#its just that like 4 characters aren't mine

[theressomanyfandomsineedtojoin]

Doodle dump from the past few days.

This was a comic I tried to do with some characters. One is from an actual book (rangers apprentice, but its another thing of 'I daydreamed about it so much I forgot how he acts in canon' also in this au he's been kidnapped for like a gladiatorial arena and they have idk magic or smth and they experimented on ppl so now he and his new friends can turn into dragons (I'll figure out how later). This was just a comic of them crossing back into auralen (I also forgot how to spell it)

I also forgot a character so he's in the bonus. Haven't named them yet. The text sounds really choppy and cringey but I had fun drawing it so who cares ig

I was screwing around with an actual quill and ink. Cursive is hard enough but its way harder with thjs

More of the same. The top one I was liking until I smudged it >:[

Terrible quality colored version of the first girl from the comic. Does her appearance change all the time? Yeah. Oops. Her eyes are black bc I accidentally colored them in skin color (I'm practicing using my markers) so I made them black with the green iris. We're gonna say its bc she's about to transform.

I made this au but forgot I can't actually draw dragons. Or even ppl with dragon wings. So I haven't drawn them like that yet. I also haven't officially named any of them yet. But anyway. I can answer any questions if someone has any.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

part 6 of 🌧️welcome to hell🌧️

summary - demons lingered in the back of your mind, causing you to think you aren't good enough and it doesn't help that steve is ignoring you.

warning - bad thoughts, self-hate, mentions of cheating, angst, barely eating, emotionally drained, feeling like you aren't good enough.

the gif I use isn't mine, headers by me.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 7

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

What if you and Steve were meant to part ways, only so that you could find each other again. What if you were destined for each other? But instead of being together now, you both needed to grow separately, and soon the two of you would meet again in the coming years when you were both ready.

You didn’t know who you were anymore. You were no longer the person you were before you met Johnny, and you weren’t exactly who you were when you were with him. You felt stuck and horrible. You hadn’t gotten better after the divorce, not even when Steve entered your life. 

Somehow, you lit up his darkness and he silenced your mind. Around him, you felt as though you could finally breathe. But why couldn’t you relax?

Your eyes fluttered open as you woke from your slumber and you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a few weeks since you bumped into Steve and you wondered if you had done something wrong.

Steve helped you with your bags, placing them on your kitchen counter before he turned and looked around your place with a smile, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. “You have a nice place, it suits you.” God, why could you two stare at each other and feel so connected, but then so awkward when trying to find something to talk about. 

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to help me.” You gesture towards the bags before you begin to unpack them, hoping that the cold products haven't warmed too much. 

Steve waves you off. “I didn’t mind. Like I said, I wanted to help.” It felt so natural as he began to unpack the other bag, like this was your routine. The two of you moved so gracefully, like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into its spot as you moved around the kitchen, putting things away.

Once you finished, your eyes locked onto Steve’s as he leant against the counter. “W–Would you like something to drink? Or eat?” You watched his eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. 

“Water, please.” Did his voice get deeper? You felt like you could drop at any second with how he looked at you. You moved quickly, hands shaking slightly as you filled up a glass before handing it over to him. Steve grabs it gently from you, his fingers brushing against yours and sparks erupt at the touch, causing a soft gasp to escape you. “Thank you.” 

You watched him drink, how could such a normal thing look so hot and sinful when he did it? His eyes never left yours, but yours left his when he moved the glass away from his mouth. You watched his tongue flick out as he collected the water that glistened against his lips. This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. 

You blink and clear your throat, quickly moving away from him before you do something you may regret. Steve moves over to the sink, washing the glass for you before putting it away. Your mouth hangs open slightly, not even Johnny did that. You would always have to clean up after him. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stop comparing the two! 

But they look so alike… You can’t help but think. It was strange.

You shake your head from your thoughts as Steve touches your shoulder gently. “Are you okay?” 

You hum. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You felt like you were suffocating, like this was all a dream. If this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake from it. You let out a shuddering breath as you stare into Steve’s eyes, you could see concern swirling around. “I’m okay. I just got lost in my thoughts.”

Steve nods as if he understands, and the weirdest thing was that every thought seemed to disappear as his hand brushed against your hip. Neither of you could deny the pull, and it scared the hell out of you.

You barely knew Steve, and yet you felt so safe with him. You nearly cried as he pulled away, stepping back, his hand now falling to his side. His phone didn’t go off, but he pulled it out. “I have to go, my friend messaged me.” He gestured to his phone, and you felt your heart sink. Maybe it was inevitable, maybe deep down all men really were the same. Be it in friend, brother, father, or lover form. It was a curse that no woman could seem to break. “It was lovely to see you again, and if you ever need me. I’m right across from you.” He gave a smile so fake that you wanted to believe it to be real. And then he left, leaving you to stand there as your thoughts crashed into you. 

You blink tiredly from the memory. 

Maybe he got scared as well. Maybe he had his own demons, one in the form of an ex. Your chest tightened at the thought of him with someone else, and then you sighed.

He’s not yours, idiot. He never will be, so stop being so pathetic. 

You groan, your thoughts have become meaner lately. You slide out of bed and head over to your closet, scratching your head as you stare at your clothes. Your lip turns as you don’t like anything you see, maybe this would be a good time to have a day to yourself. Well, technically everyday now is to yourself because you left your husband after catching him fucking your best friend.

Your nose scrunches as the image of them fucking pops up into your head. They were your own demons that would possibly forever haunt you. 

You grab some jeans, a plain black shirt and underwear before heading into your bathroom. As you place your things down onto the bathroom counter, your eyes catch your reflection, and it was like death was staring back at you. It seemed the physical toll had slipped from your attention, you had thought you were doing okay aside from the nasty thoughts. Sure, you didn’t eat as often, but it wasn’t because you were starving yourself. You just hadn’t been as hungry, anytime you would go to eat, those two would pop up into your head and your appetite would disappear.

You stripped before slipping under the water. Now you understood why Steve would avoid you like the plague whenever you bumped into him in the hallway. 

You hated this stupid pull that you kept feeling, it was like a constant tugging. It kept trying to pull you in the direction of Steve, like somehow it knew he was close and craved him to be near you. You wished you could grab some scissors and cut the cord that was attaching you to him. Maybe then he could be free of you, free of the burden you seemed to carry. 

You shoved your head underwater, wanting these thoughts to disappear. Maybe taking you along with them. You stand under the shower for a bit longer before slowly getting out and drying yourself off. You don’t dare look in the mirror in fear of what you would see. You hurriedly dress yourself and walk out of the room, grabbing your shoes and bag.

As you exit your apartment, you are met with Steve leaving his. Your eyes widen for a split second before you quickly look down and walk away, not caring that you didn’t lock your door. You didn’t want to burden him with your presence. When you’ve made quite a distance between the two of you, you let out a deep sigh. 

Was this how it was going to be for you? Forever cursed from love and happiness?

You were going to be okay. You had to be.

Steve watched with a saddened look as you walked away. He knew he was being an arse, he didn’t mean to, really. It was just that anytime he was around you, or thinking about you, he would feel this intense feeling wash over him. Steve had felt those feelings the first time he bumped into you and then the second two years later. He was scared, scared that he may end up hurting you. Of course, he didn’t know he was already doing that. 

You walked through the doors of a local second-hand shop, a place you generally enjoyed shopping at. You head straight towards the clothing section, beginning to flick through. 

“Wanda! Did I tell you the news about Steve?” Without meaning to, your ears perk up at the name. You knew it could be a possibility that it was another Steve, but subconsciously you listened in. 

You had heard that voice before, though. You just didn’t know where from…

“No, what about him?” You pick out a few pieces of clothing as you listen in. 

“He finally found someone! He met her once before, but they ran into each other again!” A tug at your heart, even though the person might not be your Steve. “He constantly spoke about her even when he didn’t even know her, now that has doubled. You remember right?” 

The other woman hums. “Oh yeah, isn’t that why everyone teases him?” 

You round the corner, eyes widening a bit when you spot the woman talking. She was the same one from when you had bumped into Steve the first time. Your heart tugs like crazy because you knew this couldn’t be you, they were talking about. Steve had been ignoring you, so why would he talk about you to his friends? 

Natasha looks up as she’s about to reply and you immediately look down, pretending you are looking through the clothes in your arms. You don’t see her nudge the woman next to her, gesturing to you or the fact that they are now approaching until it’s too late.

“Hi. I know you.” You look up surprised. Natasha smiles teasingly. “You’re Steve’s girl!” 

You shake your head, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Uh no… I’m not his girl…” You stumble slightly. “I—I know him! But uh, we aren’t…” You gulp, this was painful.

The women smile. “Okay, you aren’t his girl now. But you will be!” Wanda replied, a giant grin on her face. “Oh, sorry! Hi, I’m Wanda!” 

“Y/n, and I don’t think so. Steve and I aren’t even friends.” You begin to chew on your bottom lip, needing someone to talk to about this, but you didn’t have any friends… You also didn’t know if you could trust having a friend again. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling dry. 

Natasha’s brows furrow, “Wait, don’t you guys live across from each other?” You nod, “And you don’t talk?” You shake your head.

“Dumbarse” She mutters under her breath, shaking her head. “I’m sorry about Steve. He’s made it sound like you guys were close.” Natasha facepalms. “I am so going to kick his arse when I see him.” 

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.” You try to fake a smile, but it feels like they can see through it. 

Wanda grins. “Why don’t you join us? We can forget about men and just shop!” 

You made it back to your apartment after spending the day with Wanda and Natasha, you hadn’t felt this happy in a while. As you hit the last step, your head lifts and your eyes connect with those beautiful blue ones. You feel your throat dry and your stomach twist. 

“Y/n…” You slowly move forward, berating yourself for allowing your heart to feel something for him. You were already so broken, why did you think anyone could love you. Your gaze flickers to the bouquet of flowers in his hands, noticing how they shake slightly. Maybe he had a date and wasn’t expecting you to show as he was leaving. 

You continue to walk, hoping to slide past him and into the safety of your home. Even though it felt so lonely inside. Steve reaches out, grasping your arm gently, causing you to stop and look at him. Neither of you can ignore the spark that lights from your touch. Unable to ignore the pull anymore, it felt as though time had stilled as you once again locked eyes. 

“I’m sorry… I’ve been an arse.” Steve frowns, all of the negative feelings he’s been feeling have finally come crashing down on him. 

You shake your head, giving another one of your fake smiles. “You don’t have to apologise, Steve. It’s not like we were friends or anything, you don’t need to be nice to me.”

His hold on you tightens slightly, Steve wonders who the hell hurt you to make you think that. He stares deeply into your eyes, hoping that you can see he’s telling the truth. “I do. Because I am sorry. You didn’t deserve me ignoring you, especially if you think it has anything to do with you. I was in the wrong, and I’d like to make it up to you if you allow me.”

Another choice for you to make. One where it could go incredibly well or one you would regret forever. 

You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to find a sliver of a lie. Your gaze moves down, and you look at the flowers. “I got these for you… I didn’t want to apologise empty–handed.” 

And like that, your demons quietened. “I’ve never received flowers before…” His love roared louder than your demons, silencing them. 

You looked back up at him and made your choice. 

The gravitational pull between you had become stronger, finally feeling like it was ready. It seemed the universe and all the galaxies had a talk and said,

“Yeah, It’s time.” 

thank you for reading!

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[kurokawaia]

❛ You're Mine ❜ - Master list

Yandere!Lan Wangji X Fem!Wen!Reader

REQUESTED? YES (filled request)

TW/CW; X Fem! Reader, she/her pronouns, obsessive behaviour, dubcon! noncon! frequent sex, breeding, size kink, slightly forced marriage, doggy, missionary, prone bone, jealousy, yandere behaviour, kidnapping, bondage, oral, creampie + more ╰┈➤ This anon has asked for this to be a reader insert only asking that the reader having long hair which goes past the waist (as its chinese tradition) and that she is smaller that Lan Wangji, everything else is up to you!

STORY INFORMATION; Follows the plot of MDZS briefly, contains brief events on the Xuanwu of slaughter and the sunshot campaign. This a a Yandere x reader, so if its not your cup of tea, SCROLL. All characters are 18 +

SYNOPSIS; Lan Wangji is obsessed with the reader after she helped him in the cloud recess and now, he doesn't want to let you go.

─── CHAPTER LIST - 6/6 ╰┈➤ total word count 16,000

╭ Chapter 1 - 4.1k+ words ╰┈➤ Back story on how LWJ and you met, the Wens burned down the Cloud Recesses and this is when you started to help the Gusu Lan Sect in the aftermath, just like your brother and sister (Wen Qing adn Wen Ning). But as you helped out, you were in a lot of secret meetings with LWJ. But this caused LWJ to fall more desperately obsessed with you than he already was. During the Xuanwu of slaughter, you get captured from the Lan's and Jiangs by your own clan members Wen Xu and Wen Chao because you were helping the 'enemy'.

| Chapter 2 - 2.8k+ words ╰┈➤ You get saved by Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji (individually). But Lan Wangji's obsession turns into love and to repay Jiang Cheng's kindness, you work as a spy for him to help during the massacre of the Lotus Pier event. Which causes Jiang Cheng to fall in love with you. The sunshot campaign was up and running, but it wasn't something you, a healer should be fighting for causing you to get injured. Lan Wangji saves you and brings you to Gusu to hide and recuperate, taking care of you.

| Chapter 3 - 2.3k+ words ╰┈➤ Jiang Cheng searches for you as you left the Jiangs so suddenly, so, Wangji gets the wrong idea, thinking you are lovers. This moment creates just the beginning of his yandere tendencies and his demeanour changes. An argument arises and he kisses you which then leaves you wondering why Lan Wangji is doing this, the HanGuang-Jun is kissing you with such anger. Then, this leads to non-consensual sex but Wangji makes sure to take care of you in the kindest way possible, calming you dow and after it leads to Dubconsensual sex now that you have realised your feelings for him

| Chapter 4 - 1.9k words ╰┈➤ The war has now passed and Lan Wangji is taking care of you and helping you search for your siblings. When you two found them, you requested to stay with them in Yiling, to leave Wangji. But this caused Lan Wangji's already yandere personality to rise to another level. He wants to bring her back to Gusu and marry her, but she doesn't want to, she wants to stay with Jiang Cheng, her siblings and doesn't want to follow the 3000 rules.

| Chapter 5 - 3.9k words ╰┈➤ This results in Wangji kidnapping her and hiding her secretly, visiting her to only have sex. He loves her of course, but he spends time with her, not only to have sex, but to be near her. This is the softest Lan Wangji will ever be towards you. You tried to run away from him, only because you felt suffocated hiding, Jiang Cheng tried to help but failed. The second attempt you made by yourself and that soft love you were getting changed, it was only rough, dominating sex. But he accidentally confesses and you did to, which changed the mood, it wasn't rough, but just intense.

| Chapter 6 - 900+ words ╰┈➤ Wangji is satisfied, now knowing that you aren't lovers with Jiang Cheng, that you're just a good friend. So now he has you all to himself, your his and no one else's. Then you two get married, it's just the two of you, his pretty wife. You two celebrate during the lantern festival together and send of a lantern, knowing that it's just the two of you forever.

[aces-personal-whore]

Doflamingo x Defiant!Reader Smut Ch. 1

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

Hello, friends! Welcome to my new Doffy fanfic! This story takes a bit of a different direction from my last fanfiction. Instead of being subordinate, you are resistant and defiant towards Doffy. Reader is AFAB. Second person POV for this story! Doflamingo is very assertive and holds true to his personality (the cocky asshole we all love). A lot of fanfics I've read don't really tap into his true personality and make him incredibly out of character or in an alternate universe type thing where he falls for the reader, so I'm here to write about Doffy and what he would realistically do in the situations I've put him in. Reader is assumed to be the same age as myself (26), but age is never mentioned.

☣️WARNINGS: NONCON/RAPE, NSFW, MDNI, smut, assault, sexual assault

Themes in this chapter: NONCON/RAPE, Aggressive domination, forced submission, forced creampie, breeding, inflation, mild BDSM, degradation

Notes: PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THERE IS NONCON/RAPE THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE FANFICTION. THIS FANFICTION IS VERY GRAPHIC AND MAY BE TRIGGERING, UPSETTING, OR DISTRESSING TO SOME READERS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

P.S. I'm sorry if I forgot to change any pronouns/names/etc. ;-; I did my best, okay.

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[Chapter 1]

You had a few errands to run today. You threw on your favourite dress, grabbed your bag, and headed out the door. Dressrosa was a very lovely place, and you enjoyed living there. Your mom brought you guys here a few years ago, and you moved out on your own only last year. You checked your list of things you needed to do for the day: get groceries, get pet food, and check out the new local game store. You began walking to the fresh produce stands in downtown Dressrosa when you felt something like a pinch on the back of your neck, like a mosquito had bit me or something. You brought your hand up to where you felt the pinch to swat away the mosquito, when your body suddenly started moving on its own. You began heading towards the flower hill where the palace is. You tried resisting your body's involuntary movements, panicking, but no matter how much you tried resisting, your body continued forwards towards the castle. "What the fuck is happening?! Why can't I control my body?!" You thought to yourself, your anxiety rising.

From the shadows, Doflamingo had been watching you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He had been watching you for a while, and decided you were the perfect victim. He headed back towards his castle, stringing you along. He stopped at the entrance of his palace overlooking the flower hill as you forcefully approached him.

"Fufufufu~ my, my aren't you just lovely?" Doflamingo flashed his signature smile with his devious laugh, turning around to face you.

You fight the parasite strings Doflamingo had embedded in you, attempting to run away. "What the fuck is going on?! What am I doing here?!" There was a lace of panic in your voice.

"Oh, don't be so jumpy, my dear. I simply find you irresistible, and I want to claim you as mine." Doflamingo casually stated as he watched you struggle.

"Your (h/c) hair, that shade of (e/c) in your eyes, the freckles decorating your skin [a/n: sorry if you don't have freckles ;-;], and that perfect body... You're the most attractive woman I've ever laid my eyes on."

He approached you, making sure to be close enough for you to feel his presence, but not so close that you could feel his breath on your face.

"I have this feeling that you'll make a delightful addition to my collection. So, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me." Doflamingo's smirk deepened, and he gave the strings a light tug, causing you to stumble a bit. "I'm just dying to see if my intuition was right... You're going to be my little project, my most precious and prized possession."

You scowled at Doflamingo as you're brought inside the palace against your will. "Project?! Possession?!"

"That's right, my dear. I can sense your resistance, and that only turns me on more. I want to see you squirm under my control." Doflamingo's grin never faltered as he continued to lead you into his palace. "Now, don't make this more difficult than it needs to be. You're already mine, and I shall have my way with you." He chuckled, throwing a glance back at you from time to time, making sure to bask in the sight of your struggle.

You struggled to keep up with Doflamingo and his impressive 10 foot tall stature. You had to practically run to keep up with him. "Like hell I would let you do that shit to me!"

"You're perfect for the role I have in mind, and I'll be sure to reward you for your cooperation." Doflamingo pulled the strings with more force, forcing you to move faster, showing no mercy in dragging you to your new home.

"I'm not doing shit. Fuck you," you spat at Doflamingo, slightly panting from the running.

"Oh, how delightful. You're such a lively specimen, and I can't wait to see what you're truly capable of. You'll be my pet, my little plaything, and I'll make sure to see every single inch of you. You'll come to enjoy it, I assure you. The humiliation, the pain, and the pleasure will all be yours. I'll break you down and build you back up into the perfect host for my offspring." Doflamingo's eyes gleamed with excitement, his voice dripping with malice and lust as he spoke. "And when that day comes, you'll thank me for choosing you."

Doflamingo's words metaphorically made you stop in your tracks, since you had no control over your body. You tried digging your heels in the ground to slow your movements down. Your face was filled with anger and disgust as he spoke. "What the fuck?!" He was treating you like a fucking object.

"Ah, such a feisty one. I'm going to enjoy breaking your spirit and making you mine." Doflamingo manipulated your parasite string, yanking you off your feet and continuing to walk with you dangling in the air. "I've made up my mind, and I'll have what I want. You'll be my precious little project, my own personal pleasure, and I'll mold you into the woman I desire." Doflamingo's smirk never faltered as he continued his stroll through the palace, dragging you behind him. "Your opinion on the matter is irrelevant."

You scoffed at his remarks and scowled at him as you're brought to his personal room, being drug through the air via his strings.

"Here we are, my dear. Your new home." Doflamingo stopped in front of a grand, ornate door, opening it to reveal a lavish room filled with all the luxuries one could imagine. "You'll be pampered, cherished, and cared for like a queen. Of course, I'll have to break you first, but that's just a small price to pay for such bliss, isn't it?"

He dragged you inside, the strings making sure you were right where he wanted you to be. Once you were in the center of the room, he released the strings, letting you fall to the ground with a thud. You stood up, adjusting your dress.

"Now, let's see how you can be shaped into my perfect little prize." Doflamingo's eyes gleamed, and he began to formulate his plans for your transformation. "As I said, I'll reward your cooperation, and I expect you to be a good girl for me. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

You crossed your arms across your chest, continuing to scowl at him. "Yeah, that's not going to happen," you said with slight annoyance and anger in your voice.

"You're going to make this so much fun." Doflamingo's lips curled into a wicked smile as he approached you, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam. "I'll break you, and I'll make you mine. You'll come to see that there's no escape. I am your new master, and you are my new pet. Now, don't make me regret this decision by being a naughty little thing. Cooperate, and I'll give you everything you could ever want."

He stood above you, his hand reaching down for your arm as he prepared to lead you to your first lesson in submission.

You smacked his arm away "Don't fucking touch me!" You glared at him. This only prompted him to be more aggressive with you.

"Ah, you're even more perfect than I imagined." Doflamingo's eyes roamed over your body as he deftly removed your clothes. He admired your body, his eyes lingering on your breasts, your curvy hips, and your round ass, before he finally let his hands explore your skin. "I can't wait to see how you'll look with my child growing inside you, bearing my legacy in the world." Doflamingo's voice had a lustful edge to it as he continued to undress you, leaving you completely exposed before him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as his hot breath sent shivers down your spine. "We're going to have so much fun."

"STOP... FUCKING... TOUCHING ME!!" you snapped at him, getting angrier by the second. Your anger and defiance continued to only add fuel to the fire.

"Oh, you little slut. You're mine, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you. You don't have a say in any of this, so you better get used to it." He pushed you against the wall, pinning you down with his body.

"Now, you listen to me, you miserable cunt. I'm going to turn you into the perfect little breeding bitch. You'll carry my children and worship the ground I walk on." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered in your ear. "And if you don't comply, I'll make you regret the day I took pity on you."

Doflamingo's hand traveled down your body, cupping your breast roughly as he squeezed it, and then moved lower, rubbing your clit. He then thrust a finger into your cunt, still teasing your clit, his other hand holding you in place against the wall. "Now, are we clear on this?" His voice was a dangerous mix of desire and threat, his finger continuing to tease you, the other hand gripping your arm tightly, leaving red marks as he held you.

You winced and panted at Doflamingo's sudden aggression. You looked into your reflection in his sunglasses, and what you saw was yourself glaring at him. "Doflamingo... fucking... STOP." You brought your leg and foot up, placing it on his arm as you attempted to push his hand away from your pussy, kicking at his arm.

"Oh, did you just defy me, you little bitch?" Doflamingo's grip tightened on your arm in response, causing you to yelp in pain. "Now, you listen to me. You don't get to make any decisions here. I decide what happens to you, and you will follow my orders. If you keep pushing me, I'll show you what happens to disobedient slaves." Doflamingo's breathing became heavier, and his touch more insistent, ignoring your attempts to push him away.

"Slave?! I'm not your fucking slave! Stop doing this to me!" Rage was building inside you as he continued to violate your body against your will.

"You're my property, my little breeding bitch. I'll do with you what I please, and you'll submit to my every whim." He continued to tease you, his other hand not letting up on your arm, disregarding your kicks. "You're mine, and I'll break you until you understand your place. You'll learn to love me, to crave my touch, and to worship the ground I walk on."

His grip on your arm left bruises as he maneuvered you to the bed, pushing you down before positioning himself between your legs. "Now, you'll listen to me, and you'll accept your fate as my property. You're mine, and you'll do as you're told." Doflamingo's voice was laced with a mix of desire and menace. "Now, are we clear on this?" His grip on your arm didn't loosen, and his finger returned to your pussy. "You're my breeding bitch now, and you'll serve me to the best of your ability. I will not accept anything less."

Your feet now pressed into his elbow dips in attempt to push him away from the assault he's doing to your body. "Eat shit! I'm not doing anything for you!" Your voice was seething with rage and anger now.

"You really are a stubborn one, aren't you?" Doflamingo let out a sigh. "Fine, if that's how it's going to be." He removed his finger from you, standing up, and then undoing the strings on his pink tiger striped pants. "I'll show you what it's like to be mine, whether you like it or not."

Doflamingo's cock was hard and ready as he moved forward, his eyes locked on yours as he guided it to your entrance. It was much, much bigger than any other cock you've seen "Brace yourself, my dear. This is only the beginning." He began to push inside you.

"GET OFF OF ME!!" Tears began forming in your eyes as you struggled against his advances, trying to push yourself away from him and to get him to not fuck you. "DO NOT PUT THAT INSIDE ME!!" You began panicking as his cock stretched your pussy impossibly wide, causing it to tear and bleed.

"Ah, so feisty. I like that." Doflamingo's grip moved your legs as he forced them apart, tying them down with his devil fruit strings. "You feel so tight, so good. I knew I made the right choice in picking you." He thrust deeper into you, a groan escaping his lips. "Your cunt is unlike any other I've had before. It's perfect." Doflamingo's voice was laced with lust as he began to move faster. "I'm going to fuck this perfect pussy as much as I want, whenever I want. Whether you like it or not."

You groaned in discomfort, tears falling down your cheeks. You panted heavily in exhaustion from struggling against Doflamingo's advances. There was no way you could break free from his strings. They were practically unbreakable.

"There's no use fighting it, my dear. You're mine, and there's no escaping me." Doflamingo's voice was calm and composed, despite the intense pleasure he was deriving from your body.

"Look at you, all flushed and panting. You might hate me now, but you'll soon learn to love this. Your body was made for mine. It's a match made in heaven." Doflamingo's thrusts became slower, more deliberate, as he savoured the feeling of your tightness around him. "Fuck, you feel so good, so perfect. I could fuck you for hours and never get enough." He reached down, his hand cupping your breast, his thumb brushing against your nipple.

Your body was overflowing with various emotions... You didn't know how to feel. Violated, angry, enraged, unheard... However, despite your anger and hatred, your body responded to his advances. Blood began flowing to your sex organs, involuntarily becoming aroused to accommodate the onslaught of Doflamingo's assault, providing lubrication to ease the pain, in addition to his precum coating your walls. Tears ran down your cheeks as he continued his assault.

"I can see how your body is reacting. It's begging for my seed, isn't it?" Doflamingo's voice was soft and seductive, his grip on your hips never faltering as he continued to toy with you. "Soon you'll be begging for more, to feel my seed inside you."

His thrusts became erratic, his pace growing more intense as he chased his own climax. Doflamingo's teeth were gritted, his eyes locked on yours as he continued to fuck you, the changes in your body only fueling his desire to make you submit to him completely.

"Ah, a new angle might help you reach that orgasm you're so desperately resisting." Doflamingo undid the strings around your legs and pulled out, before pushing you onto all fours, your face pressed into the mattress. He wrapped new strings around your shoulders, securing you in place as you remained face down, your ass in the air.

Doflamingo's thumbs spread your labia, admiring his prize. "Such a tight, wet little cunt. And it's all mine" Doflamingo's cock was eager to enter you again as he lined himself up with your entrance. He began to thrust into you from behind, his pace slow and deliberate, savouring the feeling of your tightness around him once more.

"You feel so good, so perfect. I'm going to fuck you until you submit to me completely." Doflamingo's voice was a mix of lust and dominance as he continued to take his pleasure from your body. His thrusts grew more intense, his grip moving to your hips, never faltering as he continued to fuck you, determined to make you submit to the pleasure he was giving you. "Give in, my dear. You know you want to."

"I refuse!" Doflamingo was really trying to take your orgasm by force. "I'll never give in to you!"

Doflamingo thrusted all the way inside you, holding his position there for a moment, his hands grabbing and groping your ass, eliciting a moan from him. "You feel so good, so perfect. I've never had a pussy this tight before." He began to slowly thrust in and out of you, his hands continuing to grope your ass. Doflamingo's voice was filled with lust and dominance as he continued to take his pleasure from your body, unwilling to let go of you until he made you submit to the pleasure he was giving you.

Doflamingo squeezed your legs and ass cheeks together, his moan echoing in the room as he felt how tight you were around him. "Oh, so fucking tight. I'm going to enjoy this." He pressed your lower body forward, forcing your back to arch, giving him even more access to your tightness.

As Doflamingo's thrusts became more intense, your breath was essentially being knocked out of you with each thrust. You gripped the sheets beneath you.

"I'm going to fuck your perfect cunt as much as I want, and I'm going to cum inside you every single time. It doesn't matter how you feel, what you say, or how you resist. You belong to me, and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with you." Doflamingo's voice was filled with dominance and lust as he continued to thrust into you, his pace growing more erratic as he neared his own climax. "Your purpose is to get fucked by me, to carry my lineage. And I'm going to make sure I cum inside you as much as possible to ensure you get pregnant."

"Fuck, I'm going to cum inside your perfect cunt, whether you like it or not!" Doflamingo's voice was filled with lust and dominance as he thrust as deep as he could, his glans lodged in your cervix.

"NO-!! STOP!! DOFLAMINGO STOP!" You fought with all of your might to get away and prevent him from cumming inside you.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? Like I'd let you escape my pleasure!" He gripped on your shoulders and he forced you back onto his cock. Doflamingo's body began to convulse as he came, his testicles drawing up and tightening, pulsing against your clit with each throb of his cock, pouring massive amounts of his semen into your uterus. You felt yourself fill with his seed, a visible swelling in your lower abdomen as he successfully mated with you.

"Oh, fuck, look at you swell with my seed. It's so goddamn hot." Doflamingo possessively wrapped his hands around your stomach, caressing it as he felt it continue to swell, further prolonging his orgasm, driving him to ejaculate even more inside you.

The sight that unfolded was of Doflamingo's thick cock buried deep inside your tight pussy. Your stomach swelled visibly with the amount of cum he had filled you with, the white fluid leaking out of the corners of your stretched lips, evidence of his claim on you.

His hands cradled your stomach, his fingers splayed over the growing mound as he continued to pump his seed into you, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he desperately tried to fill you with as much of his essence as possible.

"I love watching your stomach swell with my seed, knowing that it's going to grow my offspring. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget that." His voice was filled with lust, dominance, and possession as he continued to cum inside you, his grip on your body never faltering as he reveled in the sight of his seed claiming your body as his own.

You continued to grip the sheets beneath you to try and crawl away with the little amount of energy you had left, but the deed had been done. You couldn't escape Doflamingo's grasp or his onslaught of assault. Tears were flowing down your cheeks as reality continued to set in.

Doflamingo's grip on you remained firm as he dislodged his glans from your cervix. His hand traced patterns along your now swollen abdomen, using his devil fruit strings to seal your cervix, sealing his seed inside you, ensuring none would leak out.

"Don't worry, your body will take care of the rest. I've done my part, and now it's up to nature to do its work." Doflamingo's eyes met yours, his gaze filled with a mix of lust, dominance, and satisfaction as he continued to caress your swollen stomach, reveling in the fact that he had successfully mated with you and claimed your body as his own.

"You'll get used to it, and in time, you'll thank me for giving you the opportunity to host my offspring." His grip on you never faltered as he continued to take in the feeling of his seed swelling your stomach, his fingers gently splayed over the mound, as if he were cradling the most precious treasure in the world.

"For now, rest, my dear. You've been through a lot, and you'll need your strength for what's to come." Doflamingo's voice was soft, but there was no doubt about the dominance and ownership in his tone as he continued to revel in his conquest, his possession of you complete.

"You're mine now, whether you want it or not." Doflamingo's words echoed in your mind as he pulled out, removed his strings from your body, and put his clothes back on.

He left the room, leaving you alone, your mind reeling from what had just happened. The thought of being raped crossed your mind, and you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of violation.

You collapsed onto the bed, your body shaking with a mixture of emotions, from shock to grief. After regaining your strength, you got up, your movements slow and heavy, as if you were walking through molasses.

You approached the mirror, your hands automatically moving to your stomach as you took in your reflection. The swollen abdomen was a stark reminder of what had happened, and your face crumpled as you put your hands to your face, tears flowing unabated.

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your heart, and all you could do was cry, the tears a physical manifestation of the turmoil you felt inside. Doflamingo's claim on you was absolute, and for the first time in your life, you were completely at the mercy of another.

[thefallenangelsgang]

Fuck it, I'm throwing my hat on the ring about the Emil announcing Nate from Fallout 4 is the bystander Soldier in the Fallout 1 opener.

First and foremost, it was a stupid thing to say. As he backtracks to later, the conceit of Fallout's protags is they are supposed to be anyone (and that issue is precisely why some people hate the extensive prewar character background given to you in Fallout 4). For the lead writer to pull a JK Rowling (why would you do that? None of those went over well) is such a major marketing misstep that it wouldn't surprise me if Emil gets reprimanded for it before we even get into the implication of what he said.

Emil your voice is as good as God when it comes to the canon. You can't just say shit like that and expect it to go well. Especially considering the implications.

Speaking of the implications, I'm not mad about Nate being a war criminal. It's a coloring I actually would welcome if the games discussed concepts like Capitalism, Racism, and War in any meaningful way anymore. And if Emil also didn't say this.

Fallout's canon is rooted in reality. That is part of its whole thing. It's fun to do goofy shit like becoming the Silver Shroud and having a make believe superhero fight with the Mechanist or write a woman obsessed with Nuka Cola so much she traverses two games to basically kidnap the CEO's cryogenically preserved head so she can talk to him for all eternity, but the setting is very much rooted in reality.

You aren't dealing with fictional countries, you aren't dealing with fictional races, you aren't dealing with fictional hypotheticals. That is The Elder Scrolls job. You are dealing with actual countries, actual racism, actual history, and actual fucking politics. You have to be mindful of what you are doing and saying. You can't just do things because it's an interesting plot device without first thinking about the implications.

Fallout's world is a heightened version of our own, a path we seem to stumble towards with ever passing year unless we do something about it. It fucking sucks. I'm sure writing it feels like prophesizing the future and eats your soul a bit. It would mine. But that doesn't mean Fallout can just take a sharp left in terms of story and reality and get away with it.

To have Nate be the bystander Soldier and then meet him when he has a very good thing going for him (an expensive house during an inflation crisis, a robot butler, he gets into a vault for free for fucks sake) very much speaks to life rewarding him for his crimes. There is no hatred in his words when he looks at the flag of the country that made him kill innocents. His speech is speaks of remorse for leaving his family and the cycle of war, it does not speak of the horrors. Of watching you comrades bleed out in the Anchorage snow. Of the scream of shells overhead. Of the fear in civilians eyes as your buddy puts a bullet between them.

You all have to see how it looks like the man is fine with what he had to do during the war, right?

Not interacting with these concepts enough paints a picture of apathy and acceptance. In this day and age where being keeping the government honest and responsible for their actions is so important, that isn't going to slide without it being EXTREMELY purposeful, which it is not. It's tone deaf and lazy.

I respect a lot of what Emil has done in the past, but I am not above keeping him culpable when he has something so delicate in his hands. I hope this situation is what he needed to get his head on straight, or is the light bulb moment where he realizes he needs to pass the torch onwards. There is no shame in subject matter becoming too much as time goes on. There is shame in letting a previously critical series become the very thing it was criticizing.

He is going to keep getting dragged until he realizes that or he manages to convince the fans to be complicit in the degradation of setting. In doing so he is going to lose Bethesda most of its biggest fans who well and truly love the series and what it stands for.

But that's just my take, and I'm just a kid who studies polisci and history and can't shield myself from the inherent horror of nuclear war no matter how much I try.

War really never changes

[addictedwritingg]

Hate Means Love Ch.4

Jenna Ortega x Male Character.

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings: Cussing, angst, fighting, crying and that's about it, buckle in for this chapter folks!

Jenna's POV.

It's been 2 weeks since the first time Andre and I had sex, and we have been doing it every day, but the past week has been tricky since Devin and Trina are home from the little week get away and we haven't told them anything. Apart of me wishes I could get more from Andre then just constantly having sex. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing sex but to say I don't have feelings for this boy would be a lie, because I do. I've noticed he never kisses me when we are having sex, I've tried a few times, but he just moves his face from mine. My gut tells me he isn't looking for a relationship with me and just wants to have a friend with benefits situation, but a part of me wants more than that.

"Jenna, Girl get ready, the parties in an hour." Trina says tossing me my hair clip she borrowed. "Fuck." I mumble to myself and hurrying to my room to get ready because I completely forgot. I'm in my room in a bra and underwear digging in my closet trying to find something decent to wear when I hear my door shut and a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.

"Andre, not right now I'm not in the mood to be honest." I say turning around to look at him.

"What's wrong? did I do something?" He asks sitting on the edge of my bed.

I stood there for a moment, my mind racing a million miles a second, trying to think about what I should say, but instead my brain spits the words out for me.

"Why don't you kiss me?" I blurted out staring into his eyes that are giving out a shocked look.

He sat there looking at me for a moment before replying.

"Oh, I'm just not the kissing type of guy, its nothing against you Jen." He says with a faint smile, trying to reassure me.

I give him a smile, feeling a bit better about what he said, some people just aren't the kissing type of people, and I can understand that.

*Time skip*

Where at the party and it's been a blast so far, me and Trina have been taking shots back-to-back and goofing around playing beer pong, knowing damn well we are terrible. I toss the ball and miss, and Trina laughs out loud because we haven't made a single ball yet, As I'm laughing, I turn around and catch Andre over by the staircase kissing a girl I've never seen before. Instant anger and sadness fill me inside as tell Trina I'll be right back and make my way over to him. Without thinking, I tell the girl excuse me and step Infront of her. I shove Andre harshly and poke his chest. "Kissing's not really your fucking thing huh? You fucking asshole!" I yell as I continue shoving him up the stairs.

"Jenna, chill out, stop." He says grabbing my wrist and holding them so I can't push him anymore.

"Chill out? are you fucking serious, let the fuck go of me." I yank my wrist from his grip.

"You're not my girlfriend, you have no right to act like this, calm the fuck down, people are looking at us Jenna."

"Your right, I'm just your whore that you can come and fuck whenever you want, right? right, you piece of shit? don't ever fucking touch me or talk to me ever again!"

"You're not my whore, you're just someone I like having sex with, where adults, this is what adults do!" He yells back at me.

"Are you fucking serious? FUCK YOU!" I yell giving him one last good shove that knocks him against the stairs.

I walk out of the house hearing Andre calling my name from behind me, but I ignore it as I keep walking forward wanting to get home and lay in my bed. I hear a car pulling up next to me and hear Trina yelling my name telling me to get in the car which I do.

"How is Devin going to get home?" I ask shutting the car door, putting my seatbelt on.

"He's going to a girls house tonight, now are you going to tell me what the fuck I've missed the last 2 weeks with you and Andre?" She asks looking at me.

I try to hold my tears in, but it's no use. I start crying frantically because I'm so hurt from Andre.

"Andre and I have been hooking up, like every day the past 2 weeks, and It's gotten to the point where I have feelings for his stupid ass, so I asked him why he never kisses me and he Tell's me he just not a kissing person, which I get that, but then I catch him kissing some fucking girl and I just lost it." I say sobbing with tears streaming down my face.

"Okay that's a lot to unpack, you and Andre hooking up?! that is fucking wild." She says blowing everything else off

I give her a serious look with my sad eyes letting her know now is not the time.

"Fuck, sorry I had to get that off my chest."

Andre's POV.

"I didn't think she would get so upset dude, I thought we were just friends with benefits." I say to Devin as we are walking down the sidewalk about 20 minutes from home.

"Well now look at us, walking home and I was supposed to be going home with a girl, you're lucky your my friend." Devin jokes nudging my shoulder.

I let out a huge sigh and shove my hands in my pockets away from the cold night air. I can't help but feel bad inside for Jenna, but at the same time, we had no labels on us. I don't think I even want labels on us, I was just enjoying the sex with her, I didn't think she would get so attached.

"Bro, I'm walking with you for a reason, spit it out." Devin says snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'm not going to be able to sleep with her anymore, I don't want her liking me more than what she already does, I feel bad for her, I feel like an asshole." I say exhaling looking over at him.

"Can I be honest with you bro?" Devin says stopping in his tracks and looking at me. I give him a nod telling him to say what he needs to say.

"Friends with benefits never stays friends with benefits bro, no one is out here having sex with the same person for 2 weeks without it turning into more, I mean unless your immune to feelings, but even I know you're not like that, you don't have any feelings for her? I mean the slightest bit?" He asks in a serious tone.

I didn't know how to answer the question, so the rest of the walk was silent, as Jenna was eating me up inside, but I really feel like she overreacted way too much. She's not my girlfriend, and I'm not her boyfriend, we were just friends fucking, and that's it. Maybe I do have feelings for her, feeling so bad for her, and constantly thinking about her.

Another 10 minutes go by, and we finally make it home and the house is quiet. I look over at Trina who is sitting out the couch and she mouths "asshole" too me and I roll my eyes at her and make my way to Jenna's door. I stand in front of it for a few to think about what I need to say before opening the door. I slowly open the door to a dark room with just enough moonlight coming in to see Jenna curled up in the bed and sniffling coming from her. I shut the door behind me and walk over to her but before I can reach the bed Jenna says.

"Get out, I told you I never want to talk to you again Andre." her voice is raspy and low from all the crying she's been doing, and it makes me feel worse.

"Jenna please, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt this way, I really am sorry." She lays there not responding to what I said so I sit on the edge of her bed and look at her with a guilty look on my face.

"Please Jenna, at least talk to me, please." I place my hand on her leg, and she pushes my hand off her and uncovers her face from under her blanket, showing her stained face from her mascara and puffy eyes from endless crying.

"How Andre, how can you possibly fuck me for two weeks straight and not have any connection towards me, I mean you were legit spending most of your day, every day inside me, I mean fuck Andre." She says with even more tears streaming down her face.

"I don't know, honestly, I don't know how I can even answer that question, you're a beautiful girl, and I mean gorgeous. Attractive with everything you do and how you look, how you talk and when you laugh. But I'm not good for you, really. I grew up with a really rough life, I wasn't loved as a child, and now that I'm an adult, I don't know how to love others. I bounced around foster homes until I was 18, and at that point I was too old to be in foster care, I left and go into college and with the help of the state, I have no family Jenna, I don't know any better." I spill it all out to Jenna, tell her everything about me, something I never told anyone before, besides Devin because we have been best friends for years, but never a girl, never.

Jenna sits up with a different expression on her face, different from her one before, the one I caused in the first place.

"Andre, I'm sorry, I had no idea." She says placing her hand on top of mine.

"No, don't apologize, I'm the one in the wrong here, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm no good for you Jenna, you deserve someone who will love you the way you deserve, and that can't be me. I want nothing but what is the best for you, you deserve it. Goodnight Jenna." I give her hand a light squeeze before exiting her room and making my way into my room.

A/N: I'm sorry I'm ending it like this!! I have big plans for the story, New chapter coming very soon, so stay tuned, I love you all and thank you for all the support on this story, it means the world to me!!! :)

[magicalwastelands]

Byler in the Trailers for Stranger Things

(part one: seasons 1 and 2)

all the stranger things trailers basically revolve around byler dude its crazy

Some things I want to say before getting into it:

1) I'm only going to talk about just the trailers available on netflix right now, no teasers/recaps

2) In the trailers, they almost always manage to have some dialogue or a snippet of one of byler's heart-to-hearts included (I'll reference back to this when it occurs), this applies to more than one so I wanted to say it here

3) I had to break this up into multiple parts cause it is too long :)

Stranger Things 1 (Trailer)

first two people who talk are mike and will (this applies to the show as well AND the first two characters we see talk one-on-one are mike and will)

when the boys are looking for will, mike says this, which isn't in the actual show - this is too funny bro we get to see what he was actually thinking in this moment - not how his lifes just started but how this random ass girl isnt will 💀 (i love el, his thinking not mine lol)

"[Mike] That's not Will."

when we hear mike talking in the trailer, its usually about will (these are all the times he talks, theres literally ONE TIME he isnt talking to or about will (7th one - "You're in trouble, aren't you?"))

STOP THE SUBTITLES CALL HIM HOOPER 😭😭😭

2. Stranger Things 2 (Trailer)

Mike always talking about will again (also 1st one is the first time we hear someone talk AGAIN)

the heart-to-hearts inclusion (dialogue and snippets from both)

"Maybe all of this is happening for a reason." "[Will] They don't understand."

also it's interesting they use the instance in this heart-to-heart where el is referenced.

"Eleven would. She always did."

notice: mike refers to her as "eleven", which he often does when talking to will about her - he even does this in s4 with this scene:

"Maybe Eleven would've taken me with her and things would be different, but..."

its weird that around will he doesn't want to refer to his gf/future gf in a loving way at all, not even saying her nickname that literally everyone refers to her as, including will. he could have easily said "el" in season 4 cause will LITERALLY ONLY REFERS TO HER AS THAT. and like... he could also have easily called her el in s2 as well?? will would still have known who you were talking about. or you could have TOLD HIM that that's her nickname.

[darkwitchingflower]

ITS BEEN A WHILE but here's things me and my friends have said as pjo character pt 4/5???

Annabeth: That's not very feminism of you (@wraith--2)

Hestia: maybe build like a life size bread bloke (@carpcranium)

Leo: Feels like my toes are bleeding but it's just cause they're defrosting (@wraith--2)

Percy to annabeth: Nooo pookie don't leave ill get her a spider abortion (friend not on tumblr)

Annabeth: I thought I'd die before seeing common sense in this gc (friend not on tumblr)

Jason: It's not boring to want money and to not be even more mentally ill (@indecisivenb)

Leo: Sure bud (me)

Piper: Jesus was not straight (@wraith--2)

Some random camper in the dining pavillion: Hes staring into my soup (@wraith--2)

Leo: Everyone needs a piece of Leo (friend not on gc)

Leo: Me dehydrated: must not drink sex juice (@wraith--2)

Jason: Me and Percy cockfight like 3 times (@chefchennan)

Piper: Harry x hermione

Ron x jesus or smth

Luna x whoever tf she ended with? (Friend not on tumblr)

Mr D to someone being given a quest: You don't have a choice

They don't have a choice

It's equality all around (me)

Piper: Im not a people pleaser, im a woman pleaser (friend not on tumblr)

Jason (idk why but i instantly thought Jason): saggy balls? (@chefchennan)

Thalia: From your local asexual xx (@wraith--2)

Thalia: Homicide on Pinterest is an interest (@wraith--2)

Chiron: oh that's nice to see! A camper with a smile! (My criminology teacher)

Annabeth: ye I made percy smile by telling him I didn't like him in greek! (Friend not on tumblr)

Apollo: Will! Thoughts on be crime do gay?! (@carpcranium)

Thalia about Frank: Me and him are still friends we shoot kids together yesterday (@chefchennan)

Will doing some form of doctor test idk: I'm gonna skedaddle into your scrotum (@wraith--2)

Thalia: I f**king love garlic bread yummers. Its gotten so bad that I eat is everyday. I sweat garlic butter and shit out logs of bread. It's an endless cycle and I remake the garlic break with what I unleash (friend not on tumblr)

Percy to Annabeth (leo helped after frank found them in the stables): Thine eyes are blessed with the sight of her. Her.

Who I wake to every morning and think of

Who I dream of at night

Aphrodite has forsaken me yet she is my light

The waves will roar and crash

And I know, she is always up for a smash (@wraith--2)

Leo to literally any girl with a pulse: When I see her thoughts are gone

And all I can do is simply long

She could never be mine

Yet still I pine (@wraith--2)

Rachel thinking abiut percy: Days will pass and the sun shall set

All the while I'd place a bet

That I'm still there

Twirling my hair

Dreaming of something that was never fair (@wraith--2)

Thalia: is is the most fun I've had in ages, I'm trying to teach the bot aromanticisum (@wraith--2)

Thalia: As a matter of fact I am definitely aromantic but thanks for the suggestion (@wraith--2)

Leo, he meant to say floppy disks: Have you ever seen one of those floppy dicks-...🤏 (friend not in tumblr)

Mr D: Anyways orgies (@wraith--2)

Will to Nico: She's like nah, no love hearts have an onion were like Shrek now (me)

Percy: When I go to sleep I'm going to dream about gay sea creatures aren't I? (@wraith--2)

Annabeth: It's okay I'm a big girl I cry into my pillow (@wraith--2)

Annabeth: ohhh right in the trust issues (@thatonelazyghost)

[fioooweeooweeeoo]

Extraordinary You

Chapter 3 - Me before you

- By Fioweeo

GENRES: slow burn cz yes??, (e2L-> frenemies2lovers),  ANGST, 18+ MINORSSS DNI for obvious reasons, may have sm*t in the next chapters, fluff- of course, we can't leave that out, there will be warnings in the next chapters if said so, HINT OF LOAK X READER !!!

A/N: FINALLY DONE WITH CHAPTER 3 yall i am so sorry if that took way too long to do because i was hella busy with doing work on the side that i didn't really have time to continue working on it, thankfully I'm on break this semester! so you'll be seeing a lot more updates and chapter 4 is in the making as we speak! hopefully you guys would be able to read this and still be interested in reading for more!!

anyways for this chapter ive introduced a few more characters, some ooc and some that aren't new to the avatar world! anyways please enjoy reading chapter 3 to Extraordinary You

Word Count: 8.3 k (chapters might be longer after chap 3 so it might take me a little long to post !

Chapter 2 - Till I Met You

Silence fills the room you're both in but you're the only one fast asleep. You're soft breathing can be heard slightly but that isn't what bothers him. The proximity of both you and Neteyam is, having to train you already was a risky move for him, now sleeping with you? He wants to go to his father and complain that it'll cause a problem but he doesn't want to. Why? Why can't he bring himself to stop this from becoming messier?

He shouldn't be bothered thinking about this, once you're healed and done with training you can go on without him and he can go back to his normal routine. Normal, funny how it's gotten to this he thinks. He drifts off to sleep with just the sound of your breathing easing him for some reason.

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His eyes peel open to his surroundings, a waterfall beside him, he stares at the bright light shining onto him, trees surrounding to cover from being too bright. But what caught his attention wasn't any movement, but a voice, a humming voice to be exact.

He stands up and follows the humming voice, the beautiful sound calling out to him. He recognizes the song, the melody and rhythm of it, the voice of it or better yet, who it is. The humming slowly starts to fade and the more it does the faster neteyam catches up to it, hoping that the humming wouldn't stop and he'll reach in time. 

He can still hear it, but it feels like he's running out of time to catch up to it, but as soon as he sees the figure humming to it, he breathes of relief, like he held onto his breathe the whole time. He watches closely and slowly creeps forward to the figure, it was a girl, a human girl to be exact.

She was singing, whilst playing with an instrument. He tries to avoid creating a sound to call the attention of the girl until he steps on a small twig, the girl gasps and turns to his direction. But as neteyam goes to look at the girls reaction, he freezes, he can't see her face, how? He takes a step back and the girl stands up and moves a step closer towards him,he moves back anxiously, his back hitting a tree behind him while looking from both sides to see if he has some sort of escape, but it was already too late as he looked at the girl who was infront of him, he face tells all signs of confusion, as he musters up to speak.

“Who are you-?” His breathing is quick, he looks at the girl from head to toe trying to recognize who it was. The faceless girl tilts her head now looking like she's the confused one, neteyam rolls his eyes and bends down to her height. 

“What do you want from me, tawtute? Hmm? Speak” the faceless girl looks around herself checking every small pocket she has and the bag around her trying to look for something until she spots it at at her right pocket of her shorts and shows it to him, she points for him to open his hand to which he does immediately, she places the object in his palm and he looks at it, its a flower, a confused look spreads across his face.

“What is this?” The girl stays silent which makes Neteyam suspicious, that is until she walks and turns away from him, curious, he follows her and calls “Wait up-!”. Somehow he felt slower in his dream. Neteyam catches up to see where she went, and as he pushes the leaves in front of him, he looks at the faceless girl who's staring at the sunset, the wind blowing softly at her and the sound of waves crashing easing her. It eases neteyam too he thinks, he thinks this place is much calmer than what's outside his dream, the faceless girl breathes out and plops down on the sand. 

He tilts his head confused but goes to her anyway, finding a spot next to her sitting cross-legged. He looks at the side where she was, as she does to him as well, the girl looks from his face back to the floor in his palm, as she sees this she grabs and flowers which instinctively makes Neteyam want to grab it back. “Hey- what is-”, she moves closer to him, kneeling trying to reach his height despite him sitting down, as she takes the top  right side of his hair and places the flower on it. Neteyam rolls his eyes and grabs the girls wrist, making her stop as she looks at him expectantly. “What are you trying to do little human?” She sighs and grabs his arm making him stand up as they run up to the water. She pointed for him to look at the water, he does so and looks at himself, seeing the flower placed on his hair nicely. She claps lightly and giggles, as if she had done such a great thing to him only for it to be placing a quite nice flower on his hair, but he sighs and chuckles softly, “Are you happy little human?” She nods and starts to move closer to the water, he grabs her arm which makes her head turn and as neteyam realises what he did he apologises and let's go of her, letting her dip her feet into it.

Despite being in a dress, she finds herself enjoying the water, she looks back at him and signs for him to come in which he wanted to but as he tries to move he hears it.- thunder, loud and roaring, he looks up to see the sky turning a darker grey but looks back at the girl who's still playing in the water, he calls out to her to which she doesn't hear, he continues to shout to call her but somehow his voice is falling faint to him and her, he tries to move but somehow feels stuck in place, the waves move stronger and pushes the girl making her fall. The lightning soon strikes and the loud thunder wakes him up-

“Yo- bro- wake up- dude-” Loak claps at Neteyams face, his eyes adjusting to the the scene before him. His brother still snapping in front of his face, he swats his hand at loak “Baby bro- what do you want?- it's like- "  " it's literally sun out bro, you've never stayed in for this long– hell! An hour? Come on- dad's been waiting- man I thought you were the golden boy-”

Neteyam gets up and groans, looking around his room to see your not here, you might have gone to Mo'ats early, probably wanting to get up early as possible before your training. He wastes not a minute getting ready, before heading out to the base for an early meeting. Most of the meeting was laying out important areas to look out for in which his dad had instructed both him and Lo'ak to keep an eye on while the rest of the war party set out on their mission, though Neteyam was fully prepared for being in the war party, he still had to look after Lo'ak since his father instructed him to “not cause a ruckus” as he calls it. As soon as the meeting was over, Jake talked to both Neteyam and Lo'ak just like before every mission to stay in line for any threat that may come while spotting. 

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I observed closely at what ingredients Mo'at had placed infront of me for the next lesson, some of these were known to help with poisonous wounds, the others were made for headaches, mild flu, and sickness, the like really. I was confused by the materials Mo'at had put in front of me but I knew they had a purpose. 

“These herbs are made to help with poisoning- as you can tell- but not only can this help from poisoning, many of these other ingredients can help with a specific poisoning, you see-” a knock was heard out of the tent, disturbing you of your lesson, moat calls out to them. A portion of the war party comes in with a member who was extremely injured, a gash running from their shoulder to their right side of their chest. Normally it would be fine, it would take weeks to heal, but this was different, a purple colour bleeding out of it as well, it was strange seeing this and you look at it with your mentor. 

“This… this looks very concerning- what happened?” “We had just raided another one of their trains but they had this new weapon that could easily tear through the skin, it makes them feel crazy- wanting nothing but to die”. It was new to you hearing about this, you felt off about something so peculiar like this happening to Na'vi though, you remembered Norm talking about this before… a variant as he called… the origins of this were from a plant species, though was not dangerous to Na'vi kind, its roots may have changed and may have caused its genetics to alter, which doesn’t add up- anyway, it was dangerous.

Your thoughts were snapped away by Mo'at asking you to help her retrieve a few more medicinal herbs, perhaps that'll help ease the pain for them she says hesitantly. As you observe, there were a lot of things that you noticed about the wound, more importantly, the size, colour and odd shape it had, you've always studied how most plants in Pandora were either medicinal or deadly, ones you should look out for and some you must avoid. You won't need the second advice because most are usually far away or in the hallelujah mountains. But perhaps there was more to this– with the way the cut looked, it must've been from the Hallelujah Mountains, the infection seemed quite similar to txumtsä'wll. The Baja tickler as the scientists mostly call it- but no one really dared to come near that plant, only various animals eat it to use as a venom for their own predators. So while you observe the wound and the liquid that had come out, you had a good feeling it was from it, but how did they extract it?

Your thoughts were soon turned into dust by Mo'ats voice asking for you to pass a paste, you knew that paste wouldn't work so you passed Mo'at a different one that would suit better. “What is this Y/N? I asked for the other one!” “Mo'at, please trust me this one will work, it will lessen the pain–” “What do you mean- you are saying the Tsahik is wrong?” “No- no- please use it- trust me-” Mo'at looked at you in confusion but decided to trust you, applying the paste to the warrior as he was in deep pain was tough, but soon the warrior had stopped whining in pain and felt at ease, Mo'at felt surprised, she had not known that would work. It was like something had awoken the warrior like it was in deep sleep, sighing in relief from the pain.

“How did you know it would work?” You face Mo'at at your right who was just as confused as you were “I- I had learnt it from studying these plants that you've created a paste out, it was easy to navigate what can help soothe it, but it may only last for just a few days, I may know where to find another ingredient to mix it together with though! It might just be the cure for it!” Mo'at nods, seemingly surprised and a little proud per say of your knowledge, but she doesn't say it. 

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As you walk out of the tent, you're met with an tall figure who you know well enough was Lo'ak– jogging up to you as you give him a lighthearted smile. He gives you a wave until he reaches you. “ ‘Sup shorty-” you elbow him at his stomach as he says  ‘ow-’ “what-! It's technically how you're built man-” “yeah- no shit sherlock! Ive been the same height since your uniltron” he rubs his side “and somehow you're attitude doesn't add up to you're height-” he murmurs “what did you say?” “What?” “You said something-” “there is a bunch of people here Y/N, your hearing things” “no I know you said something-” “you're imagining~” as soon as he starts to back away and go another direction, you chase him to which he runs quite faster than you, you both chase each other around like little children giggling, as soon as you both reach the tent for the meeting, you both enter through the flap. Lo'ak nudges you at your elbow as you give him an annoyed look, he puts his finger to his mouth silently telling you to be quiet to which you respond, mouthing him a ‘I know’, he tilts his head to the side for you to follow him in which you oblige.

Jake mostly started off with the schedule of things to be done around camp, ever since the home tree was burned down the village had to be relocated to hell's gate, which not most of his family had been fond of. Lo'ak was beside you through the meeting, though if you knew Lo'ak well enough, he gets bored in most of these meetings, which is why you're a little caught up when he whispers something to you. “I kinda wanna ditch this meeting-” “well your dad's in here- you wanna tell him that?” “I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind-” “thats a fucking lie” “oh what would you know-” “keep it down skxawng-” Jake clears his throat “Y/N. Since you'll be working on the normal training grounds with Neteyam, you'll also be with most of the trainees. You're okay with that?” “I- uhm-” Lo'ak nudges you at the shoulder which makes you glare at him “yes- ofcourse- sir.” Loak snorts when your voice cracks. “Alright, you're morning training starts in 30 minutes” as everyone leaves, you notice Neteyam who was already looking at you from afar, there's this look in his eyes in which you couldn't tell what it meant- was it anger? Was it annoyance? Was it anything that serious? Eywa, why do you overthink this much- you should really work on this better. 

But first, you should really speak with Neteyam about the training course and what you'll be doing. Neteyam walks towards where you're standing, you hope he'll start explaining to you the gist of what's to come until- “oh! Uhm hey- okay so I was going to ask if- uh- Oh-” he just walks past you, opens the flap of the tent and leaves. Did that just happen?... Did he actually ignore you- Lo'ak hisses softly “Ouch- that was rough- normally he doesn't do this to newer trainees- I guess you're the first one” you blink twice at him wondering what just happen because it all happened in just a second “Aren't you gonna train with him what're you standing here for-” “Eywa! I know what i'm doing!”.

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You follow Lo'ak who shows you to the training grounds which wasn't that far off, seeing everyone prepared and ready, you take in the different kinds of faces once you settled in as well. You look to see that it was both navi men and women in the grounds, some- you recognized as Kiris’ friends. Lea'una, Sey'nab, and Ni'fiti, most of them were pretty cool with you, well- Lea'una and Ni'fiti were pretty much good friends with you, Sey'nab on the other hand- you kinda feel this tension around her but of course most Na'vis feel that way around humans. Though Kiri was also half human, she was really close friends with her, all of them were close with her. You think it's just how she normally is when she's around humans, you can't really blame her. 

As soon as everyone had been seated neteyam soon announces the newest trainees in the course, “I'd like to announce the newer trainees who will be joining us from today and onward, that is- Ney'lan, Korukt, Yía , Zora, and… Y/N…” Everyone soon claps to the newly announced members. 

Everyone moves on to the next course tp train in, as soon as you stood up, two navi girls up come up behind you, startling you a bit, “GAAH- oh- it's you guys-!” “sorry! Didn't mean to scare you there Y/N-!” “would've been funny though” “Lea'una.” “what! I'm kidding, eywa- Ni'fiti you can't even take a joke-” “to be fair I'm atleast 3 to 4 feet shorter than most of you guys so i would've laughed as well buuut anyways! It has been quite some time since I've seen you guys!” “Us too! Hey I mean atleast you've gotten some height on there, you look amazing” Lea'una pats your head, you honestly feel like they're your older sister sometimes, they treat you more kindly than the rest of the Omaticaya People, but you're thankful to have a small circle of your own. “Since when were you taking training for this, its been awhile since a tawtute has done it. Well- our Olo'eyktan technically was a tawtute, and atleast he looked more like us..” You hear the comment from behind Ni'fiti and Lea'una, you face contorts into confusion until you realise who it was, somehow you expected this yet you were still surprised, Sey'nab approaches the two girls who were in front of you “I think it would be best to stay in our training areas so we wouldn't be distracted, hmm?” Lea'una looks at Sey'nab then to Ni'fiti who also gives her an awkward look “Well we were just making conversation with one of Kiris’ human friends! You remember her- Y/N! When we used to play with her long ago when we were little-” “And do you think we are still kids? We are much old enough to be doing our duties and responsibilities than to… do things such as this” “Excuse me?..” it was your turn to answer now “you may or may not understand but most of us have roles that we must follow in this clan, unlike us, we already have a place among the people” Your heart sinks, you've faced the truth a couple of times, you already knew humans do not belong or were capable of being one of the people. They didn't believe such beings were trusted to have a place after everything. Yet you still feel ashamed for somehow showing up. “I think you all should go ahead..! It was nice catching up with the both of you, I think i should go ahead as well” “But Y/N-” Ni'fiti turns to you as you were walking back to leave “We can always talk another time Ni'fiti-! I think i should start with my first session- i gotta go!” You soon turned and run to leave, while Ni'fiti and Lea'una look back to Sey'nab, cold stare laid upon you as you run. 

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You run and run but you don't know which part of the training area you go to- you realise then that you've made it too far. You look around your surroundings wondering where to go next, you feel your heartbeat racing and pounding, your watch alarming you because of the intense rate of your heart speeding, you feel yourself panicking, you've had a weak heart since you were a child, you've been told that you were also in a type of cryo pod built for you because you were born a little to early, having being in that cryo pod it had taken a few years (around 5 to specific) after the war for you to be fully capable of living in Pandora, it was a miracle, the scientists were glad either way.

So having that said you were pretty much on some meds for most of your life, just so that you wouldn't have complications, Norm has built a small watch for you to track your heart rate and you med schedule (thank you for that Norm), the scientists that managed to stay in Pandora from the kindness of the people were always helping you left and right, because being a child with complications in an entirely different planet not common for your kind is tough, though upon discovering your ability to stay alive in Pandora air, it was a shock, a surprise most scientist wanted to into more, but as you were a child, it wasn't the right choice, well, Lara had made a decision that no one would put experiments on you because it was wrong. So it's really the reason why you were kept in the lab for so long. Well until now.

Now being in this situation perhaps wasn't a good start, but as you were looking around frantically you felt yourself passing out and falling backwards to the ground until an arm scoops your waist, despite your heart rate telling you that you were indeed about to pass out, you felt yourself calm in relief when a Na'vi man saves you from it. But as you realise that it was one you did not infact recognize, you stood up and push him back- “i- who are you-? Did you follow me here? What do you want from m-” “Woah woah woah- hey- relax..? Okay?... you seemed to have something going on just a few seconds ago I mean-” “No I wasn't-” “You sure did. Like you were going all like-” “Okay okay fine I was- I was having a panic attack- alright? That's what happened-” you take a few in and outs to calm yourself as the Na'vi man continued to look at you “What?..”  “You don't look good-”  you scoff, what's with this guy? First it was with Sey'nab and now a random Na'vi guy just pops out of nowhere like a douche “you think?? I was this close to passing out and that's your take?-” you sit on the ground with your knees pressed against your chest, waiting for the guy leave but he just stands there, looking at you in a pitying way “aren't you gonna leave? What're you still doing here-”  “I'm sorry.”  “What?...”  “I was pretty rude for saying that- and uhh I just thought that- well- I mean I didn't really think- most of uhh- my thoughts just come out of my mouth… ngaru lu fpom srak?”  “I'm okay… I guess…”  there's a small gap if silence until he starts shifting closer to you sitting infront with his knees bent and his arms on it. “As you can tell I am not from here” he laughs softly, a hand coming to his scalp brushing it, “Y/N. If you're wondering” “Aonung. Neteyam's friend and also a teacher in this training course… I too am not from here as well, I've only decided to come here recently because my father and I wanted to be of help” you noticed he was a different colour, a different shade than most of the people here, a teal-green colour, you feel yourself thinking too much about it, you snort “youre from a different clan? Didn't know he had friends..” you say grumbling to which he hears and laughs it off  “oh- eywa- you heard that?.. shit I'm sorry that- just came out of me-”  “Yeah it's okay- it's fine, I get it, he's like that a lot of the times, it's like-” “you're talking to a brick wall” you both say in unison, catching each other off guard for a moment until you both burst in laughter. “I guess we both thought of the same thing, ay?”  “I'm not the only one then” you both continue to laugh for a but until Aonung speaks up again “trust me, he's a good guy, he's a funnier guy in real life, besides all the responsibilities he has, he's not as bad as you think he may be”  “I'm gonna have to pray for that, I feel like it's just me who he doesn't want to get a long with”  “What do you mean i thought-” Aonung pauses as he realises, soon falling silent “You thought what?..”  “I thought he wanted to train you perhaps” he states, but you aren't sure if that was true, you shrug it off anyway. 

To say that you've actually created a friend without any form of connections from others, can be a little surprising considering it is a Na'vi that you've befriended. But you didn't want to comment too much on it, safe to say you both had a few things in common, he likes to sing a lot, although he's a warrior he has a passion for artistry, he doesn't hate having to be a warrior, he chooses to be one because he wants to help the people. He's talked about learning more from the humans, which surprised you, Lo'ak is understandable because his father was a human before. But hearing it from a Na'vi was quite interesting to note, “Trust me, if you want to learn more about tech and stuff I'll save you the boring shit and say its not really that cool to look at, there's laptops though but they're kinda boring” Aonung laughs “ ‘m not talking about the gizmos you people create, I mean human experiences, you learn about so many things and say it so… intensely”  “intricately?”  “I do not know what that means” it's you who laughs this time “I mean like in a interesting way that sounds fascinating”  “you can put it that way, but I like me idea better” you giggle and snort like a child and you gasp from what you did “oh my god… sorry that just-” he laughs rolling over  “What was that?!” “I don't know! It just happens! Everyone does it!”  “I'm pretty sure by everyone it translates to yourself”  “shut up!”  “for all I know it could just be you!”  

It continued on for about a few minutes until you both had decided that it was best to return to the training courses. You had finally found a way to the grounds seeing that everybody was training already, that is until you see Neteyam standing there eyeing out on everybody but as if he was trying to look for a certain person, obviously that being you. So when you caught his eye, you felt a little shaken because you realised you had been atleast 5 minutes late when he and specifically asked you to come early, too caught up on your moment doing so. 

Neteyam stood there, arms crossed, his eyes looking at you coldly as he made contact with them, look down to the spot in front of him then back at you, signalling for you to go there “I guess I gotta go- it was nice having a good friend to talk to now, even if we just met” “a friend?” “I- I mean if you don't want that It'll be just fine-” “no- no- I think of you as a friend too- Y/N…” you both smile at each other until neteyam clears his throat.

“Oel ngati kameie, brother” “Oel ngati kameie, ‘eylan” Neteyam says in turn, you do the same to him to which he does the same to you but he doesn't really greet with any words, you convince yourself that this is just the start of an unbearable month. “So you are to be training her today, yes?” “Of course, it is a responsibility that I am now handling once again, so much so that this responsibility, took a part of her time to do more important things perhaps.” “Ay- it is not her fault brother, I was partly the reason she was late- I was getting know her-” “there can be another time for that don't you think-”  Neteyam stares a little hardly at Aonung which he in turn does the same to him, only it was a silent communication on both ends “maybe if you were around her more then she wouldn't be so late isn't that so-” “you should go continue with your students maybe, you have time for chitchats later” Aonung then looks to you at his side and silently nods and mouths a goodluck to you, a little unease by it.

“come.” “Oh- okay-” you both head to another area of the training course, you notice in this part that it was the area where most pa'li were in “You're first training will be learning how to ride the pa'li, it'll  be best to start of small since it is your first” you take the part of your hair to reveal your kuru, surprisingly, since you were “born different” you had the ability to have this certain aspect of a Na'vi, though you did not have the overall height and maybe some of the facial features a Na'vi would have, you had this.

“Are you ready?” You breathe in and out softly  “I'm ready..”. You whine and reach as much as you can but it was too high, you try to look for other way to get on up on the pa'li but most of them failed, “uhm- can you move down please…” the pa'li just stands there and snorts. You sigh out of breathe feeling like you wanted to give up, but not a minute later you here a small laughter coming from behind, a small giggle as you turn around to see who it was, was he really just standing there the whole time laughing? “Can I please have some help?”  “I thought it was best that you would learn on your own”  “please, you just wanted to see me struggle” you mumble looking away for a split second “what was that?” “nothing”.

He breathes out a huff of air, going to you swiftly, placing his hands around your waist easily lifting you up, you gasp softly as the motion was really quick, sat atop the pa'li and saddled yourself to be ready. “What do I do now?”  “Connect your kuru to the pa'li, from there you'll be able to feel her through tsaheylu, the bond that seals between you and the pali, I want you to feel her, feel her breathe, feel her heart, feel her strong legs” you nod as you close your eyes and settle in the feeling, it was a little comforting feel her heartbeat match yours, to feel her breathe the same way you do, you open your eyes to then find Neteyam's hand on top of yours, you heart skipped a beat from the touch, it was warm yet comforting, his hands tracing the back of your hand guiding them to caress the pa'li, you look from where his hand was to his forearm then leading to his bicep which had a band wrapped around it, it was woven delicately which was obvious, but you were to stricken by his biceps, biceps that looked like they could- Stop! You looked even higher to his shoulders, it was broad and had looked to be much more muscular than any other Na'vi, thanks to his father's human genes you note, you look a little more higher till you reach his face, eyes already looking straight at you, yet it looks like he also too stricken by… you… a heat creeps up your face, his stare was enticing, but you couldn't think that!? He's your mentor, are you crazy? You shouldn't think those things about your mentor! God, Y/N get your head out of the gutter-

Neteyam clears his throat as you then look at another direction “Use your mind and where you want her to go and speak it.” He cocks his head to the side and moves back. This is easy… no big deal… just have have use your head and start moving. “move forward” as soon as you speak, the pa'li moves forward immediately, causing you to almost fall, but you hold on to her side. As you hold on to her comfortably, you rescg near a riverside, you were mesmerised by the scenery that you had realise Neteyam had been calling you back, you ask her to stop on her tracks, but as soon as this happens she abruptly halts sending you to the water with a yelp.

You land on the shallow part of the water thankfully making you land on your butt. Yet you were soaked from the land on the water, your hair was wet and so were you clothes, you stand up to see a few Na'vi looking at your direction until you spot Ni'fiti and Lea'una who come to see if you were alright “Are you alright?!...”, Neteyam sprints up to get to you. “I was calling for you- did you not hear me?”  “Sorry- I thought that worked i-” “you must focus on the specific directions you ask her to go to, you do not just say move forward-” people were now whispering and talking, some giggling around him, and notice you were shivering from the cold, “did you get hurt-”  “no- I'm fine, I just need new clothes…” Neteyam then takes something from the satchel of his pa'li, taking his shawl out to wrap around you, making it look bigger on you since he's at least twice your height. “Let's go to my hut first, I think kiri has an extra loincloth for you…” he takes your hand and soon brings you up to his pa'li and asks it to head to his hut.

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You soon reach his families hut, kiri and neytiri were both inside weaving baskets for the upcoming season until they both see you two come inside. You were soaking wet whcih made Neytiri and Kiri wonder what had happened, “Did something happen, why are you wet??” “Let us get you some new clothes- you must be cold..” Neytiri stands to fetch some new loincloth for you while kiri brings you near the campfire to dry yourself. “Woah What happened to you, shorty?” Loak barges in the hut due to it being close to nightfall, he looks at you as laughs softly while you give him a glare “Where is your father, Lo'ak? It is already nightfall-” she goes to you and brings a few clothes as you thanked her, you try to remove your clothes when kiri clears her throat and eyes looking from Lo'ak to you, while Lo'ak who was standing there a little oblivious to what was gonna happen, he looks around a little bit confused and points to himself, Neteyam wants to facepalm himself because of Lo'ak “Yes you- come on-” Neteyam drags Lo'ak out with him. 

Kiri sighs and chuckles a little bit “boys… anyways how was training? I'm guessing it was probably the reason you are wet” you laugh a bit, looking down at yourself as you remove the top kiri gave you as a gift and set it aside to dry now now it got wet, and had to change both of your undergarments, luckily they had some spare tops that kiri had used as a child and it fitted you perfectly. Your tewng was changed as well but this one was shorter than the last one because it was kiris old tewng, they were clean but they couldn't find use for it since kiri had grown out of it very quickly. As soon as Jake had returned for whatever meeting there was left with the war party everyone sat for dinner to wrap up the day. You stood up helping Neytiri with fixing dinner and some leftovers, as a thank you for borrowing the clothes you were currently wearing. You bid all of them goodnight taking your leave from there. 

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You went out of the hut to return to none other than the home of your mentor which more so felt like a jail cell because being in the same room as him felt irksome, but just as you take a few steps closer to the hut your hand was yanked and you yelp in surprise. You felt a gust of wind as you were sort of being dragged by a very certain Na'vi man, you called out his name but he shushes you, still dragging you as you both run to another part of the camp, you try to look around if you would recognize which area you were in order to go back but you were soon come to halt. But since you were being dragged here, you felt your balance falter and you felt yourself almost meet the ground when he catches you immediately grabbing your waist.

“Woah- sorry my bad- didn't know I was pulling you too hard”  “Jesus christ- Lo'ak! Are you insane!? You fuckin’ scared the living shit out of me!” you shouted at him but in a whisper, immediately withdrawing your hand from his hold as you stood up properly “and it's night why did you-...” you sentence was cut off when Lo'ak places his hand on your mouth and grabs the back of your head  “Shhh-shh- shut up- okay- listen-..” you wait and look around as he finally let's go of your mouth and finally says something back “Hear that? That's the sound of me not giving a fuck-” you hit him at his shoulder “Ah!- dude I'm kidding alright” he laughs as you roll your eyes “that's not funny- why did you bring me here? I thought you were some recom or something-” “Okay look I was just playing with you alrigh-” he was about to hold your hand when you suddenly withdrew it  “Don't touch me…”  “Hey tanhi… are you okay?-” “I'm fine..”  , you wrapped your arms around yourself feeling a little scared, you actually thought you were getting kidnapped as well you look away from him to the side trying not to look at his face “Well?... if it'd not important why am i here then-”  “tanhi what happened?”  “Nothing happened”  “I know something happened”  “I don't know what your talking about” “Y/N.” you look at him as he says your name firmly “Peng oe 'upe lu kemwiä?...” (tell me what's wrong) “Tsal's hìno-” (It's fine)  “You're lying”  you stood silent as he takes your hand and guides you to a small lake, where a wooden log sits by it, he sits on it first before he tells you to come and sit with him, you stand there still trying to not look at him, he sighs looking down then up to then pulling you to sit down. You try to protest but suddenly he lays his head on your lap and adjusts himself on the log for comfort. “Lo'ak I'm not gonna- what are you doing?”  “Shhh Shh Just chillin’ here” he closes his eyes acting as if he's sleeping “if you think this is gonna do anything to make me talk then your absolutely wrong”  he opens his eyes and looks at you and raises a brow, you still don't respond but he slowly takes your hand and rubs the top of it, placing it on top of his chest  “peng oe” you sigh finally relenting to his wishes.

“I got… embarrassed alright, I was talking with you know, Lea'una and Ni'fiti- having a good conversation when suddenly the ‘oh but elegant and brave, sweet and determined Sey'nab has come to the rescue!’ suddenly showed up out of nowhere and was just going at me and-”  suddenly you hear snoring down to your lap as Lo'ak fell asleep quite immediately “oh real mature Lo'ak!” Lo'ak bursts out laughing from your reaction as you try to get him off you “okay okay I was just  teasing you alright- I'm sorry- I hate seeing that sour look on you and thought that you need a little something to cheer you up-” you soon start to burst out laughing as you then hit him on the shoulder making him swear “ow what the fuck!-”  “You're such a jerk-”  “and this jerk made you laugh today alright, now relax- it's just your first week here and you seem like you're having it rough“ "because I am?”  “Because you think it is, you're letting that happen because you think that way-”  you sigh , thinking about his words and agreeing with him. “I don't know… I just feel like… there's a lot of things going on my mind still, like- I feel confused, like I don't know what I'm doing at this point”  “then don't” “What?...” “you heard me, don't think about it”  “like it's gonna solve anything”  “look- I'm saying this because you've got a bunch of weird shit going on recently and it seems to me like you can't focus on the important things right now”  “But aren't they important too?”  “Yeah, they are, it isn't like they aren't- but all I'm saying- is you should take it one step at a time, you're gonna give yourself a burn out if you don't” you carefully listen and keep that sentence in your head for a bit, making you think differently.

“By the way you don't really need to explain it to me cuz I was there, I just didn't wanna mention it”  “asshole”  “Yeah yeah, i reserve it for you” “Shut up-” you both laugh for a quite a bit until you hear a you're name being called at the left from a different voice. Lo'ak rises up as you both see Neteyam standing there eyeing you both, Lo'ak grumbles and sighs. “What are you doing?”  “I-”  “I thought you were at the hut already, I was waiting for you to come-” “I'm sorry I just- I was talking to-”  “hut? You're sleeping with him?”  “Dad said so” neteyam says firmly making them both look at each other for just a moment “why are you with him?” “We were just hanging out-” “Yeah Neteyam, we were just hanging out, no biggie-”  “Loak-”  “relax, he's probably just worried you might've been kidnapped or whatever”  “yes- I was worried actually”  “see?”  “It is already late, let's go” “well I was just talking to Lo'ak and-” he looks back at you with with small stare, which was an obvious sign for you to go. You look back to Lo'ak who gives you a smile, “we can talk about it tomorrow?” he says as he tilts his head to the side You smile back at him, you stand up and do your handshake that you, spider, and kiri all made up when you were younger.

“We don't have all day” you look to neteyam who looks annoyed as always, you walk going closer to him, then looking at him for a little bit then walking past him to the direction of the hut, Neteyam looks back at you then to Lo'ak who gives him a blank stare, he stands up and walks to Neteyam's side, going to the same direction of the hut but he pauses to say something. “Do you plan on doing anything?”  “What?”  “You heard me, I asked if you planned on doing anything”  “i won't do-” “you won't or you can't?”  “Why are you asking me this?”  “Because I care for her” Neteyam stays silent for a moment  “Do you think i wanted this to happen?”  “Maybe, maybe you hoped something like this would happen, and it did, you just don't know what to do about it”  neteyam looks at his side and gives Lo'ak a confused look, Lo'ak then looks back to neteyam “Do or don't do anything, but I'll still be there for her if anything happens, I hope you know that” he pats Neteyam's shoulder and leaves, as he reels in on the last thing he said.

Walking into his hut, he sees you lying down facing the wall with your blanket covering you. He didn't know if you were really sleeping, he knows it's hard for you to force yourself to sleep when things happen. But he doesn't know what he should do, he wants to do something but he can't. He goes to his mat laying down, when he hears it, it was soft but he heard it immediately, small sniffles and little coughs, he turn over and sees you still coughing, he curses himself realising that falling into the water must've made you sick, of course it took awhile to get to his family's hut but he didn't think it would catch you a cold sooner. You were shaking and shivering, even if it wasn't cold in the hut, you felt so uncomfortable in your sleep and Neteyam can see that. But he doesn't want to do anything, you'll be better in the morning perhaps, it's just a small cold, he's done it before without any help, just some drinks that would help his gut and that was that. But you weren't him, he knew that, and what's worse is that you're half human, one with a weaker heart he notes, he sits up and looks at you, you were still asleep but you didn't look comfortable sleeping in that state. He knows he'd have to do something, if his dad notices you weren't feeling good he'd be in trouble, but he knows that not the real reason why he's helping you, he stands to go to his table and reach for the herbs Mo'at insisted he'd keep whenever he didn't feel well, he mixed the herbs and crushed them, taking his flask which had water in it to mix with the herbs for you to drink, when he hears it, a small beeping noise, the one he recognizes was for your heart, it starts of as smalls beeps but soon turns into rapid beeping. “Shit.” He immediately drops the bowl and runs over to you, breathing heavily as your hand holds your chest. He carries you slightly trying to get you to wake up calling out your name softly, “come on- please- wake up-” he puts his ear near your chest to see if your heartbeat is still quick. He slaps your face softly trying to get you to wake up, which you finally wake up to, he sees your eyes peeling open “hey- hey- breathe for me alright? Deep breathes okay, breathe with me” he tries to get your breathing to normal making you follow his breathing as well, he places your hands on his chest where his heart was. You look at him with slanted eyes, he clutches your other hand to keep you fully awake.

“Stay with me- please.” You breathe in and out slowly, your heart rate finally slowing down, you look at him, his eyes so full of worry, but he then realises you're fully awake and sighs in relief, you didn't want anyone to see you like this, not in your most vulnerable moment, “I'm sorry…” you breathe out heavily  “what?.. No- don't-” he sighs “don't be sorry- its fine, alright?” He helps you sit up, to be able to breathe properly, he stands to get the drink wh made for you earlier for you to drink, it was a little spicy but it helped you feel better, “I- uhm- I have a really, weak heart, and in some cases, I'd deal with things like this, it happens when in really scared or stressed and sometimes even both…” you don't really have to tell him he thinks, he obviously knows this about you, but he doesn't say anything  “but I can still help, I- I can still fight. This doesn't make me any weaker”  he nods and sits across from you “I know, it's okay…”  you look at him wanting to ask him something but you swallow it down feeling a little dumb for thinking about it. “If you want to say something, I'll be fine with it-” you look at him with a confused face “I just take time in learning some things, and I'm sorry if it's too much for you, but all I need is just- some help”  “like a motivation?”  “Well- something like that- but like I guess- encouragement?...” he laughs a little, a first for you since its a surprised that someone like him can laugh, but you don't think much of it. “Sorry- I did not mean to-”  “Yeah I know I know it's alright, I probably sound ridiculous anyway-”  “no no it isn't that- it is just- you are new to this after all, and I should've known better and understood that you were different”  you nod and smile a little bit from his understanding.

“Do you-”

“I am willing to-”

“Oh sorry you go first”

“Sorry you can go first”

You both laugh a bit “I am willing to compromise in another way so you'll be able to learn”  “I think so too…. How bout’ if you teach me and train me, I'll do the same and let you learn more about me and my life?”  “Really?”  “That's the best can think of so far- actually, that way we can understand each other more..?”  He stays silent for a moment contemplating on what to do “Unless it isn't what you want then we can just do other things instead-” “I like that idea, I think if we both learn from each others lives since we are different from one another then, it would be good for the both of us?”  “It's a deal then”  you stick out your hand in front of him, his lips turn into a sly smirk, taking your hand immediately and shaking it, there's no turning back from this he thought.

You lay back down to finally get a good ret from today’s events, finally having your body relax after hours being under the sun was something worth achieving after each day you think to yourself. “Goodnight I guess?....” you chuckle at your own sentence “sleep well” he responded back, you then turn to your side facing the wall letting your thoughts drift away…

“what am I gonna do with you…?” Neteyam whispers to himself before finally sleeping as well…

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[ttobiosgf]

see you later alligator…

there are going to be many parts to this omgggg...

context: you and kageyama were together for well over a year in highschool but you’ve both recently graduated. Kageyama is moving to Tokyo for volleyball but you’re staying in Miyagi to get your degree. You two haven’t decided what you’re supposed to do yet…

warnings: fluff, severe angst, smut, cussing, HEART BREAKING

characters: fem-reader, kageyama tobio, maybe some other vb players

the characters in this story are in COLLEGE!!! they are 18+!!!!!

- about a week after graduation-

I wake up around 10am. my mind racing and my eyes stinging from the thought of what I'm about to do. I'm about to go breakup with Kageyama. My boyfriend of 1 year, 4 months, and 17 days. but who’s counting…

I get out of bed and brush my teeth and get dressed. I try to look presentable but there’s no point. I head off to Kageyamas house on my bike. my heart pounding in my ears the whole way there. “fuck, fuck, fuck” is pretty much the only thing going through my head while i bike to his house. and it doesn't get better once I finally get there...

I get off my bike and practically toss it to the ground as i head to the door. knock knock knock. i stand there practically shaking out of my shoes. i want to die the second my beautiful boyfriend, who i love so fucking much, opens the door.

"babe, we need to talk..." i say as i step into the house of my soon to be ex. "yeah... we do need to talk." Kageyama responds with a voice that makes it seem like he was ready for this conversation.

"we still haven't decided what were gonna do when you leave... We need to talk about it." i speak in a quiet voice. i just want to curl up into a ball and die right there in his foyer of his home. i have my hands at my side, fiddling my fingers on the side of my pants, only able to get out a couple words.

"i think... umm i think..." i keep repeating over and over again. "you think what??? spit it out." Kageyama says, getting impatient with my annoying repetition.

"umm i think we... i think we need to end it." fuck. my eyes are instantly hit with a stinging sensation as i finally spit it out.

Kageyamas eyes pop open when i finally say it "w... what the hell do you mean end it?? do you think we're not gonna work out? just because we're long distance?" he says, losing his cool and calm demeanor. his voice cracking slightly.

"well... i know you aren't a big texter. plus you'll be so busy with volleyball and everything else in Tokyo. you wont have time to waste on me." i say, my head hanging low and my voice cracking, same as his.

he steps closer to me and takes my hand in his, "please baby! we can figure something out. we can make it work. I love you." he was terrified at the idea of being apart from me. he doesn't want to let me go.

"you're going to do amazing things in Tokyo. Kageyama please..."

he runs a hand through his hair, visibly stressed and becoming frustrated at my insistence to breakup, "ill make time for you... i can do facetime calls, and- and i can come back to Miyagi to see you."

tears start pricking my eyes and my voice catches in my throat. "please. its what's best for us. for you" the tears in my eyes finally begin their travel down my face. "i love you so god damn much but, you need to find someone better for you. someone who can be at all of your games and who you don't have to travel to see."

Kageyama cant believe that Id think he could find someone better for him than i am. "i don't want someone else. i want you! i don't give a shit if we're apart, ill still think about you... i wont find anyone else, i don't want anyone else."

"we need to go separate ways, we have different lives to live! I'm so sorry" i grab his face with my hands, "i love you so much Tobio I'm so sorry."

he feels tears finding their way out of his eyes. he pulls me into his chest. his grip on me is so tight it feels like he's trying to make sure i never leave him. he presses his forehead against mine. "Why cant we just try... i don't care about the distance. ill do anything, just please don't give up on us." his voice cracks and i can hear his cries getting caught in his throat. i just continue to cry as he holds me.

"it'll only make it worse if we keep trying. it'll hurt more in the end. Just let me go Tobio... let us go..." he pulls away from me as i say this with almost an emotionless look as tears fall from his chin. "so you just want to break up? that's it?" i nod and he scoffs, "just let me ask you one thing y/n... do you still love me?"

"ill always love you Tobio. ill always be there for you but we need to end." i say with a sob falling from my mouth. he looks at me with anger and hurt in his eyes. "you'll always love me, but you're breaking up with me? that's it? just like that." he tosses his hands up and lets out a pained laugh.

i place my hand on his cheek. i can see his urge to keep arguing but he gives up and leans into my palm. "promise me something y/n... promise that even if we aren't together, you'll never get over me. I don't care if you don't want us to be together but dear god please promise you wont find anyone else..."

"i promise..."

-i eventually leave. after many tears, hugs, and "i love you's , and a bitter "good bye".-

four days later, its the day Kageyama is set to leave for Tokyo. i drag myself out of bed and head to the train station to send him off.

i see Kageyama standing at the platform. his eyes slightly red and puffy, same as mine. As i walk up to him he gives me a nod, i can tell he doesn't trust his own voice.

"the train will be here soon, wont it?" i say. he nods and doesn't bother looking at me, he just stares straight ahead at the tracks waiting for the train to arrive. The air is tense between us, it feels heavy, like a rock hanging over us.

"Tobio, talk to me before you leave... please talk to me." he doesn't look down but he eventually responds, "about what? i don't know what to say..."

i cup his face with my hand forcing him to look at me. "don't leave me without saying goodbye." he remains silent but his face tells me everything. I love you y/n, you're the only one i want. i don't want to leave you.

i pull him into a hug as a response to his silent words. "text me when you get there okay? and text me every once in a while and tell me how you're doing?" he listens and says nothing. the tears well up in my eyes again, fuck.

his grip on me tightens and he buries his face in my hair. "i will... ill text you. and call you when i get to my apartment..." he sniffles, "and ill text you everyday. Ill call you every chance i get... ill send you pictures and ill tell you what everything is like..."

i feel the tears become too heavy for my eyes to carry, "text me when you make a new friend. text me when you eat a good meal or when you find a good song. just text me..." just as i finish speaking the train enters the station. "i love you Tobio..."

he lets go of me and looks down at me, "i love you... i love you so so much..." he grabs my face and kisses me.

i close my eyes and just feel his lips on mine. i want to fall into him and stay with him till i die, but he has a train to catch. the train doors open

"good bye Tobio..." he walks towards the train doors and turns back to me once he steps on with his luggage.

"good bye... y/n..." the doors close and the train begins to move. i wave as it slowly moves.

"i love you." i say, knowing he cant hear me.

[likealittleheartbeat]

hello !!

i was wondering, do you know any other characters like aang from other shows/movies/books? or maybe, just his theme of radical kindness appearing in other stories?

i've been missing aang, and it would be nice to find other representations of such a fun and warm personality like his.

ps.: your blog is like, fantastic. truly.

🥰🥰🥰🥰 This is the best ask I’ve ever received!!! Depictions of radical kindness in media is a special interest of mine—not exaggerating. So I’ve done my best to make a list of rec’s, just tv, from most formally similar to ATLA to least, with a short description for each.

1. Fruits Basket (2019)

"My mom told me, it's better to trust people than to doubt them. She said that people aren't born with kind hearts. When we're born, all we have are desires for food and material things. Selfish instincts, I guess. But she said that kindness is something that grows inside of each person's body, but it's up to us to nurture that kindness in our hearts. That's why kindness is different for every person."

An anime orphan whose established memory of the kindness by which her family raised her ends up transforming and liberating a whole clan from an intergenerational curse that enforced an abusive hierarchy all within a show that has a deeply queer subtext, beautifully complex plotting and character development that due to its zen influence refuses to demonize anyone or any perspective wholly, AND a straight romance you can actually root for!? Nothing comes closer to ATLA thematically than this show. While the lead Tohru Honda is the biggest representative of radical kindness, the character of Momiji Sohma with his complex purity, idealism, and gender performance is one of the closest you'll find to Aang in any media.

2. Mob Psycho 100 (2016-2023)

"The truth behind one's charm is kindness. Just be a good person, that's all."

Mob Psycho 100 explores a core tenant of ATLA's critique of imperialism and power: greatness and perfection are overrated. They both ask the question about what to do for the world with one's gifts if that's the case. How can one be both normal and prodigious at the same time? The satirical comedy and style of this anime, which deconstruct a lot of the shonen genre tropes, are pretty distinct from ATLA, but when ATLA arrived on the airwaves, it was a pretty massive break from tradition in Western animation, and for both of these series, that difference of style is tied to the message of the show about the experience and acceptance of difference.

3. Natsume's Book of Friends (2012-present)

"As I encountered kindness, I wanted to be kind myself."

The anime, Natsume's Book of Friends and ATLA both depict the challenge and necessity of facing abandonment, loss, and a deep-seated loneliness with kindness and gratitude despite the persistence of grief. Both take a deeply spiritual view--even a responsibility--of this experience that demands a compassion for all beings including those who intend to do harm. Natsume, an orphan shuffled between houses who is one of the few people who can see spirits called youkai, inherits his maligned grandmother's book of yokai names, becoming a target for them in the process. He hides all of this from everyone in his life, and even five season in, still has trouble admitting to the one person who understands him when he is struggling and needs help. The gentle and light tone papers over a profoundly honest representation of attachment trauma and the wisdom of compassion that develops as a tool to cope with it.

4. Hunter x Hunter (2011-2014)

"You can do whatever you want to hide your feeling. You still have a heart."

If you think that "Radical Kindness" is by definition non-violent, then this show is either not for you or going to change your mind. Gon, the protagonist of HxH, like Momiji mentioned in Fruits Basket, is another rare character whose naivete and optimism are treated with respect. He is allowed to suffer, to be wrong, to be stupid, and to inspire others away from their own cynicism with the persistence of his beliefs nevertheless. But HxH is a show that integrates the most violent aspects of the world (organized crime, capitalistic competition and privileging, state-sanctioned brutality, pure sadism) with its examination of human potential for goodness. And even within a list of shows deeply inspired by spirituality and religions, this show is abundant with religious references as it seeks out meaning, balance, and an ethic for modern experience. On top of that, it ranks with ATLA for the depth and relevance of its magic system to its themes, plus its got gay subtext out the wazoo!

5. Mushishi (2005-2014)

“Make sure to remember, every person and place has a right to exist. It is true for you too, the entire world, as a whole, is your home."

Elegaic, episodic, compassionate, and strange, with some of the best short story-telling of all time, Mushishi is the story of a medicine-man who travels the Japanese countryside helping people deal with the spirits that accompany the little trials and tragedies of life that cling to our minds long after they're passed. The protagonist, Gingko, and the show itself takes the approach of restraint to observe these problems fully and come to a conclusion that's taoist in its balance and acceptance of reality--"Eyes unclouded by hate" as Miyazaki/Gaiman would have it. Each episode is like a therapy session arguing for you to choose to live even as the heaviest burdens sit on your chest.

6. Reservation Dogs (2021-2023)

"See...love doesn't have to be received, it can just be."

We're finally out of the animes, and moving away from the zen and shinto approach into some other options. Reservation Dogs' indigenous humanism was groundbreaking, bringing in distinctly modern American realities (with the kind of true-to-life details only a an on-location shoot could offer) with Native beliefs about ancestry, community, and connection to the land, while rarely feeling preachy. Instead, it's just fucking hilarious and casually heartbreaking. Four friends on the edge of graduating high school on a reservation in Oklahoma try to figure out what to do with their lives after their plans to go to California get abruptly messed up. Radical kindness as a concept often gets focused on accepting the enemy but what about accepting the weird stoner uncle who farts all the time and won't talk about his years in the army. I think that might be a more important goal of radical kindness, in truth, if we are being asked to look and accept reality for what it is, because growing comfortable with disappointment and the mundane let's us live without the relentless striving that drives perfectionism.

7. Skam (2015-2017)

"The second you start looking for hate, you find it. And when you find hate, you start hating."

A Norwegian teen drama that understood internet culture better than any show before or since, four season-long romance plots better than any romance film from that decade, and a masterfully constructed exhortation about leaning into failures of connection to build deeper compassion rather than demonize another person or group. Each season focused on a specific character within a high-school friend group, emphasizing the limited scope of subjective experience, and had them confront the challenges of opening up to others fully. And even when they return into the scenes with new protagonists, their lives weren't sorted perfectly, reflecting how resolving a single romantic plot point would not resolve life. The impact of this low-budget public-television web series (!!!) will be felt for years (it's already been referenced by Netflix juggernauts like Sex Education and Young Royals), but we're not likely to see something that juggles political themes, heartfelt characterization, realistic dialogue, and meta-commentary (it flashed its own hater and fan comments across the screen in the last episode!!) in such a obsession-inducing package anytime soon.

7. Boys Like Boys (2023)

"Because I have always been someone who hates myself, I don't have the courage to face it. Running away is my only option...What if I give myself one more chance to be brave?"

So how can a reality show make it onto a list of radically kind tv series, especially a dating show!? Well, when that reality dating show casts people who radiate warmth, vulnerability, and respect and seem to have the kind of chemistry that most scripted shows can't even manage, it's a good start. But then, when they elevate that cast with a format that addresses the cruelty of dating, elimination formats, and broader societal exclusion (an important consideration for a gay dating show), it offers a new model for future shows. Boys Like Boys did this when mid-season (spoiler alert) they had contestants vote out a contestant, only to provide the contestants with a vote in which they could retain a contestant who they didn't want to leave. In fact, many of the contestants asked if they could abstain from making a vote that would eliminate a constestant and were allowed to. The final result left one contestant, Jia-Hang, up for elimination--he had voted for himself to be eliminated, and many contestants, recognizing his reticence to continue on the program, didn't want to force him against his will to stay. Then, looking around at nearly the whole cast sobbing, even apologizing to him for not providing him enough support, Jia-Hang chooses to stay on. This is just one of many heart-warming authentic moments in the show that illustrate the vital influence of kindness to impact the trajectory of our hearts.

8. Joe Pera Talks With You (2018-2021)

"I can help you reach things. I can tend the garden. The different hours we keep are a good thing. And when they overlap, I can offer companionship and entertainment."

So much has been written about this show's groundbreaking kind approach, I'm going to quote instead: "It can be difficult to convey how a TV show airing on Cartoon Network’s provocative nighttime programming block Adult Swim can evoke almost nostalgic feelings of kind-heartedness. The premise of Joe Pera Talks With You is so simple as to almost be beside the point: Comedian Joe Pera plays a lightly fictionalized version of himself as a sweet Michigander, a middle-school chorus teacher with small and specific passions. Joe likes breakfast food, obscure trivia, beans, trips to the grocery store, and his grandma. He greets every day with a contented smile, stands beneath a pale blue sky, packs a balanced lunch that contains no surprises. (A turkey sandwich with cheese and a tomato, a banana, some trail mix, and as a treat, some cookies.) Joe, more than anything, is satisfied. His greatest joy is sharing these small pleasures with you, the viewer who exists on the other side of the fourth wall he has cleanly dismantled, often speaking quietly to the camera like he’s sharing a secret, just between you two. That he’s talking “with” and not “to” you is a crucial distinction in the show’s title: Joe never lectures nor rhapsodizes. Instead, he waxes poetic about what he loves and who he cares for and how he leads his life, telling his stories from a vulnerable position of welcoming you into his daily existence.” --“A Great Comedy About Being Good,” Allegra Frank for Vox

9. Anne with an E (2017-2019)

"Her life was not short on challenges, and still she held no grudges, believing instead that grace is perennial like the green, green grass."

While maligned for not being the 1980s version, this Netflix adaptation of Anne of Green Gables takes what many have read as an autistic subtext and made it text, giving Anne a performative quality that pushes a lot of the audience into the same irritation that the characters of Avonlea feel for Anne at first, and, thus, requires its audience to persevere toward the same kindness that Anne inspires in her adoptive mother figure, Marilla, among others, which is much more rewarding than simply identifying with Anne right away. In so doing, it enhances the development of its broader approach to acceptance--an approach in its insistence on the requirement of a community of kindredness (see Sebastian's excitement at finding out about the black community in "The Bog") that is much more rigorous than many other shows will cop to. Expanding far beyond literal adaptation into queer, black, and indigenous characters, without disguising history or disparaging the thematic seed of grace at the heart of the novels, Anne with an E imagines what it meant and what it might still mean to build real joyful community with others through kindness.

10. Little Bear (1995-2003)

"Interesting."

A childhood favorite that disguised in its simplicity a wide-openness to the world and an acceptance of different natures. While most child shows emphasize kindness, few do so with as much patience, wonder, and generosity extended to its viewers. Little Bear is a curious kid who goes on adventures in the woods around his house that can turn into games or small imagined experiences. He is sometimes with his friends Cat, Duck, Hen, Owl, and Emily, whose personalities, along with Little Bear's, bring about small tensions in their games that ultimately resolve, if not independently, then with the help of Mother Bear or Father Bear, who give each other knowing glances about the expected childhood behaviors. This is the first show that initially taught me to observe things while withholding my judgment, that first step of radical kindness.

12. The Andy Griffith Show (1960-1968)

"The key to happiness is finding joy in the simple things."

One really old and somewhat controversial throwback for my last entry. If you have concerns about a sheriff character representing radical kindness, I would encourage you to start with the third episode of season 3 where Andy, the sheriff in question, has to explain to the new mayor why he doesn't carry a gun and lets prisoners go to gather their crops. There have been some fantastic pieces written about the complexities of this show's bucolic fantasy and Southerners (of all races) attachment to it, but they all acknowledge a type of humanistic and deceptively simple virtue found in Mayberry that audiences long to witness, if not emulate themselves. It's a morality that resists the "hyperactive zealotry" and bureaucracy that the show satirizes through Barney Fife (along with guest characters like the new mayor) and instead emphasizes the understanding that one can have for each individual and the trickstery middle paths that one can find to address conflict.

[bobbydagen24]

a little list of some things I Hope to see if they do a 4th film.

also if you have any ideas of little things you'd like to see in the next film I'd love to hear them.

anyway my list would include.

its gotta still be a Bro zone centered adventure no side-lining them or any of the same crap they pulled with the world tour characters their still very much the focus. on whatever Journey the plot requires Poppy and Branch to go on and this way we see more of them learning abut each other like the other Bros being surprised by Branch's survival skills. and how he came to learn them and finding out just how dorkish Clay has become in his interests and how pampered and sheltered Bruce has been. to the point he's totally out of his element when they have to travel through forests and such. 2. a main villain that Judges Bro zone as a family this is a bit of a petty desire of mine lol but I'd love it if we had a villain who openly looked down on B zone. maybe the main villain is some sorta loner who believes in family being a weakness and nothing else so they judge Branch for letting his Brothers back into his life when he proved he was capable of surviving on his own. and also they just have a bitterness towards the concept of family for personal reasons so they see how flawed Bro zone are yet the fact that their still together as something to be mocked. 3. an actual none comedic mention of Grandma given how TBT sorta used her as a comedic gag in the two scenes in which she was relevant. so I just want her to for once be brought up without a bad Joke ruining the emotions of it like FR I just want one scene where she's brought up. and you actually just let the characters be serous about it maybe Branch finally tells them exactly how she died after refusing to talk about it for ages. and maybe he still blames himself somewhat for her death and was worried the brothers would think the same if they found out. 4. I've said about this one before but I Hope we see other Grey Trolls in the society it doesn't have to be a major plot point just something we see in the opening briefly. like I said before maybe Branch just casually Hanging out with other permanently Grey Trolls from different Tribes or even them having their own little group or something would be nice to see. I think the group idea would be a nice bit of worldbuilding and development as it would kinda show how differently Pop Village handles these kinda things now. where they aren't just about toxic positivity and brushing serous stuff to the side anymore but are actively encouraging people to talk about their darker emotions and such. 5. this one is probably the most unlikely on this list but I'd kinda like it if we saw Branch's colours get worse again and him actually feeling somewhat ashamed of it. maybe trying to hide it from his Brothers out of fear of either being judged or pitied. I just love the angst idea of him being found out and in a somewhat upset and frustrated way saying that he doesn't know why its happening again. claiming he's fine and that it must just be some kind of mistake on his bodies part and that it isn't his fault this time as that isn't who he is anymore. upsetting Poppy and his Brothers seeing him so clearly upset but obviously desperately trying to hide it and also the notion that he's ashamed of his Greyness and he sees it as something other people would blame him for is pretty sad. like I said it probably won't happen but Honestly I love the idea of actually showing his colours get worse again and him being insecure about it. especially in front of his Brothers it'd be emotional to see them see him this way. 6. another one that's maybe a bit out there but I kinda wanna see Peppy die as I feel him dying has some good story potential. for one it gives some angst to Poppy for a change she could blame herself as his death could happen as result of her actions maybe her not listenening to other people again. and trying to solve the conflict with the villain her own way results in them all being in danger and her dad dying to save her. and as a result her actions actually have permanent consequences for a change and she blames herself tho maybe on the outside she tries to slap a smile on her face.

but Branch sees through it and he can actually have a nice moment of helping her through things and even relating a bit given he blamed himself for what happened to his Grandma for years. plus it'd give Viva some heartbreak since she only just got him back in her life after all these years and now she's lost him again. which I feel in the end could bring her and Poppy even closer together. and like I said after TBT and the first film I'm desperate for some Poppy angst to balance things out a tad and actually give us some more scenes of Branch supporting her again. 😅😅😅😅 anyway those are some things I'd kinda like to see in a future film what about you?

[aspoonofsugar]

you wrote such a beautiful rwby analysis but unfortunately I think you put more thought into the plot than the entire writers room

Hi!

Thank you, I am happy you found my analysis beautiful!

That said, I am sorry, but I disagree with your statement. It is fine if you dislike the series and even if you criticize it, but as for me, I think the writing is rather strong.

Here are some thoughts, which aren't really directed at you, but rather are born by me seeing a tendency going around where it is somehow "cool" to outloud state RWBY is badly written. I even saw people like... "apologizing" because they enjoy the series. Newsflash...RWBY is good.

RWBY is a series with a writing that goes from decent to very good depending on the moment. I would give it from 7 to 8.5 or even 9 in some scenes. More importantly, it is a story the writers are clearly enjoying writing, as for now. This is why I like watching it. It is genuine, upfront in what it wants to say and it takes risks. Ironically, a series with limited resources shows much more freedom in execution than many other stories, which are economically backed up.

I would also add people keep talking about good writing, but never really elaborate on it... And like, trust me, I do think there is good writing and bad writing. The problem is that people just take examples of "well written series" and decide a series written differently must be bad. This isn't really the case.

First of all, let's focus only on a specific type of story, which is the kind most modern movies, books and series are. This type of story is built on 3 (4) factors:

Plot

Characters

Themes

(Worldbuilding)

I would say the first 3 are more important usually, but there are some stories where the worldbuilding is so strong it becomes its own selling point.

Now, a good story is usually strong in all these departments. The perfect story is top notch in all 3 (4). That is because a good plot usually lets you develop the characters better, which in turns helps exploring the theme.

However, here comes the amazing truth... even the most incredible stories. Even the masterpieces loved by everybody... even them... end up choosing only 1 or 2 of these aspects and sacrifice a little bit of the 3rd (and 4th) one.

Naoki Urasawa's Monster? Its focus is themes. He chooses to go all out on this department, which is why the story is so powerful and resonates so much with people. Still, to do so, he chooses to sacrifice some parts of the plot to the point... some mysteries are not really solved. Some people may be annoyed by it, but I would not call it a flaw. It is a choice. Leaving some things open enriches the themes.

Death Note? If the story has to choose between characters, themes and plot, it goes for plot. This is why despite having so many well liked characters, it is difficult to think of outstanding character arcs in it. The same goes for the themes, which are only touched superficially. This is why btw Death Note is not a fave of mine, really.

Now obviously, many examples can be done and we could discuss forever on some because there is always always always a subjective component. What I am trying to say is... there are different ways to write a story. Not all people would like the same. Luckily, we have tons of stories.

Back to RWBY. I would say RWBY shines when it comes to themes. Characters and plot are good and interesting, but what keeps the story together, despite it playing so much with genre is that it has a very strong thematic core. You can't invent it or fake it btw. See, Death Note's author tries to do it in later works (Platinum End cough cough), but fails. At the same time, there is another department RWBY is top notch and that is symbolism. RWBY has a very rich symbolic system. Again... surely there are coincidences, but like this is a little bit too much...imho.

Now, does it mean, the writers came up with all the patterns I and others find? Probably not, but here is the thing... writing has an unconscious component. If you go earnestly at it, you are bound to unconsciously create patterns. A good writer is able to recognize them (either consciously or unconciously) and to capitalize on them. So far, I think CRWBY has capitalized on the patterns they created. I also think it is clear they are very good at researching and at playing with different sources by going deep into them. Again, you can't come up with the Ever After if you have not read and even studied Alice in Wonderland. It is just impossible. You would end up with a shallow and uninteresting copy cat. The Ever After isn't that because it is used to explore themes, characters and lore in an interesting way. Hence... ladies and gentlemen... it is a fruit of... good writing.

But really, since people are not commenting on it... I would like to point out that in 5 episodes of less than 20 minutes, they have managed to introduce a whole world, with its own lore, set of characters and main story (Alyx's) and to tie it to the protagonists' predicament in a way that hits really hard thematically and psychologically... To do that you need exceptionally thight writing... it is not that simple to do...

Anyway, have a nice day anon and consider watching something else. Thanks God the world is full of stories!

[miilkyrolls]

okay fine, Murder at homecoming, YOU WIN

so i finally finished MaH after putting off continuing past chapter 1 since like...february and, i almost used this book as a diamond mine cause i preemptively was like "this looks lame 😒"

... i came, i laughed, i gasped, i yelled, i cried and i left... then i CAME BACK BECAUSE HOLY MOTHER OF REPLAY-ABILITY BATMAN🥲

but no this book hits right where it needed too. I know one of the biggest upsets people have with MaH is A) the villain being guessable and B) not solving Perdita's disappearance and sorta C/ B.2) it being a standalone. and imo for A, that's up to you to feel that way. imo cause choices is a visual form of content, it's kinda hard to have genuinely surprising "twist" villains cause the visuals already clue you into who done-did it unless they pull the twist straight out they ass(i feel this way about movies and shows too. the only way surprises genuinely get me is in books or podcasts, so non visual entertainment)

and B/C, i actually think NOT solving perdita's story AND making it a standalone was actually very mature of PB (first and possibly last time i'll ever say that in this day and age 💀). it's possible they might've made it their next teen drama series if they had the budget. But unfortunately it's honestly realistic. unfortunately a lot of women go missing and rarely do they get found alive and in a short amount of time (esp if you have as a bipoc mc/ perdita). it's an extremely tragic cookie crumble that unfortunately a lot of mysteries in our lives often take us our entire lives to solve and a lot of them we'll never solve in our lifetime. it's a great paradox / parallel to gabbie's death. it took us all of say 4/5 months (cause in the US, most schools go on winter break in late December) to solve with justice being fairly swift, fair, and harsh but unfortunately a lot of victims don't get their day for a long while, if ever. it's a healthy ying and yang of enjoying fictional justice but it being unrealistic with acknowledging the devastation of losing real victims while acknowledging those lost and their unsung stories that we should never completely give up on their days to come. (ofc however, i hc that perdita is still alive and uncovered corruption in the city and knew that making her family deal with legal repercussions would make their lives more difficult and be ostracized by the elites of Beachwood, so she just left and changed her identity. i like to think she did it also cause MC deserved to have a normal teenhood and not be ousted for her actions)

also i love the open and candid conversations around the treatment of queer children, bipoc mistreatment , misogyny, sa and grief. idk why but the ability to choose if you'd experienced homophobia/ transphobia based on your pronouns and who you've romanced, and tyler talking about thinking he was straight before meeting us (i had a masc body) idk why but i like that touch. i feel like PB kinda grazes over the aspect of being queer / trans and the concept of love, coming out, and society acceptance when your same sex romancing/ nonbinary so it's real shocking when they actually..idk address that thing😭. it's nice to have characters acknowledging their sexuality rather then just be automatically playersexual and everyone around them is just immediately accepting/ suddenly bigotry just seems to evaporate for mc's life/ society

also also, WE CAN BE POLY AND LIKE ITS CALLED POLY AND EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND THE LI WE DON'T CHOOSE AREN'T FORCED ONTO US/ GIVEN AS A OPTION

smaller things: i like the heavy usage of sound effects, idk why but i do. i like the flashbacks into mc's and perdita's relationship, the mix of free and paid clues that are non linear, STEVIE (yes she needs her own category)

overall: 9.2/10. i really like this book, it's going on my personal shelf next to the likes of crimes of passion (minus proposal...), Queen B, big sky country, blood bound, immortal desires 1, and with every heartbeat for my good book shelf

[magentagalaxies]

Kids in the Archive: Episode 4

it's been a while, but thanks to the influx of new-old kids in the hall scripts i got from bruce's storage last summer and the fact that i already finished all my homework for this week i'm happy to present a new episode of Kids in the Archive! for those unfamiliar, kids in the archive is my show in which i focus on one individual kids in the hall sketch and give you a behind-the-scenes comparison of script and screen

Previous Episodes: Episode 1 - armada finale ("do we make it?") Episode 2 - fran & gordon: the vacation Episode 3 - comfortable

for our return to the archives, i'll be covering the S1E16 classic "Is He?"

this sketch is one of my favorites from season one, and one of my favorite cathy and kathi sketches altogether. i'd cite this as one of the many examples of kith being ahead of its time with regards to gay humor - i've shown this sketch to other gen z's who had no idea "is he (limps wrist)" goes back further than online memes. as a queer-comedy-history nerd i already knew about the gesture's origin, but i still was taken aback by how all these jokes feel completely timeless

The Handwritten Notes

overall, this sketch is fairly faithful to the script i received, so there aren't quite as many "alternate version" moments to showcase. however, this script does have the interesting quirk of having handwritten changes to it that don't follow the version in the tv show. other scripts in my collection have this, and i'm fairly sure these notes were made for adapting the sketch to a live show or tour. the photo above selects the walkout music as "9 to 5", and sets the scene in a break room with coffee and donuts rather than at their desks. this might be an easier setup for a live show with more limited sets, and build in time for the fan reaction to seeing favorite characters return

unfortunately the version of "tour of duty" on youtube was taken down, so i can't now compare these notes to the version in that tour recording. i do remember that i liked that version less. while i enjoyed the wordplay and euphemisms on their own, i felt they slowed down the flow of an already good sketch and distracted from the existing punchline. none of these euphemisms are present in this sketch, but there is one handwritten edit that i think weakens the writing

The "Improv"

in my previous episode, i cleared up the misconception that comfortable featured a fully improvised exchange. kids in the hall rarely improvised full dialogue on-air, even if they used it at some stage in their writing process. however, there are still small "improvised" elements to these performances that show the performers putting their own spin on the established structure. in "comfortable", it was scott replacing the "da da da da" song with "hava nagila" (for some reason, we may never know). in the case of the cathys, this improv often comes from trailed off sentences

most instances of kathi's giggle aren't specified, but during the stage direction "bruce just giggles like a ninny" scott improvises some sentence fragments to cover for kathi's awkwardness

The Ending

as i previously mentioned, there's no big difference between the script i received and the sketch that made it to air. it's a mostly faithful transcript of all the dialogue that was spoken, with some written descriptions of actions that take place. i feel like i'm just describing what any script is at this point

overall, i enjoy having "is he?" in my collection, not because it presents an alternate reality with different casting and whole other scenes like some of my scripts, but because of the indescribable feeling of having the script this favorite sketch of mine was made from. every wonderful part of this sketch started out as just words on a page, and was built upon to create something truly special. again, i could be describing any script, but damn it i love "is he?"

as always, i hope you enjoyed this episode of "kids in the archive" and be sure to stay tuned for the next one (which will hopefully be coming out much sooner this time). if you have a specific sketch you'd like to see a script-to-screen comparison for let me know and if i have it i'll make an episode and tag you in it.

[henryscircus]

Usually posting ocs on here isn't the best idea but yknow, I wanna try it out :3

This is my klown Bubbles... my friends and I have this awesome thing called After Hours where we all have our own characters and I happened to have a shit ton of clowns (about 12 clowns, 4 of them aren't mine, and a single ringmaster LMAO)

This is one of those clowns, well, okay, he's a klown, like.. the movie Killer Klowns from Outer space, I just love the movie so much I made a klown of my own :o]

Hope you guys like him.. if you do idk maybe I'll post about the other n o r m a l clowns

(Art from july)

He's a tad bit silly (alien stranded on earth its okay tho because now he has a wife he loves dearly)