#i have been gifted the idea of her being afraid of nature but still liking it

[transingthoseformers]

One idea I like that often see for an SG Transformers Prime is Airachnid having a phobia of organic life.

Oo I can't recall having seen this before (to be honest I've seen very little fics/art/posts about SG Arachnid), but it gave me the funny idea of her being afraid of a spider

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You are also a spider

[cabinetofquriosities]

Sea of Love

Agatha x Rio || Warnings: extreme fluffiness and smut

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Once she helped Billy find his brother, Agatha decided to take time on her own to figure out her after life. She wasn’t ready to leave the Earth behind. Not only because she was afraid to face Nicky, but also because she was finally allowing herself to exist outside of anger and fear. She wanted to be a better person once she truly passed. In the meantime, she had more to do.

The first on her list of priorities was the very woman she had run from for centuries. After had finally coming to her senses and forgiving her, she was not about to spend any more time apart.

Rio had shown up to a house in the woods where they first met after being given a note by Billy saying Agatha had left something behind for her. She had been mourning Agatha, wondering if she had truly crossed over.

She couldn’t find her in the underworld and she feared she was beyond her reach the way that Nicky was. She was supposed to be reunited with Nicky once Agatha crossed over, allowing his return only with the presence of both of his parents in a cosmic curse to her. It was Rio’s punishment for letting Nicky live that she wouldn’t see him in the afterlife until Agatha followed. When Agatha began outrunning her, she was unknowingly depriving Rio of Nicky as well. Now, Agatha was dead, Nicky was still gone, and Rio had no family left. She felt utterly betrayed by the sacred balance, by the authority she had served her entire existence.

It felt like Agatha was still around, but she convinced herself that she was losing her senses to grief the way that so many others did. She couldn’t be a hypocrite. She had to face her loss the way that so many others had. She had done it with Nicky and now she had to do it with Agatha. She had to feel what it was like to be on the other side of this.

The house was a mid-century beauty. It was wooden with red and orange stained glass. It was familiar.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding a familiar outfit waiting for her in the entry way. She stripped down with a small smile before slipping on the diamond coated black lace.

Looking around, she saw the house from the Witch’s road where she reconnected with Agatha. Where Agatha had rejected her. She wondered if this was the gift of a memory from her beloved or a last twist of the knife.

She looked into the mirror, looking over her outfit with the plunging neckline. She was in the same exact position that Agatha was in when Rio had leaned in and said-

“Boo.”

Rio jumped out of her skin as the cool puff of a ghost’s breath brushed against the back of her neck. She whipped around to find Agatha in the same outfit from that night. She looked stunned in a way she rarely was and stumbled back.

“Careful…” Agatha said, taking her hand to steady her.

“You’re dead,” Rio said, feeling her ice cold fingers and seeing the slight glow emanating from her.

“And now I��m-“

“A FUCKING GHOST?!” Rio spat out, “Great. Of course. My ex wife found the one thing that would piss me off the most…”

“What is your issue with ghosts?” Agatha asked, crossing her arms.

“They are completely out of line with the natural order of things!”

“Oh, whatever,” she said, waving away the idea of the universal life cycle, “Hell… or wherever I’m going… can wait.”

Rio rolled her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t let Agatha be pulled under. She had a place by her side carved out in the afterlife she had managed to find enough loopholes to secure it so long as Agatha kept a low profile there. A cottage modeled after the one they had before everything had fallen apart. There, the two of them would be able to be together again with their son. However, she never expected her to draw it out this long.

“Agatha… If you just cross over… I would never allow you to be punished for anything you have done on Earth. I have a hidden place for you. Okay? You don’t have to be afraid of that.”

Rio wanted to tempt her to the other side, but wouldn’t use the cottage or their son to do that.

“While I appreciate all of that, truly, I’m not ready to be confined to a hidden alcove in the underworld. Not yet. One day, once I make a better mark here, I will.”

Rio sighed, hissing through gritted teeth. This woman would never stop driving her crazy. It would be better to wait for her to finish things out and voluntarily come rather than crossing over now and wreaking havoc out of restlessness. Or, even worse, refusing to see Nicky. She wanted them to be a family again in the underworld, but only if all parties were ready. She wanted it to last forever.

If anything, Agatha making things right on Earth would make it easier to keep her by her side without hiding her once she reached the afterlife. She would never be able to cleanse herself completely of all she had done, but she could do enough good to even the scales. A balanced conscience would allow her to stay within the rules of the sacred balance once she was finally taken to Rio’s side of existence.

“Fine. I will not… interfere,” Rio said with pure exasperation.

“Thank you,” Agatha said honestly, holding her hand in hers.

“So… you’ve already learned how to be corporeal. I can feel your touch,” Rio said, brushing her thumb over the back of her hand.

“I’ve always been a-“

“Quick study. I know,” Rio said with a wistful smile.

“Come on,” she said with a pout, her voice dropping low, “You don’t want to stay angry with me…”

Rio’s heart raced the way it always did when she took that tone. She smiled and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Suddenly, Sea of Love began playing over the speakers. Agatha draped her arms across her shoulders, gazing into her eyes.

Rio knew she had no hope of holding a grudge when they began to dance. She rested her hands on Agatha’s waist and pulled her close. She hoped against hope that this was their new beginning, their new chance. For once, she believed that things would be better.

“Is this us now?” Rio asked softly.

“What do you mean?” Agatha asked, tilting her head.

“Are we…” only Agatha could cause Death to be tongue tied, “Is this our relationship now? Are we together?”

Rio didn’t want to put her heart out there again to have it shattered. Agatha’s lips relaxed into a smile.

“Yes, Rio. We are.”

“Good,” she said, blushing at her own trepidation.

“An unbelievably powerful celestial being who can’t believe that someone would stay with them? Now I’ve seen it all.”

“You didn’t want me before…”

A veil of sadness fell over Agatha’s face. She regretted every cruel act she had done to Rio. She understood why she treated her that way after Nicky, but it didn’t make it any better. She cradled her cheek with one of her hands.

“I always wanted you,” Agatha said, “I was just… I wanted someone to blame. It wasn’t fair to you. But I never stopped loving you. You are the only woman who has ever had my heart. You still have it. You will always have it.”

Rio’s eyes welled with unshed tears.

“I felt so alone in the world without you,” Agatha said in a shameful whisper.

“You won’t ever be alone again,” Rio said, blinking out tears that Agatha wiped away while her own rolled down her cheeks.

“Why does this feel like we’re renewing our vows?” Agatha joked, sniffing.

“Because we just did.”

“At least we didn’t need the ‘Until death do you part’ line in there.”

“I always thought it was strange in today’s society that marriage had to end at death.”

“Agreed. A serious commitment issue. You’re stuck with me forever,” Agatha said.

“Good,” she said, leaning in.

Rio closed the space between them. She locked their lips in a kiss, tightening her arms around her waist. Their body temperatures were finally at the same level. Death and the dead.

Agatha licked the inside of Rio’s mouth, tasting her. She cupped her chin and pulled back, looking into her eyes. Rio’s pupils were blown out, her lipstick smudged.

“Let me take care of you,” she breathed, putting a hand on Rio’s chest.

She guided her back onto the couch, pushing Rio and forcing her to sit. Rio opened her legs before realizing she was wearing a body suit. She sighed, scrambling to take it off. Agatha took her hand and shook her head. Rio tilted hers in confusion.

Agatha suddenly turned more translucent, her ghostly form melding with Rio’s. She filled her lover’s body with her own consciousness, moving for her. She undid her bodysuit, slipping it off. Rio gasped as Agatha slid her hands over her own body.

Agatha rose from Rio’s form, looking down at her. Rio’s heart was racing from the intense experience of being possessed. She smiled up at her.

“Let me see… what new things I can do to you…”

She reached down, her hand disappearing into her abdomen. Her energy spread throughout Rio’s body, reaching through every nerve. With one flick of her hand, the other woman arched up, shaking violently from the all consuming pleasure. Agatha moaned along with her, able to feel whatever she felt. They were connected in ways she hadn’t felt before.

She wiggled her fingers, making them both tremble. Rio felt arousal rush from the pit of her to her cunt. Agatha’s touch forced her body to ungulate. She turned her onto her front, bending her over the couch. Rio gasped and rutted against the cushion.

Agatha’s lips brushed against her ear. She was swept away by the pleasure they shared, sinking further into the woman squirming below her.

“Fuck… mmm… Do you feel me?” She whispered.

“Yes…” Rio gasped, “More than I ever have.”

Rio thrust her hips over the cushion, gasping and grinding like a feral animal. Agatha hummed, surging through her until Rio’s body finally seized, her climax washing over her and Agatha alike. The two of them cried out, cumming together. Agatha slid her hand out of her, becoming corporeal again. She wrapped her arms around Rio from behind her. The two caught their breath and languished in the comfort of the other.

“That was incredible,” Rio breathed.

“It really was.”

Enough time passed and they were able to get up. Rio stood on shaky legs before sitting on the couch. Agatha joined her, sitting on her lap and nuzzling herself into the crook of her neck.

“The dead have better sex. Who knew,” Agatha said with a satisfied smile.

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[peachy-pink-princess]

The Crown

Pairing: Prince!Jungwon X Commoner! Reader(fem)

Basic plot desc: Royalty AU/ Jungwon is the most suitable bachelor but he wants somebody he can't have

Warning: 18+ content (this is my first 18+ piece) Also not proof read because I was afraid it was cringe.

WC: 1.2k

A/n: feel free to give feedback just please don't be mean

The prince sat on his throne and rolled his eyes as he watched his mother pleading with him to meet with more suitable bachelorettes. She would never be able to convince him because he already knew who he wanted and figured since he was the king, he should get his way. Before his mother could continue, a particular person—jungwon's love—enters the room. Naturally, the servant girl was unaware of the prince's affections for her. She was almost too pure to understand his emotions.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to make you aware that dinner will be waiting for you in the dining hall when you're ready" then you bowed turning to leave. Oh, his heart was barely able to handle it. You deserve to be a queen, not some servant, and he only wanted to protect your innocence. He must have you.

As The Prince and his companions ate their dinner, you stood by the back wall, ready to help if necessary. Despite the prince's favorite cuisine being spread out on the table in quantities sufficient to feed an army, something seemed amiss. He appeared to be focusing on you. This was no normal gaze, no not at all. He was practically ravaging you with his eyes. It made you feel so dirty yet also slightly excited. "Get a grip of yourself Y/n, he's a prince! You probably just didn't make the food to his Likings" you tried to shake off his stare but no matter what you could feel him looking deep inside of you.

Later that evening, you returned to your servant quarters, although you could hardly call them that anymore. Gifts have been mysteriously appearing in your room. It began with little gifts like a new pillow or blanket and developed to include larger presents like cash and specialty candies that were only available to people of wealth. You feel someone suddenly hovering over you, which is really uncomfortable, but you don't turn around until you hear the voice. "I see you've gotten the gifts that I have given you, is everything to your liking?" It was him. The prince himself standing mere inches away from you. "Your highness" you immediately bow to him, it's what You've been told and trained to do your whole life, it's also something the prince loathes, seeing the love of his life someone who views as is equal being forced to treat him as if he was better. "Don't bow, it's unnecessary." He says simply. "But your highness-" you begin to say but quickly get cut off. "Jungwon. Just call me that." He says.

You could hardly believe it. Not only was the prince standing in your room in the middle of the night but he was telling you not to call him by his Royal titles, it was unheard of... Almost scandalous.

"Your highness, Jungwon, you shouldn't be here heaven knows what people will assume if they find out" you say softly. "Let them find out. I've spent months admiring you, my dear. Let the other servants find out, for all I can even my parents can find out, if it means I have you." He retaliates. He hands find a way to yours as he looks you in the eyes "I would give up this crown for you, I would give up the world for you. Please, let me stay the night with you" he spoke. "Ok... Jungwon, I want you here." Your voice is soft there is still a bit of uncertainty in your words. But the prince wastes no time.

Before you know it a pair of lips find yours, your lips dance in sync with each other and you finally realize how serious the prince was, the amount of passion truly showing in this kiss. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Jungwon says flashing his signature grin. "If I may...can I remove this?" He says regarding your clothes. Your heart begins to beat fast, but it seems your lips moved faster than your brain. "Yes please jungwon" you say. Before you know what the two of you are standing together; skin on skin, completely exposed.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined" he tells you. "you imagined what I looked like naked?" you couldn't help but chuckle at that, how was it that you adorned in commoner clothing made more of an impression on The Prince than the princess counterparts who wore corsets made of whale bone and the most expensive jewels imaginable. "You really don't understand how long I've been in love with you, please, y/n can I take you, right now?" He tells you there was more than a hint of desperation in his voice, he was completely desperate. "I'm all yours, jungwon." And with that the prince is pushing you down on your small mattress, hovering over you and spreading your legs. You didn't really know what to expect, but the feeling of him pushing in was both pure bliss and pure pain. You had never experienced something like this before. You couldn't help but let out moans of discomfort and pleasure. "Shhh... My princess the pain will go away soon I promise. I-if it makes you feel better to know, this is my first time doing this as well, I wanted to experience this with someone I love, not some random rich girl. I could only imagine doing this with you." He spoke. His heart was swelling up with joy finally being able to say the words that were on his chest for so long.

As the pain started to subside the yearning for more took over. "Jungwon, I can't wait, please more." You speak softly staring up into his bobba eyes. He gives you a smile before kissing your forehead. "Anything my princess wants, she gets" he says before thrusting into you brutally. You had not expected to go so fast but you would be lying if you said it didn't feel good. He hands on your hips and your legs wrapped around his waist as he continues to pound into your pussy at an almost inhuman rate. "Fuuuuck your pussy was made for me I swear. You take me so well Princess" he praise, whines leaving his mouth with everything thrust. "Jungwon it feels so good, you're so big" you muster up the courage to say. Oh how your words filled him up with so much confidence. He began to snap his hips into you even harder than before, sharp thrust after sharp thrust all hitting your spongy walls just right. "Gonna cum soon princess? Gonna let your prince cum in you?" he asks in a sweet but also teasing Manor. He already knew the answer to his own question. The feeling of you clenching was a give away that you were close and how could you say no to your prince? You wanted him to fill you up, you needed it. "C-cumming" you moan, probably a little louder that you should. Feeling you clench around him, jungwon's orgasm hits him hard, filling you up to the brim with his seed.

The two of you pant, trying to regain your breath as he pulls out of your sopping hole. There's a silence between you two but it's peaceful, no words need to be said, yet the prince still speaks. "I mean it y/n, you are my world, this crown means nothing compared to you." He says softly. Your mind is already too far gone to fully understand his words but a smile still spreads to your face. You expected him to leave, but the prince never did.

He stayed the night with his princess, just like he said he would...

[h-didanart]

Guys. Father’s Day

Yeah?

Ok. Father’s day in the Crescent household.

Yes? Let’s go

(KC uses he//she//they, SolarFlare uses they//them)

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KC hadn’t exactly expected to have a shorter shift than usual, being content with the everyday twelve hours. Yet his coworkers had pushed him to leave earlier, and they had sounded very set on the decision.

And so, here she was, walking back home at three in the afternoon. She had to admit, the views were rather nice at this time of the day, something he didn’t always get to see but still appreciated.

Perhaps they should take the children on a nature walk that week? They didn’t need to drop by the Plex, and he didn’t have shifts on the weekend, it would all depend on Star and Queso’s tech management things. It did sound like a lovely idea however, he’ll have to make a note for that.

As it stands she was already at the current campsite, making their way to the RV when Flare walked out of it. They were both startled by the other, KC being the one to talk first after the shock.

“I am aware you were expecting me to arrive at a later time, however my coworkers decided that I would go back home earlier today,” he chuckled, “‘my Father’s Day gift’ they had called it”

Flare looked at her, processing the information. It took a bit but they seemed to understand soon enough, KC felt bad over messing up their schedule though and was about to apologize, but Flare quickly diverted his attention to a path nearby.

“We Should Go Walk,” they pointed at the trees, “There Isn’t A Lot To Do Here. You Might Like To See The Nearby River”

KC hummed. “I suppose we could, I would like to leave my things here first however”

Flare nodded, moving away from the RV’s entrance and letting KC enter. They set the box with food on the counter and were about to set their bag down before remembering something. She had picked up a curious looking rock for Queso, he knew he collected them, so she should probably get that to him before leaving.

He exited the RV making their way over to Eclipses’ workshop. Only for Flare to block his way. She looked up at the taller bot, confused. “Am I not allowed there?”

“No”

KC hummed, “Are your brothers out?”

Flare hesitated in their answer, “No”

“Then may I at least speak to them? I have something I believe Queso will like”

Flare stared at KC.

KC stared at Flare.

KC would’ve continued to stare at Flare were it not for the loud thump that came from the workshop. And alongside it a very lengthy swear, from Hunter’s voice.

Which meant all of her children were there.

Which meant they were avoiding him.

Which meant they were hiding something.

KC turned back to Flare once more.

“What is going on?”

Flare seemingly tensed up at the query. “Nothing”

“You aren’t one to lie to me,” KC stated calmly, “tell me what is wrong, it is the only way I’ll be able to help”

Flare stared at him still. The solar bot would not budge on this it seems.

KC sighed, quickly summoning a small set of movement runes. They moved Flare out of the way before the taller could even protest, and opened the door to her sons’ workspace.

Only… they were not expecting what they saw.

It wasn’t an absolute mess, there was no broken things or machinery even. Only his children, frozen in place staring straight at him.

Queso was sprawled out in front of the back counter, which held various colorful boxes of various different sizes. Hunter was mid-step, carrying a couple boxes, looking rather aloof. Harvest held one of those tools used for icing cakes, filled with mint green icing, over a bare cupcake that was surrounded by many more already-iced cupcakes.

It was silence all around, last comment that had been heard being Flare’s “I Am Afraid There Was An Unknown Variable In Our Plan”

Everyone remained in place.

The speakers crackled to life, Star’s weak voice coming through.

“W-we can s-see that Flare…”

Harvest had begun her hum of nervousness, Hunter opting for a diversion.

“Happy birthday?”

They were all incredibly nervous if their core rates were anything to go by.

“What is going on?” KC finally asked.

Hunter looked at Harvest, Harvest looked at Queso, Queso looked at Flare, Flare glanced at KC.

“Father’s Day Celebration Set Up”

KC looked back at her other children.

“This is just like Mother’s Day,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I didn’t set anything on fire,” Harvest said near instantly, “this is way better than aspired!”

“Y-yeah,” Stars piped up, “we all learned to not let y-you cook since then”

She turned to the closest camera, hissing, “Hey!”

KC sighed at their children’s antics, fully stepping into the workshop. “Do you need help with anything? I got off work earlier as you may see” they addressed Queso and Hunter. They both shook their head.

“You don’t get to help today!” Hunter exclaimed, “you get to do nothing!” He laughed, almost gesturing with his hands and dropping the boxes, all while still on only one foot.

KC approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you are aware you can move now, yes?”

Hunter blinked. Then turned right around to what he had been doing before, moving boxes apparently.

The oldest turned around to the solar bot, small smile on his face. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

Queso nodded, giving KC the thumbs up and shooing them away from what was probably the gift table. He chuckled as he left the workshop, passing by an argumentative Harvest and tired Flare.

KC hadn’t exactly expected to have her children celebrate Father’s Day for him today, he would’ve been fine just having a normal family dinner. But knowing his children are putting effort on celebrating them today… it warmed her heart on ways he could’ve never dreamt.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Whilst I work on my other better Hashira things. Take this other thing I also had buried away on my phone for ages

Best Friend/Platonic! KNY Iguro Obanai

Mainly platonic but a bit of sprinkled conflicted romantic

A very tough one to befriend due to his intense fear of women and withdrawn nature but you did it! And Obanai adores you as a whole for you sticking by his side

Obanai constantly follows you around(unless Mitsuri is nearby). You’re his safe spot and he lives off that gorgeous aura of yours. Your very kind spirit makes him feel welcome

Even if Obanai is slightly older, he clings onto you like a child and whines for your attention. Somebody wants to steal his best friend? God no, not happening ever!

Obanai is quite the silent man but with you, he opens up a lot more than one would expect, both in and out of public. He hasn’t shown you what’s under his mask nor told you his past but only because he’s afraid you’ll run away

Obanai writes letters to you like he does to Mitsuri. His are mainly detailing his missions or about his hangouts with Mitsuri but some are a bit more personal when you wish

He compliments you. Obanai is a complimenter so when he feels like he should, he’ll boost your confidence and your self-image. He will never let you think you’re ugly or gross, he’ll make you feel as if you’re on-top of the world

“You, hideous? That’s a bad joke, Dokusha. You’re beautiful— No, I mean it, your beautiful, your fun, your sweet, your skilled. I don’t know what that asshole was thinking but nothing he said is true. Yeah, your skin is flawless, you have the silkiest hair, the most gorgeous eyes, your smile’s so precious. Forget him, okay, I’m here now and not going anywhere”

“I’m too kind? Isn’t speaking the truth and lightening up your day what best friends do?”

He also sends you random gifts when he sees fit. He has no reason to, he just thought you’d like whatever he found and figured he’d bring it to your attention. Other-times though, he does it cause he believes he must spoil you

Obanai rants about Mitsuri but not too much as he knows that you’re well aware of his deep feelings for her. He just needs to vent out his passion and you always listen. Yet, he apologises everytime for “wasting your time”

You could bust into Serpent Estate and voice act being a demon hunting him down, and Obanai would still be happy to see you. He knows you’re just playing with him and he’s getting better at easing his seriousness down for your outgoing nature

Obanai has a very dark sense of humour and you’re known as the innocent jokester of the Hashira so he has been improving himself and getting a hold of a safer humour so he can impress you. He wants you to think he’s wholesomely-funny so he tries to be that

Talking about those Estate visits, it’s regular than somebody like Obanai would tolerate. He needs his beloved emotional support when he needs her and sends you a gloomy letter asking for your presence

Obanai isn’t a really touchy nor affectionate best friend but he does like giving hugs whenever he wants. It’s mainly after meeting up with Mitsuri, he gives you a soft hug with praise falling out of his lips for the help.

Obanai is extra sweet when you’re openly upset or in your feels, he’ll let you lay your head on his lap and/or hug his side and cry. Anything to make you feel better as he plots the death of the person who hurt his beloved BFF

“Listen to this one, Dokusha. I made it up. What kind of tea is hard to swallow? Reali-tea” Cut to a concerned Obanai hovering around you as you choke on your laughter. He’s trying for you and you’re so proud of him for it

You’re his wingwoman when it comes to Mitsuri. You helped with the idea of gifting Mitsuri those socks and you help build up all that confidence to attend the restaurant get-togethers with Mitsuri. You’re truthfully like the only pillar keeping Obanai from crumbling apart when he‘s spending time with Mitsuri and he is so grateful for you helping

Obanai is the type of best friend to submit to your requests, even if they’re very minor. You want him to tell you more about his feelings, about his issues. He’ll send you letter telling you everything you wanted and maybe more since he trusts you

Trust is a massive piece of your bestie-ship with Iguro Obanai. Even though it took quite some time for him to develop it, his trust in you can’t be broken now, it’s too strong. Like his love for you, he believes you aren’t capable of doing wrong but there’s just some pieces of information he refuses to tell you out of fear

To make it fair, Obanai needs you to confide in him too. Don’t hide what’s going wrong, he’s here for you! Just tell him that you’re upset over your crush rejecting you and he’ll hightail it to your Estate with your favourite treats. He cares intently for your feelings and won’t tolerate anybody that breaks your heart

“Oi, fucktard. Don’t you dare ignore Dokusha! She’s the Ice Hashira, give her the respect she deserves. What will I do? Make you regret every decision you’ve ever made in your worthless life”

Obanai is the overprotective best friend type. In a fight against a demon or at the fleet market with a mean shopkeeper, Obanai will fiercely defend you like his life depends on it

You(and Mitsuri) are the only two people person in the entirety of Japan that are allowed to nickname Obanai! You mainly nickname him “Obi” and he is so use to it that it’s weird to him, when you call him anything else

Iguro? Obanai? Who in the actual f**k is that? He’s Obi, Obi-sash, Obi-Nobi, he’s never heard of that other guy before in his life!

Would Obanai develop any sort of non-platonic feelings for you? I believe at one point; he would consider it and be quite conflicted over it for ages. He knows he does feel some romantic love for you but he knows he just can’t! He doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t want to ruin his insanely close connection with you and he‘s still in love with Mitsuri! Against a half of his heart, he makes it official that that you must remain in the friend-zone

Obanai likes to hold your hand as much as he can and the soft squeezes reassure him that you’re not going anywhere

Regularly takes you to nice restaurants for lunch catch-ups/hangouts. He believes the best place to wind down and relax is at a table with food and you by his side chatting about random stuff as he remembers each important point and writes them all down in a mental note

Like mentioned, Obanai remembers everything about you. Well… actually, everything he prescribes as the most important. Mention a birthday date once and Obanai will never forget it. Yeah, his devotion for you may not be like the one he has for Mitsuri but he still values you intently and keeping track of the special things to make you happy

Loves going on missions with you. He feels more at peace, less stressed and being able to have you so close by gets rid of the constant worry he has; will you ever come back alive? If you’re right there, Obanai doesn’t have to work with that horrible sting in his chest

Will always catch you if you fall, will always support you if you’re down, will always pick you up when you can’t stand anymore, will always protect you and help you when you’re in pain. Obanai will always be around and doesn’t consider you a afterthought(well… unless he is with Mitsuri), you’re a priority of all things

He loves you so much that it hurts. He didn’t think he could meet another woman that’d win him over but lord behold, the world proves him wrong once again and he values you, a woman, highly enough for him to proudly call you his one and only best friend

“We got a mission together, I hear. Would you like to go to that new restaurant afterwards? There’s a dessert I know you’d love. Yeah? Great, follow me… and hold my hand”

(If it’s not obvious, I’m a Obanai whore that wants to frik him)

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 20 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 21

Summary : You meet Frigga and she makes it clear that she doesn't like you.

Warning: 18+, more Sex, smutty soft smut, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, praise kink, soft loki, sub loki (it's not mentioned but everytime they're having sex he's always using a condom )

"Okay open your eyes now ..This looks good right?" He uncovered his eyes and looked at the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on. You.

"You look ethereal my darling"

"Awwn" you melted for a moment only to go back to stressing about the dress again.

"No but seriously, is this good for Thor's birthday party? I mean is this classy enough?"

"Define classy" he chuckled so you crossed your arms

"Why don't you have a look in the mirror?" you mumbled as you lowered down the dress from your body, you had purchased it today because Loki wanted to take you to Thor's birthday celebration, it was a full length skinny cocktail dress that seemed elegant enough or at least it did to you. Of course nobody still had any idea about you two so you were going to be there as Jane's Friend Stacy again.

"What about the gift? What could one possibly gift the god of thunder? I mean i gave a crappy dress to Jane on her birthday" You rambled on and on and when you looked at him he was just smiling as if you were the best thing in the whole nine realms.

You had also decided to tell your mother about him soon and this relationship, you knew she'd be mad but you were done hiding from her and lying to her.

As you took the dress off and stood there in your lingerie he titled his head and gawked at your figure shamelessly. It's been three weeks since you had gotten back together and he couldn't have been happier with you, everything about you made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't remember if he had ever felt such thrill and satisfaction at the same time in his life before. Satisfaction wasn't in his nature after all but with you he felt completely sated in every way a man could be sated. He loved being around you and inside you, he enjoyed having to listen to you talk for hours, every little thing you did made him fall in love even deeper than the last day.

He walked towards you and hugged you from behind before his lips latched onto your neck. You sighed and leaned your head down on his shoulder, you were a nervous wreck at the moment.

"I know you're apprehensive darling but like I have said before to you, you do not need to impress anyone there" you hummed as he said that.

"I am sorry ..i just want to blend in with those people Lo"

"I'm afraid that is impossible because you're going to stand out no matter how much you try to blend in" you turned around and got on your tiptoes to wrap your arm around his neck, his sweet words always made you feel giddy.

"I love youuu"

"I know you do"

He placed his palms under your butt and easily lifted you up before he wrapped your legs around his waist. Taking you to the sofa instead of the bed he laid you down and got on top of you.

"You're the sweetest, kindest and the most gentle man i have ever known..you know"

"So are you" you laughed as he said that and it made him smile too.

"Mmmm and you're so hot, so pretty and so sexyyyyyyy" his cheeks flushed as you said that, he always blushed at the praises as if he wasn't used to hearing such things about himself.

"Thank you princess"

"And –" before you could say something else he pressed his lips onto yours and you were just starting to enjoy the moment when you heard a knock on your door and flinched, since that horrible incident you have just been extra paranoid.

"It must be Mrs Geller Darling, no need to be afraid" he caressed your cheek softly so you nodded. You got out of his clutches to get dressed as you were in just your underwear and bra.

For a week after Ronald was arrested Loki spent every night with you but he wasn't able to get out of work related commitment one day so you spent the night at Mrs Geller but of course you couldn't just intrude her privacy like that every night and had to stay in your apartment when Loki couldn't make it even though you didn't want to be alone.

He stayed on call until you had fallen asleep, you needed to have your window shut, blinds off, the lights on and the sound of his voice on the phone speaker to put you through sleep but it was slowly starting to get better. He was gone, you had nothing to worry about. You did have a scary dream though where you saw Ronald again and in the dream you had called Stephen late at night to tell him that you were being stalked. You never understood why you were having such dreams about Stephen, maybe it was because you always thought about how disastrous that meeting was and it somehow always remained in your subconscious mind.

Next day as you reached the tower for Thor's birthday there were several people just staring at you and that made you even more anxious than usual. You met Jane as soon as you had reached and she was wearing the dress you had gifted her on the birthday.

"Y/n thank you for this, I put it on yesterday and I just knew I didn't need anything else" she told you excitedly and your eyes teared up, you didn't say anything but hugged her and then you reminded her that she was the prettiest woman at the party.

Thor and Loki weren't at the party, you hadn't seen Loki since Thor had brought you here, he did text you though that he'd be there soon. Though, you had no idea why Thor was missing from his own birthday party. You made your way to the bar and ordered an orange juice, just a minute later a man sat next to you and he ordered a drink for himself.

"Having fun?" You turned your head and you saw James. Loki had told you about him. Apparently he was the Captain's old buddy from the war time and the Winter Soldier the team had gone to retrieve a few days ago.

"I am trying" you chuckled so he smiled. Loki had also told you that he was going through intense therapy sessions almost every other day.

"What's your name? You seem familiar" he said to you.

"I do? I'm Stacy btw" you lied to him so he shrugged.

"James"

"I know"

He kept staring at you and it made you feel a bit awkward.

"Where are you from?" He asked you so you looked at him,

"I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota..been there?" You didn't know if he understood what you had said but you noticed that he seemed affected by your response.

"Minnesota? Any chance you were outside that fancy restaurant la blaire some time ago??" He asked you so you raised your brow before you remembered something. That was the restaurant where you had your first and last meeting with Stephen.

"I might have why?"

"Yeah pretty sure I hit you with my bike there a few months ago..I was confused at first but now I'm hundred percent sure" you looked at him shocked as he said that.

"Just so you know I did come back to see if you were fine but your boyfriend had it all covered so I …nice to meet you" he grabbed his drink from the bar before he walked away from you. He was the one to hit you with his bike? What was he doing there? What were the odds that it was him out of all the people that had hit you? You felt a tap on your shoulder and assuming it was James again you were ready to go off on him but you looked to the side and it was Loki instead. He was dressed in a black suit with a white button up shirt underneath, he hadn't straightened his long curls tonight and the look had somehow made him million times hotter.

"Hello miss, I saw you from a distance and couldn't help myself from approaching such a beauty" you smiled as he said that. Okay you can play the game.

"Hello sir, big fan of yours, I'm Stacy by the way" you brought your hand out so he grabbed it and gave it a formal kiss.

"So tell me Stacy, once the feast is over would you like to share a night with me in my chamber?" You gasped as he said that.

"Misster misster you are naughtayyyy" he smiled and looked around but some of the Avengers were looking at him so he walked away from you and you saw him approaching a random woman at the party and he started to flirt with her the same way and then he did the same with a few more, all of them seemed overly excited by his presence. Ofcourse, you knew he was doing it to divert the attention away from you but it still bothered you to see him flirt with other women, he kept it lowkey though, no other invitations had been sent to spend a night in his chamber, only you got it..

A few minutes later you spotted Thor along with Jane and the whole room had gotten silent all of a sudden, you looked at him and he had someone else by his side, he had his mother Frigga along with him.

Frigga the queen of Asgard.

You recognised her immediately because you had seen her on the news when Loki was hiding in your apartment.

Why didn't Loki tell you she was going to be here? You looked at him for answers but he seemed equally surprised by her appearance, his eyes were teary, there was that puppy look on his face that you loved and hated, depending on the situation, he also seemed paler than usual.

Thor introduced her to everyone and she was as elegant as you had thought her to be whenever Loki had talked about her. He was frozen in his spot and you were about to go comfort him when you saw Frigga approaching him.

"My sweet prince, have you not missed your mother?" She hugged him and you noticed how he immediately melted in her arms, he hadn't seen her in so long and he was still angry about the lies she had made him believe all his life but you could tell he had missed her motherly love and care for him. Your eyes met with Thor and he seemed happy too. You walk towards Jane and she seemed nervous too but she was excited as well.

"Did you meet her?" You asked her and she had a huge grin on her face.

"I did, I think she likes me, she gave me this" she showed you a bracelet on her wrist and it made you smile. It also looked expensive as fuck.

"This is gorgeous. Did you know she was coming here?"

"No, Thor didn't either, she just gave us all a surprise "

You sighed as she said that, well at least you weren't the only one who had no clue of her visit, if you knew you'd have prepared yourself better.

"May I have a word with you in private?" Frigga asked Loki and took him to the balcony of the lounge. You saw them from a distance, several emotions were at play here, there was crying and then they started to smile and hugged each other again but he seemed at peace and that's what mattered the most because you knew even though he hadn't said much, deep down he was struggling with this for a long time. You noticed Loki approaching you and he looked around before he held your hand and took you to the balcony. He made sure to cast an illusion so other people won't be able to see you interacting with him or Frigga.

"Mother this is y/n" he introduced you and all of a sudden you had no idea what to do or say. This wasn't your first day out in public as a human but that's exactly how you felt in the moment. You had never met a queen before so there was that.

"Hello Mrs Frigga" she raised one of her brows and you thought you had offended her so you corrected yourself "Your highness, it's an honor to meet you" you mumbled nervously again and you felt Loki's palm rubbing against your back in a comforting manner.

"Hello dear" she finally smiled but it didn't reach her eyes you could tell "Loki darling would you go bring for us something to drink? I would like to have a few words with her till then" he nodded and your heart sped faster than ever, he gave your hand a squeeze before he kissed your cheek and walked away. You smiled at her but if you were being honest to yourself you were so close to shitting your pants.

"My son is very fond of you" she said.

"Well i hope so" you chuckled and she nodded "I'm very fond of him, he is one of his kind, he's a gem" she smiled again and that made you feel a little relaxed but the feeling wasn't going to last for long.

"I know dear, he lost himself for a while but I could see him making his way back to his roots. Once his punishment here on midgard ends we would like to return the people of Asgard both of their prince's in all of their glory, his father is awaiting them both" you nodded as she said that.

"Did he ever inform you that he was betrothed to the Princess of Vanaheim, Atrishia?" She asked you so you nodded again, the way she wasn't even looking at you while talking to you was making you feel like a peasant in front of her which you probably were but it would have been nice if she had acknowledged your presence.

"He mentioned her once"

"She is still waiting for him to return" your eyes teared up as she said that "I truly appreciate that you protected my son and helped him come out with the truth about Thanos but I need you to understand that the union of marriage in Asgard is amongst the equals, you are not his equal, you are not a princess of your realm now are you?" You looked down as she said that, you always felt insecure about him choosing you because you knew he deserved the whole world and that you'd never be able to give him that.

"No but I can assure you that I love him and he loves me" she smiled as you said that and she caressed your head in a patronizing manner.

"You are naive my dear. I know my son fairly well, he gets deeply invested at first but it's going to fade soon, it is not going to last. Do you really think you're the first woman to own his heart this way? Do you think you possess what it takes for a man such as him to stay interested in you for long?" You just continued to look down as tears spilled from your eyes, you wiped them completely as you noticed Loki at the distance approaching you two.

"Think about what I said, it is for your own benefit that I am saying this" She said to you so you nodded. As Loki came near you two, Frigga took the drink from his hand and he gave you yours and then she circled her arm around his so he'd take her inside.

"Darling come…it's getting cold" he brought his hand forward for you so you looked at him.

"I'll be right back…I just..i have to make a call" his brows furrowed as you said that, he had a feeling something had happened between you and his mother but he didn't want to create a scene until he had the full information. As he walked away with her you turned around and placed the glass on the ledge of the balcony. You felt too nauseous to want to drink or eat anything. You remembered how happy Jane was after meeting her and you were happy for her but at the same time you felt bad about yourself. She was a mortal as well so it was just you that she didn't approve of.

After a few minutes you composed yourself and went inside again.

Loki looked at your sullen face and he had a feeling Frigga had said something to you, he saw how joyous lady Jane seemed as compared to you and his doubts were confirmed. He just hoped you won't allow her words to affect you or this relationship with him. He also noticed the Dalia approaching you and he remembered how she had hurt you last time so before she could bother anymore, he confronted her instead.

"Loki" she spoke his name but her eyes welled up as she felt an excruciating pain in her head, she also felt extremely sick all of a sudden.

"You feel that Dalia? Trust me I can make it worse and I can make it last forever so you will never feel happiness again. I have never retorted for the things you did to her until now but let me just warn you that I won't tolerate you disrespecting my woman any longer"

"I'm sorry..it won't happen again" she mumbled, her voice came out shrill as she was unable to speak because of the pain she was feeling, she felt pins and needles probing every inch of her skin.

"Are we clear now?"

"Yes just make it stop please I'll never bother her again" she begged him so he smiled and stopped messing with her head immediately before he walked away from her.

He did notice her running out of the lounge immediately after that and he couldn't have been happier. The party was amazing but after that conversation you didn't feel worthy of being around these people especially not the queen herself. Frigga wasn't able to stay for long so he bid her goodbye before he grabbed your hand and decided to take you to his chamber.

"Loki I'd like to go back to my apartment please, I have to work tomorrow" you said to him on the way so he nodded and went back to the party to request Thor to drop you both back to your place. You felt awful that you were troubling him on his birthday but you couldn't just stay here even a minute longer..

As soon as you were back to your apartment Loki finally confronted you.

"What did she say to you?" He asked you so you sighed and went into the kitchen after you took your heels off to grab yourself a glass of water, your throat felt dry.

"Nothing Loki, she was nice..she said nothing" He bit on his cheeks as you clearly lied to him "You should have gone back lo, it's your brother's birthday celebration, Jane told me they were going to stay up all night, get drunk and play games"

You walked past him to get to the closet but he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him.

"We promised each other that we will communicate about these things, remember?" Your eyes teared up again as he said that. You didn't want to hurt him because of what she had said, not at all.

"She doesn't like me...surpriiiiseee"

He was offended by the notion, ofcourse he was, he couldn't even imagine anyone not adoring you the way he did.

"It doesn't matter to me, your mother doesn't like me"

"Lokiii…i ..that princess is still waiting for you, she's waiting for you, she was engaged to you and she's still waiting" you tried to pull away from him but he was holding onto you tightly.

"I told my mother that it can not happen now, i have moved on and i have found what I have been looking for" he said sternly so you chuckled.

"Really you have been looking for this? A simpleton like me? Don't you want a princess or something?" You got out of his grip somehow and walked to your closet in order to avoid crying in his face, you always felt as if you weren't enough for him and people telling you the same again and again didn't help the situation. He closed the distance between you two and turned you around before he pulled you into his chest again. Cupping your cheeks he made you look at him right in the eyes, his thumbs wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks

"I have a princess, i have you and it's hurting me that you're being so disrespectful towards my princess" your eyes welled up even more as he said that "What happened to us not giving up on each other no matter what hmm?"

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry, it just hurts"

He latched his lips onto yours and picked you up from the floor. The dress made it difficult for you to wrap your legs around him so he immediately laid you down on the bed. He didn't stop kissing you and neither did you as you took his coat off and then the shirt followed. You knew he loved you and whatever she said about him being infatuated wasn't true but you still felt scared of losing his interest in you sooner or later.

He turned you around on your front to unzip the dress, he loved doing that apparently.

Pulling the straps of your dress down he freed your breasts from the confinement of your dress, one of his arms snaked around your shoulders as he sucked kisses on the exposed skin of your neck, pulling your dress up he ripped your underwear in half using a minimum force and you felt him entering you slowly.

He turned your head so he could kiss your mouth while he thrusted in and out of you slowly, the sex was passionate and romantic, it was needy and that's exactly what you needed from him. He pulled out, turned you over on your back again and he quickly had your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked in and out of you again, the dress was pooled around your waist and it's not that he didn't enjoy the sight of your naked body underneath him but just something about you looking so disheveled always made him so feral.

"I'm sorry I was being disrespectful" you cupped his cheeks as you mumbled, your voice came out all broken from the sex as well as how you were feeling before he had started to fuck these insecurities out of you, literally.

"Mmmhmm i do not care what anyone says darling, I just need you to trust me and I need you to know that we have each other, i got you sweet princess..look at me" his fingers clutched into your hair as he kissed you softly "You have me, you are not going to lose me" you nodded and started to move your hips slowly, the gesture made him quicken his own pace.

"Keep going like that darling..so good" he moaned as the sensation began to grow in the pit of his stomach "I need you my princess. I had no will to live until I had found you, you do not have any clue that my soul is always restless when I am away from you, constantly yearning untill I have your whole existence in my arms again"

His words had completely sated your fears for a moment. You didn't want to think what his mother thought about you anymore.

"Mmmm I need you lo..my baby..god please" you sat up along with him, your mouth stayed on his as you kissed him passionately and then you laid him down on the bed underneath you, he smiled as you sat on his cock and took him deeper slowly, the dress was obstructing his view so you pulled it over your head, he craned his neck up to get a better view of your cunt stretching around his cock and the sight made him moan in desperation.

You placed your hands down on his chest as you rode him slowly, you felt one of his hands squeeze your butt while the other one played with your clit.

"Is this good?" You asked him and he opened his mouth to say something but only a grunting moan came out, how come he got to look this way? He had no right to look so pretty underneath you.

"You feel so good baby, such a perfect cock you have"

You mumbled as you leaned over him, your fingers brushed the hair behind his ear and you caressed his cheek with your fingers, the look on his face had softened instantly with the touch,

"Darling please" he mumbled so you smiled at him.

"What do you need pretty baby?"

"Keep moving please..pleassse my goddess" he perched himself on his elbows so he was closer to you and you curled your fingers around his nape to kiss him passionately, you sucked on his tongue slowly, back and forth, over and over again, the erotic gesture made him twitch inside you.

"Mmm you're such a pretty babyboy I love you so much" As soon as the words left your mouth you felt him fall apart for you.

"Oh my nornsss!! Ohh I'm gonna cum.. I'm sorry my goddess ..im sorrry"

He collapsed on the bed, his back arched and he thrusted his hips harshly into you as he came around you, hitting your sweet spot that made you lose it too, his cock twitched inside you and you were both so loud that you felt afraid Mrs Geller would come knocking on your door to see if you were okay or not.

Your body went limp on his chest as you felt exhausted, the orgasm took everything out of you.

"God that was… godddd"

He chuckled as you said that, his fingers caressed your scalp softly, he had never come so hard in his life before and he had plenty of sex before so that was something. Maybe it was the way you kind of went so dominating on him out of nowhere, he enjoyed that alot.

"Did you call me goddess?" You put your head up to look at him and that blush didn't go unnoticed.

"Did you call me babyboy?" You giggled as he said that.

"Pretty babyboy"

"I love you" he cupped your cheeks and kissed you as tenderly as he could, fornicating with you wasn't enough for him, it never was, he needed the whole thing, he craved the cuddles and the sweet confessions of love after the act.

"I love you my sweet baby..come here ..let me bite you and eat you" you growled as you snuggled him and he giggled in response.

Yes, he needed all this and more and he only needed it from you and nobody else, the fact that his own mother had disrespected the woman he wanted to build a future with had hurt him to the core. He did feel responsible for the situation Atrishia was in so he knew he had to go make amends with her and tell her that he had moved on, he had found his mate in you and he wasn't going to leave you under any circumstances. He didn't want to be the reason someone was in pain but he decided to think about it later, for now he just wanted to bask in the love, this pure love that he had stumbled upon somehow.

Once you were down from the orgasmic high you took a shower with him and when you both came out you put on the dress again which confused him.

"We should go join his birthday celebration, I'm sure he wants us there lo" he smiled as you said that and took out his phone to call Thor.

"I'll fix my face before we go" you cupped his cheeks to kiss him before you pulled away and looked at him for a second before you kissed him again "Godd i would die for you…I love you so much" you walked away as you mumbled. His smile widened and eyes teared up as he watched you hurrying with your makeup process. Then he mumbled in his mouth as he adored you from the distance.

"And i will kill for you my princess"

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Note : He's just being sentimental, too precious to kill anyone isn't he? Story will pick up from the next chapter, this was kind of a filler with some information here and there but I hope it wasn't boring 🥰

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[seraphcelene]

IWTV S2E4 - I Want You More Than Anything in the World

There are games being played.

Let's talk about Louis -- how he's been transformed from the melancholy, self-flagellating moral mess to almost equal parts temper and angst, ever balanced between joy and hope and rage.

I can't compare this series to the books because it is a different beast altogether, and I LOVE the changes.

There is something sinister and beautiful in the way that IwtV has turned gender politics on its head. Queer love is centered and the vulnerability of emotion demanded of women in depictions of romantic relationships gets equal demand in the male leads. That is wildly true of the novels and makes for a welcome shift in the way that men are portrayed on screen. Armand's NEED oozes out of his eyes when he's with Louis. He is so in love. He also opens a vein describing his life before vampirism. It's a narrative that typically frames womanhood -- objectified, sexualized, enslaved and without agency. Then there's Louis grief, guilt, and unrequited love for Lestat, a force in every scene Jacob Anderson is in.

The commentary on how women fit and are objectified within society are there too. Madeline's shunning after her affair with a young German solider is explained in equally by "patriotism" and loose morals (she is slut shamed). Claudia's infantilization, at complete odds with how she sees herself and wants to be seen is horrifying. Her "maman" in the play makes a comment about Baby Lulu distracting her father so that he keeps his hands off her (the mother). It's coarse theater, of course, and it's meant to be a purple comment that suggests and titillates. It is also, to a modern audience, or at least this person as audience, horrifying. It reminded me immediately of how women are portrayed as objectified stand ins to attract the male gaze. Claudia's debasement, sexualized infant for the mortals and walking ridicule as blasphemy to the immortals, is a game, a show and a joke for everyone. That girl is going to break. Her developing relationship with Madeline is the closest depiction of normalcy and something she craves and has craved since she accidentally ate that boy back in Season 1.

It all makes an interesting comment on power structure. Who has it, who doesn't, who wants it, who doesn't. Season 1 sets Louis as the beta to Lestat's alpha. It makes sense. Lestat is a natural born alpha, but Louis as a beta is a little sleight of hand. Yes with Lestat, but as is increasingly more obvious absolutely not with Armand. Louis even reminds us that he is good at running things.

I'd argue that Armand was never really an alpha vampire. He holds the coven because his dark gifts are strong enough to allow him to, but not because anyone is particularly afraid or in awe of him. It makes Louis and Armand as a coven of two an interesting question. @lynnenne has posited that Louis is the one in control. I find that idea deliciously fascinating and more likely as we're watching the events of the past. But because this is still a story of unreliable narrator's, I have to question the truth. Is he? or isn't he?

Louis dresses his disdain and his resistance to emotional intimacy in Lestat's figure. He holds on to him as armor to hold off real emotional attachment even as he stares lovingly into Armand's face in the present and declares that he loved him even back them. I don't know that him letting go of Lestat in the rain (SO FUCKING SAD AND OH!) was about him deciding to be in love so much as it is about him deciding to let go of guilt and fear so that he can move forward. Lestat was his past. Running the theater could be his future and it would be to protect Claudia as much as it would be to protect Armand.

But again … what of this story is real? Daniel's migraines, the reemerging memories of San Francisco that are very much centered around what looks like Armand playing mind games.

Little things I loved about this episode:

Madeline and Claudia in the shop and the way that Claudia is lamenting that she is a vampire and Madeline is dinner

"Go sit in your choice, sister." - That fight was epic and hurtful and real. Both of them abandoned in different ways.

Claudia calling Armand on his shit. She is Lestat's daughter for sure. She doesn't give a fuck about the rituals and the rules. Claudia is looking for a space to belong in, but it has to be shaped for her and according to her rules. Anything else will chafe.

"The wilderness that is our daughter."

Louis letting Lestat go is one of the saddest thing ever. The music is a slightly discordant, manipulative goodbye in this very constructed story reflecting a very constructed end between Louis and Lestat. I love the way that Louis makes Lestat say apple and then apple in French as proof that he is just a figment of his imagination because Lestat is never that accommodating. "There isn't going to be a hunt, is there?" And then he is washed away by the rain.

[heelycular-manslaughter]

Hellbreak, a game i'm making thats inspired by some stuff, has some stuff that has been made for it. a cool one is

Dire, Goddess of the Arsenal

they/them and it/its

Vein, Goddess of Violence and sister to Erylis, was very good at her role in the pantheon. The goddess gave mortals blood to spew, as well as arteries for it to spew from. The organic structures of mortals were partially formed by her simply as material for art pieces. Being the goddess of violence, she was very good at whipping up conflict in mortalkind and godkind alike. She was such a natural at creating targets that she inevitably made herself one. Mortals had learned from her, outgrew her in collective bloodlust, and created an arsenal large enough to overwhelm a god. Vein joyfully died via thousands of bruising hammers and piercing blades. After her death, the world of violence changed. With an arsenal large enough to kill a god, the collective desolation-energy formed Dire, Goddess of the Arsenal. The world of violence was now defined by fear; if an arsenal could simply grow large enough to kill the goddess of violence, then the simple role of violence was not enough.

Thousands of blades interlock to create their form, never decreased in size for the comfort of mortals. Even when granting boons, it will most often only bestow them via an image of its hand.

Dire is cold, the beating blood of its predecessor now staining the thousand blades forming its body. To them, violence is a tool for growth, for control. They know the exact number of blades that belie its body, but understand that mortals are more afraid of the uncountable.

Dire is willing to help runners out, although not all runners are very happy to accept support from it. Hell was largely a product of Dire’s influence, after all. Many runners have the ultimate goal to kill Dire, or somehow revive Vein, but ultimately, an arsenal is still a tool to achieve those goals. Dire doesn't see runners as much of a threat, and it recognizes itself as a tool as well, utilized by anyone with access to them.

Core Mechanics: Boon Weapons

Dire will gift you partially formed weapons, which start with only one available action. To switch between weapons, you'll need to spend a Cast.

yea this is just a reference to my other game. this also made me start making a mech game called Arsenal just cause I liked the idea of each goddess representing a definition of violence and the corresponding games delving further into each definition

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[scarfacemarston]

saw your post saying that you want ideas for Fenris, so here's my 5 cents;

You know the romance ending for Fenris? Whenever I see it and I hear Varric say "a hero was born" for some reason that makes me think that it is giving us the idea that Fenris has become a dad, soooooo, any thoughts on Fenris as a dad?

Have a good day/night

Hey! I LOVE that idea. Seriously, that is so heartwarming to think of. It's been months since I've written hc and I've never written for Fenris before, but I hope you like it! I have bonus hc's from the crew below the cut. Background: Despite being together for over several years since Act 3 and the fact that they might as well have been married, Varric and crew still found themselves surprised to hear that Fenris and Hawke were pregnant/adopting. "Broody with a Broody Jr on the way? I knew it'd happen at some point; you owe me 50 coppers, Rivani."

If pregnant - Hawke was initially worried Fenris would leave them because of their first night together, but he had proven himself loyal to a fault numerous times, the thought thankfully disrupted quickly.

Fenris is the worrying warrior until after the baby is born, or if adopting, til they bring them home.  His mind is always going a mile a minute risk calculation and problem-solving for things that haven't yet happened. Hawke has to get him to snap out of it. He's extremely attentive partially because he tries to think about any possible situation and discomfort and how to avoid it. If Hawke is pregnant, he's ready, whether through ginger tea, soothing balms, hot towels, massages, craving outings, you name it.

It's not original, but the baby would definitely be named Bethany, Leandra, or Malcolm if it's a son. With adoption, he feels a little more in control. (I love the idea of Fenris having a daughter, so that's what I'm using her. Feel free to hc differently!)

The baby loves his voice. Adores it. She perks up whenever Fenris speaks, even if it's the quietest of murmurs or humming. Fenris would talk to the baby if his partner is pregnant, calming her down, especially if she starts kicking.  

He doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of her. He's lived on such little sleep before, but this was something worth it. He sometimes likes the quiet to reflect on his new life and gaze at the miracle in his arms.

Fenris has to be reminded to put her down sometimes so Hawke can hold her ---then Hawke has to be reminded to put down the baby so they can get work done.

Definitely lots of story time together and time spent reading books together. 

He wants his child to be curious about the world and not be afraid to question why things are the way they are. He encourages her to ask difficult questions, even if it's something he doesn't always want to answer. He will try to answer in an age-appropriate manner anyhow.

Incredibly protective. He never thought he'd have a family, and now he has someone who depends on him more than anything. He is never far from her; if he can't chase after them, she's in a playpen where he can keep watch. However, he also tells himself that falling and making mistakes is okay. Scratched knees or messes are to be expected. Fenris becomes very good at toeing the line between being protective and allowing her to pick herself up and figure out solutions "by herself." (Of course, he'll still be there to kiss it better or give her a boost.)

He and Hawke agree that they'd rather gift her love and time than gifts.

Somehow, Fenris has ended up with an extra Malbari, 2 cats, and a goat as pets.

He teaches her a lot of skills, Lots of nature excursions, and teaches her things like navigation, plant identification, starting a fire, and helping her learn a language. 

He and Hawke agree to teach her self-defense once she's old enough. He's a firm & thorough but patient teacher.

He and Hawke believe she should do whatever she pleases with her body. Does she want long-flowing hair? He'll show off his braiding skills. Does she want chopped hair like FemHawke? Done. 

If she turns out to be a mage, Fenris would accept it. He would know that was a possibility whether she was biologically theirs - because of Hawke's mage line or, if adopted, that it is a randomized gene. He would be lying if he didn't think their lives would be easier if she wasn't a mage - but that is because he is worried for her and the current politics - not so much because of his past treatment of mages. It would take him a little time to process it, but he would love her just the same……….he only hopes that Hawke or one of their friends can help with the magic because turning the floor into an ice rink or the smell of burnt hair can only be tolerated for so long.

Bonus:

The Hawke crew isn't always around, but I like to hear them stay in touch and visit. Maybe they still travel together. I hated the idea of them breaking up.

Varric has most definitely written a few adventures with her in mind - one being a talking animal version of Hawke's adventures. Another about griffons and another about malbari adventurers.

Merrill brings the sweetest gifts and loves telling stories and taking her foraging. Flower crowns are a must.

Isabela develops a liking for stuffed plushies. It started with a stuffed parrot, and before they knew it, the bed was crowded with stuff like Malbari, parrots, griffon, cats, and whatever she could find. Isabela also gives her her first pirate sword. Baby Hawke loves her jewelry.

Aveline - mage or not - offers to train her in combat. Of course, Hawke laughs and says, "She's a baby. I think she's fine for now." She'd offer to babysit - Hawke having a child really has her curious about starting her own family with Donnic when they can find the time. Donnic makes her a set of cards so she can "play" diamondback with them.

Anders offers medical care if he is around and also offers to tutor her in magic - but I think we all know what Fenris' thoughts on that would be. Still, Fenris would begrudgingly be thankful for any care he provided.

[theeniebeanie]

hello, this is your unofficial excuse to completely tell us absolutely everything there is yo know about your ocs, for i cannot find any background information on them here and im so incredibly interested !!

(are they dating each other? whats the relation to the canon characters? relations with the virtual singers at all?? do they have thier own unit?? where do they reside? stuff like that!)

-vanitas

hello yuri community. I am about to Rant. This is the Mikitena Masterpost. My pet girlfriends who have every disease.

Mikiso Saito (the purple one):

Created first! They/them lesbian, autism and ADHD ridden because they are just like me, for real. Seventeen years old as of ensekai canon, eighteen in jpsekai.

Despite being nonbinary, they do like feminine terms like girlfriend and other similarly feminine words. They are very against she/her pronouns, though. They also have some gender dysphoria because of their feminine figure, but they don’t mind it as much as they used to.

Naturally purple-haired, the cyan streak is dyed. This is because they are abnormal about Rui Kamishiro and had no idea how to speak to him and chose the most normal path of trying to look like him to get his attention. It works. They are friends.

Friends with another friend’s (@kenderlike) pjsk oc, Mikuo. This is lore-relevant because Mikuo is the one who gives Miki relationship advice (neither of them have ever been in a relationship at this point in time.)

Originally went to Miyamasuzaka, transferred partway through second year. Used to be classmates with Haruka and Saki, did not speak to Haruka because they were intimidated Minori style. Saki and Emu are their best friends prior to transfer, they still remain close.

They move to Kamiyama midway through their second year when their parents move - very stressful. Miki struggled a lot to make friends when they were in elementary and part of middle school, since they struggled a lot with social cues and other elements. This meant they were alone for a long period, which has left them with some problems they haven’t quite gotten over, however they don’t surface that often.

Miki ended up awkwardly standing on the rooftop and hoping Rui would speak to them for about a week, which eventually works. The reason they were so strange about him is because they were so truly enthralled with his performances in wxs, which they are a huge fan of thanks to Emu. They’ve been to every show besides the one that went poorly in the main story. They eventually befriend Nene and Tsukasa as well, though they’re somewhat afraid of him at first due to his volume - they get over it quickly enough.

Emu-type rich. Both of their parents have high-paying jobs, so they’re rather well-off. They don’t actually understand the value of money, though, and will casually buy expensive gifts for their friends and get extremely startled when they get emotional over it. Eg, buying Atena (we will get there) a real silver necklace with diamonds worth thousands since to them that’s pennies.

Extremely clumsy. Trips and falls all of the time. Somehow has never felt any embarrassment over it.

World’s most loving person. Can and will hug everyone they meet. Also very hyper, bounces all the time. Quite literally jumps with joy.

On the flip side, goes nonverbal when they’re troubled. This is distressing to them, especially when they haven’t told the person they’re talking to that it happens. Not always - when they’re particularly upset or going through a depressive episode, it’s a fifty-fifty coin flip. They have cards, though - in school, they have a system where when they are at different levels of functioning, they put different colored cards upright. Nonverbal is orange.

Not great at school - average grades at best. They try so hard, though.

Absolutely adores pressure - both giving and receiving. They squeeze their friends, they get squished on demand by their friends and family and girlfriend.

Atena Amane (the not purple one):

!! tw mentions of drug use, abuse, suicidal ideation and attempt, very brief mention of SA - will be a warning when it comes up !!

If you couldn’t tell from the warnings, Atena is Fucked Up. She/her bisexual autism ADD.

Kamiyama student. Sixteen years old as of ensekai canon, seventeen as of jpsekai canon. Skipped a year of school when she was relatively young so she’s quite ahead, still gets relatively high grades.

Almost every Kamiyama student knows about Atena because she’s surrounded by rumors. She has a reputation and is called names which are unkind and demeaning at best - they don’t bother her, but they bother Miki.

Atena serves somewhat as a parallel to Miki, in that they’ve both experienced loneliness due to the opinions of others. The difference is that Miki can’t handle solitude, where Atena thrives in it. She can’t be hurt if she isn’t attached to someone.

She’s very poor. Her father got sick when she was nine and died when she was eleven, and her mother, Yui, works multiple jobs to keep the house running. Atena is responsible for cleaning, buying and cooking food, and other household responsibilities. Her mother is only home on Friday evenings, otherwise she comes home way past 1-2 in the morning and she’s gone by the time Atena goes to school in the morning. This further adds to her isolation, especially as she’s an only child.

Drug use warning: After her father’s death, at age twelve, her first girlfriend and her split up, and the constant trouble eventually led to her smoking weed to cope. On top of this, she picks up casual drinking, as well as dating practically anyone that would look at her.

Abuse and SA mention warning: This doesn’t go well for Atena - she ends up in many relationships that vary from boring to emotionally and sometimes physically abusive. Her halting point comes at age fifteen, with her last casual relationship. To avoid going into detail, she’s hurt badly while intoxicated.

Suicide mention warning: After that instance, she makes an attempt which thankfully is unsuccessful, though the reason this upsets her more than anything is seeing her mother's face. She decides to avoid people in general from that point on in order to not hurt her mother further after the death of her father, not wanting to leave her mother entirely alone.

Her history with relationships leads her to being entirely closed off and extremely blunt - she speaks directly with no sugarcoating, entirely monotone. She also panics when touched due to her history, and does especially poorly when squeezed or hugged without warning.

She is intrigued by Mikiso, who’s unapologetically kind and (in her opinion) abnormally respectful of her boundaries, as they obey her rules to a T. They start dating after a while, and over time with a lot of patience and reassurance she begins to unlearn a lot of the negativity she had associated with “love.” They learn to love together, in a sense - Mikiso never having been in a relationship, and Atena never having been in a truly good relationship.

Miscellaneous general trivia:

Mikiso is ambidextrous - leans more towards naturally left handed. However, after developing their crush on Atena, who is exclusively left handed, they purposely started using their right hand more. Their writing and coordination is far messier, but they don’t care as it means they can hold hands with her while doing things. Atena does notice this one day, when she catches them, doing something with their left hand, but she doesn’t argue when they stutter that they’re ambidextrous.

Atena has a dented, sticker-coated black DS lite her father bought her for her tenth birthday. It’s hanging on by a thread, but she refuses to replace it. She plays Nintendogs religiously, as well as playing tons of cheap, third party games she finds in stores or is given or that she “found” in exes’ houses. She is forbidden from playing Mario Kart, however, as she gets angry and throws things when she loses. This, for some reason, does not happen with any other game.

Atena is an incredible chef. She is also an absolutely horrible baker. The reason being, she takes recipes as a suggestion rather than gospel. This works in cooking, not baking. This led to an occurrence when making bread where she put far too much yeast and accidentally created something sentient. Mikiso sobbed when Atena killed it because it was alive and they felt sympathy for it, where Atena wanted to put it out of its misery. After this occurrence, she was not allowed to bake unsupervised.

When Mikiso wanted to talk to Atena for the first time at school, they fell flat on their face after they misjudged the distance between their back and the wall and they lost their balance. This is the reason Atena didn’t outright ignore them, as she was intrigued by the fact that they simply stood up and acted like nothing happened with no semblance of embarrassment. This is also why Atena realised she found losers very very cute.

Upon being told by Mikiso that they loved Atena for the first time, she had a panic attack. After talking about it, though, she learns that things aren’t going to change because of it. She also refuses to tell Mikiso that she loves them, as she wants to be one hundred percent certain that she feels the same and know for a fact that she means it. Mikiso finds this very sweet.

Atena is learning how to love herself through learning to love and be loved by Miki.

Atena acts “normal” around her mother - is not blunt and smiles widely. The first time Mikiso ever witnessed this, they were horrified. This also isn’t discussed again after - think Emu being afraid of Mafuyu’s fake smile.

They aren't in a unit - they're just two guys, really. Mikiso actually does have a solo sekai called the Ship Sekai (or pirate sekai affectionately - named such because the virtual singers appear only after being Downloaded Legally. They don't have a huge goal, or anything - they're literally just friends with vocaloids, and it rules. Because I like it.)

Mikiso 's birthday is June 21st, Atena's birthday is November 16th.

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Below this line I added their relationship charts with the main cast - there's probably more lore I haven't mentioned. I think about them a LOT. I painted them for my art final, wrote a story about them on my English final, I draw them everywhere. I have separate white day AU lore for them that I haven't even touched on. I have white day card edits. I have so so much. I could genuinely talk forever about them, I am so serious. Please please please if you have more questions please by all means, ask away. I will answer everything.

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hello there, does the Almighty Mouse have any romantic headcanons for Zayne, Victor and Jadu? With a Farmer that is generally a quiet, really sweet, "walk the walk" kind of person, but is planning how to expose the Mayor and his Solid Gold Lewis Statue >:3

Oh, pfffff! Phah, almighty 😅

Yeah, I have some short headcanons :D thanks for the ask ❤️

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Victor:

Victor didn't expect his favorite partner to be a walking phrase "still waters run deep". For what he didn't expect was that the quiet and kind Farmer kept a whole board with pinned sheets of paper that said "finding the golden statue". Oh, they want to find some hidden treasure in their adventures? Oh, that's interesting, Victor can help- Uhh, what? What Lewis statue? Maybe this isn't such a good idea... But the fire in Farmer's eyes suggests that they are willing to pursue the search for the truth to the end. *Sigh*

Jadu:

Poor Jadu is just trying to get used to the new place and its inhabitants, and he has already been plunged headfirst into "the most important mystery of the entire Pelican Town". What is the strangest thing - the initiator of all this is his beautiful and precious partner, who by their nature is quite calm and kind person. Who's Lewis? The golden statue? Jadu is so confused. In a way, young mage sees this whole "truth-seeking" thing as just another weird hobby of Farmer.

Zayne:

"My love, maybe we shouldn't meddle in people's private life?" Yoba witness, Zayne harbors the fondest and warmest feelings for his beautiful Farmer, yet he does not agree to participate in their mission to "expose Mr. Purple pants." At the very least, it's rather rude. If they're wondering about this "mystical golden statue" (which young Amethyne doubts exists), it's best to ask his sister, Lenny, about it. Although, Zayne realized that now instead of a quick resolution to this story, poor Lewis now has as many as two people breathing down his neck: the chaotic Farmer, and his older sister with her teasing.

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Some mumbling under the cut:

PS: I would like to add that I personally do not subscribe to the theory that Lewis is corrupt and he made the statue with money collected from residents as a tax. My personal theory is the recent gift from the Governor to Lewis for his 30 years being mayor and for making Pelican Town an important plase because of the lifted economy. Lewis knows full well that it is mostly Farmer's merit, but he was afraid to cross the Governor's authority and just... accepted this statue and put in his house. A strange, awkward and slightly tasteless gift that he doesn't want to show anyone (golden statue of himself, really?). While he was thinking about whether to melt it down into gold bars and use the money from the gold sales for the next festival, Farmer found the statue and put it in the main square because lol, hehehe, golden Lewis.

Is that a more plausible theory? Hell knows, but I like it better, that's what the headcanon is for. And yes, SVE at Grandpa's Farm has their own theory and even an event on this statue, but I'll stick with my version.

[nelissecrectplace]

void

ch3

Neteyam x reader

word count: 4k

tw: bodyshaming

language: ‘evi- child (affectionate)

summary: Adjusting to your life in the forest. The teasing cannot be escaped completely but slowly you are gaining more freedom and knowledge of your new home. At 13 your relationship with a certain na’vi began to spiral into something new.

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The years you have been living in the forest have been a gift from Eywa. Shortly after coming here you began training to become tsahík of the clan. Of course at your young age you did not know this and simply thought you were training to become a healer. Your lessons often times were private because of the years you had missed you had a lot of catching up to do. It had been two years before you were even aloud off of the mountain, your father prohibiting you from leaving the area afraid you would get hurt because of the mobility you lack because of your lower body. The story’s from the sully kids kept you entertained enough.

“Y/n you will not believe what happened today!” Busting through your tent door a 12 year old Lo’ak came stumbling to you as you organized the new herbs you were learning. Looking over to the na’vi you urged him to continue as you finished up your task.

“Spider started painting himself blue!”

Rolling out of his squat position the boy fell onto his back as he started to laugh his ass off. You giggled at his grand display as you tried to picture the image in your head. They had described the sky people to you but they lived in a camp on the ground so you had never seen one. It was hard to imagine such a strange creature.

Lo’ak and tuk were usually the ones telling you crazy stories every afternoon, they seemed to always find you not matter where you were. Kiri always brought gifts and she would teach you the omatikaya way of weaving in the free time you shared while you would share your metkayina weaving skills with her putting the seashells you brung to use. Although you moved away your father still taught you certain things like weaving, and hairstyles of your old clan. He would not admit that he simply had no idea how to do omaticaya woman hairstyles. It did not bother you because where he lacked the woman who fancied him would always lend a helping hand to you if you asked them to do your hair. Having a high rank warrior as a father came with perks.

You spent most of your free time with kiri basking in nature and exploring the mountains. You began to grow as time passed and a new skirt was weaved for you but this time it was if omaticaya fabric. After two years of being best friends with kiri you finally took off your skirt showing her your lower half. Of course she was consumed with joy as she examined your foreign features and complimented them non stop. She finally understood why you were so much faster than her in the lakes you would swim in. You did not share your secret with anyone else kiri was the only na’vi besides your father who knew about your strange shape. This strengthened your bond and put a seal on your friendship.

Neteyam was usually busy but he always made time for you. Eventually you gave in to his pleading and taught him sign language in return he helped you conquer your fear of heights and now you traveled through the mountains with ease.

“Woah, water girl is getting fast on the vines.” His voice whisked away swiftly as he took long strides to past you.

“You wont be laughing when I pass you in a couple years!” Yelling ahead you took carful but fast strides as you attempted to catch up to the boy. It was not easy as he was a head and a couple inches taller than you. Damn the boy for hitting his grow-pert before you. Rushing off the vines your broke into a sprint as your feet touched the soft grass, the forest na’vi in front of you turned around as he braced your body as it collided with him.

“Woah slow down there tiger.” Neteyam flashed you a smile as you looked up at him from his chest.

“One day your gonna break my nose doing that” Huffing you push yourself off the boys chest as you make your way to your spot. You hoped he would not see the way your ears turned purple as you walked away. You heard fast steps as the boy jogged to catch up to you.

“What are you teaching me today?”

“We’ll see what you remember.” You teased as you sat down on a big moss covered rock. Neteyam sat in front of you as you guys began to converse in sign language. Although both of you had never said anything it was an unspoken rule that this was your spot. It was far in the first mountain he had even taken you too, this is where the big mossy rock sat. There was always beautiful rays of sunlight shinning perfectly through the trees and the the plants surrounded it so when eclipse hit it would light up your surrounding in the most beautiful ways. Your favorite part though was the tiny pond that was to the left of the rock. It was not big enough to swim in but perfect to cool off on a hot day in the forest.

The third year you were here nothing changed much your relationships stayed strong. You had figured out that the other kids would talk about you but they never said it to your face because you always hung out with the sullys. They did not want to risk getting on the bad side of their future leaders. Whenever you father would go out on hunting trips you practically lived with the sullys, and once neteyam tamed his Ikran your father finally let you go down to the ground. The boy was happy to fly with you, and you were excited to finally meet this Spider boy they talked about.

The first time you saw the blond human your mouth hanged slack as you looked at the tiny thing. You were even more shocked to find out he was older than you! The lab did a number on how your views as you were introduced to many of the humans the sullys talked about every day, you felt as if you were on another planet.

“Woah kiri this is your mom?” Looking at the girl in amazement you looked into the weird bubble that held a floating na’vi that they called an ‘avatars’.

“Yep! They do not know how I was made but here I am.” The girl almost seemed sorrowful as she made this statement.

“I believe that Eywa herself gave your mother a gift as a parting.”

Kiri swatted shyly at your comment. “You are too much y/n”

You only beamed at the girl. Kiri had changed in these few years you guessed she had matured. You knew she felt different, and you felt the same, so you always got along. Though her outgoing personality had dulled she was still the Kiri you knew.

“So who do you think knocked her up, i’m pretty sure it was norm.” ruining the sweet moment lo’ak comments turned both of your heads.

“Bro, he’s like in every shot!” Laughing spider pointed to the device you learned was a computer. The boys continued to tease as kiri denied their rude comments.

“I would kill my self, I would drink acid!” Kiri said as she looked as the boys with an unamused looked.

sighing you pulled her away from the boys. “Let them be let’s go explore more of the lab!”

Nodding she sent one last stank eye to the boys as you both sauntered off.

“I think spider likes you” informing kiri in a singsong tone you tell her your observation.

“As if, your too young to know.” Pushing you playfully you both giggle as you explore more parts of the lab.

Neteyam did not have interest in the lab and everyday you would go down he would simply drop you off and pick you up. Like your father Neteyam was strict on his rules and would never let you wander into the forest. He would only bend them a little and occasionally let you walk a mile in. Of course when he was not there the 2 siblings and spider would take you deep but not too deep as you had not had training or knowledge of traveling through the trees.

Your father was not please with your interest in the sky people but did not limit you, hoping you would satisfy your curiosity and forget about them. You were glad he let you have that much freedom, but he still would not allow you to train to become a warrior so you could have your own ikran. Kiri and Lo’ak had tamed their own and ever since then you have wanted to take part in the training as well. You were a skilled healer but you felt left out of the fun stuff, you were only aloud deep in the forest with the other healers when you were gathering herbs and most of the time you could not go because you lacked an Ikran to take you to the locations. It was insufferable but your fathers ruled were rock solid.

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On the date that marked your 13th year the clan held a celebration, of course it was not for you ,na’vi did not celebrate birthdays, but it was the day Neteyam passed his Iknimaya. He was the first na’vi in the clan to pass his trials so early and this celebration made his time away from your worth it.

“‘Evi are you ready. The celebration starts soon.” entering your pod your father rushed you to prepare yourself.

“Can you help me with this braid?” Hands tied in your hair you motions to the other side. Your father was quick to get to work helping you finish the braid on the top of your head. They were a couple medium sized braids helping keep your hair out of your face as you let the curls in the back flow down to your waist.

“I am glad you have your natural hair out” Admiring you your father fluffs your curl and you couldn’t help but giggle. You shuffle to your corner of the room as you shut the makeshift curtain that covered your corner of your home. You admired the matching set of black loincloths you wore as you wiggled your, now brown, skirt over your frame hiding your thick tail. You adored the top with the feathers your father had assigned you tonight as the black contrasted nicely with the beautiful colors of brown and white. You put them on over your shoulders as the black cloth covered half of you and the feathers necklace covered the other top of your half.

“How do I look?” Twirling for your father you gave him the full 360 of your outfit.

“You are beautiful ‘evi, now let’s go, tonight is an important night for you too.” Taking your hand father rushed guided you out of the pod. Confused You analyzed your fathers words, how is this night important for me? It’s literally all about Neteyam.

Soon you reached the sight of the festivities and you couldn’t help but feel excitement as you saw all the na’vi dancing. You were quick to find Neteyam as your father sat next to Jake.

“Congratulations Neteyam!” You practically screamed as you walked over to the boy. He seemed fluster by your presence as he looked up at you with suprised eyes. You only laughed as you handed him a bracelet with a seashell weaved into it.

“I wanted to give you this as a gift, to honor your achievements.” Fluster the na’vi took your bracelet, he felt his face heat up and prayed to eywa it was too dark to see. Of course your peering eyes did not see as you studied the white paint smeared all over his body.

“oh my eywa you guys have matching feathers!” Tuk yelled as she approached. Looking down at the boy next to you dread settled in your stomach. You felt guilty as you looked down and started fidgeting.

“I am sorry, I did not know, I was not trying too-”

“Wow, that’s really rude trying to take attention away from him on his big day.” Suddenly an all too familiar voice cut you off. Your eyes immediately met her cold yellow ones. It was Kyna, a female warrior in training about a year older than you. She had never spoken to you until now but you knew she talked shit about you before, and her hateful eyes always seemed to find you in a crowd.

“That was not my intension I truly didn’t know!” cowering from her judgmental gaze you turned your eyes to the ground.

“Kyna, it is fine. It’s y/n’s 13th year anyway she deserves some of the spot light.”

Suddenly the hard spoken girls tone changed as she ignored your existence and began conversing with neteyam.

“Really nete? Well it’s not like much could take the spot light away from you” Giggling she sat down next to the boy as her tail traced up his arm. He only offered an awkward smile in response. The girl continue to talk but you could care less all you felt was this feeling in your gut that made you want to hiss at her in a rage. You did not understand why her touching neteyam made you feel this way.

“I’m going to dance.” Announcing your plan you began to get up but not before Kyna got her nasty comment in.

“maybe it’ll get you into shape with huge legs like that!”

Stomach twisting you made your way to the dance floor trying to keep composed. Of course it did not last long, you could not even dance for one song before you were forced to walk out of the main room. Tuk followed your movement with your eyes, she was not sure why you were sad but she knew it had something to do with the na’vi over there. So, she did what the only reasonable thing in her mind to do was. Skipping over she threw herself into Kynas lap and bit down into her leg.

“Neteyam!! Get your sister off me!! ow!” The girl screamed in pain as tuk’s jaws sunk into the meat of her thigh. The older na’vi only laughed as he quickly picked tuk up and usher her to their mother.

“Ah, you should get that checked out! I must go, I’m sure someone else can help you.” Flashing a kind smile the boy ran off. Not wanting to be around that girl for another second, his only objective was to check on you.

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Thoughts stormed through your mind as you made your way to the only safe place you could think of. Your legs took you across the thick vine as you rushed into the forest of the mountain. Tears stained your cheeks as you thought about the girls comment. It brought up memories of the reef kids, of your childhood. You knew the girls talked but having it said straight to your face hurt, what hurt even more was Neteyam did not disagree with the girl. Oh how stupid you were, you knew you had a crush on the boy but to think he was going to think any different than the other na’vis was crazy. Although they could not see your tail you were still a freak with your teal skin, green eyes, and legs that were slightly bigger.

As your mind cleared ended up by the mossy rock dipping your legs into the small pond. The area around you seemed to glow as you swayed your legs in the water that was full of glowing pearls. You let your thoughts run wild as tears dropped down your face, and eventually you could not think anything more. It was like time had stopped and you felt as if you were numb. You allowed your body to slip into the shallow part of the pond, it reached just above your waist soaking the tips of your hair.

“Hey.” The sudden voice knocked you out of your daze. Looking up slowly your eyes met yellow ones that looked almost concerned as they looked at you. You could tell the boy had been running as his chest heaved up as down as he gradually made his way towards you. No words left your mouth to respond as the boy sat next to you.

“Are you ok?” A hand reached out and took one of your curls twirling it around their fingers. You quickly snatched it back as you stood up out of the water. Your skirt clung to your body as you made your way to the Mossy rock, plopping down in front of it so you could use it as a back rest, you brought your knees up to your chest so the boy could not look at your legs. The skirt was long enough to cover you so he couldn’t see in as it stuck to your calf’s and pooled around your feet.

“y/n, please talk to me.” Pleading the boy followed you to the rock as he took his place next to you.

“I am fine.” The burn of his yellow eyes never left you even as you turned your head away from him. Warm hands gently grasped your chin as the boy turned your head.

“Do not lie to me.” Hot tears pooled in the corners of your eyes as he gazed at you with such a soft and caring look. Who does he think he is? Agreeing with her than chasing after you Eywa he was stupid!

“You did not defend me, you agreed with her, so stop playing with me if you think i’m that disgusting to look at! You do not care.” Tears escaped your eyes as you looked into his yellow ones. His face seems to soften as he brung your body into his. You tried to push away but the boy outrivaled you in strength as he held you close.

“I did not agree, but I also did not say anything. I did not know her comment would make feel like this, please do not cry.” You stopped trying to pull away as the boy talked into your ear. He took this as a moment to pull the rest of you onto him so that you were sitting between his legs.

“I do not care what she thinks, in my opinion your body is perfect. More beautiful than all of the clan girls.” Lifting your chin up so he could see your face he smiled down as your eyes looked up to him. His thumb whipped the edge of your eyes clearing them of their tears. “It’s a waste of such beautiful eyes for them to be filled with tears, especially when i’m missing my own party to see them.”

You felt your face grow hot as you processed all his words. You felt stupid for overthinking as he complimented your appearance twisting your curls with his left hand. You could feel his body pressed up against your back as he hugged you close with his right arm.

“I am sorry for making you miss your party.” You spoke softly scared he would change his mind and get angry with you.

“I much rather be with you.” Resting his head on your head he closed his eyes as he relaxed with you in his arms. He was trying to keep himself composed but knew that if it was day the purple hue of his ears would be obvious. He did not want this moment to end as he hugged placed both hands around your waist bringing you in as if you would disappear if he let go.

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The sound of animals around u was the first think you heard as you regained consciousness. Slowly your senses awakened as you peeled your eyes open. Sitting up you felt something fall onto your lower body, looking down there was a dark blue hand draped over your leg’s. The memories of last night came flooding into you brain as you felt your body heat up at the memories. You fell asleep in each-others arms last night! Covering your face you suppressed a scream as you recalled the events. You were a teenage girl after all of course you were going to freak out about cuddling with your crush.

“mmm, eclipse has passed already.” A raspy voice graced your ears as the boy next to you stirred sitting up as well. Your sea green eyes scanned him as he sat up, you could not tear your eyes away from the way his torsos extended as he stretched.

“We should head back, our parents are going to be pissed.” Bringing himself to his feet the boy offered you a hand. Slowly you placed your hand into his as his larger one engulfed yours. The urge to talk about last night consumed your mind but as you looked into his piercing eyes you could not seem to get the words you wanted out. Had it meant nothing to him? He did not seemed fazed in the slightest at the display of affection he gave last night. Not having the courage to pry you let him pull you up as you trailed behind him, making your way to Highcamp. No words were spoken as the whole way. Sadness consumed you as your brain has come up with the conclusion that he regretted it, he simply was trying to cheer you up. You only felt shame and embarrassment on the long walk to high camp, he had successfully led you on.

On the other hand Neteyam was barley keeping his composure. He was shocked at his bold display, hell be even fell asleep with you pressed against him. He thought he could keep his cool but was wrong, the moment your sea green eyes met his he felt his stomach do flips. The boy swore that anymore contact with you would make him combust. He did not even notice the tension too busy freaking out about last night. He knew he was suppose to be promised to someone but he couldn’t help but fall in love with your shy but playful persona.

The sound of a horn signaled your arrival and while neteyam felt sad knowing he would soon be torn away from you, but you felt relief wanting nothing more than to leave the boy you thought was toying with you. Your relief was quickly replaced with anxiety as an angry Jake and Antu came stomping towards the two of you.

“Boy are you crazy?! Ditching the most important part of the celebration than going MIA for the night?”

Jake grabbed Neteyams arms as his enraged eyes switched to you. “Your coming too.” Dread settled in your stomach as you followed the chief. You looked to your father who was behind you but only got a disappointed head shake in return.

The two of you were soon sat in the chiefs pod as he lectured the two of you, Neteyam got most of it and you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you watched the boys ears droop. Fighting the lump in your throat you finally forced a sentence out.

“It was my fault, He came to find me after I ran off” Once your words were spoken a deathly silence filled the room. Glancing to the side you saw Neteyam yellow eyes widen. Jake only sighed as he looked for Antu for help not wanting to scold a child that was not his. Your father peered at you with disappointed eyes as he processed your words.

“Now why on Eywas green planet would you run off after I told you how important that night was.” You could not look your father in the eyes as you peered down at your legs. You felt the lump in your throat break as you let tears fall from your eyes. All the feelings you felt from the night before came crashing back like a wave, all because of the memory of Kynas one comment.

Antus eyes softened as he heard your crys but before he could reach you another pair of arms was already around your figure. Neteyams yellow eyes burned with slight rage as he looked at the men that had brought you to tears.

“Kyna was targeting her last night, I guess it brought some stuff from here time on the reef.”

At the boys words both men shared a soft look almost as if agreeing to let this slide. The men waited for you to gain your composure as Neteyam ran his hand down your back calming your sniffles.

“We will find another way to announce the news to the clan than.” Sighing jake rubbed his face with his hand as he processed his thoughts.

“what news?” Softly the words left your tired vocal cords as you peered at the men who seemed to be brainstorming.

“You and neteyam are to be mated.” Father stated it as if this was common knowledge and you couldn’t help but open your mouth slightly in shock. The Na’vi next you shared a similar look as his eyes search your green ones.

“But we do not see eachother.” You stated what you thought was a fact trying to save the boy from being trapped in a relationship with a freak like you. Neteyam on the other hand was hurt by your statement as he scanned your tiny body trying to figure out where he miss read your signs.

“You will one day ‘Evi, now you kids go to your lessons, you’ve caused enough trouble today.” Suddenly turning stern your father ordered the two of you out. Quickly you scrambled to your feet and obeyed as Neteyam dragged himself behind you.

“Are you ok? Your father was awfully hard on you.” You shot the boy a concerned look as you turned to face him.

“Why do you care? You do not see me.” Poison dripped from the boys words as he pushed himself past you. You felt hurt by the exchange as you watched the boy stomp off. He really was upset about last night….

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Cheriville Love Ask Game Hogstyle

@cervicrazed and @fvriva here you go you wanton hogs. I am doing Cherise and Neville together, because by doing one I would have had to do the other eventually anyway

How does your character view the idea of romantic love?

Cherise is enamored with the idea of love and has been ever since she was a child, when she had a dream of a beautiful boy dressed in blue waiting for her under a streetlamp. She wants a storybook romance and a lavish wedding. She sees love as an incredible and wonderful thing, but rare and to be treasured.

Neville sees love as a vulnerability that people can exploit you with and is very careful about sharing his heart with anyone and at the beginning of the story would really prefer not to.

2. What was your character's first heartbreak, and how did it influence their approach to relationships?

Cherise has never had her heart broken. Perhaps she will experience heartbreak of a kind later on but her and Neville are endgame so whatever hurts their relationship causes will heal. On a lighter note in earlier versions of the story she dated Gabriel Foxblade before Neville, a super chuuni edgelord type of guy. She had thought he was her type (dark hair, sword fellow) but unfortunately he turned out to be a lame conversation partner. this did not disillusion her on seeking out love though, it just made her think that perhaps not everyone is destined to find it, and that she definitely should not go on dates with the first handsome swordsman she meets on the street

Neville's heart was broken in his first relationship the previous semester, with Mindy, who was very needy and manipulative, using her vampire mesmerism on him to the point that he gained immunity. It really made him wary of meeting new people, particularly women and girls and vampires,

3. Does your character believe in soulmates, and why or why not?

Cherise absolutely does, mainly because they exist in all her favorite courtly romances. the fact that many of them end in tragedy doesn't matter.

Neville doesn't because soulmates and prophecies contradict the theological concept of free will. unfortunately he has a prophecy about his soul mate

4. What traits does your character find most attractive in others?

Cherise, Physically, she likes people taller than her (easy to accomplish), dark curly hair, big hands and physical strength. Aside from that she loves people who match her idealized image of chivalry, as well as emotional intelligence and knowing many skills

Neville likes long, well maintained hair, colored eyes, beauty marks. Non-physical traits include intelligence, shared interests, and after Mindy, the ability to make him feel at ease. as a bonus he realizes that he's attracted to people that make him laugh after meeting Cherise

5. What does your character fear most in a relationship?

Cherise is afraid of being let down, that she will invest a part of her soul into a relationship only for the other person to not do the same, or to turn out not to be who she thought they were.

Neville is afraid of Mindy's brand of one-sided dependence, and he is afraid in a more general sense that he might have to go through the same rigamarole of meeting someone, opening up to them, showing them his scars, and then it not working out and having to start all over again with someone else. best to just not

6. How does your character handle jealousy or insecurity in relationships?

Cherise thinks a bit of jealousy and insecurity is natural, especially at the beginning, a growing pain that you grow out of

Neville is very insecure generally. He doesn't particularly feel jealousy very often but he is wary of other people expressing it

7. What past relationship still impacts your character's current life?

None for Cherise unless I bring back the Gabriel date. As for Neville, I've already said

8. How does your character show love and affection?

Cherise is a quality time gal, but she also likes giving compliments.

Neville is a gifts kinda guy, particularly things he makes himself

9. What significant change has your character experienced in their understanding of love?

Cherise is going to learn that it's not all impassioned declarations and big romantic gestures.

Neville is going to learn that it's worth the risk of a broken heart

10. What sacrifices has your character made for love, and were they worth it?

The plan for the great Cheriville romance arc is that they're mainly just gonna be happy and together, drawing strength from each other during the course of the story, which I feel doesn't frequently happen in a lot of genre stories that have a romance plot. they always hinge it on the Will They/Won't They and I'm not about that. This is a long convoluted way of saying that, while I don't think making sacrifices for their relationship is off the table, I don't currently have plans for it to happen. It might and perhaps even will for some good drama but I've got no current plans.

11. How does your character's cultural or familial background influence their views on marriage and relationships?

Cherise is French, Catholic, and was raised in a castle by her family, all members of a knightly order that defends the mundane world from magical threats. So she is very big on the passion and the big romantic gestures but also on the concept of getting married and having kids

Neville is American, Jewish, of mixed heritage and was raised by a family that, despite being part of the magical community, are also big on living in the mundane world. He has a more modern view of things and a cynical view of the dating game.

Both of them have parents that are happily married, but while Cherise sees it as aspirational, Neville is worried that he'll never find something like that. Additionally his paternal grandparents had their own epic love story and it's hard to live up to that.

12. Does your character have a relationship that everyone else misunderstands?

There will be a period of time after Cherise and Neville confess their love that they will be doing the long distance thing. People who know Neville but have not met Cherise will assume that he is pretending to have a Canadian European girlfriend

13. How does your character handle rejection or unrequited love?

Cherise would be heartbroken if she were rejected because she would only go after someone that she is already hearing wedding bells over. But she does sort of romanticize pining over an unrequited love and has practiced laying about and sighing.

Neville would never be rejected because he simply would never make the first move. He assumes all love is unrequited until informed otherwise. So he'd just be sad about it. but regular

14. What lesson about love is your character still trying to learn?

Refer back to question 9

15. How has your character's professional life affected their romantic relationships?

they're both starting this little arc as teen students so it's not really a "career" they have going on. Neville definitely suffered academically after his breakup with Mindy, though it was toward the end of the semester so he was still mostly fine. Cherise has a revenge arc lined up after meeting Neville but she's not sprung enough to put it on hold for him (well, except in The Long Sunday where she was also stuck in San Francisco so it wasn't feasible).

[sirendeepity]

[ Nessian Week, day 5: Home ]

A/N: Another day, another "I don't really know if it fits the criteria, but here it is anyway". Pretty sure it was supposed to be a lot more heavier on the "emotional side" and very less literal, buuut it's been sitting in my drafts for ages, and I needed a valid enough excuse to publish it even tho I don't even have a second part ready (or any idea how it will end, because it could be a very easy, mostly Nessian thing, or it could drastically and dramatically change the course of everything and be as not Nessian centric as they come. So it's either peace of mind or complete annihilation. No in between. I personally love the drama, so there might be a big one coming for you.)

@nessianweek

W/C: 1.7k

T/W: the House is in danger, natural cataclysm, mention of possible injuries? (I don't know how to write trigger warnings without spoiling everything, just know that it's bad, or it's going to be)

“Please, spare my life, oh cruel, blood-thirsty warrior!”

Cassian huffed once more as Mor and Feyre’s mocking laughs followed him through the glass doors of the shop. A shop he’d just got out of with an extra-large sized teddy bear holding a “Hug Me!” sign between its chubby paws.

He tucked the furry thing under an arm as he kept the door open for the two ladies.

Ever the gentleman, Cassian, he thought to himself, wondering what would be Nesta’s reaction to the gift.

She’d laugh too.

Which was a very possible, almost certain scenario.

“Never, in a million years, I would have pegged my sister to be the helpless romantic,” Feyre said, catching up to him. Mor was still giggling a few steps behind.

“She’s not,” was Cassian’s reply. “Not in the way you think, anyway.”

That 4’9 feet tall plushie was not exactly a cheesy gift. It was a necessity. Well, it was a healthy mix of both.

Things were not great in Illyria, so Cassian often needed to fly there early in the morning only to come back home Gods knew when - if he managed to come back at all.

A few times now Cassian had come home from the camps in the middle of the night, tired to his very bones; all he wanted was to take a bath and snuggle in his bed, hug his wife close to his chest, and never, ever let her go again. That had been the plan, at least, until he’d opened the bedroom door and found his beautiful mate curled around a pillow. His pillow.

Cassian knew better than to ask Nesta straight-forward and expect her to answer with her heart bleeding and bare for him: she’d made huge steps, but it was a hard wall to knock down at once. Nesta Archeron was not built for vulnerability. But she was trying - doing her best, really - and that was all he cared about. All that mattered, really.

So he had waited for Nesta to open up about what was really going on - about her missing him, about her being so used to having him by her side every night that she’d felt the need to fill the empty space on the bed in a different way.

The first time he’d been welcomed by that view, Cassian was almost sure his heart had shrunk a size and slipped through his ribs, ending up somewhere around his ankles. He had felt the urge to wrap his arms and wings and every molecule of his being around Nesta and tell her not to worry anymore because he was finally home, home, home.

Yet, he had found himself unable to move, not trusting his knees to keep him standing if he even dared to take a step in her direction. So he’d stood by the door and took her in. How Nesta’s nose was buried so deep into the cushion he had wondered how the fuck does she breathe?; how her long hair, free of any braid and band, waved down in every possible direction, covering the silk bed sheets like a second blanket; how her hands were clawing the pillowcase in a white-knuckled grip, as if she was afraid it would go away, too.

As soon as blood came rushing back through his body and Cassian remembered how to function—basic coordination and all of that—, he’d walked toward their bed and woke her up. Nesta had opened her eyes, brows already furrowed as her sleepy gaze cleared and her focus snapped into place. As she realized it was not her mind playing with the darkness.

Cassian had kissed his mate ever so gently. He’d kissed her again and then kissed her once more, as he’d gotten rid of the dirty clothes he was wearing. What had come after was not as gentle—it had started as such, only to turn quickly into something else, something a little more—and neither of them had found sleep until sunrise.

That was the real reason behind the disgustingly big teddy bear.

Pity his High Lady and her Third were currently acting way too childish to learn the truth about it.

“Can we go back and buy another one for Amren? I bet it’s taller than her.”

Cassian turned to Mor, opening his mouth to suggest her next Solstice gift for their pocket-sized demon of a friend, but before a single word left his mouth, the ground underneath their feet shook violently. The plush bear was the first thing to fall as Cassian reached for the two females and shielded them both, his wings spread wide open above their heads. It was not long before silence fell again, the only noise being Feyre’s order to “tuck in that bat wings of yours”.

“It had been decades since we’d had an earthquake in Velaris. Are you all okay?” Mor’s voice was full of worry as she eyed her companions, checking for any kind of injury, hands ready to heal. Cassian knew she would find none on him: all his wounds were inside.

It had happened just a heartbeat later, stealing the air from his lungs and knocking him to the ground, every muscle tensed and ready for an enemy that wasn’t there. The panic and the fear build up to undiluted terror—to pain. And then nothing else.

Feyre was shaking him—or maybe it was Mor. Hard to tell, given that all he heard were distant murmurs, remnants of what should have been words. He couldn’t bring himself to get back on his feet, to take a deep, full breath, to remember where the fuck he was and what had just happened.

“Cassian, Gods damn it, look at me. Tell me what’s wr-”

It’s not me, he said. Not me, not me, not me.

No, he just thought it. Because the females in front of him were looking somewhere else.

The bubble popped as Cassian came to his senses—awareness rushing back along with a cacophony of sounds from all over Velaris.

Cassian gulped air down his lungs and jumped to his feet, turning his head in the same direction as everyone else’s standing in the streets.

It had not been an earthquake.

It had been the House. His House. Collapsed onto itself - dragging the Library, the whole fucking mountain, with it.

“Mother help us.”

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For a long moment, everything was quiet. Until it wasn’t anymore.

Her ears were ringing. A whistle, constantly playing the same plain note, high-pitched enough to cut through her brain. She couldn’t even think above the sharp, throbbing pain, like a hammer against her skull.

She opened her eyes—or tried to: everything was still dark, so dark Nesta wasn’t sure she did it in the first place.

The Library. I’m in the Library.

Right. Azriel had brought Emerie over and they had both joined Gwyn and the priestesses.

Emerie. Gwyn. The priestesses.

Nesta could have called out their name, could have just whispered them, could have said nothing at all.

She tried to move her arms, found them free of any injury or impediment, and proceeded on with the rest of her body. Just as Gwyn had once told her. Frankly, she’d just half-listened to her friend’s babbling, catching words here and there and nodding along in encouragement. There was a different sort of spark in her big teal eyes whenever that side of Gwyn took control, as if the spirit of a long-deceased scholar had just possessed her body and that was the only relief the poor soul could find after centuries of torments. That was a fun way to put it, anyway.

Neck, nothing.

Ribs, nothing.

Spine…

She wiggled her toes, only to realize she could not. A bookshelf had fallen on her.

Not a bookshelf, Nesta thought, just its books.

Something must have blocked it before it hit the ground.To prove her point, dozens of tomes of every size and texture were on her. Burying her alive. Life had a wicked sense of humor. Nesta moved them away ever so slowly, lest something was not quite right yet.

Once the way was clear, she tried again, just higher: bending her knees, she hold on to what felt like a crumbled piece of wall and pushed herself free from under the now empty bookshelf. The idea of running out of luck and being crushed underneath it did funny things to her stomach. To her self-control in general, given that she was already running low on it.

Spine, legs, feet: nothing.

Sitting up, Nesta started to cough at the cloud of dirt and dust and debris floating through the air. It was hard to breathe and there were one too many reasons why.

Nausea and dizziness hit her all at once, in a rush so strong she barely managed to turn her head to the side before throwing up, emptying her guts.

Nesta could almost hear Gwyn say in that tone as condescending as ever, “That’s called having a concussion.”

“Here I was, believing your skull was the hardest thing to crack open.” That would’ve been Emerie, of course. Never missing a beat.

She needed to find them, but first, she needed to make sure she wasn’t going to die in the process. A moment later, her hands were on her head, in her hair, feeling her scalp and looking for open wounds. She didn’t find any, and yet her fingers were warm, wet.

Mh, strange.

She retreated her hand, squinting as she tried to make out the slickness coating her fingers, to no avail. It was too dark.

Something brushed her thigh, making her startle. It was cold, the whisper of a touch.

And it was warning her. Nesta felt it before it happened, before another rumble shook the ground. It was an aftershock—the first of many.

Her head started floating above her shoulder and her limbs felt so inexplicably light. But Nesta’s existence as a feather was short-lived: she’d flown too high, she’d touched the sun. She was free-falling.

Her knees hit the ground first, the rest of her body soon followed, her marble bones too heavy for her to move, to breathe. Cold sweat pin pricked her skin, and Nesta prayed for luck to kiss her once more. She wasn’t known for her faith, though.

And then the ringing began.

I’m sorry, the phantom wind whispered against the shell of her ear. She could hear it clearly over the screaming and the shouting of that noise inside her head. It was a faint embrace, but Nesta reveled in its familiarity for as long as she could.

I tried.

[sleep-can-wait]

My Gift To You ~ College AU Part 3

Aru hated to admit it, but they were lost. She and Aiden stood in front of a dilapidated building, peering into the open doorway and eye-balling the spiders that were scuttling across the walls and floor.

Backtracking to how they got there, their friend group, who called themselves the Potatoes for no apparent reason other than 'Brynne said so', went to the annual carnival that was hosted every year in Atlanta.

It had everything from flash mobs to rides to junk food. Naturally, Aru dragged them all there, fighting tooth and nail to haul their stupid butts to the damn place. Aiden was the only one who easily agreed to come.

While walking parallel to thousands of stalls and treading the dirt-packed road, the couple had gotten distracted. Aiden started taking photos of everything and Aru stared in awe at the ginormous fuzzy panda that was hanging on a nail in one of the prize booths. When she snapped out of it, she realized everyone was gone.

She had quickly tugged on Aiden's elbow and told them their predicament.

"I'm afraid we have just been abandoned by our so-called 'friends'."

They both decided to wander around, trying to find the others in spots the Potatoes would most likely be at. But perhaps they had gotten carried away again, because moments later they halted at the door of the haunted house that was at the edge of where the festival was held.

Also, she and Aiden were holding hands again when she was fairly certain they weren't before.

And that is how they got up to this point. Aru looked thoughtfully at the house, then at Aiden. He saw it and tried to back away but couldn't because of the fact that they were still holding hands, and apparently, he didn't want to let go.

".... I'm afraid to ask, but what?" She grinned.

"I have an idea."

"Oh no." He groaned.

"You haven't even heard it!" Aru protested.

"Please, since when are your ideas good-?." She clamped her hand over his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.

"Just hear me out. What if we go through the haunted house and whoever screams first loses and has to give the winner a gift? It can be anything, as long as it's nice and the other will like it."

"But-"

"Chicken?"

"Never." Aiden huffed. "Alright let's do this. Prepare to lose, idiot."

Aru smirked. "You wish, nerd." They signed their names on the clipboard hanging near the entrance and entered the dark hall.

To say the least, it was really hard. Eerie music floated through the corridors, and there were six of them. At random intervals, realistic monsters would pop out.

The actors who were playing them stood awkwardly, however, when neither victim looked terrified, before walking away. Then they both would continue as if nothing happened, but that was a lie. Aiden was shaking slightly and Aru was gritting her teeth.

In the third part, things really started to get scary. They got chased by murderers, Bloody Mary, the government, you name it. The duo were just leaving the fifth hall when one of them finally screamed.

They had just escaped Pennywise and Aru was full-on shaking by then. She despised clowns with every inch of her body. Both of them were running at top speed, glancing back every two seconds to make sure they weren't being followed. Aiden was not looking too good, but was much better off than her.

Why couldn't he have the clown phobia? Aru thought grouchily, glaring at his stupid, beautiful face.

Pennywise was still a bit in the distance so both of them didn't expect it when a corpse hanging from a noose dropped down from the ceiling. Aru stuffed her fist into her mouth and bit down hard. But Aiden wasn't fast enough.

He screamed and jerked away, instantly falling down. Distantly Aru thought how unfair it was that his voice still sounded pretty even while shrieking at the top of his lungs.

Once the dead body was pulled back through the ceiling tile, Aru helped Aiden up. He sighed.

"I suppose you win."

"Yeah," She smirked at having another victory over him. "Let's finally get out of here."

Once again, they were standing in a daze outside of the haunted house, but this time they were facing the other way.

"Um, could you close your eyes?" Aiden looked a bit nervous, fidgeting with Shadowfax's strap. Aru gazed around and spotted a weeping willow with fairy lights dangling from each branch, deciding that was the perfect place to finally rest her legs.

She walked over and sat down, with her back pressed against the tree's trunk, before reciting something Hira had taught her.

"I think this tree is very appropriate, you know?" Aru grinned. "It means mourning and loss. And you are right now grieving over having lost to me!" Aiden's mouth twisted into what he tried to play off as a grimace, but was definitely a pout.

He quickly covered Aru's eyes with his palms, probably to hide his sulking. "No peaking, and I am not!." She laughed, but shrugged her shoulders in agreement, closing her eyes.

She heard the sound of his footsteps fade and waited in the leftover silence. She hadn't realized how lonely it was when he wasn't by her side, hand ready to hold hers.

To use up the time placed in her hands, Aru amused herself by blowing away the leaves that landed on her face and shaking out the ones that fell on her hair.

She also didn't notice how tired she was until her butt hit the ground and was tiring quickly. She had just started to doze off when she heard someone whisper her name.

"Shah?" Before Aru could jump up, firm hands held her steady on the ground. "It's me, don't open them yet." She crossed her arms but uncrossed them as Aiden entwined their hands together.

"What took you so long?" He went silent for a moment.

"Would you believe that I am terrible at aiming?"

"What-?" A warm hand cupped her cheek, dislodging a few leaves in her hair, his other softly squeezing their already clasped hands. Lips pressed against her own gently. The scent of clean laundry and cooking spices wrapped around her.

Aiden Acharya was kissing her.

It was only for a second, but it seemed much longer. Her eyes flew open as he pulled away.

"Was that-" He breathed out. "Was that okay?" Aru probably looked just as stunned as him but couldn't stop a smile nonetheless.

"Yeah. Yeah, it was great." They both hesitated, before connecting and pressing against each other again, Aiden going back to his original position.

Aru panicked, unsure what to do with her free hand this time, but instinct took over and she slipped it into his hair, tangling in his soft curls. They didn't break apart as fast this time.

After pulling away, they just sat under the willow tree together, not really saying anything. Their hands were still woven together and resting on Aiden's leg. Aru wasn't sure about him, but that was her first kiss.

Lame, she knew, but it was just that she had never really liked anyone romantically before and even questioned herself if she was aro-spec. That all changed when she met Aiden and suddenly she was a high schooler in love. And they had only started dating a couple of weeks ago.

After a few minutes of trying hard not to randomly smile out of nowhere, Aru nudged Aiden and broke the silence.

"What were you saying before? About the aim thing."

"Oh," He looked flustered. "I didn't want to take any chances with the kiss, so just in case you hated it or felt uncomfortable, I was going to use the prize I won at the Ring Toss booth to apologize or bribe you into forgetting it ever happened."

"Where is it now?"

Aiden went behind the tree and came out with a giant stuffed animal. The panda she had been eyeing before they got lost. Aru's eyes lit up and Aiden sighed.

"I'm guessing I won't be able to keep this then?"

"Nope!" She said cheerfully, before adding, "But we can share."

"I'll take what I can get."

"Next time, I'll win you a prize Wifey." Aiden scoffed.

"No way!"

"Who's gonna stop me?"

"Then I'll win you more prizes than you can win for me."

"Are you challenging me?"

"I don't know am I?"

"Are you?"

"Yes, and I believe I will absolutely leave you in the dust."

"You wish."

"Prepare to be overwhelmed with tons of stuffed animals, Shah."

"I'll overwhelm you first." Both of them jogged off, Aru gatekeeping the panda the entire time, and played as many games as they could before being found and dragged away by the rest of the Potatoes.

Bonus: Aiden finally won and shoved all his stuffed animals at Aru with a well-deserved smirk on his face. Aru did the same but was still kinda grumpy about losing.

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I'm sleep-deprived, but here is this! Tell me what you guys thought of the kiss and I always accept constructive criticism :) My next oneshot will be on Mindy but I have no idea what to do so I'm begging you guys to please give me suggestions for them.

Hope you enjoyed! Going to sleep now.

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Doctor Who The Star Beast Review

I liked the first doctor who special. I loved seeing the Noble Family, I ADORED the Meep and the new gorgeous Tardis. The aliens felt like drwho aliens without having horrible CGI (yes I love it too but let's be real). I looooved all the references: the Temple Noble line, the mentioning of Nerys, the wig moment as an homage to classic who, the fact that Donna's daughter chose the name Rose, all her plushies of the drwho aliens and so on. David and Catherine's chemistry is unreal, they are their characters it's insane...they have always been my favourite duo and having them back is a gift and it makes me so emotional so I don't feel like complaining at ALL...but there are still some things I didn't love.

I liked that the trans storyline is a big part of this episode but personally I appreciate it more when certain topics are explained in a more natural way but then again, there are people who don't get it and the show is now on disney plus so I guess they handled certain topics it in a way that could resonate to a larger target audience. I loved that the fact that she is trans is not the first thing we learn about Rose, we find out in a very normal way and I liked the pronoun conversation because it felt very real, what I didn't really like was the binary/non binary parallel of donna's line, it didn't really work for me it felt a little strange.

What I didn't like at all was the "a male presenting time lord could never understand" line because no...I will do a separate post about it because the problem is not the intention behind Donna and Rose's actions...it's the line...that line is an absolute no.

That being said DrWho is back and I am curious to see what will happen next. I am not too afraid of the idea of a new era, I'm happy that now that it's on disney more people will know about it and love it. When you change platform it is expected to have some changes and to be honest who cares, it's great that doctor who wants to be different for new fans and I am curious to see how it will move forward. Right now it feels nostalgic but it's when we'll say goodbye to David and Catherine that we'll actually see how this new direction is affecting the show. For now I'm really excited about the other specials, I can't wait to sob when I'll see Wilf.