#im baaaaaaaack

[gibbouschild]

A Pickles for @nightklok !!!

Featuring Black Pickles!

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[zoandreez]

can you meet me by the lake ? ☆.｡*‧₊˚

pairing: neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan x omaticayan!reader

summary: you were best friends with neteyam. you just wanted to see him, but his future olo'eyktan duties seem to interfere everytime you wish to.

word count: 855

warnings: angst? fluff resolve, reader has a name because who i look like calling you "why slash en"

a/n: apologies for my absence but unless you wanna do my trig and ap euro homework for me id rather you just wait

The memory of meeting Neteyam would forever be etched in yor mind. Back then, you were just young children. On this day, or at least the time you two met, your objective was to collect rocks for your songcord after your latest triumph: using your father's bow and arrow to hunt your first fish. So there you were in the forest, picking up rocks as you went along.

The forest hummed with life around you, as you scoured the ground around a lake for clear purple stones. It was in the middle of you turning around to examine a reflection that caught your eye when you collided into a little boy. Your newfound treasures fell to the floor, the two of you quickly dropping to retrieve them.

"Sorry!" The boy said, bubbling enthusiasm escaping from his voice. He was normally this excited, as you saw him one time with his mother, with the same infectious smile he had on his face right now.

His excitement quickly turned to curiosity as he noticed a clear rock on the floor you were reaching for. He quickly turned his attention to you, eyes filled with wonder. "Hey, where'd you get these from? They look so cool!" His admired eyes made you smile shyly, before you turned to the nearby lake.

"There's a small cave right beneath the waterfall. The water cleans the rocks and makes them look clear." Following your gaze, the boy spotted the delicate cascade of water descending from above. He quickly grabbed your hand, and tugged you along.

"Show me!"

The two of you spent the rest of the day carefully cradeling each rock, like its own jewel, inside the bioluminescence-filled cave. It lightly shimmered off the reflection of the sun as the two of you collected rocks to your hearts desire, falling asleep together. When you woke up, Neteyam was gone, but in his place sat a beautiful blue rock.

Even if you grew older, and life's responsibilites cast their shadows, this one day showed the two of you that you'd be best friends forever, and nothing will get in the way of that.

That's what you thought, at least.

You spent the day at the lakeside, a place that had become almost ritualistic in its significance. It had been a familiar route since your childhood, following the same trees past the same leaves, and meeting the same boy everyday. At fifteen, both you and Neteyam had grown considerably, trying to balance adolensence and responsibility.

Eventually, the process became the same, except most of the time, that "same boy" wasn't there.

Neteyam had three siblings. He took responsibility for every one of them, a "third parent," even. However, this often pulled him away, and your encounters became infrequent. It was almost as if life demanded you two apart, whether it was the call of duty to the Sky People war, or the need to watch Lo'ak due to his impulsive behaviors.

The sun taunted you, sitting right above you with warmth over the lake, turning the familiar mist into glistening droplets. It was enough to lightly heat the lake's usual icy bite, savoring the setting without somewhat freezing. Time had stretched longer than usual, as you held out hope for your best friend to make it. A promise he had made to you kept you lingering. Your emotions were not tinged with anger towards Neteyam; rather, a subdued disappointment hung in the air, a consequence of the inconvenience his tardiness had caused.

Eventually, you surrendered to your cracked heart, rising from the rock you were perched on. It was then that your gaze met his—the wide, yellow eyes that held both familiarity and apology. Neteyam's voice broke the silence, carrying a note of regret that underlined his words.

"Sai'tara," he addressed you, his voice evident with disappoiment. You could tell he scolded himself for allowing time to slip through his fingers, and his eyebrows furrowed with hurt when he saw your belongings clutched in your hand, a sign of your preperation to leave.

"Hey 'teyam," you muttered in response, your enthusiasm muted. His tardiness had cast a shadow over your usual excitement. Strangely, his presence seemed to amplify your frustration rather than soothe it. You noted the exhaustion etched into his features—the half-lidded eyes, the sunken bags beneath them, and a posture that bore the weight of something more than just his physical being.

The air was heavy with unspoken words, a silence that held the unaddressed tension between you two. "Listen, I'm sorry I'm late," he began, his voice tinged with a plea for understanding. "You know how it is, with Lo'ak being an idiot all the time—"

"Yeah yeah," you interjected. You didn't necesarily have time for him and his late antics. You completely understood his responsibilities, but they just didn't intertwine with your desires. It wasn't resentment that colled your emotions, but longing to just see your best friend.

His lips parted, ready to speak, but closed them once again. He walked up to you, saying nothing. He wrapped his arms around your waist before he melted into you. You shouldn't be accepting his embrace, your mind still distant from the idea of hanging out with Neteyam after it had been so long. But, for some reason..

Your arms slowly wrapped around him.

The remainder of the day flowed like a river of shared moments, laughter, and conversation. Neteyam's voice filled the air with his complaints about Lo'ak's antics, his exasperation giving way to your laughter. In turn, you poured out your own frustrations, venting about your sisters' tumultuous love lives, finding amusement in the way Neteyam's eyebrows would shoot up in response to your tales.

The small cave, the same one where your friendship had ignited all those years ago, bore witness to your conversations that traversed time and seamlessly picked up where they had left off.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting shadows that danced across the cave's walls, the weight of the day's interactions finally caught up with you. The familiar fatigue tugged at your eyelids, and you found your head nestling against his shoulder. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, the rhythm of his breath, provided an unexpected sense of comfort. In that cocoon of shared memories and newfound closeness, you succumbed to the embrace of sleep.

When your eyes fluttered open, it was to an empty space next to you. Neteyam was nowhere to be seen, his warmth and presence replaced by an echoing hollowness.

But then your gaze fell upon it—the necklace. Not just any necklace, but one that mirrored his own. The delicate beads held a pattern identical to his, though in lighter hues, and a small, carefully shaped rock took its place at the center.

A beautiful blue rock.

[sunonwaxyleaves]

My Very Dear Lord,

Jegulus | Fic WC: 32.1k | Chapter 4/7 | Explicit

He's getting under Regulus's skin, and James knows that Regulus is not a man who cares enough about others to let such a thing occur. However, over the span of time Regulus has been in his life, James knows that a reaction such as this one can only be caused by someone whose opinion matters to him. He's experienced it plenty of times when Sirius comes up in conversation, and he's noticed it more and more when it's just the two of them. It's a way for Regulus to be vulnerable without blatantly stating it. Just like James is vulnerable through his art, Regulus is vulnerable through the ways in which he shows his walls are beginning to come down. James wouldn't be able to get under Regulus's skin like he is right now, like he's getting so good at doing, if an indestructible wall that's been impenetrable for twenty years was in the way. Irritating Regulus feels like hope. James wonders how far he can take it.

[suledins]

EVAN BUCKLEY | 06.10 “In A Flash”

[musingmycelium]

[dull-c]

[buriedwisteria]

*stumbles into the room very disheveled and holding a handful of paper, fresh from the grips of seasonal depression still depressed but ready and able to write again*

new chapter!

[formless-entity]

who am i, if not him?

well, me of course

[bunny-priiince]

Such a good boy aren't you? Well since you asked so nicely bunny I'll use your pretty lil hole. You're already so wet for me and I have barely touched you. Such a whore for me aren't you? I'd bend you over and put my hand on your mouth, good little cocksleeves don't say anything. You're just my toy to use. I don't care if it's too big for you baby I know you can take it. I know you love the pain of stretching around my cock anyway. Do you deserve it bunny do you deserve to be bred? Maybe I'd be mean and pull out, make you beg for it when your brain is already gone💜

Pleasep lease I'm your little whore plesse I need it I need you don't pull out don't pull out breed me please

[dazais-guardian-angel]

BIG BSD WINS TODAY: the daughters x2 finally returned, Kenji and Tecchou friendship is real and true, ATSUSHI AND FYODOR FINALLY MET AFTER 118 FUCKING CHAPTERS, and most importantly of all, WE ARE INCEST FREE BABEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[answermywearyquery]

[thetypingpup]

i love it when it's kun hours bc i too often have him at the back of my head 🤧 please, i still can't forget the vampire costume he had for his radio show kn 2021... the satiny shirt, the painted-on scar... just everything abt the long black hair era, too... 🥺

fuuuuuuuuck vampire!kun is really fucking hot. even just envisioning him biting your neck, the way he'd murmur in a deep voice thick with arousal that he can't wait to see how good you taste, before grabbing your waist, pulling you close, and just biting right into the flesh. and fuck the way he'd moan as he sucks your blood, as the taste of you coats his tongue and floods his mouth. i can forsee him getting a bit messy, letting a few drops of blood slip from the corner of his lips and drip down your neck, maybe leaving your clothes wrinkled beyond repair as he grips you. he'd be sure to lick you clean, letting his tongue trace the crimson trails of your blood all slow and sensual. and fuck if his hair is long, imagine his hair falling on either side of his face and brushing against your neck, the slight tickling sensation mingling with the absolute euphoria of his aphrodisiac venom coursing through your veins and making you moan against him. and he gets turned on by hearing you moan and maybe bites you again, harder, letting out a hiss as his fangs sink into the side of your neck again. fuck i can imagine him getting so turned on he damn near devours you, getting even messier. imagine the smooth satin of his white shirt getting stained with blood, blood dripping down the sides of his mouth and along his chin. he'd grab onto you even tighter, pressing his hard cock right against your leg. as soon as he's had his fill of your blood, he plans on devouring you in other ways.

[leprosycock]

i miss jIud so much.

[mrblazeflappybird]

*steals your silly*

Nooooooooo not my sillyyyyyyyyyy

[what-the-rat]

Y’all wake me up when September ends

[sodamachiiines]

OK IM BACK AT IT REQUESTS STILL OPEN. I'VE GAINED MOTIVATION IM LOCKING IN