handle everything... i thought it would be more like mother gothel (idk how to spell) from Tangled (Disney)

"Mother Knows Best" as she, again, said herself m unfortunately I can't add the screenshot cause 10 pics per post ):

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and here she's thinking about leaving her favorite son alone, even turning him to police??? like what?? who was telling a story about mommy monster loving her child so much she ate every enemy?? who, being super vulnerable and transparently depressed, was asking Andrew to not live her alone? who was getting along with him so well like... a few scenes before????

the story crushed Renee's protective milf attitude so hard. she felt for me like spoiled 14yo who couldn't understand the value of connection with someone, cause parents never loved them. she became very immature, loud and aggressive all of a sudden. she even hit Andrew at some point, which yah, doesn't go very well with her loving milf style..

I'm. yeah. i don't know. the ending is just awful, when everything beforehand was just perfect. yandere mother with depression and obsession? juicy. a demanding controlling obnoxious freak, who forgot about her son, whom she claimed to love to death?.. meh

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so... i guess thats it. if you think i misunderstood something, be brave to point it out, and ill be brave to read it and maybe edit the post 🤙🏻 i really don't have much more to say about the mod. it disappointed me after 2 hours of the best ship dynamic imaginable. breaking the main char so suddenly... al i stupid or is there something wrong with ending? or its both? its probably both. but more about my stupidity. yeah.

[anotherrosesthatfell]

Why do all of the wives in E.L.A has a problem with health💀(mental or physical)

I took physiology course for those question... Finally, my time has rises <3

AHEM- what I am going to say is facts about women so yeah, don't take it as offensive matter

Let's start with Ink. We all know she used to be soulless until Error gave his half soul to her. Then got married and have two kids.

Tragic struck upon them and those two died. You might think 'Oh, I guess her children death is the start of her depression'.

Nope!

That's not the reason but that's just add the scars on her body. Her having a half soul is the start of her depression.

Ink was soulless, she could not understand emotions but after she have it. She understands them very well... Too well until the point she wanted to kill herself over small mistake she done.

Almost every women are fragile, dramatic and paranoid (if you didn't take care of them properly, they might just go insane.) That's included Ink like have you seen Error?

I must say Errorink is pretty toxic in E.L.A... Error just made things harder for Ink. They have one sided love and Error gaslight Ink quite a lot...-

People always thought 'Oh, Ink still love Error. That's why she cheated on Dream!'. Naurrrr, that's not the truth. Ink never loved Error in first place, the reason why she is like this before she has Error half soul. A man legit gave his soul just for her to love him back... Isn't that just forceful love?

He didn't sign the divorce papers and even sleep with Ink despite knowing Ink is completely drunk!

Then gaslight her to have a relationship with him again because they has a child together again...- Error even letting Dream raised Drop. He knew what he is doing and he does that just to torture Dream emotionally.

Ink is not okay with her past and present. Look at her, she can't even understand her emotions properly. She wants Dream to hate her for what? For divorce? No, she don't even want a divorce. Dream is the only man who treat her gently unlike Error and never use any violence which is why Ink still stay with Dream. Error just destroyed Dream efforts on helping Ink which is why Dream is very... Too insecure in relationships till today. He is burn out by the constant yelling and self victim.

Now let's go with Killer! We all know her. She was in a mental hospital, killed her brother, got kidnapped by corrupted Nightmare and was forced to gave births. That's just horrible.

Killer is the type of woman who can't think what is right and wrong especially what after Corrupted Nightmare done to her...- thank God Hope saved her before it's too late...

Killer was not educated that much while she was in the mental hospital. Heck, she didn't even finish school-

I already explain Killer's story quite a lot so you get me right?

Killer just need help from a right person. She has one different from Ink. Which is throwing out the people who hurts her.. I mean look at Ink, she can't even say no to Error.

Killer want to live a normal life, that's her ambition. She want her children to be happy, that's the reason why she is still alive and listen to Alphonse just for her children to not know the truth.

She is fine to be painted as the villain in her family. Just for her children to never come back in the family again. It's for the safety...

[canirove]

Bluebell | Chapter 18

Author's note: Four more chapters until we find out who she picks, or if she picks anyone! 👀 Also, something big is happening on next week's chapters 👀

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"Lindsey, I need your help" I say, letting myself fall on the sofa.

"Oh, God, it happened. You killed your cousin and want me to help you hide the body."

"What? No!"

"Damn it! I actually know the perfect place for it."

"Lindsey..."

"It was a joke, relax. What happened?"

"I slept with them. Again."

"Wait, with both of them? I suspected you did with Mason because you disappeared during the party, but with Rúben too?"

"Yes, with him too.”

“When?”

“After the date we had to celebrate my birthday. Which means that now I need to choose one of them before things get worse. Again."

"Rúben."

"What?"

"Pick Rúben."

"Just like that?" I chuckle.

"Yeah" Lindsey shrugs. "He's hot, intelligent, has a good job, his own money, a good amount of it if we believe what people say, and judging by your face after every time you've been with him, the sex is amazing. Oh, and did I already mention that he is hot? Because he is really hot."

"Mason also is all of that."

"Yeah, sure" she snorts.

"Maybe not for you, but he is for me. And I am the one who has to pick one of them."

"Then what do you want to do to? A list of pros and cons or something like that?"

"Why not?"

"Are you serious?" Lindsey laughs.

"I am, yes. Go grab some pen and paper, c´mon."

"Yes, boss."

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"Ok, so let's start from the beginning. A pro for both of them is that you find them hot. Even if Rúben is hotter."

"Yes" I say, rolling my eyes. "Mason has his own business, and if one day Rúben decided he doesn't want to be the Mayor anymore, he can work as a lawyer."

"You don't have to take care of them financially. Good" Lindsey writes down. "But here is one difference: Rúben dresses better than Mason."

"True. But Rúben has a huge dog and Mason doesn't have pets."

"Doesn't he? What are Ben and Declan?"

"Lindsey!" I laugh.

"Sorry, sorry. You aren't the biggest fan of Urso, but like Mason's friends for whatever the reason."

"I do, yes."

"One bad thing about Rúben... He dated your crazy cousin."

"And Mason has a heartbreaker fame" I sigh.

"Another good thing about both of them is that you've never complained about the sex. But who does it better?"

"I'm not answering that."

"Because you know one of them is better than the other?" Lindsey asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Because it is not fair to compare them. They do it... Differently."

"How so?"

"I'm not giving you the details, Lindsey."

"Oh, c'mon! Don't leave me hanging like this!"

"Nope."

"Ok. Then I'll share my theory with you. I think Rúben is super romantic but he can go wild sometimes, and Mason is all about trying new things and enjoying the moment until you can't take it anymore."

"You are wrong” I chuckle.

"What?"

"Mason is the romantic one, and Rúben the one who likes trying new things."

"Oh, wow. I didn't expect that from our Mayor."

"You didn't expect what?"

"Holy shit, mum!" Lindsey screams. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Now you know how you all in this town makee feel" I say with a big smile.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Smart asks.

"Just helping our girl here decide who is her future husband. Rúben or Mason."

"With a pros and cons list?"

"Yep."

"Then you are doing it wrong" Mrs. Smart laughs.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"First of all, you must be sure about wanting to share your life with someone. Are you ready for that?"

"I am, yes."

"Ok. Then what type of partner are you looking for? Do you want something serious? A fling? Just to have fun with someone?"

"I... I don't know" I confess.

"Then you must decide that first. And once you've done it, you must think about the things you want from that relationship, and who is the person that you see yourself doing them with. Who is the person who can give you what you want."

"That... Makes sense" I say. "But what do I do until I’ve decided?"

"Talk to them, explain the situation, and ask them to be patient. If they truly love you, they will respect your decision" Mrs. Smart says.

"And stay away from them" Lindsey adds, threatening me with the pen she was writing our list.

"I'll talk with them and then stay way from them. I promise."

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"What is he doing here?" Mason asks when he walks into my office.

"We need to talk. The three of us."

"Why?"

"Because she's back at it again" Rúben says from the chair where he is sitting.

"Back at... Are you seeing us both at the same time? Again?"

"Yes, but it's been different. Sit and I'll explain."

"Next to him?"

"Mason... Please" I beg.

"I don't bite unless asked to" Rúben smirks while looking at me.

"Whatever" Mason says, finally sitting on the other chair.

"Ok, so" I say, taking a deep breath. "I have been seeing you at the same time for the past few months, yes. But, as you both know, we've just been going on dates, nothing else."

"Until your birthday" they say at the same time. "What?"

"Yes, until my birthday. And that's why I've decided that it's time for me to pick one of you before things go to hell."

"Again" Mason points out.

"Yes. Again. All the dates we've had have been great. They've allowed me to get to know you better, and see how things could be if I dated you. Like, properly, you know? But before I pick one of you, I need to decide what I want in my life right now. And I'm not there yet, so until then..."

"You want us to give you space" Rúben says.

"Exactly. Do you think you'll be able to do that?"

"The three of us are gonna be busy with our jobs, it's the peak of summer in town. So I think we'll manage. What do you say, Mount?"

"Yeah, I guess" he shrugs.

"Thank you. Both of you. I know this sucks and that it is all my fault, but..."

"Nah, it isn't your fault" Mason says. "The Mayor and I just happen to like the same things, and are destined to fight for them."

"And you can't fight destiny" Rúben adds.

"Then... Everything is good?"

"Yup" Mason says, getting up. "No more dates, just saying hello. And no cheating."

"I don't cheat" Rúben says, also getting up from his chair.

"Is it too much asking for a hand shake? Ok, yes, it is" I say when both of them look at me as if I have grown a second head.

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18 - Tricky Witches Spells

Part 19

Gemini Runaway

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The save Elena gang had gathered into the middle of the woods in secret. “What are we doing here?” Matt asked.

Damon and Stefan came out from behind the trees. “We found some more white oak. Long story. Wait for the movie.”

Elena made a face. “Hang on. White oak? You have a weapon that can kill Klaus?”

“Nope. We all have a weapon.” He throws a bag on the ground and it's full of stakes. “Klaus has always been one step ahead of us. But now we have the advantage. We're all armed, and they are all linked. Meaning we only need to kill one of them. We need to seize the best opportunity, which means we need to prepare for every opportunity.”

Damon stepped forward grabbing Elena. “Scenario number one...you are to play Klaus.”

Elena replied. “Ok.”

Stefan began explaining the scenario. “Rebekah is our target. So we'll distract her and catch her off guard. To do that, we need to keep Klaus separate and occupied. Caroline?”

Caroline questions him, “Why do I always have to be Klaus bait?”

“Because he's obsessed with you. But for right now, we need you to play Rebekah. We'll use the quarterback to distract her. Just keep her talking.” Damon responded by sending her a look. “And we shouldn’t have to worry about that siphoning witch since she basically died during Esther’s failed spell.”

Caroline clicked her tongue at his words. “Well what would happen if she wasn’t dead like we thought?”

“Caroline, what do you mean?” Her best friend asked her.

Damon spun and got in the blonde’s face. “You better tell us what you know because we know you love to talk, blondie.”

“She’s not dead. She’s been passed out for a few days after the spell. Last week Klaus and I went with her to visit her family. As far as I know she’s still visiting her cousin.” She sighed giving the group a pity look. “Seriously though guys can’t we just leave Raelyn out of this. The poor girl has enough on her plate and we shouldn’t be trying to make her life worse.”

Damon nodded going behind the blonde. “Beefcake holds bombshell , I come up from behind her, grab her arms like this...She’s a witch and can stop all of us. In case you forgot she was able to drop all the Originals to their knees.” He wrapped her arms around her back tightly.

Caroline grunts. “Ow!”

Stefan goes toward her with a stake. “Which gives me time for one shot. Got it? Good. So we all have one stake, we keep it hidden and we look out for any opportunity we have.”

Damon made a serious look to Elena and Matt. “No last minute attacks of pity for any of them.”

Stefan explained pulling out a stake for each of them where the others walked off leaving Caroline and Elena alone for a brief moment. “We have 12 stakes. 12 shots at killing one original. We can do this.”

“You don’t see her as the bad guy do you?” Elena asked, wrapping her arms around herself. “I mean she’s never been mean to me, brutally honest with me but she’s never hurt me like Klaus has. What does she see in him?”

Her blonde friend responded. “I don’t know but she seems to trust him a lot considering they are trying to date. And they may have kissed once.”

“Then why exactly is she spending so much time with her cousin?” For that the blonde vampire didn’t have an answer.

Raelyn’s POV

Running my thumb over the veins growing up on my arm I lifted my head staring at my cousin as she flipped through pages of our Coven’s grimoire. “Anything yet?”

“Unfortunately the only thing that I can tell you is that the spell Esther used was filled with dark magic. That’s why the veins are black on your arms. As for how to reverse something like that I don’t know anything remotely close.” She sighed lifting up one of the pages resting a hand on her forehead frustrated.

Throwing my head back I slumped in my chair tapping my fingers on the arm rest. “I hate to ask but could Luke or Olivia come and maybe help reverse it?”

“They’re not siphons, Rae. That’s what you need and in your case the only other siphon in this world is-“

I snapped my finger at her, raising my voice until my phone started ringing and I saw it was Klaus. “Don’t mention her name. My mother cannot be trusted and I refuse to ask for her help. Uh hang on, hi Klaus!”

“Woah watch that tone with me, Love. I was calling to see how things are going over there with your supposed witchy cousin. And are you planning on coming home anytime soon?” He asked me through the phone.

Putting the phone on speaker I sat it down on her desk mouthing ‘Don’t tell him anything please’. “Yes I’m gonna come home in about an hour don’t worry. As for my time with Jo, why doesn’t she talk?”

“Hey Klaus, right. Raelyn and I have just been catching up since we haven’t seen each other in a while. But nothing serious at all.” My cousin responded trying to remain calm since he was a vampire and could hear her heartbeat just like mine. “Maybe one day you and I can officially meet and I can tell you some embarrassing stories about Rae Rae.”

Raising my hands I snatched the phone from her hands pressing the phone back to my ear. ���Ha ha she’s funny. So what is up. Do you need something from me?”

“Besides me just missing my supposed girlfriend nothing too serious I just would care to have your assistance with getting the Bennett witch to unlink me and my siblings. Perhaps you could sweet talk her with your magical voice.” He hummed into my ear where I swore I could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke to me.

Jo had started flipping through more pages of her book watching me until I hung up the phone with him. “Fine, I’m heading home now. Bye.”

“I’ll keep in touch with you, Rae. Don’t ever think that I am not here for you. No matter whether my father wants you to be the leader or not. It’s your life, you need to start living it.” She embraced me in one last hug and I hugged her back wrapping my arms around her heading for my car. The drive back wasn’t too bad where I quickly parked in the driveway I entered the Mikaelson mansion.

Klaus vamped into the main living room hearing me shut the front door. “There’s my girl. How was your trip?” He wrapped his arms around me holding me in his embrace longer than when I had left this morning.

“It’s only been a day. Are you always going to be this clingy when I go visit her?” I chuckled, squeezing his waist with my arms around him nuzzling my face into his chest lifting my head up smiling.

He kissed the crown of my head breaking the hug still holding my hand leading me through the house until we entered another room where I saw Bonnie standing around a round table with candles in the middle that were lit up. “Possibly all the time, yes, little siphon. I rather enjoy your company more than most people in my life…Tick tock. I should hear chanting by now.”

Bonnie grumbled leaning over the table reading from another witch book. “I'm still studying the unlinking spell. It's not that easy, especially under duress.”

Klaus dropped my hand allowing me to stand beside the couch leaning closer to her ear threatening her slowly. “You've been warned. If you're looking for a way to send for help, I will kill anyone who comes to your rescue.”

“This is the spell. I just don't know if I'm strong enough.” She shouted in his face walking away from him, pointing her index finger at me. “And if you’re so concerned with getting the spell done then get her to do it for you!”

Klaus glanced at her speaking to her. “Then you should have a little more faith in yourself, Bonnie. Your energy helped my mother link us. Honestly, I think someone isn't trying very hard.”

“What does that have to do with getting your supposed girlfriend doing the spell!” She crossed her arms over her chest walking away from him.

He crossed his arms over his chest while I moved towards the table feeling the strong magical energy radiating off the grimoire. “Raelyn took a nasty hit from my mother being able to consume the magic from the linking spell you and your mother helped her with. So I don’t want to push more than we need to when I have you here. “

Bonnie remained silent while I ran my hand across one of the pages placing my other hand near one of the burning candles. I jumped with a scream when the flames grew without me doing anything. “Argh!” The sleeve of my red flannel on my right arm rolled up where I yanked it down quickly before either of them could see.” Klaus gestured with his arms out in my direction as a way to tell her I told you so.

“Very well Kol. How's the weather up there in mile high city? And how's our friend?” He shows his phone to Bonnie. Jeremy is playing with a dog. “That's him. There's Jeremy. Playing fetch with his new puppy. Isn't that just the most adorable thing you've ever seen? Thank you, Kol. We'll be in touch.”

Wrapping my arms around myself I shuffle my feet away from the table with my heart beating faster sending Klaus a concerned look. “You’re okay. You’re okay…” I kept telling myself over and over fighting the urge to use my magic to just disappear up into my bedroom.

Klaus asked the witch, shifting his attention away from me. “So, Bonnie. How about that spell?”

Turning on my heels I headed into the back of the house knowing that he would bicker with her for quite awhile before we got to the spell. Placing my hand on the door to the basement I siphoned the magic walking down the stairs until I found my mother laying out under a sleeping spell done by Esther. Bending down on my knees I placed my hands on her chest mumbling softly. “Surgere!”

She quickly shot upright frantically looking around until she focused her gaze onto me. “Raelyn, what happened. Where am I?”

“In a cellar in Mystic Falls. Now I am not here to bicker with you but I need your help with something that no one else can do.” I explained rolling my sleeves up showing her the dark veins where she gasped.

“Oh Rae. What the hell…who did this to you?” She covered her mouth with her hands crying lightly.

Brushing hair from my face I slumped my shoulders. “It’s a long story but basically my boyfriend’s mother was trying to kill him and his siblings. I knew I could siphon the magic from her. I guess it was much stronger than I first thought. I just touched his mothers grimoire and the candles around it shot up like a rocket meaning something isn’t right with me.”

“That amount of magic running through your veins you should be dead. Unless….you took your brother's strength and abilities to siphon too.” She wiped away some tears holding out her hands for me. “Give me your hands, I’ll take it from you.”

I started to move forward then drew my hands back. “Let’s make something very clear once you help me. You will leave and never come back.”

“Rae, sweetheart-“

“You can’t be trusted. I talked with Josette and she said that her father visited her. But you were with him looking for me. I’m sorry mother but after today I can’t see you anymore if I want to have a life away from our psycho Coven.” I responded placing my hands on top of hers fighting back some tears that this would be the last time I would ever see her.

She squeezed my hands in hers closely paying attention when my hands turned red along with hers sharing our siphoning energy. "I just want you to know that I am sorry for being the person to cause you such pay. No mother does that to her child…“Phasmatos tribum exum sue redem su pas quo. Phasmatos-"

"Raelyn, my brother says that Bonnie is about to do the spell and she says she needs your help!" Rebekah banged on the door causing us to yank our hands away from each other not completing the transfer.

My mother Eliza began to rise to her feet about to head for the door. “What spell are they having you do now. We need to finish our spell before this gets worse.”

“Ad somnum, mother.” I raised my hand grabbing her shoulder siphoning from her where she collapsed into my arms with me lowering her body back onto the floor. “The less you know the better.”

Opening the door Rebekah went back upstairs where I made my way back to where Klaus and Bonnie were hearing him threatening her. “But isn't it obvious that I'm just going to continue to hurt the people you love until you do the spell. Now, I know it's in the grimoire, and I know it requires the blood of my siblings, so. Here we are." He takes a leather case and opens it. It contains 4 flasks of blood pointing out each one. "Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Finn." Finally biting into his wrist letting his blood poor. "Where do you want us?"

She takes a glass and leaves Klaus' blood poor in it. "Raelyn, give me your hand please.”

Placing my hand in hers she winced slightly, eyeing our intertwined hands and the red grow that was coming from them. “So what are we saying exactly?”

“Just repeat after me.” She began chanting and closed her eyes but I kept mine opened. “Phasmatos tribum nas ex veras uenes fes matos et somnos. Ex totum ex um maleo matos.”

Moving my gaze down to the table she had poured all their blood together into one circle in the center of the burning candle circle. The blood began to separate when the candles flames grew during the moment I joined her chanting.“Phasmatos tribum nas ex veras uenes fes matos et somnos. Ex totum ex um maleo matos…..Phasmatos tribum nas ex veras uenes fes matos et somnos. Ex totum ex um maleo matos.”

Klaus leaned against the wall, arms crossed watching the two witches perform the spell that separated their blood from one another. Meaning that he wouldn't be tied down by his siblings anymore. Yet that wasn’t what had piqued his interest during the last few minutes of the spell. His eyes trained on Raelyn following her arms until he could see something dark appearing on her hands and some up her neck that looked to be like veins making him scared for the first time in his immortal life. “What have you been keeping from me, love?” He asked himself quietly.

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