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[starryeyedjanai]

Ooo, outlaw Eddie?

thanks for the ask! 💕💕

He lays there for a few minutes, trying not to let the disappointment sink in. He’s contemplating getting up and facing this dreary day when he hears the sink running in the kitchen. His heartbeat picks up because his farmhands don't ever let themselves into his house without knocking, so it has to be him. It has to be Eddie. He stayed.

read parts 1 and 2 here

[starryeyedjanai]

My WIP filenames:

outlaw eddie part 3

rear-view au (steve/tommy/carol)

steddie5+1

he's something of a kiss and tell

Snippet:

He looks at them for a moment, on the couch, not paying attention to anyone but each other. He thinks the three of them are like that when they're together - no one else is even on their radar when the three of them are together. Is that normal? Is it normal to be so wrapped up in two people that you don't even register other people in the room? He thinks this is a scene that’s played out for as long as he’s known them. The three of them at a party ignoring everyone around them to talk to each other. Steve, absorbed in them, watching them together, talking to them, not paying attention to anyone but the two of them. Blowing off other people to hang out with his two favorite people. Ditching girls to be with them, even just to hang out and do nothing together. He’ll drop whatever he’s doing just to be near them. He realizes that it doesn't matter who he’s with or what he’s doing, if Tommy and Carol call for him, it’s been proven a dozen times over that he’s going to go to them.

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[rattanwhip]

miasma

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

I've been working on this fic on and off since I saw season 7 and at last I got it finished!! The idea has been haunting me since I saw the finale... what if Callum actually completed the spell that trapped Aaravos in the coin?

“The second it’s done, he’ll kill me. You won’t have anywhere to go. No ‘vessel’ to control. You’ll be trapped again… forever. That’s the destiny I choose. The one I write for myself!”

Callum squeezed his eyes shut, and when they opened, they locked on Rayla. Tears blurred her vision, but she blinked them away, not wanting to miss an instant of seeing his face. Not wanting a single second where he couldn’t see the plea in her gaze.

“I would have stayed with you forever.” His voice was a whisper now, only for her. “I would have spent thousands of peaceful days with you, and it would have been the greatest joy I could ask for.” He drew a shuddering breath and managed a smile. “But this way, you’ll still get thousands of peaceful days. And that makes me happy enough. I love you, Rayla. Be brave.”

“Callum!”

Her scream was drowned out by the sound of his voice as it rose with the words to the spell. A purple beam poured from the staff in his hands, and as soon as it touched Aaravos, he began to dissolve. Wisps of green melted from his body, stretching his form, pulling him apart until he was nothing but smoke.

As the last of Aaravos was absorbed into the coin, there was another bust of light— but not from Callum. In a streak of energy in every color of the rainbow, Ezran appeared on Zym’s back, a blade in his hand.

That blade, Rayla thought wildly, it looks like—

“Ezran?”

Rayla’s eyes snapped to Callum just in time to see him fall to his knees, the black in his eyes receding— only to be replaced a second later by searing white.

“Runaan,” Callum gasped as the white faded again. “Do it— do it now—" He doubled over, convulsing in time to the flickers of light in his eyes.

Panic seized Rayla, forcing her half out of her saddle with absolutely no plan for what to do after she fell. Could she throw her own body in the path of Runaan’s arrow? Could she help Callum fight the possession back?

“Runaan, please,” Callum wheezed.

Runaan’s eyes flicked from Callum to Rayla before coming to rest on Ezran. A tear fell from his eye.

“I’m so sorry,” he told Callum, his voice breaking. “I can’t.” And then, in a tone so quiet Rayla almost wondered if she imagined it: “Not again.”

Callum let out a piercing yell that distorted halfway through, deepening into Aaravos’s cry of triumph as light beamed from his eyes once more. Callum— Aaravos— laughed with enough unbridled, malicious delight that it took him two tries to get to his feet and grab Viren’s staff.

“Oh, this is too good! I thought your soft heart was all your own, Rayla, but it turns out it’s a family trait!” All at once, the glee dropped from his face. “Your parents would have done well to raise you better. In this world, all a soft heart is good for is getting you killed.”

He moved the staff so quickly that Rayla didn’t realize he was drawing a rune until its blast was speeding towards her. She leapt on instinct, pain shooting up her ankles as her feet made contact with the ground. It was nothing compared to the ache in her chest when she turned around. Her mount hadn’t been as lucky as she was.

Runaan sent an arrow shooting at Aaravos’s shoulder, but he dodged neatly, drawing one of Stella’s portals in the air with his staff and leaping through it. It deposited him directly in front of Rayla, who barely dodged the stream of fire he conjured. Pressing a hand to her singed hair, she rolled to her feet and whirled around to face him.

“You’re stronger than him, Callum, I know you are!” she cried. “Fight him off! Please!”

Aaravos laughed, bolts of lightning splitting from his staff. “Foolish child. Your beloved was warned of the consequences of performing my magic again.” A fork of electricity struck Rayla’s leg, and she fell to the ground with a scream. “He! Is! Mine!”

“Callum, come back to me!” Rayla barely recognized her voice, the words high and fractured. “You said you’d do anything for me!”

Aaravos inclined his head. “Did he? How sweet. You know, I can’t feel any stirrings of his will inside me at all. What do you think— should we give him some proper motivation? Venus frigoris!”

Cold, burning cold, blinding, agonizing cold. Rayla’s spine convulsed, her body contorting as a scream ripped from her throat. Other screams reached her ears, Ezran, and Runaan, but they were so far away—

The relief came all at once, her muscles relaxing, the cold fleeing, and she collapsed into sobs.

“Hmmm… no. I still can’t feel any resistance from him. Do you believe me now, assassin?”

Last time, Callum had screamed for her, had run for her, had held her face while her blood froze and taken on Finnegrin with nothing but his bare hands to make it stop. Now he stood over her with his lips curled in amusement.

There was nothing left of Callum anymore. He would never have hurt her if he had any power to stop it.

Assassin. Aaravos had formed the word carefully, mockery infused into every syllable. He would never expect her to go through with it. She could take him by surprise. She could end this.

She would never be able to live with herself. But the world would live on.

Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut, curling her hands around her blades behind her back.

“My heart for Xadia,” she whispered.

Aaravos inclined his head. “You’ll have to speak up if you want your final words to be remembered. Go on; I’m listening.”

Rayla flicked open her blades— and the tip of a sword appeared in Aaravos’s chest.

In Callum’s chest.

The white light in his eyes receded, leaving the beautiful green Rayla loved so well. They locked on hers for a second before fluttering closed as he dropped to the ground, sliding free of the sword to reveal Ezran with his hands on its hilt.

There was an eternity within a second in which everyone stood frozen. Rayla, paralyzed on the ground. Callum, dead at her feet. Ezran, a horror in his eyes that defied description or comprehension.

Then the blade fell from his hands, clattering against the stone, and the world woke up.

“I’m sorry.” The words were almost unintelligible through Ezran’s sobs as he fell to his knees. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry— I’m so— I’m sorry, I’m so—"

At last, Rayla managed a single breath, one that rattled in her broken chest, and managed a single, hoarse word. “Why?”

Ezran raised his ravaged face to hers. “Rayla, I’m sorry, I’m so—“

“Why didn’t you let me do it? I was going to do it. He’s your brother, and I’m—"

“You’re not a killer, Rayla.”

The words lacked the hysteria of his apologies. But Rayla had never imagined hearing that kind of absolute despair in the voice of a child.

“Neither are you!”

“No. But I am a king. And my first duty is to my people.” Finally, his voice broke again. “All but one.”

Rayla took his hot, soaked face in one hand and Callum’s stiff, cool hand in the other. She pulled both of them close, holding the three of them together one last time, even as they shattered.

…

“I’m going to kill you!” Callum roared.

He lunged for Aaravos, who was too stunned by his sudden movement to dodge his punch in time. Callum drove another fist into his jaw, and another, before Aaravos recovered enough to kick him in the stomach, sending him sprawling backwards. Callum drew a breath, then another, heedless of the pain, and forced himself back to his feet—

Only to find himself paralyzed, mid-lunge.

“That is enough, human.”

Callum screamed through his locked teeth as a head appeared in the stars above him— one whose nose was roughly the size of Callum’s whole body, and who glowed so brightly that it hurt to look at him.

What the…?

Frozen as he was, Callum was able to take in his surroundings for the first time. Both he and Aaravos stood on a transparent platform that floated in an endless night sky.

The head in front of him disappeared, and another appeared to his left. “You have accomplished many impossible feats,” she told him. “But even you cannot kill one who is already dead.”

Aaravos scoffed. “You can’t kill me. No one can. I will merely return to the stars, where I will bide my time for a paltry seven years.”

“No, Aaravos.” That came from a head on Callum’s right. “Had you been fatally wounded in a vessel, you would merely have returned to your true form. Had your true form been pierced by the fangs of an archdragon or the blade the humans call Nova, you would have returned to the stars. But you were mortally wounded by the Novablade in a mortal form. As such, you have forfeited your immortality.”

For the first time, Callum saw true fear in Aaravos’s eyes.

“No— no! That is not possible!”

“It does not matter whether or not you believe it,” the first head who had spoken told him. “You will know the truth of it soon enough.”

“But we are prepared to offer a compromise.” This came from the head to Callum’s left. “We will return you to the stars, if you return your key.”

“Key?”

Callum hadn’t realized he was able to move again until the word fell from his lips.

“Indeed, human. A key to all the magical secrets of the Startouch elves. It was given to Aaravos for safekeeping, long ago, but he has hidden it from us for millennia.”

“With good reason.” Aaravos locked eyes with Callum, his terror replaced by an equally unimaginable expression: pleading. “They call themselves dealers of cosmic justice, but they are little more than tyrants. They killed my daughter— a little girl with only the best of intentions— for giving magic to humans. The order they want to protect would leave your race powerless! If they have access to the knowledge they seek, the whole world will feel the consequences!”

“That is our offer, Aaravos,” the first head said, his voice emotionless. “Give us the key and return to the stars. Or keep it, and be erased along with it.”

“He doesn’t have it. As I do.”

As one, the full attention of the heads turned to Callum. It was… disconcerting.

Callum pulled the Key of Aaravos from his belt and held it out to them.

“That does not belong with you,” a head that had not yet spoken said sharply. “Return it to us, human.”

“I want the same deal you offered to Aaravos. I’ll give it to you if you return me to life.”

From beside Callum, Aaravos actually growled. “Are you really so selfish, mage? Would you allow these despots to strip you of everything just to buy yourself a few more years?”

“Not for me. For Rayla.” Callum closed her eyes, but her devastated face remained. Her screams still rang in his ears. “She’s lost enough. I won’t let her lose me too. I won’t let her suffer any more.”

“You fool!”

Callum opened his eyes again, looking past Aaravos and up to the heads once more. “Do we have a deal?”

They were silent, seeming to have some kind of mental debate. Then the first head spoke.

“We accept your terms. Give us the key, and we will return you to life.”

“But do not think you can escape cosmic justice,” said the head on his right. “You have not bought yourself a life. Merely extra time.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

Callum tried to sound respectful, contrite. Inside, he burned. Whatever time he’d borrowed would be enough— he’d make it so. After all, as one of the judges herself had said, he’d done many impossible things. What was one more?

He released the key, and it floated up to the head above him, where it disappeared into light.

“It is done,” the head announced. “You will be returned to your mortal form. And you—” he turned to Aaravos— “will be reunited with your daughter at last.”

Aaravos rose into the air as if yanked by invisible strings, writing all the while. “You have no idea what you’ve done!” he screamed at Callum. “No idea what I’ve sacrificed to save you from this future! You have doomed—“

But he didn’t get to finish before he burst into light.

When the searing glow receded, the stars and the heads and Aaravos were all gone. In their place was the most beautiful face Callum had ever laid eyes on, even as it was swollen and tearstained in a way that drove spikes of pain through his chest.

“Rayla,” he rasped.

The word was almost inaudible by the time he pushed it past the emotion choking his throat, but her eyes still snapped to his.

“Callum!” she shrieked, throwing herself at him with enough force to send him sprawling back against the ground. He could only manage a wheeze as he hugged her back, and she pulled away quickly.

“Your wound— did I make it worse? How are you even— you got stabbed— you were dead—"

“Yeah. I know. Luckily, even the cosmic judges couldn’t resist my charms.”

Ezran appeared beside Rayla, his eyes as red as his tunic. “You talked them into letting you come back?”

“More or less.” Callum’s fingers brushed the pouch in his belt where he had kept the Key of Aaravos, now decidedly empty. “Turns out I still had a bargaining chip they wanted.”

“What…?” Rayla started, but Callum shook his head.

“I’ll explain later.”

“Callum…” Twin tears squeezed their way out of Ezran’s swollen eyes. “I’m sorry— I’m so sorry—"

“Hey, hey, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Callum reached out, wiping the tears from his brother’s cheeks. “You did the right thing. I’m so proud of you.”

Ezran managed a wet laugh. “That’s so messed up.”

“Yeah, well, so are we.” Callum reached for Rayla’s hand with his free one, and she entwined her fingers with his. “But you know what else we are? Still here. We’re here, and Aaravos isn’t.”

“We saw a shooting star,” Rayla rasped. “Janai said it crashed in the Midnight Desert. Does that mean… is Aaravos…”

“Aaravos isn’t a threat anymore. Not now, not ever. Apparently, the Novablade was enough to kill him if he was bound to a mortal form.” Callum glanced at Ezran. “You see what I mean? You did it!”

Ezran wiped his eyes with shaking hands and managed a small laugh. “We did it. The three of us.”

“Oh, not this again. I know I spent part of our first trip as an egg, but I still counted. And who do you think flew Ezran here in time to kill Callum? The four of us made a difference. Actually, the six of us, since Bait and Stella deserve just as much credit—"

Callum leapt into Rayla’s lap and Ezran ducked behind them, all three of them whirling to face Zym. He stared back at them, perfectly straight-faced.

“Zym,” Ezran said slowly, “did you just…”

“Talk? Yeah. I figured it out a while ago, but I was just… waiting for the right moment. Was that not it?”

“Since you were bragging about how you helped kill me, I’m going to go with no,” Callum said drily.

“Come on, Callum.” Rayla dropped a kiss on his head, then beamed at Zym. “There’s no time like the present.”

“All right, all right.” Callum held out an arm to Zym. “Come here, you.”

Somewhere among the stars was an all-powerful, immortal race of elves with the knowledge they needed to force their will upon all of humanity. Somewhere in the future was a day when Callum would face the end of the time he’d borrowed. Somewhere beyond this tower were cities that needed to rebuilt, bodies that needed to be buried, alliances that needed to be made.

But there was no time like the present. And right here, right now, was the last of the dragonguard and the king of Katolis, the prince of the dragons and the first human primal mage, all clustered together in a knot of limbs and tears and laughter, holding each other together with their love.

And it was all they needed to make a difference, come what may.

[bleach-is-yummy]

Okay was it just me or was the wedding between Amaya & Janai done really badly.

Firstly, I just like to say I’m not deaf but over the last couple years I’ve been trying to learn ASL, through college courses and personal research, as I think it’s a really important language for a lot of people to learn. I haven’t been the greatest at it but I’ve been learning more and more steadily as well as learning a lot about the culture through both my deaf professors and some firsthand experiences from other deaf people. 

Having said this watching Amaya and Janai’s wedding this season had me absolutely stunned by how terribly they did my girl Amaya. Don’t get me wrong Ive hardcore shipped both of them since they’ve met but the accessibly of that wedding was just awful. It was so bad I had to go back to Amayas Wikipedia page to make sure I didn’t misunderstand and she was just mute as it would have been impossible for her to have understood anything that was evening said throughout that entire wedding.

No one was signing to her! At first I thought maybe Gren was in her line of sight signing from the background, but then we saw him step out from behind her meaning no one was signing or interpreting for her that entire time! That’s not even to mention that her wife, the person that she is going to swear herself to didn’t even bother to sign her vows meaning that she had to lipread the entire time! I have learned from firsthand accounts that lip reading is an incredibly inconvenient and inaccurate way to have a conversation with people who cannot hear! For God sake, her own interpreter didn’t even sign his speech!! he even had to read out her speech to her wife meaning not only does Janai not speak sign language the primary language her wife uses, but also cannot read it for the most part as well.

Now I probably cannot sign or understand sign that much better than Janai can but then again I am not marrying someone who is deaf! Why did the show runners not have her at least get a rudimentary grasp on the language her wife speaks. If it was an issue with the audience understanding what was being said then why didn’t she just sign along with her speech? I’m am in absolute awe because they usually handled Amaya’s deafness really well but for this wedding it was handled so poorly. She was even facing away from most of the people that were talking making it impossible for her to have gleaned any amount of information from anyone. She had people talking in front of her and she had people talking to her while their mouths were covered or while they were looking down. 

I don’t know if I’m blowing this out of proportion or misunderstanding things, but I feel like this wedding could’ve been done so much better if they made it accessible for both parties involved. To me it didn’t feel romantic. It felt like something they put in because the audience wanted these two to get married. It wasn’t something that I was awing at despite shipping these two for so long I really wanted this wedding to be something great and beautiful but the whole time I was just yelling at the screen because how could this be romantic for Amaya, she probably couldn’t even make out most of the things being said. No steps were taken to make this feel like an accessible wedding and it just ruins that whole scene for me. 

[themistdragon]

Fellow TDP Enjoyers: A Fanfic Pitch

College AU

Ezran and Callum live with Amaya and Janai (married) after the deaths of their parents

Callum is a Studio Arts and Chemistry double major (smart lad)

Ezran is in high school

Rayla met and dated Callum in high school, but they broke up after Rayla moved away :(

Callum walks into art class, where they are doing full body charcoal drawings of a live model

Said live model turns out to be Rayla

Rayla goes to the same college as Callum (she does fencing and gymnastics)

Callum and Rayla meet for lunch and study dates

Callum goes to Rayla's gymnastics practices and competitions

Callum gets to draw her in class (and eventually outside of it too)

They rekindle their love :)

Thoughts??

[stobinesque]

another prompt: stomarol + shiver

I opened my notifications for a minute and barely read this prompt before the first bit of it was writing itself in my head, so take your stomarol filth, janai! i may or may not expand on this at some future point.

I have lots of prompts whose fics won't need to exist below a cut, but this is not one of them!

prompt: 'shiver' | wc: 250 | tags: Stomarol, oral sex, face-fucking, light manhandling

"Bet I'm better at eating pussy than you, Stevie." 

Steve cocked an eyebrow Tommy's way. "Why do you think that?"

"I've been doing it longer."

"And I've done it with more girls!"

They both turned to look at Carol, who regarded them with barely concealed amusement.

"What? And I'm supposed to be the judge of that?”

"Fuck, Tommy," Carol moaned. Her bare chest rose and fell with each gasping breath, and Steve's gaze was fixated on the swell of her breasts. "Steve— move him a little higher."

Steve used the hand he had tangled in Tommy’s hair to tilt his head up at Carol's request. "Y'know, I feel like this is cheating?"

"D-don't care. Fuck, right there!"

"You want his fingers now?"

Carol puffed out a small breath and shook her head. "You didn't use yours— wouldn't be fair." 

"Oh yeah, now you care about fairness." Steve rolled his eyes. "I just think you wanna get a couple good orgasms out of us."

Carol snorted. "if I wanted to get good orgasms I'd use my own h-han—ohhhh, fuck." Shivers traveled the length of her body, and her hips bucked up against Tommy's face uncontrollably.

Steve wasn't going to let Tommy up for air until he'd brought Carol over the edge, so he shot back a comeback on his behalf. "You were saying?"

"Oh, sh-shut up, Harrington."

"Make me, Perkins."

"Gimme a minute and I will."

"So, verdict?"

"Nuh-uh, if I pick, neither of you are gonna do that again."

I’m celebrating 250 followers! Send in a pairing and a (one word) prompt for a drabble!

[dragonprince-imagines]

Can you do a Jania x reader x Amaya that’s it thats the request

God I wish that were me.

It can make one a little insecure, being in a relationship with a pair of Amazonian warrior noblewomen. Luckily you don’t get many chances to feel that way, being as they’re both the affectionate type and very adept at reading people. Sometimes to the point of annoyance.

Janai enjoys spoiling her lovers at the end of the day by cozying up and chatting about anything and everything. It’s so nice to get a break from bureaucracy and discuss the weather for once. And when the year grows cold and her heated body is sandwiched between you two? Please. In the summertime, you and Amaya will just have to endure. Exiling a queen from her bed comes with severe consequences: an overly hot cuddlemonkey-hug that cannot be broken free from.

Amaya has a mischievous streak and likes to play around with the both of you. When she comes to visit Janai with you and spots her talking with the Six Horns, she shifts so you can’t read her hands and quickly signs something that has Janai choking on air. Or when you’re dealing with matters of state, she quickly gets your attention and signs what she really thinks of this try-hard diplomat under the guise of professionalism. It’s a challenge to keep a straight face and whichever one of you breaks first will be teased until the end of time.

[mynameisnotthepoint]

Ossan no pantsu EP 3

Disclaimer: I had already watched this drama with subs that were mostly machine translated, so this is less of a first time reaction and more of an "i finally have the whole picture now". This will contain spoilers, so be warned!

As always: thank you to @isaksbestpillow for continuing to provide us with excellent subs to this drama!!

Quote (translation by isaksbestpillow) I believe that Kakeru is thinking of a way to connect with the rest of the world right now. Maybe you could start with supporting him on that journey. (Daichi to Makoto)

My jumbled thoughts/recap I love this building up frustration Kakeru and Makoto have with getting ready/rehearsing to get ready. I think this is also where I really noticed that Kakeru has grown out his hair, it has that choppy look of going from a few milimetres to like 10 cm (same length everywhere, which is what I have been doing for the past year, Kakeru's hair grows fast!). Kakeru seems to really be shedding his old life of baseball and typical boy stuff, but his room has this contrast between his bed, little table and coat rack with a few things that are really to his taste, while the rest of the room still holds the old "boyish" stuff from his childhood.

Makoto's style is truly that one from the "just own the same pants and shirt and jacket in several colors, that way you can mix and match!" videos. Him keeping the leather jacket from his youth, such a thing my stepdad did! (his jacket is still in good shape, though).

Kakeru's story of slowly inching back to the outside world and being percieved by people (especially people his age) is told with such care. Never is he made fun by the narrative, nor are his choice of clothing style or his interests ridiculed. (BTW, a few days ago i watched a fansub of 0.5 no Otoko about a reclusive gamer uncle who is forced to live with his sibling's family after living with his parents for a long time, it was really good!!).

I also love his outfits so much!!! (and look!! he made it outside!!)

From looking at Daichi and his interests, he doesn't seem the one to be most hellbent on following trends. Yet, because he is young, Makoto thinks he will know everything about the popular things with the youth. Later, he also has to call his wife to find a present that Daichi could give to his boyfriend's family. Makoto doesn't really trust his own judgement, is quick to try and help but never thinks if he actually knows how to. It also shows that he doesn't consider his wife's job that important, because he calls Mika several times during her shift for something he could have asked beforehand i.e. help w the present. He didn't even seem to know that she had returned to work after taking time off to look after their son. Mika is always holding back, stowing more sorrow and hurt away so she can serve people (at work, and at home...) with a smile on her face.

Daichi also never says his boyfriend's name, I've noticed. And the fact that he wants to make a good impression on parents that he might never get to meet is something that a lot of queer people have to deal with. Daichi knows what it is like to grow up different, knows what being queer means but also how it keeps you from doing certain things society expect you to do. I am so so glad that Kakeru has someone like Daichi in his life, and honestly also that Makoto can discuss things with Daichi, who has already faced the hurt but also experienced the joy of being queer (he has other queer friends! his mom accepts him!).

Makoto and Daichi talk about being transgender and the difference between men who like to wear women's clothes and who are attracted to women. Which, interestingly enough, Makoto knows someone! Harinishi also gives him a perspective on truly embracing who you are and wearing what you want, even buying it yourself because you want to know what the fabric feels like. Which makes me wonder - where did Kakeru get the clothes from? Did Mika or Moe buy them for him?

In the shop with Daichi, Makoto finds something that would fit Kakeru's current interests, but refrains from buying it after the shop assistant asks him if it's for his daughter. He is shown later in the episode buying it with pride for his son. Just like with the cakes in the first episode, if it is something Makoto can make someone else happy with and is made aware of, he can do it with pride. I think that is his strength, to realize that something is truly not working, find the better option, and change so he uses that option. He of course has huge foot in mouth syndrome, like when he tells Daichi's mom her son is wonderful and then adds it's almost a shame that he's gay...

But here lies the crux of Makoto's problems: He wants to help now, make decisions now. But that is just not possible when you don't know who you are and what you want! So the most important thing he has to learn is patience to let other figure it out and patience to listen when they eventually tell them their findings.

I love this loaf. (Also, i love that the TV program that is on is about Mika's favourite idol group).

[raayllum]

Janai sitting up (probably all night) with Amaya's sword, tucking their wedding flowers in it, just hoping she the woman she loves has returned safe and sound (because Amaya is strong and capable and equal to her own prowess), even as she worries. (Also makes me think about how this one night, as awful as it is, is what Callum went through for two years, lmao).

I also like how this scene is between her and Miyana (who is also, unknown to Janai, separated from her lover) for a few reasons. The first is that it's just cool to have a scene between two Black woman in anything, nevermind a fantasy show, and having a scene where they just discuss other women (first Amaya, and then Kim'Dael). Then there's the fact we move from overt romance to politics (underlying with romance lmao) as well as the implied history between Janai and Miyana.

The first is that she's close enough to the queen to enter her private chambers, and to be the one sent to notify Janai that 1) her wife-to-be isn't back yet and 2) that there's a security issue in the camp.

With Janai and Miyana likely suspecting the same thing: this is one of Karim's ploys. (Also love Kim'Dael being referred to as a ghost, as we know how Moonshadow-y that term is to begin with.) And Janai asking if she can trust her with her back literally turned

Then we see notions of trust and loyalty (to people, to your love vs the crown) coming back in. As Amaya stated just a couple episodes earlier, trusting people with your burdens and secrets is an important part of relationships. And the implication here is that outside of her missing fiancee and traitor brother, Miyana (who Janai is now referring to on a first name basis > her rank or full title) is someone Janai has known for a long time. Someone she's close to, enough to trust her with this. With anything ("I'll do anything to save my son" - something that Viren ultimately couldn't trust with his mentor or his wife). And in contrast to Janai's informality, Miyana remains both formal but with the appearance of loyalty ("my queen"), disregarding the wishes of her ruler because her loyalty is primarily to her love.

Which also ties back into Janai recognizing in regards to Rayllum that "I may be queen, but even I can't stop those two once they've set their minds on something," all of which not boding well for Ezran / the trio next season, either.

[sidekick-hero]

end of beginning for wip weekend 💕💕💕

Good morning dear, thank you so so much for asking for my new pet project I really don't have time for but fell into way too deep to stop now 😅💜💜💜

This continues right where this one left off. As seems to be the par with this story, more than three lines just spilled out of me.

"Listen, I know a thing or two about thinking you're not good enough. Not deserving of the good things that happen to you. And I'm pretty sure I could tell you that there was no mistake and that you deserve this until I'm blue in the face, it wouldn't change anything, would it?" Steve nods because it's true. How would Eddie know, who just half an hour ago didn't know Steve from Adam. "So how about this perspective. What would be the worst thing that could happen if you took the risk anyway? Imagine you take the offer and then it turns out they really did make a mistake. What's the worst thing that could happen?" When Steve opens his mouth to answer, Eddie silences him with a hand over his mouth and Steve blinks at him, eyes wide in surprise. "You don't have to answer me." He says, taking his hand away with a slightly apologetic smile. "Just think about it. Think about the best that could happen if it wasn't a mistake and the worst if it was and then decide if it's worth the risk. Because if you feel like it's not that much of a risk, that the worst is something you could somehow handle, then why let it hold you back? I think your scary friend would agree with me that there is a high probability that you actually did very well. I don't know you, man, but I know I'd like to see you act. And not just because you're really pretty." Eddie's eyes suddenly widen and Steve thinks he didn't mean to say that last part. He looks a lot like a deer caught in the headlights and Steve wants to make him feel better, to bring them back to equal footing. "Well, if it was just about being really pretty, you'd be a great actor too." The pink dusting on Eddie's cheeks darkens at Steve's words, and he hides a smile behind a lock of his dark curls. Still got it, Harrington, Steve thinks.

Make me write 🙏🥰 (I'm just switching this to a long WIP Weekend)

[starryeyedjanai]

actually just kidding I also want some "outlaw eddie part 3" for WIP Wednesday ;)

i did make you write for your bangfic and the haunting of harrington house, so it's only fair :)

He gets out of the warmth of his bed and walks through his open bedroom door and into the living area. He sees Eddie’s boots are still perched next to his own at the front door. He’s never felt the kind of emotion that washes over him when he sees that. He’s never had someone stay like this before. Eddie’s eyes snap up as he walks into the kitchen, his hand dropping from his mouth, like he was biting his nails before Steve walked in. The nervousness seems to melt a little, thaws as Eddie looks at him. He smirks a little and says, “How are you still so devastating so early in the morning?”

read parts one and two here

[sorinethemastermind]

Drunken love confessions! 5 and 14 for Janaya!

"Aren't you going to drink anything?" Gren asked, coming up behind her. Janai turned to see him and Amaya standing there, her hands still in motion. "It's supposed to be a party."

Janai shook her head but didn't elaborate. Amaya followed her gaze across the room to the happy new couple, still dancing even though everybody else had left the floor.

"You're worried." Gren translated, and Janai turned to face her wife, her expression admission enough.

Amaya wrapped an arm brusquely around her shoulders. "You don't need to be. They're strong. Stronger than we were, at their age."

"I know that." Janai said. "But I still worry. They've been through enough. And now she is Queen." she sighed.

Amaya signed something quickly to Gren, too fast for Janai to catch, and he vanished into the crowd. He returned moments later with a drink. Or more, a tray of drinks. Amaya grinned at her.

You won't be worried soon. Amaya signed, and Janai couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

"You are a bad influence."

But she joined them, each of them taking a shot. Gren was barely able to get his down before he started choking, and then it was hard to be worried because she was laughing, Amaya slapping him on the back so hard he nearly toppled out of his chair. He only lasted a few more rounds before he staggered to his feet and announced that he was going to go and find a bathroom, leaving the pair of them alone.

Amaya handed her another glass, barely even seeming buzzed.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Janai asked her, not wanting to admit that she felt a little tipsy.

I thought humans didn't have magic? Amaya signed back.

Janai laughed, and it was loud even to her ears. But Amaya was right about one thing; she wasn't worried. Because how could she be, when this warrior, capable of downing five shots without blinking, was also her wife?

By seven Janai was beginning to consider following Gren.

Had enough? Amaya asked her, eyebrow raised, and Janai laughed. The world around her wife seemed almost rose tinted, and she realized that no one else made her laugh quite like Amaya did. She also realized she probably going to be sick.

"What do you humans put in this stuff?" she asked as Amaya helped her out of the main hall.

That's a secret. Amaya told her. This is my from my personal collection.

"Your-" Janai shook her head. Except that might have been a bad idea, because it spun the world out of focus.

"You're cute." she said. "And a bit blurry. But definitely also cute."

Amaya rolled her eyes, but her hands were already in motion. You're drunk. A pause. But you are too.

And then it was just them out in the hall, the festivities forgotten behind them. And Janai felt a bit more like she could breath. She used to run and play in that hall, some part of her thought. Now it only made her anxious.

Are you alright? Amaya gave her a concerned look.

Janai tried to say that she was fine, but the drink had loosened her tongue, and the truth slipped out instead. "Am I a bad mother?"

Amaya shook her head instantly. You are a wonderful mother.

"But how can that be true? Aislynn is queen now."

Do you remember the cakes?

"The... cakes?"

When you were deciding if you wanted to be queen or be with me, I told you that it wasn't a choice. To just have both things. You do not have to be queen to be Aislynn's mother.

"But as Queen I could protect her." Janai said, "And now... now I cannot."

You will always protect her. But maybe now she does not need it anymore.

"But as a mother it is your duty to ensure that your children never have to face what you did. And I had to face being queen, and now-"

Aislynn chose this. Amaya reminder her. Aislynn chose this the same way you did. You may think you do not understand it, but you do.

Janai sighed, sitting down against the wall with Amaya beside her. "You are so smart." She smiled, tucking a strand of hair out of her wife's face. "And so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

You couldn't let me down if you tried.

[a-certain-elf]

34. Have fun

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

Thx for the ask/prompt! I also decided to turn this into a birthday fic for Amaya :D hope you enjoy!

P.S it gets a little steamy so, you`ve been warned

Today was a special day. 

Every day with Amaya in her life was special but today even more so. It was Amayas birthday after all. Janai knew that. She had prepared for the event well in advance. She made sure that her duties as queen wouldn`t keep her from spending the entire day with her soon to be wife. It meant that she had to put in a few late nights but it was worth it. There is nothing she loves more than making Amaya happy.

It was also a chance to give something back to her love for all the support she's gotten by her, especially the last few weeks. Miyana’s betrayal and the constant nightmares weigh heavily on Janai's mind and Amaya took every opportunity to cheer her up and help her with her duties even if it meant even more work for the general. Amayas birthday was the perfect excuse to focus her energy on something positive.

She was well aware of Amayas usual birthday activities. She is usually sparring with her entire Battalion at once with Gren as the referee. And her soldiers look forward to the opportunity every year as the first person to land a hit on her would be promoted immediately. None of them managed so far. This year might be different however as Amaya allowed the remaining loyal sunfire soldiers to compete as well. As far as Janai was aware the entire camp was looking forward to it. 

There were other things to do before that though. One of which included waking the women in question. And only one person was up to the task.

She had Gren wake her before Amaya woke up and they both snuck out to prepare breakfast. The most important meal of the day. When they were done she went to wake the sleeping beauty. Janai entered the tent she shared with Amaya to the sound of light snoring. The general was in her usual sleeping position: sprawled out across the entire bed hugging all the pillows to be found close by. She had her back turned towards Janai so there was no way that she could notice her. 

Janai moved to the center of the tent and moved some of the blinds out of the way to let the morning sun into the tent. The rays now entering the tent through a genius array of reflective sheets. It was enough to make the human stir and she was now facing Janai. Eyes still closed shut but one of her arms now dangling over the edge of the bed. That gave Janai an Idea.

She slowly moved closer towards the bed, taking in and savoring the image of the usual energetic Amaya sleeping peacefully in between 5 pillows. It made her smile.

She kneeled next to the bed and put Amayas hand in hers, stroking the back of her lover's hand with her thumb. That made Amaya smile softly in her sleep but it didn't wake her. 

“I see” Janai said to herself, now smirking “I`ll have to be more persistent. Maybe if I-” she guided her lover's hand to her mouth and softly kissed her fingers. When that didn't muster a reaction she moved her lips to the palm of her hand. Feeling the different skin texture of the scar where she burned into Amayas skin 2 years ago. I made her feel saddened for a brief moment. That feeling was quickly chased away by her love for the women laying in front of her.

Now as if to try and make up for it she slowly began kissing her way up Amayas arm. Tracing every inch of skin with her lips. Moving as delicately as if Amaya was made out of thin glass. If Amaya would have been awake she surely would have blushed from the tender display of affection in front of her. 

Janai slowly creeped forward, now reaching Amayas elbow. She took the time to roll back Amayas sleeves. Revealing even more of her skin. What she didn't notice were 2 brown eyes looking at her through half open eyelids following her. She didn`t interrupt Janai however. Too mesmerized by how delicate the elf was in her efforts. She knew very well where Janai intended to end up on her journey so she closed her eyes and waited. Not wanting to interrupt and ruin the moment even though the anticipation was driving her crazy.

The Queen worked her way up Amayas arm and took the liberty of opening her fiancès gambeson enough to reveal her shoulder and continued her delicate assault with kisses there. This made Amaya moan quietly and send a shiver down her spine. Janai noticed and interrupted her mission to chuckle to herself. She quickly resumed her journey over Amayas shoulder up the side of her neck. Now not only kissing but positively vibrating with excitement. Every kiss she placed made it more and more difficult for Amaya to pretend-sleep and Janai knew it. Enjoyed it even. It was fun to tease back every once in a while. Especially in their private moments.

There was now only one place left to kiss. Janai pulled back for a moment to admire Amayas flustered face before slowly placing a soft kiss and Amayas lips that was immediately reciprocated. It had been an agonizing experience for Amaya but the reward was all the more worth it. Now that the wait was over she deepened the kiss, her tongue not so gently pushing into Janais mouth.

Janai happily parted her lips to grant Amaya entry and the both pulled each other closer as their soft kiss turned something more heated. Janai loved how worked up she could get Amaya and she equally loved how the human repaid her for it.

Janai pulled away from each other with Amaya being a little grumpy since she would very much like to continue where they left off. Janai just smiled and pulled back a little so sign “Happy Birthday” Amaya smiled and pulled her in for another soft kiss and signed back “Thank you”

“We have a busy day ahead of us, starting with breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day after all, no?”  

Amaya just laughed and started signing “You`re right it is. And I'm sure Gren and Kazi are waiting for us” Janai simply nodded. Amayas grin turned predatory as she slid off her already half removed gambeson. Now leaving her upper body completely exposed. She noticed Janai not so shamelessly staring at her breasts and snapped her fingers to get her attention. When she was sure she got it she started signing “Well they`re gonna have to wait a little longer because it's my birthday and I order you to finish what you started”. It was now Janais turn to blush a little as Amaya grabbed her by the neck, kissed her hard and dragged her down with her into the sheets.

They later found their breakfast waiting for them outside their tent with a little note next to it.

“We knew that would happen” G K

[dio-icarticaae]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Dragon Prince (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amaya/Janai (The Dragon Prince) Characters: Janai (The Dragon Prince), Amaya (The Dragon Prince) Additional Tags: Relationship Study, Character Study, Established Relationship, Hope, The Sun Seed (The Dragon Prince) Series: Part 6 of The Dragon Prince Prism Event Summary:

Something caught Amaya's attention, and she brought her horse to a sudden stop. She turned towards Janai and signed, "There is a glow over there. That could be something." "You're right," Janai looked in the direction Amaya indicated. “It could be something made from the Sunforge. We should go check it out.”

Or: Janai, Amaya, and the Sun Seed Written for @tdp-prism-event-2024 for the prompt: Reward - prize, karma, success, gifts, power

[wolfheartsstuff]

"I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just let my friend go."

*rubs hands together enthusiastically*

Oh, this will be fun!!! (Forgive me for changing a word from the prompt it just makes more sense if I used the word "wife" instead of "friend")

"I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just let my wife go." Janai pleaded as the blood elf's claws lightly pierced the soft flesh beneath them, causing small beads of blood to roll down the human's neck. Kim'dael smirked at the queen's words. "Anything you say?" She asked. Her blood red eyes seemed to search the Sunfire queen's face as she nodded. "Yes, anything. Just let Amaya go."

"Then release me from my debt." The blood elf requested, to the queen's shock."No! I will never release you." Janai said with a slight growl as she saw the elf's claws sink slightly deeper, forcing a pained whimper from Amaya."Are you sure about that choice?" She asked lowly.

She finally saw the queen's resolve break. Janai spoke the words she never thought would leave her mouth, "Im sorry grandmother. Kim'dael of the Blood Moon, I release your debt." The golden collar around Kim'dael's neck glowed like white hot metal as it split down the middle, revealing scarred flesh from when her grandmother first gave it to her as it fell to the ground.

"Thank you, and as promised." The elf released Amaya before disappearing in a cloud of red mist. The two lovers reunited in a soft embrace.