#kaan & able

[damez1979]

Dying Light: The Following - Kaan & Able

[bluestjayy]

your tags on that omegaverse post tho 👀

I could truly write a[nother] dissertation on my own fic lore and that might be the cringiest thing about me 😭✌️

But yeah! I've put a little more information under the cut for anyone who is interested 💛

The current and first fic in the series features Omega Pete (who begins as a Kuen-Kaan Omega - which in the lore of this verse is an Omega who has reached a certain age without going through their second presentation, a biological process that is triggered from being knotted for the first time, similar to some species that go through sexual maturity/biologically become fertile at different rates or in relation to viable mates. Without their second presentation, Omega's don't have heats, and their scents will be unique. In modern society it's widely considered a bad thing, it's used in media a lot the way a spinster is used a lot, this rhetoric that you can only be Kaan if you're of a certain age and have still never 'taken a knot' like 'omegas are supposed to' and thus have failed your 'biological purpose', but ofc there's nuance to that, Omega's can still have sex without taking a knot - I could go on about this forever) and Pete is not 100% comfortable in his gender because of stereotypes and how he never sees himself fitting into them etc. which isn't helped by other characters he comes across and their views on not just Omega's, but various other subgenders and specifically the idea of Pete being a Kaan Omega.

We also have Alpha Vegas, who has also always considered himself broken, but in actual fact is just dealing with a typical crisis of identity when an alpha driven society twists and poisons the stereotype of all the subgenders (including their own, wildly enough) so where Vegas believes 'i am broken for not feeling xyz, it is in fact just that in a modern society the way we interpret our instincts has to change and adapt, it's just no one is gonna talk about that. A good example I've brought up in text is the idea that Alpha's crave territory, but in a modern society how do they achieve that when it's something reserved for those financially able and if nothing else there's been a population boom? So it's all the modern ways that people change and adapt to their subgender instincts.

I won't talk too much about KimChay yet, but I know there are a few people looking forward to what is coming for them and honestly I am too, their arc is SO fascinating to me.

Kim has already appeared in this fic, and he is an Alpha, and I guess as a small spoiler I will say is that Chay in this series is a Beta.

If I got into the full system I am working with for Alpha Beta and Omega dynamics I'm playing with I'd be here for hours. Some of it is the same as traditional but I'm also growing a lot of it from home as well so... 👀

Early on I made a lore document, and this is linked in the fic as well, but for anyone interested you can find it here.

That has pretty much everything re: my evolutionary and biological lore in it (so you might be able to see how certain themes for certain characters are going to start emerging, esp for KimChay 👀👀)

If you read this whole thing, I am on my knees proposing thank you for coming to my ted talk about my fic (which you can find here - if VegasPete isn't your thing, the KimChay arc is on the horizon, so keep your eye out for that) and I apologise for my intense need to yap about this verse 😭

[sweetheartmotives]

What my yan ocs are scared of! =D

Desc and possible Cw: None except maybe death?

Let me know if I missed any!

Kaan, the yan vampire: onions and garlic. Why onions? They look similar to garlic and he can't tell the difference!

Isla, the Platonic!Yandere witch: Accidentally killing her student (reader) while training or making dangerous potions. Also snakes.

Yumako, The yan magical girl: Not being able to wear pretty clothes while fighting. She can't wear a cutesy dress while kicking ass?! This planet is a prison!

Micah, The yan Bartender: Getting dirty or having germs on him! It's called Mysophobia :3

Damian, The yan deep diver: Suprisingly, he has thalassophobia. He's scared of finding something he shouldn't in the deepest of waters.. like how he found you!

Harper, The yan Eagle Hybrid: Dying. If he died, who would get you down from his cave high in the sky? Poor mate.. you would be so scared!

Taiyō, The Yandere Cafe Host: Being Ugly.

Yandere Arctic Fox Hybrid: not finding a meal. And peanut butter =3

Apollo, the Yandere Otter Hybrid: being away from (reader)! He can't stand it!

Tomen, the Clumsy Yandere: Getting caught by (reader) when he's stalking them, or tripping while stalking (reader). He also has Scopophobia and Autophobia.

Lelantos, the yan Stalker: Not being able to hide in ur closet and jerk off into ur underwear 😞

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Welcome to the end credits! These are so much fun to make! I looked up phobias for this fic and I'm surprised to see some things people are actually fearful of! And I learned some new things about myself!

I hope you enjoyed reading as I enjoyed writing! :3

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[naturallyadventured]

bohempia

@laboratorio_delafelicidad Sometimes we want to leave what was said, what we felt, what we saw, in a place so that it stays a secret, sacred, never tainted or separated from its magic birthplace 💫 Yet this week has seen some of the most transformative moments of my life. My whole being is radiating, as I’ve most certainly broken free from my cosy yet limited cocoon and quite literally taken flight 🦋 ✈️ I am grateful for falling apart. For the beautiful shadow that greeted me in my rawness. For the deep pain in my heart that has challenged my truth and my will but also shown me the power of forgiveness and the courage it takes on the journey to rise 👣Time travels fast yet timing is Art.

I was honoured to be invited to Laboratorio de la Luna 🌜🌛@laboratorio_delafelicidad a gathering, a sacred rising of the feminine, a week to explore the possibilities, to create and initiate myself in service through Cacao Ceremony, amongst a courageous and inspiring group of 33 wholesome womxn in the jungle of Sian Kaan, Mexico. Mama Mia. Wow. Since the ancient stars of time on Mother Earth, womxn have gathered and when they do, magic manifests. This is real. When we feel seen and when we are heard, our innate wisdom begins to sing from our bones, the medicine we only need to remember, helps us cleanse and clear ancestral wounds and cycles that we have unconsciously carried or inherited. When we practice with presence, we are able to tap into higher collective consciousness, where we can free our minds to let the body create and serve from a place of true Self awareness, worthiness and loving abundance, vibrating into our communities and beyond. #togetherwerise unleashed, transformed and empowered, with respect for all forms, in every direction, on every path, this unity is the most beautiful experience we can have in this human existence. This is a gift for the world family. I walk this earth in my power, free from fear, to allow this expression of pure love, connection to spirit, playfulness and service to flow. To share the medicine I have remembered, the medicine of Cacao, the medicine of my truth with one and all whom I encounter, for the rest of my days.

The masculine and feminine within us all united in harmony and respect. A gift to share and spread and multiply pronto. We are our only limit!

I bow deeply to you, my sister of lifetimes @miriamadler for your vision, your strength, your curiosity for learning and unwavering mission to grow in absolute love and of course your friendship and belief in my path. Where attention goes, energy flows and here, here is a heart that is grateful to the core of the cosmos for your honest, warrior woman, heart reflection 🤲🏾 Tea amo hermana, Gracias por todo 🍵 To all the womxn who showed up to the magic of #LabLuna , guides, mirrors, sisters, I love you. To the beginning of many, many adventures, walking each other home on the rainbow road. Through the fire, in the mud, the waters, the wind, in the breath, in the moon, in your nakedness, I see you, I know you. Thank you 🌈

[enriquemzn262]

any thoughts on Turkey's TAI TF Kaan so far? There should be a test flight at the end of the month

Yet another 4.5 gen fighter aircraft based on the stolen blueprints China got from the F-35 program some 10 years ago, which also gave us

The South Korean KAI KF-21 Boramae.

And the chinese Shenyang FC-31.

Anyway, its the Turkish answer of not being able to buy F-35s, because they were stupid enough to believe in the S400 hype and bought it in spite of warnings that doing so would get them kicked out of the F-35 program, which happened and now they're stuck with a SAM system no better than the American Patriot system that their hated Greek rivals have, and without the most modern, most effective combat aircraft available for the export market.

Hopefully it will work in the end, but at best they'll have a stealth version of their F-16s, and not a real competitor to the F-35, they just don't have the experience, industrial capacity or access to state of the art tech like the Americans have.

[masterzmei]

with: @edgarxyang where: outside your local boxing gym when: ??? Whatever makes sense?

In all honestly, Zmei let himself fall back onto the bench rather than taking the time to sit gracefully. He'd been on his feet an awful long time, too proud to tell Kaan that his pain tolerance was wearing thin or his hand was starting to cramp from the extra weight put on his cane until after Kaan had gotten a reminder on his phone that he needed to shower and pack up if he wanted to get to his shift on time. And even then it'd just been a short "I'm tired" instead of letting his student know how he really felt.

His pride had never led to anything more than a strong moment, then a a long quiet pause where it felt like everthing he'd done wrong came back to bite him.

And even as he was already feeling sorry for himself, he looked up from massaging his wired-together kneecap and calcified tendons to see his old rival, walking just fine on two feet and looking strong as ever. Zmei hadn't seen him since he'd had to report that Edgar was finally hanging up his gloves and retiring, being purposely vague since he hadn't been able to track down a reason himself.

"I thought you were done?" He asks, in spite of himself. "I'm not one to talk, but the title scene hasn't been the same without you."

[theartofruling]

Who: Isabeau + Kaan (Ft Zinnia & Lucky) @gvldntrbl

Where: Camping Settling into the Eco-Cabin

Hiking was fun. While it wouldn't seem like it, she loved the outdoors. She enjoyed and marveled at how the world could be so damn beautiful and yet so fucked up all at the same time. Her favorite thing about the outdoors and camping was probably the serenity. The only thing she wouldn't really like would be if someone went fishing and brought it back to camp. Being an empath to aquatic life made it hard to consume them. So she didn't eat seafood of any sort. Beau put her things down in the cabin she was sharing with Kaan as Zinnia plopped onto their bed kicking off her shoes. She squealed. "I can't believe you two actually agreed to share a cabin! My plan actually worked. The student of manipulation became the master." She winked at her mother.

Beau rolled her eyes. "Well, we're friends, and who better to share a cabin with than the person I've gone camping with countless times? Plus I'm certain Lucky wouldn't have it any other way. It's just sharing a cabin for one day and night, and we all needed some time together. Things were tense for a while." She looked at Kaan after she was all out of explanations. "Temper her expectations, please? I know what she's thinking. You know what she's thinking." Even though as she passed him to put her bag away and her snacks in the mini-fridge, she leaned into him for a hug. What she said was true. They were friends again, and she was so damn thankful for that. She missed the normalcy that came with being able to be around him and Zinnia and feel okay, rather than on edge that she wasn't supposed to be there or was encroaching. She looked up at Kaan during the embrace, "We're going to have some fun, right? We let her talk us into this cabin buddy's situation."

[stellevatum]

Unfortunately, due to Kaan's unexpected death, he probably didn't make any official statement of who has custody of Kar in the off chance he did die.

I meta'd some time ago the concept of a cabuir-- a sort of godparent-legal guardian sort of position that a parent names in the off chance of a early death or incarceration, or anything other situation where they are not able to raise their child. A cabuir does not need to be a blood relative, it could be a friend the parent trusts will raise the child to their wishes.

Kaan never named a cabuir after finding Kar, which is odd, but he also didn't always think right sometimes in his descent into zealotry. (I mean Ruusaan was dumped with her maternal grandparents, but kept Kar, soooo) I wouldn't be surprised if because of that, there was bit of a custody battle between Jango, Ven, and Adonai in the ceasefire after Galidraan.

Ven, being her most direct blood relative, can use that for his claim. However, he was one she was least safest with. Ven had secretly wanted her dead for his ambitions (and more Death Watch aligned osik...) Galidraan was semi-botched assassination. The hope was the Jedi kill both father and child in the melee. To leave her in his care would have ended terribly.

Adonai has a more tenuous blood claim as a cousin, but nonetheless something he can push (the might of the Republic behind him aside). He probably felt it was unfair that a literal child was caught up in the middle of literal battlefield. He's aware of what she stands for, something chosen for her, her father put here in this position. There will be those who cry that she's a political hostage, and try to spin it that way instead of an accord between at least two of the big factions and a child doesn't have to be more traumatized than she needs to be.

Jango, as Mandalore did not officially accept her as a successor at first. However with no children in his life yet, he kept the option open-- from his understanding with Kaan that she was considered, hoping that Kar was able to just grow up and do her own thing or he would find someone else/have child/etc. It was never 100% set in stone. However, giving her to Ven was not going to happen; he had his suspicions but no definitive evidence of Ven's treachery, and he's not going to risk her life on a chance. Adonai while more trustworthy, would have likely raised her as a New Mandalorian, and that would be an insult to his friend's memory and legacy. And could lead to even more infighting.

He thought it was the best way to protect her-- and to keep things from escalating again-- was to reluctantly claim her as his successor and take her to Kamino with him, even though he was happy to let her grow into her own, especially after Boba came into his life.

[wrathofkaan]

WHO: @viktor-liddell WHEN: Evening / Kaan's break WHERE: Camden Market

Wednesdays were usually slow nights at work, the lull between Tuesday karaoke and the start of the weekend rush. It hadn't been hard to keep all three bars stocked; the bartenders had plenty of time for each customer and didn't need backup; and the garnishes Kaan had prepped at the beginning of his shift would probably be enough to last all night. Even if business picked up a little later, he doubted he'd have much to do the second half of his shift besides refill ice as it melted and slide the occasional tray of glassware into the dishwasher.

That was why he'd taken himself on a walk as soon as his break started, getting more steps in through a quick circle of Camden Market's perimeter than he'd been able to at work. If he had time after he ate, he'd walk around again. But the restaurant stalls were getting crowded as dinnertime approached, and as he took his bowl of mix-and-match Thai food to a seating area on the water, it was hard to find an empty table. That was why, when someone approached, he kicked the chair across from him out a little in invitation. "Need a place to sit, mate?"

[bakawitch]

Luna Moth Anon: Okay, I gotta say it: I actually like what you came up with for the Luna Moth kwami more than what I've come up with XD.

Ok, so anyway, here's what I made:

For the name, I used Kaan as a reference to Nooroo, as Kaan was one of Nooroo's concept names

The main ideas of Kaan's concept were generosity, binding, and contracts, so you've pretty much hit the nail on the head.

I imagine Kaan morality wise is fully chaotic neutral and is able to roll with whatever his holders do. I personally find miraculous villains more threatening when they have a good relationship with their kwami (and the kwami is on the same page as their holder and down with what they're doing) since I headcanon that miraculous users are stronger if they have a good relationship with their kwami since both parties are working together (plus the kwami is more willing to share information)

I never really had any actual design ideas for Kaan other than that they might have fluff (since Luna Moths are silk moths), but for color scheme, when I think of Kaan, my mind usually goes to this Luna Moth version of Nooroo @imthepunchlord made in this post: https://www.tumblr.com/imthepunchlord/675664082599378944/what-do-you-think-about-basing-yokwainoroo-on?source=share (but instead of a golden swirl Kaan would have a golden crescent moon)

Feel free to change or tweak any of these if you want I completely understand

This personality is actually perfect for Zukki! I'm definitely implementing that bit at the very least XD

I like the golden crescent too, so I'm definitely going to slap that bit on her!

The relationship thing is also something that I have for my boxes. I think it's very dumb that kwamis don't really have a choice in their holders or that much control over their autonomy, given the fact that they are immortal god-like beings. The more compatible a person with a kwami is, the more powerful they will become with the practice of discipline and gaining experience. For my kwamis, it's not enough to put on their jewels and know their activation phrases. These kwamis need to accept their holders. They can be threatened or reasoned with, but obviously, kwamis that are coerced are going to be more reluctant and won't readily aid their holders in their development. Most of the time, they rely on the Guardians' recommendations.

[wolfishturk]

Selim isn't the type of werewolf who can create more werewolves through bites. His 'curse' is purely passed down through each generation of his family so biting someone wouldn't make any difference. It's not even guaranteed that everyone in his family will be able to transform as his youngest brother, Kaan, never experienced his first change. Even in wolf form, the wolf is still largely Selim, he can recognise people, regulate his behaviour and mostly think as he does when in human form. The only thing to note is that if he gets angry it will affect his behaviour as this is when he'll become driven more by his primal animal instinct rather than his humanity, which is why when he was enraged by his father he lost control, ended up transforming and attacked him but once some distance was put between him and his father by his mother, he was able to calm, collect himself and back down but ultimately walked away from the situation to prevent himself from losing control again. Generally, Selim is a very calm and patient person so he doesn't tend to lose himself often but if someone he cares about comes to harm it's more likely his animal instinct will fully take over.

[taliah-tezel]

Location: Taliah's Home. Mentions/Tags: Kaan (her father), Ayda ( her mom), Lousie (her father's girlfriend), Serkan (her Uncle), @colemonroe, @emiri-tezel, the club in general. Triggers: talks about death, grief, trauma. Summary: Taliah's father finally returns 'home' from business after months. He hasn't been home in almost an entire year and so, they have a lot to catch up on. Fatherly concern, decade-old confessions, emotional speeches and hope for the future.

"Well, better late than never." Taliah shrugs from her seat on the couch, staring at the presents now placed on the coffee table. They were supposed to be exchanged at Christmas, but at the last minute, her father had cancelled his trip and had only just gotten around to visiting. Still, it was a happy occasion, she loved to catch up whenever he came back and this time, she felt as though she had so much that was positive to tell him.

At least half an hour had gone by, she'd told him all about how her new role at the fire station was going, everything about July 4th, right down to running in and saving her friend's child. That earned a solid look of concern that was completely warranted, but she wouldn't let it take away from the fact she got lucky and actually saved a child's life. Taliah spared her father the details of her breakdown and chose to only tell him that she had been attending therapy sessions for a while now. She wasn't ashamed by it, why should she be? It takes strength to admit when you need help. That much she knew was true.

"That's all wonderful, kızım," [my daughter,] "I can see the difference in you. You look happier." Kaan nods, smiling warmly over at her. "I am happier." Taliah agrees, able to feel the difference in how she was just a few months ago. She hadn't got around to talking to him about Cole yet, saving that for last only because she knew she'd talk the most about that topic. "How long are you staying? I have the day off on Thursday. I can cook dinner, you me and Cole? It'll be nice." At least, it sounded nice in her imagination. "And Louise?" He says, causing Taliah to shuffle her shoulders in mild discomfort. "I didn't know you brought her with you." An honest comment and one that actually tracked because when he did come back here, she usually stayed in whatever luxurious all inclusive resort they'd been residing in. "She's my partner, Tali, I'd really like you two to share more than a couple of words. So, sure, I think dinner together sounds like a wonderful idea, give us all a chance to chat. You'd like her if you just give her a real chance." He speaks convincingly, and all Taliah can do is respond with a tight smile and enough grace to say "okay." Even if she didn't believe it for a second.

"It's long overdue, and I would like to catch up, especially since I haven't had the chance since you and Cole became an item." Nodding, he tried his best to smile but Taliah knew him well enough to see that something was off. "... Yeah," she mumbled. Before she could ask, he was already making an additional comment that had her mouth popping open. "I lost the bet," sighing, he leans forward to place his cup down. "Serkan and I, outside of the clubs bet, we had a foolish one between the two of us that we shook on maybe 5 or so years ago now. He bet $100 that you and Cole would get together in the next ten years. I bet that you wouldn't, I thought the two of you would just remain friends." Chuckling slightly, Taliah couldn't help but crinkle her nose a little, though she wasn't surprised there was yet another bet that happened in regards to them.

"Um, well yeah, we were friends. You know he's always been my closest friend, that hasn't changed." Even now they were in a relationship, it hadn't changed the fact that Cole was still her best friend, he always would be. "I'm a little surprised, actually, you're the first person to say they didn't see it coming a mile away." She comments, watching curiously as he shakes his head as if to suggest she's wrong. "I could see what everyone else did, I just never thought you'd act on it. The years had gone by and I guess I just assumed you were looking for someone... you know, different." Still with a polite smile, he hadn't meant any offence, but Taliah couldn't help but feel like he wasn't as happy for her as everyone else was.

"Different?" Scratching a little at her head, she shrugs her shoulders. "To be factual, I wasn't looking for anyone, period. If I was, maybe I'd have noticed what everyone else did a lot sooner, but, different?" Frowning, she shakes her head firmly. "No. He's always been everything I needed, you know how he treats me, you have seen how he cares." The way Taliah had always turned to Cole first, above everyone, her father knew the pair of them were bonded from the first time they met. "Oh, I know that, Taliah. I don't mean it the wrong way, Cole is a great man." Kaan nods, knowing it to be true, at least regarding his daughter. How could he ever forget how he sacrificed his freedom to protect her?

"He is a great man. So why is your face doing that thing it does when you're not being honest." Taliah folded her arms, finding herself just a little defensive and confused. "If you have something to say, dad, just say it." Adapting a firmer tone, she couldn't stand people who beat around the bush - whatever he was thinking? She wanted him to spit it out. Kaan sighed, knowing that tone all too well, remembering how his wife, her mother, had the exact same one whenever she got irate. "My sweet girl, I'm not saying I'm not happy for you, I am. But... As a father, I think there's a part of me that hoped that if you found someone to share your life with, it would be someone... Normal." His eyes partially squeezed shut as soon as the words came out, knowing that he hadn't really explained that the way he intended.

"Normal?" Taliah was taken aback by everything he said, but nothing stuck out to her more than that word. "Normal..." she repeated, leaning back in the chair. She knew what he meant by it, he was inadvertently saying that he wasn't thrilled that she'd chosen to share her life with someone belonging to the club. "Normal doesn't equal safe." Tilting her head to the side, a look of distant thought there in her eyes. "I thought Callum was normal. Look where that got me." Brown eyes watch as her father practically grimaces at the spoken name. "I understand why you would have your reservations as a father, but I think you're out of line. Cole, the club as a whole... They took us in like family, you know them. You know what they'd do to protect those they care about."

"I know, I know... It's just a worry, the things they do, the dangers, I can't handle the thought of you getting wrapped up in something because of how they live their lives. That's not me judging any of them, sweetheart, it's just my instinct to be concerned for you." Grappling with his own thoughts, he was trying his best to articulate exactly what he wanted to say, but he could see from the look on her face she was far from impressed. "Bullshit." Taliah scoffs. "I'm a grown woman now, I don't need your concern. Where were these instincts when I was 16? You moved us here to be with Serkan, you knew that meant the club too. You can't...." Pausing, she can't help but blow out a half breath, half laugh of pure disbelief. "You can't decide to be worried now, when that worry wasn't enough then to keep us at home and a world away from them all." Home being Turkey, that was. "What absolute bullshit, honestly." Pressing a thumb and finger over her eyes, she needed to take a minute, a breath. How could her father rain on her parade this way? Why couldn't he just be as happy for her as everyone else who loved her was?

"That's not fair, Taliah." Grumbling at her sees to her hand moving away from her face, eyes widened with surprise. "Oh, it's not fair, well fuck me, guess I didn't realise it wasn't fair. Must run in the family." Biting at him before she could even keep up with what was coming out her mouth, she would be lying if she didn't regret it. Not that it showed on her stubborn features and folded arms. "Meaning?" He asks, and she knew to expect that he would. "Meaning," a pause, a deep breath as she makes some attempt to form the words and do so carefully. Her intention was not to hurt him, but she felt so defensive right now that it was difficult to really articulate. "Was it fair for me when you uprooted us from home and brought us here? You needed your brother, don't think I don't understand that. It was just hard for me, I don't think you ever really thought about that." A slow shrug, she can see the wheels of confusion turning inside his head. "I wanted a new start for us, I..." He stops, not even knowing how to proceed, but luckily, she did. "You wanted to run away from your pain. Like I said, I understand. I never protested, but that doesn't mean I wanted the same. I just kept quiet because I knew it was what you needed, and I thought if it helped you, then it was worth it." Taliah admits. "But I was so... Isolated. We left behind everything. Everyone. All my friends, all the things that I was using to help me, it was gone, and we were here. Strange town, full of people who talked so fast I couldn't keep up. Because maybe you forgot, but I didn't have the world experience you did, nor the ability to be as fluent in this language as you were. Emiri tried her best, Serkan too, and so did Cole, but it didn't change the fact that for a long time, I didn't want to be here, I wanted to go home, and you didn't see me enough to notice."

"You never said..." His voice was quiet and his face, a vision of guilt he had never registered before. "You never asked." Taliah says, pulling in another deep breath. "Me, Serkan, the club, we made sure you kept your head above water because that's what you needed. It was Cole who did that for me, he didn't talk at me, he talked to me, with patience and kindness that helped me feel like I wasn't so alone. That's what helped me see that the entire club was doing their best to invite us into their world, into their family." Sitting forward, Taliah holds his gaze just so she can be sure he's listening. "I'm not trying to make you feel guilty... And I don't blame you, not for any of it. I just don't think you've ever let yourself think about how your decisions impacted me. The club saved your life and they certainly saved mine. So you can take your normal, and shove it. I don't need normal. I need them. I need Cole. They're my family."

"I know they are. Taliah! You've misunderstood what I was trying to say." Frustrated, he drags a hand over his face and lowers his head. Everything she'd just let spill out needed time to process. The fact she was right about it all only made him feel more ashamed than he already did. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did that to you. I... had no idea you felt so unhappy about the move. I thought it was what we both wanted. I didn't want to be there without..." He stops, even now, finding difficulty in talking about her mom. "And I just assumed you felt the same." His eyes are stung with tears, and Taliah can't help but feel bad about the way this all came tumbling out. "Dad, I don't need you to be sorry, I never did. I'm just trying to explain, because I think you need the reminder that the people you're worried about me being around are the same people you propelled me into as a teenager. The same people who helped us when they didn't have to. The dangers now were the same then, the only difference is I'm an adult now. I can decide for myself whether they're risks I want to take, and much like you, I've chosen to take them, with the knowledge that they're completely worth it. They're built differently, you know they are. Every one of those men would shield you from harm, every one of them, I could leave my drink with and know I'm not going to get spiked. They are good men at their core and I know now that being here, with them, with Cole, it's where I belong. So you can give your blessing or refuse it, your opinion really doesn't influence how I feel." Nodding her head firmly, she has to swallow the lump in her throat that threatens to show how shaken she is by her confessions. She doesn't want to crumble, she needs to be strong because this was the truth; it was her truth.

Her dad was silent for what felt like minutes, in reality, it was probably just a few seconds. "Serkan was the best man I ever knew, and back then, I didn't know what it meant for him to be a Son's founder. I knew a little, and suspected a lot, but what I knew in my heart was that he was a good man. It didn't take me long to see that the people he was surrounded by were just as good. So yes, Taliah, you have my blessing, of course you do. Maybe you forget that I too, have watched Cole grow up. And what he did for you back then, with no thought for his own consequences, it gets my highest respect. Anyone who would give up their freedom to protect my daughter is worthy of my daughter. I don't need you to tell me he's good at his heart, I can see it." Kaan breathes out slowly, keeping his eyes on his intertwined hands. "I've let you down more than I realised... And Cole never has. That's what you're telling me, isn't it?" He glances his eyes up at her with a gentle, sad yet knowing smile. "Not in such a black and white way, but yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying." Taliah whispers, not feeling great about knowing she's basically pushed her father down and gave him a kick for good measure. "You weren't the same after mom, but you did your best. You did what you had to, to survive. That's why I don't need you to be sorry. No regrets now, it worked out. I love this town now and I couldn't see myself anywhere else. The decision you made back then gave me everything I have now." Offering a smile, she feels a lot calmer now, but also incredibly sad.

"I'm still your father, I'll worry about your safety even if you were in an empty room. I really wish I could have been better for you, Tali. I'll be eternally sorry that I wasn't. More sorry for all the misery I caused you without noticing. I'm... glad you had people to help you when I couldn't." He nods, shifting in his seat. "I guess I've never shown it the way you needed me to, but you are my entire world, my child, and I'm so proud of you. I love you, Taliah, and I'm very pleased to hear that you're happier than you've been in a long time. That's all I've ever wanted for you, is for you to be happy." He stands up, gesturing for her to do the same, and she does. "I'm in town for another couple of weeks. I'd like to spend most of it with you, if that's okay? Cole too." Opening his arms out, Taliah nods silently and walks in for a hug, finally choking on the breath she was trying to steady. "I'd like that." She mumbles, for all the raw truth that had been voiced, she also felt like this was something that needed to happen, perhaps now, they could understand each other better. "I'll see when Cole is free for dinner here one night. You... can bring Louise. I don't like her, dad, but I'll be civil, only because you clearly do." Even though Taliah thought Louise only wanted him for his money, she could try to be nice. "Well, don't strain yourself too hard," he jokes, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I do appreciate the effort to be civil. Now, can I just clarify that you mean you'll be civil in the universal sense, or civil in Taliah sense?" He teases, already to Taliah's huffy annoyance as she gives him a shove. "Be grateful I'm even using the word civil!" Frowning, they held eye contact for a couple of seconds before bursting into a laugh that felt a lot like healing. Maybe, just maybe, they were going to be just fine now.

[bluestjayy]

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love~<333333

I'm not going to tell you how long this sat in my inbox because I completely missed its existence - but I have seen it now!

And you know what, I have had a really hard time loving my own creations lately, so maybe it's time I exercise some hecking self love through the medium of some self-promo.

So here's my favourite five fics I've written (in no particular order):

won't be pretty, won't be sweet

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 10/14

Word Count: 62,910

Summary:

"Oh. I'm sorry," Hands clasped before him, Fruit bows his head. Because that's what you’re supposed to do for an older Omega. You show respect. It scrapes against Pete’s nerves like sandpaper though, and he almost reaches out to pull Fruit back to standing and insist he never do that again, but he pops back up all on his own. "I thought you were– I've never smelt any Omega like–" Fruit's stuttering halts abruptly, and he bows again. "Forgive me, Kaan."

The boy hurries into the bathroom, cheeks bright pink, and Pete redirects his gaze to the wall opposite. He focuses on doing his job. On protecting. On searching for danger.

He does not think about how Fruit had mistaken him for an Alpha. Because Omegas don't smell like how Pete smells.

He does not think about the title that haunts him through his every waking moment. Kaan Pete.

I obviously had to put Kaan Pete on here. This is one of a few fics that I have been working on for well over a year. It initially started as a small idea, an older omega 'past their prime' and a young cocky alpha that wants them anyway and then it exploded into a whole AU. I love this fic for a lot of reasons, but mostly because I got to put my own spin on a lot of aspects of Omegaverse tropes and build a bit of evolutionary lore around why things are the way they are. Also, for anyone who doesn't already know, this fic is part of a much wider verse that covers multiple pairings from KinnPorsche, so even when this fic ends, I will still be writing for it!

take a hit and close your eyes (I know what you fantasize about)

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 2/3

Word Count: 18,690

Summary:

The box means nothing.

And yet, it means everything. Representing the last remaining obstacle between Kim and his deepest desires. Dramatic or not, it’s the only way to frame it in Kim’s mind. A means to an end. A tool. A key that fits the lock currently strapped around Kim’s insides. Kim has been waiting so long for the right moment to take this step, because as much as he doesn’t buy into society’s twisted view on how one should measure the milestones in their life, this feels like something he will never be able to come back from. Things will not be the same once he goes through with this.

A stupid little box containing the makings of Kim's future. All that power in something so small.

Another long fic I continue to be obsessed with. This one was a gift as part of a winter exchange I ran in a discord server and the prompt involved the idea of the sex pollen trope and of course because I'm me, I immediately turned this into a character study. This is one of my favourite fics because of how I get to pick apart Kim and his issues with vulnerability, intimacy, and how he approaches those things with Chay. He's a person who wants so deeply to show every layer of his psyche to Porchay but doesn't know how to do that, so of course he goes to the most insane solution - aphrodisiacs! This fic I feel is a really nice balance of silly, angst, and smutty, but I'll let you judge that!

I've lost control and I don't want it back

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 13,938

Summary:

Pete and what he needs is at the bottom of the priority list. Vegas will always be at the top, and by proxy, Vegas’s little brother will come immediately afterwards. So Pete doesn’t voice how anxious it makes him to be banished to the sofa on the other side of the room where he can still see Vegas but his view of the window isn’t as clear and he’s a little too far away from the only exit. He doesn’t intervene when Macau climbs all over Vegas even if he can see how the man goes pale and winces, how his muscles tense like he might try to squirm away.

Pete doesn’t protest when he’s regularly and unsubtly shooed from the room so the brothers can spend time together alone.

He doesn’t say a damn thing even if he wants to. Even if he’s realising that he’s not entirely sure who he is anymore when he’s not in Vegas’s direct eyeline.

Another VegasPete fic! This one might be one of my favourite VP works I have ever worked on. I am a sucker for exploring the post cannon relationship between Vegas and Pete, and how they get from A to B. There's still so much for them to come to terms with about themselves and each other and it's such a crunchy topic to get into. So that's what this fic was, a whole 14k words of Pete figuring out who Vegas is, and who he himself even is and how that's something Vegas can love. Just a lot of angst and a hopeful ending for them both!

even diamonds here don't shine

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 7,759

Summary:

Chay is about to ask someone what’s going on when two policemen step through the door. Min suddenly reappears, rushing right to them and talking hurriedly and… and she’s pointing right at Chay. “Officers,” Chay bows his head in polite greeting, but doesn’t let his eyes leave the pair of them. He tries to stand tall, the way Big has been teaching him to do, to not look intimidated. But he knows his fingers are twisting together in front of him as he asks, “Is there something wrong?” The men look at each other. The one on the left, slightly taller, and who’s chest reads Port, frowns down at Chay sternly. “We’ve been made aware you’re in possession of a credit card that isn’t yours.”

This one (according to stats) is my most popular fic on my whole page, and I am so glad people love whumped characters as much as I do. I love this fic so much. I love hurting characters and then making them better after and that was the whole point of this fic. I also got to explore a little bit of a darker side of Kim, in the sense that, I think Kim can be an inherently violent and dark person, just because of the environment he was raised in, but I don't think he likes or wants to be that person. And Chay doesn't want him to be that either. So it's really fascinating to play with Kim who defaults to that mindset when his loved ones are threatened because that's who he has been taught to be, he has been taught that's the best way to keep people safe, and on the other side there's Chay enjoying being protected but hating the fact Kim has to resort to this mindset - like a cornered animal, and yeah it's just so crunchy and chewy and they're so nuanced as characters!

painting stars on our hearts

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 2,588

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Summary:

Historically, Raon does not do well with rules. They’re constricting, rigid, and in his experience, unnecessarily stunting. Rules are the reason he had found himself high-tailing it from the only home he’d ever known with Hachi squealing deliriously in the passenger side of his stolen ship, and a pocket full of currency he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to use where he was headed. Because rules have followed Raon wherever he has gone in life, from the moment he entered the world. “Don’t touch that!”

I may be cheating with this final one a bit. Because in actuality it's the whole series that I'm promoting.

This is my Wuju Bakery series. And it's one of the fics I'm most proudest of because it's really given me a chance to flex my imagination when it comes to lore and world building. This whole series started the day we had a couple of pictures leaked of Jeff and Barcode in their costumes filming, and shortly after my imagination went crazy. There's I believe 5 fics in this series in total already, with at least 3 more planned. I know none of what I've written will become cannon, but at this point since we don't HAVE cannon, I am calling it my version of the show!

And that's it. Sorry for the really long post, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if you haven't read them before, or if you have, enjoy them again. I'm working really hard on now just the wips on my account but also some really long form AUs that have been in progress since KP was actively airing so! Hopefully I can share all those soon!

[layla4567]

A lullaby, a lotus flower and a cardinal

Summary: After spending days in Talokan you learned to live there

Warning: This is my first time doing this so sorry if you don't like it (also my first time on Tumblr lol). Everything written in Maya was taken from internet translators so I'm sorry if it's not accurate, I'm just doing this for fun, don't expect me to continue writing this type of story since I'm not a writer and once again sorry for my English since it's not my first language

It had already been a few days since Namor brought you to Talokan. At first everything was crying and pain, he had brought you by force just because by chance you had found out about his civilization and you had seen his soldiers in action. Namor or K'u'uk'ul Kaan as his people called him, was afraid that you are going to tell the world that there is a nation with blue beings and that they possess enormous amounts of vibranium, so he did not think twice and with a look that could cut steel he dove with you grabbing your waist tightly into the ocean with the speed of a bullet

You still remember when you first entered that cavern under the water that was illuminated by some cenotes the color of the sky that clung to the ceiling, everything had an ethereal and magical vibe but at that moment you were too terrified to realize that

You had woken up in a white hammock confused and scared when a beautiful woman with blue skin and an orange dress entered the cave and handed you a beautiful white dress adorned with pieces of mother-of-pearl and jade neatly folded. He bowed to you and left. You put on the dress hastily, it was cottony soft and ankle-length and crossed in the front to tie at the neck. When you finished admiring the dressmaking you were wearing, the woman returned to indicate with a wave of her hand that you should follow her.

When you got out, you realized that the cenotes were even brighter than you could see before, it was as if thousands of fireflies had agreed to shine much brighter than yesterday that day, no, it was even prettier than that. The girl took you to the king, he was inside a kind of hut made of rock like everything else there. The first thing that caught your eye was a large mural of a golden feathered serpent squirming with its mouth open as if it were about to attack you, despite that you found it quite beautiful. Namor, noticing your presence, looked up from the parchment he was writing and left the white feather on the side of the table. He approached me and asked me to take a seat. Despite the terror that you experienced before the first time you saw him, this time he looked quite peaceful and spoke with a great calm that I didn't know if I should relax you or worry more, he talked to you about his town and how the Spanish colonizers attacked them and They forced them to flee their home. You paid attention to each of his words, he had a warm voice like a storyteller, but when he got to the part where you had to stay in Talokan and not come back to the surface your mind went blank and a sweat Cold ran through your body. You begged him with tears in your eyes to let you go if you promised not to tell anyone but he stuck to his decision and left you alone so he could process the information.

Now in the present you had gotten quite used to underwater life, every day the Talokanine women brought you different dresses, some white and others with more vivid colors such as green, blue or yellow but those were only for special occasions such as ceremonies or anniversaries King. Talokan was truly a dream place, each corner (which you were able to explore thanks to special diving suits) was more beautiful than the last. You learned a lot during your stay but you still didn't know how to speak Maya, which frustrated you because you had to communicate through gestures and signs to be able to make yourself understood. But the one who helped you the most was Namor, he was in charge of translating everything for you every time he was around, their relationship was prospering and there was no longer that mutual hatred that there once was. Just now he was outside your cave talking to some Talokanine children and you had your shoulder leaning against the cave wall with your arms crossed looking amused at Namor and the children

You had no idea what he was telling those children but it seemed like a story or something. The most fascinating thing is that despite speaking Mayan he gestured each of his words with such love and passion that you could almost guess what he was saying. He would point to the sky and then the earth, sometimes raising his voice a little and other times turning it into a soft whisper almost a sigh as if he wanted to tuck a baby in. You really understood the affection that Namor felt for his people, he was so kind to the adults and so loving and patient with the children.

"Le betike', le ken despunta le alba, le chan ch'íich'o' cardenal ku posa yóok'ol le ki'ichpam lool loto ka ma' a k'aay ki'ichkelem melodías yaakunaj" (Therefore, when dawn breaks, the little cardinal bird perches on the beautiful lotus flower and does not stop singing beautiful love melodies.)

The children clapped happily cheering and repeating a phrase over and over again that you couldn't understand but you assumed they wanted me to tell them another story. you looked at them tenderly

"Bejla'e' ma' in mejen paalalo'ob, ba'ale' ti' leti'ob prometo u uláak' dia wa. Bejla'e' ka'a xi'iko'ob yéetel u na'tsil ku" (Not now my little children, but I promise you that another day yes. Now go to your moms)

The children nodded happily and walked away as Namor approached you with a smile on his face.

"Have you been standing there for a long time, princess?"

He always called you princess even though you weren't one.

"Kind of-you laughed-Unfortunately I missed the beginning of the story. May I know what you were telling them?"

"It is a Mayan legend called "The lotus flower" it is very popular among the young people of Talokan, if you want I can summarize it for you while we take a walk. Is that okay with you?"

"I'd love to"

Namor led you to a path that bordered the rock houses, it was wide and on the sides grew white and pink flowers with a crimson stem inside.

"They say that a long, long time ago, in the Mayab jungle, there was a very beautiful kingdom, with a prince named Chacdziedzib. Its name meant "cardinal bird". The young man was deeply in love with the daughter of the guardian of the sacred Cenote, a beautiful young woman named Nicté-Há, which meant "Lotus Flower". Others did not look favorably on this union between a nobleman and a woman of such a condition... Even the great Sacred Cenote decided that the prince should marry the daughter of some king, not the humble Nicté-Há. And to avoid this union, he summoned the great nobles of the place. Together they decide that the girl must die to end that "absurd" love"- His voice was so calm and mesmerizing just like when you heard him talk to the Talokanine children.

"But one of the prince's servants had heard everything, and he went to tell Chacdziedzib, who decided to send the best of his warriors in search of the young woman. His intention was to take her to the palace and immediately marry her. But the warrior was killed and never reached the young woman's house. Again the prince's servant found out about that misfortune and reported it to his master, who decided to go for his beloved himself. When he arrived at his home, he found her next to the Sacred Cenote, and when he hugged her, an arrow that came from the darkness stuck in his chest, causing his death immediately"

You held your breath

"The young woman fell into the water of the Cenote and the prince, dead in pain, dropped heartbroken to the same place where his beloved was, leaving a pool of blood as a wake. But the gods, who had seen everything, sent the Lord of the waters and the Lord of the birds to help them. The Lord of the waters reached the depths and found the one of Nicté-Há. He transformed it into a beautiful lotus flower. And the Lord of the birds found the body of the prince, and transformed Chacdziedzib into a cardinal bird. Therefore, when dawn breaks, the little cardinal bird perches on the beautiful lotus flower and does not stop singing beautiful love melodies"- Namor finished while without realizing it we had reached the entrance of his cave

"It is an exciting but beautiful story at the same time, luckily it has a happy ending"- you said smiling

"It is a legend that teaches us that love is the most powerful thing that exists on earth, because it is incapable of breaking"- he said and it seemed to you that his eyes shone in a special way at that moment

They stayed like that in silence for a few moments until Namor asked

"Do you want to know how to say story in Mayan?"

you nodded your head eagerly

"jajal t'aana'"- he said slow so you could understand

You tried to repeat it but you failed miserably while Namor laughed in amusement, in that instant you had discovered the sweetest sound. His laugh

"Not like that, look at my lips"- He pointed to his mouth while repeating the sentence slowly.

you approached him and while you watched his mouth attentively you repeated the phrase

"Much better!- he said happy- But you have to improve your pronunciation"

and then he delicately placed his hand on your cheeks in a soft and delicate grip. You looked at him surprised

"Try putting your lips like this"- he squeezed your cheeks a bit making you look like a fish and that tickled you

You quickly pulled his hand away bursting out laughing as he just looked at you smiling

"Stop it! You're just trying to make fun of me"

"It could be"- he said laughing too since your laugh was contagious

and again there was that silence between you, but it was not an uncomfortable silence at all, it was rather pleasant until he broke it again saying

"I think it's a little late, you should go back to your cave, come I'll accompany you there"

and we went retracing our path looking at each other from the corner of our eyes until we reached my house

It was already night but you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned on your stone bed but you couldn't get back to the dream world, and it wasn't exactly the bed's fault, in fact it was quite comfortable because it was covered in soft and comfortable fabrics that made it seem like you were sleeping on a cloud. But something was keeping you awake that night and you didn't know what it was so you decided to get out of your cave and take a little walk. You walked again along that path that Namor had shown you that same afternoon. The plants that adorned the path were so exotic that you were sure you had not seen them before on the surface, you accidentally arrived at Namor's house and noticed that it was not totally dark

His house was bigger than yours and very spacious, you could notice that he was sitting on a chair with a bird feather in his right hand while his other hand was resting on his cheeks. Seeing that he was not sleeping, you decided to get closer carefully.

"Excuse me Namor, may I come in?"

he jumped a bit because he didn't expect to see me up late at night

"Princess what are you doing awake? you must go back to bed"

"I'm sorry I know but I can't fall asleep"

he invited you to sit on his bed while he finished writing

"Well to be fair I should be sleeping too but I needed to finish this"

"What are you writing exactly?"

"My memories, it's tedious but it's something every king should do"

Namor rolled up the scroll and sat next to me.

"Now tell me why you couldn't sleep"

"I don't know, sometimes thoughts hit my head and don't let me sleep"

"What kind of thoughts?"- he said thoughtfully

"Well more than thoughts, they are memories, such as afternoons walking on the beach with my friends or when my dad cooked my favorite food."- you said with a blank look to the front and then turn your head and look at Namor

"I miss my loved ones Namor"- and you felt how your voice was faltering

Namor placed a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry things ended this way"- he sighed

you returned to fix your gaze at some point in front of you for a few moments until a shy smile appeared on your lips

"You know? I remember my mother used to sing me a nice lullaby when I couldn't sleep, maybe I could sing it to you if you want and maybe that way I can sleep. It would be a way of thanking you for giving me a bit of your world in that legend you told me about. Now let me give you something from my world"

"It would be a great pleasure to listen to you"

You smiled and began to sing while Namor made himself more comfortable so that he could listen to you carefully.

'Fool who does not understand The history tells what a gypsy female He conjured the moon until dawn crying asked When the day comes marry a calé

"You will have your man, brown skin" From the sky spoke the full moon "But in exchange I want the son first that you beget him That who his son immolates to not be alone Little would I love him"

moon you want to be a mother And you can't find want that makes you a woman tell me, silver moon What do you intend to do with a skin child? Child of the moon

From father Cinnamon a child was born White as a stoat's back With gray eyes instead of olive albino moon child "Damn his image, this son belongs to a payo And I didn't fall for it"

moon you want to be a mother And you can't find wanting to make you a woman tell me, silver moon What do you intend to do with a skin child? Child of the moon

Gypsy believing himself dishonored He went to his wife, knife in hand "Whose son is it? You have deceived me" And he wounded her to death Then he went to the mountain with the child in his arms And there he abandoned him

moon you want to be a mother And you can't find wanting to make you a woman tell me, silver moon What do you intend to do with a skin child? Child of the moon

And the nights that there is a full moon It will be because the child is in a good mood And if the child cries The moon will wane to make a cradle And if the child cries The moon will wane to make a cradle'

Your voice was angelic and it felt like a caress to the soul. Delighted Namor fell asleep and you also lay down tired next to him

A few hours later, when dawn was about to arrive, Namor woke up and seeing you asleep next to him, he could not help but smile and delicately, as if you were a fragile glass cup that could break at any moment, he lifted you up and carried you in his arms to your cave. He deposited you in your bed and left you a tender kiss on your forehead. When it was completely daylight you woke up surprised to be in your room and not in Namor's, wondering what happened but remembering the beautiful moment you lived the day before with a smile from ear to ear.

[alvcro]

closed starter for @sacrilcgiovs location: blood prison note: oop

Once upon a time in his life, he'd been a familiar to Kaan. It was a long time ago now, but it had been a stretch of time where he'd actually been summoned by a witch for the first time. He'd met Andruil then, too. That had been part of the reason why their bond had been severed. Alvaro had been too distraught to stay in this realm and was sent back to the Inferno with the promise that the witch would call upon him again. But it had never happened. The demon didn't really hold any resentment towards Kaan for it, but the two of them were always just passing ships in the night now. Their reunion had been unexpected though. Yet Alvaro had been happy about another person he'd come to care about re-entering his life. Unfortunately, circumstances had lead them here. To the probably deaths of the man Kaan loved and the man he'd grown to care for as a son. Alvaro still hadn't been able to process it, but he'd said what he needed to say to Efigenia to keep her moving. That was all he could do, wasn't it? So why was he down here? As he met the witch's eyes, he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. "Kaan."

[seeingvivianne]

Time: Post plot drop stuff Location: Outside the Narcissus House Characters: @sacrilcgiovs & @seeingvivianne

Surely her fellow Sovereign and Senator didn’t think they were all stupid enough to believe there wasn’t something that he had known, something that had kept Kaan’s coven safe and not the Amaranthus. Michael had barely been able to contain the explosion that would have killed them all in Dahlia, so she figured that there wouldn’t have been a single way in which an unprepared coven of witches could have protected themselves from the blast in time. This place should have been a ghost town too, and yet Vivianne stopped by and she could see a few people leaving the home with no trouble or grief in their eyes. She was grateful they were spared and happy for the coven... but something was wrong here.

Vivianne stood on the sidewalk for a moment until she heard his footsteps and turned, watching Kaan arrive home. “How?” It was all Vivianne asked him as he stopped before passing her. They’d both known each other for years as both Sovereigns and Senators; it should have been clear she was troubled and confused.